Authors not: Thanks everyone for the reviews. As asked, I'm adding a new chapter. I'm sorry about all the spelling errors. I'm working on that part. "Spelling should not get in the way of the creative mind." My aunt told me that once. I hope you like this new chapter. Warning! This chapter of "Flesh and Blood" will contain some seance in which people will be abused (stupid Irons). If this is not your cup of tea, I advise you do not read this fic. But, hey, most of you are used to it after seen three or more episodes of "Witchblade. " ;-) Enjoy, as always.

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With one jump, Korin was on Sara's fire escape. They looked each other in the eye. Sara took in the look of this new comer. Tall, black leather paints and tank top, long black leather trench coat, and crimson red hair tied into a pony tail. Oh yeah, this was a friend of Nottingham's if she ever saw one.

Korin bowed lowly and smiled. "Good evening, Lady Sara." She said. "May I please enter your humble home?" She smirked a little at the look of shock on Sara's face.

"Uh...Yeah...sure." Sara steped aside from the open window, allowing Korin to enter.

Korin looked around the small apartment. THIS was where the great Sara Pizzini lived? Korin he been expecting something far better.

"Are you hungry?" Sara asked, motioning towered the bar where a plate of chick lay. Korin tilted her head to one side.

"No, thank you."

Sara sat down on the sofa and Korin sat across from her. They sat without talking for a bit, neither one really wanting to say anything. At last, Sara spoke up.

"Are you a friend of Nottinghams?" She asked.

"I guess you could say that, yeah." Korin nodded. "I've known him since I was a kid."

"So...are you...the weirder?"

"Oh this, you mean?" Korin asked, putting up her left hand and showing Sara the bracelet around it. Sara felt a shiver run down her pine as the Witchblade around her wrist hummed angrily. Korin smiled as she watched the red mist in Sara's blade swirl. "Yeah, I am. Nothing to call home about or what ever."

"So, your Irons' daughter, right?" Sara saw at once that this was not the right thing to say as Korin stared at her feet and shuffled her feet from side to side. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to--"

"Don't worry about it, Sara." Korin told her. "It's not your fault my father is the way he is. I guess you can not really even call him my father. He doesn't love me, he doesn't call me his "flesh and blood", and he hates me. It's as easy as that."

"I'm sure he doesn't hate you." Sara told her.

"Yeah. That's like saying Jew's don't hate Hitler." Korin said, rolling her eyes. "If you knew all the stuff he has done to me and Ian-"

"What has he done?" Sara asked. Korin looked at the floor again.

"Nothing." She lied.

"You know, you're the worst liar I have ever seen."

"Give her a brake, Pez." Sara turned to see the ghost of her partner, Danny, standing by the window. "Maybe that brings up some bad memories."

"Hey, I have every right to ask, don't I?" Sara snapped.

"Hello again, Danny." Korin said. Sara looked at Irons' daughter ion shock. She knew about Danny?! And she could see him? Sara turned to Danny to see what he would say.

"Hey, there, Kor. How's it been going?" Danny asked.

"You know, same old same old." Korin shrugged.

"How do--How can she--WHAT?!" Sara looked from one to the other. Danny laughed.

"Yeah, Pez she can see me." Danny told her.

"But how?" Sara asked.

"You know that Blade you've got around your wrist?" Korin asked.

"Yeah, it's kind of hard to forget."

"Well, I have a blade that was made by the same forces...in a since...any way, I can see what you can see. Danny has come to me on more then one occasion with news on the Witchblade and what not. That is how we know one another."

"So, Danny knew about you before I did?" Sara turned on Danny. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Korin and you where going to meet sooner or later, Pez. I just made sure it was later." Danny shrugged. "It wasn't my fault, you know. Rules and what not."

"Rules? There are rules about being dead?" Sara asked.

"Yeah...when it has to do with the Witchblade there are rules." Danny smiled. "Besides, Pez, if I had told you that Irons had a daughter would you really have believed me?"

"OK, you've got a point there." Sara looked back to Korin. "It's Korin, right?"

"Yes indeed." Korin nodded.

"Why are you hear now?"

