Thank you for the reviews, and maybe I will use the yellow boots as an evil trick that Raven does to Irons! Well anyway I don't own the Witchblade characters, wish I did. Raven Cole is mine though. I also don't own the quotes I'm going to be using from 'The Raven' and 'Spirits of the Dead' those belong to Edgar Allan Poe! ENJOY!!!
One's WillHours after having an enlightening conversation about the bladewielder, Irons sent Raven to watch over Sara. Irons decided to let Raven protect her since Ian seemed to be 'distracted' while watching over Sara (We all know the truth! Kenny doesn't want Ian and Sara to get all hot-n-bothered together!). Irons sat in his office staring aimlessly at his computer screen.
Raven Cole
Born: December 30, 1979
Age: 23
Sex: Female
Eye Color: Black
Hair Color: Black
Parents: Unknown
History: Abandoned at birth, adopted by Kenneth Irons in 1983, attended the finest schools in the world…
Kenneth was musing over the brief and vague information regarding Raven's past when the hair on the back of his neck stood up with the prickly notion that someone was there with him.
'Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken,
Is a symbol and a token.
How it hangs upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries!' Whispered a voice from within his mind.
'Raven! How nice of you to drop by.' Kenneth replied.
'Tsk, tsk Kenny. Sticking your nose where it doesn't belong I see.' She teased.
'Just curious.'
'Curiosity killed the cat you know.'
'Ignorance isn't always bliss,' quipped Kenneth.
Raven's voice hardened and the temperature in the room dropped a few degrees,
'Quote the Raven Kenny, Nevermore.'
A smirk graced Raven's lips as she felt frustration cloud Kenneth's mind, while she was crouched outside Sara's window on the fire escape (A place highly recommended by Ian!). Raven put aside her thoughts of Irons and watched as Sara tossed and turned on her bed. A troubled expression appeared on Sara's face as she slept, obviously caught in another web of nightmares. Sweat covered Sara's body in a silver sheen.
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Voices…darkness…swirling fog'DANNY, NO!'
Gray smoke curled cruelly around the barrel of a gun…laughter and tears followed…
'Sara! Wake up!
The fog cleared to show a pair of ebony eyes…***
Sara sat up quickly, her breath labored.
'Damn dreams,' she thought sourly.
She wiped the sweat from her face as her body relaxed back onto the bed. As she lay there she began to review her recent nightmare and stopped when she remembered the black eyes. She didn't contemplate that thought for very long for she had a distinct feeling that someone was watching her. Sara wiped out her gun from underneath her pillow (I KNEW IT, I JUST KNEW IT. I KNEW THAT SHE SLEPT WITH THAT GUN!!! Um… back to the story). She began to search the shadows for any sign that someone was there, but finding none. Sara lowered her gun but kept a firm grip on it in preparation for a sudden attack. Sara brought her hand up to her forehead and gently massaged the bridge of her nose in a vain attempt to alleviate the pain there. She started to tap her temples, but a soft silky whisper echoing in the innermost regions of her mind halted those actions.
'Suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping,
Rapping at my chamber door.'
Sara whipped her gun to eye level, "Who's there?"
'Have any dreams lately Sara?'"Ian?" Sara's eyes darted around, looking for his figure in the surrounding shadows.
'No, Ian has prior engagements,' the voice teased.
Sara's jaw clenched, "Well then who the hell are you?"
A rich chuckle washed over Sara in a comforting way,
'A little birdie Sara, just a little birdie.'
Okay there it is, sorry you had to wait so long. Tell me if you like or hate it.