Inferno
By Divamercury
Sorry about the delay, but my inspiration flew the coop for a while. Anyway, I'm back, and I don't think there will be much more left, probably three or four more chapters. Please hang on, and I love how everyone's supported my stories. Enjoy Chapter 15!
Chapter 15
"I'm not exactly sure if you would believe me even if I told you what happened, Sara," he said.
"Try me," I said. "It probably wouldn't shock me after all the things I've seen."
"The Witchbladepossessed you or something, Chief," Gabriel said, glancing at my arm strangely.
"Okay, that's one I wasn't prepared for," I said, following Gabriel's eyes and looking down at the bracelet on my wrist. It looked so normal, like a generic piece of jewelry, but beneath the surface of that currently quiet, blood red stone resided an angry spirit aching for revenge. With Ian's help I got up and walked towards the door. I was feeling really weak; the Witchblade must have drained a lot of my energy in its takeover. Irons had gotten up and was sitting back in his chair, a handkerchief pressed firmly over his cheek by his Witchblade-scarred hand on the open wound that I–the Witchblade–had given him. I met his icy blue gaze.
"Don't even think that I'm through with you yet, you son of a bitch. Just tell me one thing: How the hell did you get me infected with this thing?" I asked.
He looked up at me with something like a combination of fear and hatred in his eyes. "The wine you drank on Christmas Eve was laced with it," he said blandly.
"But you drank it too!"
"Yes, but it was specified to your DNA. If anyone else drank it, they wouldn't be affected. No one but you, Sara"
I was about to go after him again but Ian held fast to my arms. "Let him be this time, Sara," he whispered, and I nodded. This time? Was he implying that at our next meeting I should rip him apart? No, I doubted that. He meant that eventually I would get revenge in some form.
We left the building. Ian and I dropped Gabriel off at his apartment. Ian remained in the car while I walked with Gabe to his place.
"Thank you so much for your help, Gabriel. I would have died if it hadn't been for you and Ian." I hugged him. He seemed a little surprised, and he blushed, but he returned the embrace.
"I'm just glad you'rewell, Sara," he said. "I can't say normal because of that," he continued, pointing to the Witchblade.
I smiled. "No, I guess not. So do you trust Ian now?"
"Friends of yours are friends of mine," he said with a wink.
"Wha?" I asked, confused by said wink.
"You know what I mean," he said. "I'll see you later. Just take care of yourself, okay?"
"I will. See ya, Gabe."
"See ya, Chief."
I walked back down to the car where Ian was waiting for me. I was still puzzling over what Gabe had been implying. We pulled up to my building and I got out of the car. Ian did as well and we walked up together. After I had unlocked the door and we came inside, Ian closed the door behind us and stood in front of it.
"I should be going," he said. "I'm just glad you are healed, Sara. I hope you remain that way."
"So do I," I said. He was about to leave when I said, "Ian, wait." He stopped and faced me.
"I just wanted to say how grateful I am to you. You saved meagain, and I appreciate how hard you worked to find out what was wrong with me. You always seem to be looking out for me, and I just wanted to let you knowthat I've noticed."
* * *
She knew I was always around her? I had been wondering this for quite some time. But did she know that I was her Guardian, her protector? She should have figured it out, but what with all of these distractions, it might take her a little longer than it should. At least she realized that it wasn't Irons, and that was all that mattered at the time.
"I'm just relieved that you are safe from the evil plot against you. Farewell, Sara," I said, and left before she could stop me again. I had to get out of there, to organize my thoughts.
I hadn't told her all of what I was thinking while in that room. Certainly I was relieved that she was well, but there was something else. I was proud of her, proud that she had overcome this huge, life-threatening obstacle. I had been afraid that she wasn't the true Wielder, that the Witchblade wouldn't save herI wouldn't doubt her worth again.
* * *
January 4th came and went. I was really nervous at the wedding rehearsal because the only person I knew was Ciara and I couldn't be around her all the time. Hillary started to resemble a stray dog and followed me around incessantly, chattering on and on ad infinitum about everything. Louisa was still her arrogant, bitchy self, and the best man, Jacob, was the most narcissistic asshole I've ever met. Everyone else just ignored me and divided into cliques.
Like I need companionship, anyway,' I thought.
I suffered in silence until we went over every part of the service, and I was the first to leave when we were through.
Thank God that this was the final rehearsal. The wedding's in a week, and as long as I don't make a complete fool out of myself during the service or the reception, I'll be fine,' I thought as I left the chapel. I got on my Buell parked outside and sped away. I needed to clear my head. I turned on the next street and headed toward the park.
* * *
I arrived at the building across the street from Sara's apartment and looked across. She wasn't home, I could tell, because it was too early for her to be asleep. I then remembered the girl Ciara's message about the wedding rehearsal. I smiled.
Sara must hold this girl in high regard to go anywhere near a church, especially one set for a wedding,' I thought. She must have gone somewhere to clear her thoughts.' And I knew where that probably was.