Korin thought for a minute. Come to think of it, she really didn't have a good reason to be in Sara's apartment. "Well," She said, "I don't know. I guess because I was really sick of sitting on that roof watching you."

"I thought that was freaking stalker guys job." Danny said.

"It is. But Irons had something for Ian to do so I was told to watch after you." Korin smirked. "You never know what kind of evil villain might be trying to kill you, you know." She winked at Sara.

Sara couldn't help but laugh a little. Korin looked out the window. It had started to rain and thunder. A flash of lightning showed a dark shadowing thing on the roof across the street. Korin sighed and got to her feet.

"Well, I better get going." She bowed to Sara then to Danny. "I'll let Ian get back to his job." Korin headed for the window, then turned to Sara. "Hey, lets not tell Irons I was hear, OK?"

"You got it." Sara replied.

Korin nodded and left threw the window. Another jump, and she was on the roof next to Ian. Nottingham looked at her sternly. Korin sighed, knowing what was going to come next.

"What where you thinking?" Ian asked. "If Irons finds out you talked to Sara he'll--"

"He won't find out if no tells him!" Korin snapped. "Look, everything will be fine. We where going to meet sooner or later, weren't we."

"Yes, but still--"

"But nothing! Look, I'm sick of always taking orders from my father! I can do what ever the heck I feel like! I wanted to meet this amazing Sara you are always sent to look after so I met her! Plain as that!" Korin turned getting ready to leave. "You'll just have to keep your mouth shut about this, OK Ian?" With this, Korin was gone.

Ian sighed. She was being stubborn, again. She had been the same after grade school. Ian didn't know if it was the Blade she wore or if she was really as crazy as she acted. Some times Ian even wondered if she was thinking of killing herself the thought made him shiver. He wouldn't be able to take it if Korin died. She was his best friend...his only friend. It would be like if Sara died. Korin and Sara where the two people he cared most about in the world. It would be hard to have one of them die.

Ian shook his head and returned his gaze back to Sara's window, trying to get the idea of Korin leaving him out of his head.

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Korin took a deep breath as she got ready to knock on the study door. As she had been told, she was coming to talk to Irons about what ever it is they "need to talk" about. As she had always been told to do, she now took of the Blade (and trust me the blade did not like this at all) and placed on a glass compartment out side the door. Irons did not like to be around that thing...he didn't like to be around Korin either, but that was beside the point. So, whenever he HAD to talk to his only child, he would make her take off the dark thing which him himself put onto the earth. Korin knocked on the door.

"Enter." Came Irons' cold hard voice. Korin sighed and walked threw the large, un-wellcoming doors.

Iron's was standing in front of a blazing fire. His back was to Korin when she entered. She couldn't only make out the shadowy outline of her father in the dark room. She looked at the floor and stood in a stance like Ian's. Irons spoke with out turning to her.

"Good evening, Korin." He said in a voice that made Korin shutter. "I truest you watched over Sara until Ian returned?"

"Yes, master." Korin choked out.

"Good, good..." Irons seemed to be trying to lead up to something. Korin wasn't quite sure she knew what.

"But, you didn't just watch her did you?" Korin tensed up. How could he know? Her eyes darted towered the two windows in the corner. Darn it! He could see everything that was going on! He had watched her and Sara and Danny talking! This was not god. Not good at all. Irons turned to look at Korin. "You talked to Sara after I told you never to go near her.

A whip that Irons had been hiding shot across Korin's face. Surprise made Korin fall to the floor. She looked up as Irons advanced upon her. She curled up in a ball on the floor to try and shield her face from what ever Irons would do to her.

"I'll teach you to not do as you are told. He began to whip her over and over again until her back was bloody and her shirt and coat where of no use anymore. The pain was quickly getting to her. With out the Blade, she had become more week and unable to shield herself from the blows.

Ian...Ian... Korin kept repeating his name in her head as if that would make him suddenly appear to save her from the pain. Ian...Ian...BlackBlade... she heard herself think of the blades name in her mind as well as Ian's. She could still feel the blade as if it where still with her. IAN! IAN! IAN!

