Suddenly a flash hit her, Maeve was standing by a mantle piece and felt warm arms around her waist and soft, sweet voice whispered, "Lilandra… My sweet sin." Maeve awoke with jolt from the vision.
"Maeve!" Sara said into the phone. "Are you there?"
"Yeah, sorry, I zoned out for a second," Maeve told her.
"I'll be there in ten minutes," Sara said.
"Ok, bye," Maeve said and quietly and hung up the phone. Her mind still reeling from the imaged and wondered what it meant. 'Sweet sin?' She asked herself. "Damn visions, I wonder what it means." She remarked aloud as she went into the café and sat in a booth slowly as her bruises were not helping.
"What would you like miss?" A waitress asked in a Jersey-lice accent.
Maeve looked up and said, " A doughnut, not glazed, please." She saw the waitress walk away and she used a pen to draw on a napkin. She didn't even realize what she was drawing until the waitress brought the doughnut. It was two circles that crossed each other; it was the symbol of the witchblade. Suddenly she saw a man pass her; he was tall and had bleached blond hair and blue eyes in a nice suit. She heard him say, "Daughter." Suddenly he disappeared like the phantoms of a memory.
Ian walked the shadows out of the manor and to where Excalibur wanted to lead him. All he knew was he would have Lilandra returned to him again and soon. Something was growing in him now, a lust for the adult girl now… The lust was more intense for her than it was for his fair Sara. He followed the immense pain in his forearm when he came to a café where the pain seemed more than he could bare and he knew where he was. Ian saw into a window, Lilandra's long dirty blond hair was now brunette and much shorter. The piercing dark eyes still remained. He was in awe, she was alive and the vision could not compare. "Lilandra," He whispered as he hurt seeing her bruises all on her. He would repay a debt and a loyalty that was forever for his sweet Lilandra. Suddenly he heard a motorcycle go by and come into the parking lot. "Fair Sara," He sighed.
Sara came up to nearly a window as she turned off her bike. She unlatched her helmet and took it off and took a quick gaze around and for a second saw Ian. "What are you doing here?" She demanded staring at him. She saw he was following her as usual or so she thought.
"I am here to watch out for my father's daughter." Ian answered looking at Sara with his head partly bowed. He wouldn't say much more.
"Daughter? Someone else made of Elizabeth Bronte's DNA?" Sara asked not knowing what she was really saying.
Ian looked up to her totally his face strait now and looked at Sara said, "She is his daughter by blood Sara. She was taken from him when she was but six years old."
Sara was cut by those words and looked him with a remorseful look and said, "I'm sorry… How old is she now?"
"Today she would be nineteen," Ian said sadly and his eyes fell upon Maeve who was nibbling at a doughnut.
"What are you---?" Sara and saw where Ian's eyes landed, her cousin. "You don't honest believe Maeve is… Your father's real daughter do you?" She asked and was pulled into a vision showing a young Ian playing with Maeve as a child. "What was her name?"
"Lilandra," Ian said softly.
"Lilandra? If I confirm that she is who you think she is… I might bring her to the manor," Sara told him. "I doubt she'll remember you," Sara remarked walking away and turned around to see him gone. 'What am I doing?' She thought to himself as she walked into the café.
Sara walked into the café and had her helmet on one hand as she noticed her cousin in the back eating a doughnut. She had never see Maeve look so bad and in so much trouble. She looked like she had been put through a gauntlet. As usual she Maeve clutching the piece of jewelry and figured that someone must have given it to her when she was little… Maybe possibly Ian because she always wore it around neck and she only had known her cousin since Maeve was six years old. "Maeve," She said softly.
Maeve looked up and put her half-eaten doughnut on napkin with the rings. "Hi, Sara," She said softly. She hated looking like crap but running for her life from thugs who knew about Excalibur and her, she had to find out whomever really had it now, as she knew she didn't have it. Suddenly her back began to hurt severely again, as if it was on fire but only on her birthmark. She stood up and looked around a bit, flinching pain. 'Where is it coming from?' she thought to herself unsure. She looked around to find nothing at all.