"Ian! Ian! Please, Ian!" Korin heard the words come out of her mouth before she even knew she had spoken him. Irons stopped and looked down at her a hated look in his eyes.

"Ian can not save you now, Korin." He hissed. "You belong to me and you are to do as I say! I said to stay away from Sara Pizzini and you talked to her! Now you will pay." He began to kick her hard in the side. He heard her rips break and her leg as well.

"Ian.... Ian..." She kept whispering his name. "Save me, Ian.... Blade...save me..."

With one finale whip and kick, Korin was out. It was hard to stay awake threw the pain. Irons looked down at the knockout thing that was Korin with spit. She looked helpless but Irons had no heart to care about the girl at his feet. He walked over to the door and opened it.

"Roy, get in here!" He called into the hallway. A moment later one of his servants entered the room.

"Yes, mister Irons?" Roy said. He gasped as he saw the women on the floor. "What happened?"

"Never you mind. Please take Miss Korin to her room and then return to your duties." Irons said, returning to his place in front of the fire.

"Sir, shouldn't we get a doctor for her?" Roy asked.

"I will take care of it. Do as you are told."

"Yes, sir." Roy bent down and picked up the beaten Korin and carried her out o f the room.

Irons gazed into the fire until the door was shut. Then he went to the two windows in the corner of the room. He could see Sara, no sleeping peacefully in her bed, and Ian, watching her from the fire escape. At least one of his servants did has he was told. Irons walked to the phone and dialed a number.

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Ian was sitting looking into Sara's quiet apartment, when his cell phone rang.

"Here." He said, plainly.

"Ian?" Came Irons calm voice.

"Yes, sir?"

"Please return to the mansion right away."

"Yes, master Irons." Ian said, a little confused.

"Thank you." There was a click and Irons was gone. Ian got up from his post and began to head for home.

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Ian entered Irons' library wondering what on earth could make Irons call him from watching the wielder. He found Irons sitting at his desk. Ian's eyes went to the floor.

"Ian, Korin did not seem well earlier today," Irons said, "perhaps you had better check up on her."

"Right away, master." Ian nodded and turned to leave when Irons called him back.

"You might want to give her this." Irons said. Ian turned to see Irons holding up the Black Blade. "It seems she did not wish to where it." Ian nodded, took the Blade, and left. As soon as the door to Irons library was closed, he brook into a run. What Irons meant by that conversation was, 'I had to "teach" Korin a "lesson" now she is half-dead. Go make sure I haven't killed her.'

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Ian reached a large door and opened it to show a flight of stares leading up to both the attic and Korin's room. He walked up the steep steps and knocked on the door he found at the top. No one answered so he steped inside.

The room was large but looked empty. Korin had very few personally things. There was a book case that was full of books, most of which Irons would not have approved of, a radio and a stack of punk rock CD's, a small coffee table and two cushions around it to make it look like a Japanese dinning room, and a matters on the floor with long purple curtness covering it. The one window was closed but the wind still came threw the many cracks in it.

Ian walked over to the bed and pulled back the curtness and what he found there made him want to die. There was his best friend, his only friend in the howl world, lying with deep cuts and bruises. She looked dead at first, and until Ian saw her light breathing he truly believed her dead.

The first thing he did was placing the blade on her left wrist. The effect was emitted. Though her wounds still remained, she began to wake up. She turned and looked at Ian.

"Ian..." She breathed. "What are you..."

"Hush now." Ian said, placing a finger to her lips. "I'm going to go get you something that will make you feel better. I'll be right back, OK?" Korin nodded. Ian got up and left.

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An hour later, Ian had fully covered her wounds. He now sat with Korin's head placed in his lap. He was feeding her chicken soup like he always did when something like happened. A "Puddle of Mud" CD was playing. It was Korin's favorite.

"Thank you, Ian." Korin said, starting to drift off into sleep.

"Don't mention it, Korin." He bent down and kissed her forehead.

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(Authors note: So? How did you like this chapter? Good, bad, stupid, what? Let me know if it is wreath adding onto or not. Thanks to everyone who read this and I hope you liked it.)