Eli: Hello. To answer a question: Cathain is Arthur's equivalent. Joan is
Ares. Let me explain why. Joan is angry and mourns in her own hell. Cathain
was betrayed by her lover, like Arthur. The reason I used Ares for the
sacrifice is because it's just easier to explain. Everyone knows Elizabeth
equals David, so no worries. Enjoy;)
She was fast asleep. Ian shook her shoulder, but she didn't even move. She was dead to the world. He smiled, since her not being awake would make his plan easier.
Sara wasn't just tired. She was exhausted. Unknowing to Ian, she had had no sleep for the past three days. Otherwise, she would have left before he would have noticed her there.
Ian got out of bed and went behind the chair. He lightly removed her jacket and sweaters. He was going to stop at her shirt, but when he got there, it was covered with dark stains. His curiosity got the better of him and he removed the shirt as well. He stared on in shock.
The back of her tank top was cut and there were deep and plentiful gashes all over her back.
"Sara." He said quietly in a whisper. He immediately went to his bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit. He then slowly lifted up the back of her tank top to see the full result of the damage. He shook his head from pain. She didn't deserve this.
As he bandaged her back, he saw glimpses of what had happened. But everything came to him backwards. He saw Sara in a pool of her own blood, and then pushed against the wall with Irons savagely attacking her back.
Irons, you sick, sadistic bitch. What the hell is wrong with that woman? Sara.
Finally, he saw Irons confront Sara with photographs. Photos of them at the club. He wanted to kill himself. He had caused all this. He couldn't think of any ways to ever make it up to her. Even if Sara forgave him, he could never forgive himself for letting this happen.
He pulled the tank off the best he could with out looking at her. Even if she was asleep, it didn't seem right to invade her privacy in that way. He grabbed the thinnest o her sweaters and pulled it back over her. He pulled her hair out from under it.
He then pushed the sheets of his bed back. He gently lifted Sara up and placed her in it. She rested comfortably on her side, off her back. He climbed in next to her and pulled the covers up over them.
He put his arms around her neck and waist, careful of any wounds. She relaxed next to him and unconsciously put her arms around him. He got flashes of other lifetimes spent like this. Together in peace. After watching her for a while, Ian slowly drifted off to sleep.
-Dawn-
The light rays of sunlight woke Sara up. She quickly realized two things. One, she was not in her room at the mansion. And two, someone was holding her. She blinked her eyes a couple of times and as they focused, she looked into the face of the wielder.
What is this? A reverie? No, this real. What has happened? How did we get like this? We didn't do anything, did we? No, clothes are on. All I remember is the periculum. Did the witchblade do this, or did he?
She then realized that Irons would be looking for her in a few hours. She had to return now. She started to move away from him, but he would not let her. Even through his sleep, he would not let her leave. Half of Sara wanted to let him win in this, to surrender. The other half knew better and she pried herself from his grip. She sadly got out of the bed and stood up.
She would give anything in the world just to stay.
She gathered the rest of her clothes and left out through the window before the thought of staying was all too tempting. With one last look, she left.
She settled into her own bed twenty minutes later. She shivered. The sheets were all so cold. She missed being in his arms. She regretted leaving, but reminded herself it was for the best.
Despite it all, she began to cry.
"Ian."
-Later-
Ian woke up alone and cold.
~I didn't hear you leave.
I wonder how I'm still here.~
Ian didn't want to get up. He just closed his eyes again and tried to remember her and him; together.
~And I don't want to move a thing.
It might change my memory. ~
Danielle must be right. She must think herself below everyone else. Damn Irons. This is kind of ridiculous when you're rational about it. I'm wielding a mystical blade, refused one of the most powerful women existing, and held a woman who I know next to nothing about. I shouldn't be doing what I am. It will only end up in more harm versus her, but I can't help it.
~Oh, I am what I am.
I'll do what I want,
But I can't hide. ~
He gave up trying to get back to sleep. No dream compared to her. He got up and began to get ready for the day, but he couldn't help but feel part of him was still in that bed holding her.
~I won't go.
I won't sleep.
I can't breathe,
Until you're resting here with me.~
Sara felt empty inside, like part of her soul had been ripped out. The pain gave her no rest. She wished she were back with him.
~And I won't leave.
And I can't hide.
I cannot be,
Until you're resting here with me.~
Kelly's voice echoed on the answering machine. It disrupted the silence in his apartment. He should have picked it up, but didn't. He did not want to go back out of the dream so soon.
~I don't wanna call my friends.
For they might wake me from this dream. ~
She should have never left him. She would never get any peaceful sleep without him ever after.
~And I can't leave this bed.
Risk forgetting all that's been.~
He still had a few minutes before he had to leave. He lay back down on his bed and tried to remember every detail. Everything from the smell of her hair to the feeling of her breathes on his neck.
~Oh, I am what I am.
I'll do what I want,
But I can't hide.~
The witchblade came alive to the sound of the two's silent pleas. It began to glow lightly on Ian's wrist.
~I won't go
I won't sleep.
I can't breathe,
Until you're resting here with me.~
Ian swore he could feel her against him. Sara could almost feel his embrace. They both opened their eyes, and they were together. Somewhere, sometime. They looked into each other's eyes and then closed them again in sleep.
Sara was fast asleep in her bed. She shifted to her side and mumbled something in her sleep.
"Thank you, my love."
~I won't leave.
I can't hide.
I cannot be,
Until you're resting here with me.~
Ian opened his eyes again, and she was gone. He got up and proceeded to leave for work. He smiled as he went. He understood now. It explained so much. The constant zoning out. The pangs of pain and sadness. The dreams. Even why he did what he did. He knew now and now wondered why it had taken so long to come to the conclusion:
Ian Nottingham was in love with Sara Pezzini.
Eli: I like the turn out of this chap. The song is Dido's Here With Me/ Roswell theme song. I hoped everyone liked it. How was it? You all know I have a constant craving for reviews.
"Women need three things to survive: Food, water, and compliments."-Chris Rock
She was fast asleep. Ian shook her shoulder, but she didn't even move. She was dead to the world. He smiled, since her not being awake would make his plan easier.
Sara wasn't just tired. She was exhausted. Unknowing to Ian, she had had no sleep for the past three days. Otherwise, she would have left before he would have noticed her there.
Ian got out of bed and went behind the chair. He lightly removed her jacket and sweaters. He was going to stop at her shirt, but when he got there, it was covered with dark stains. His curiosity got the better of him and he removed the shirt as well. He stared on in shock.
The back of her tank top was cut and there were deep and plentiful gashes all over her back.
"Sara." He said quietly in a whisper. He immediately went to his bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit. He then slowly lifted up the back of her tank top to see the full result of the damage. He shook his head from pain. She didn't deserve this.
As he bandaged her back, he saw glimpses of what had happened. But everything came to him backwards. He saw Sara in a pool of her own blood, and then pushed against the wall with Irons savagely attacking her back.
Irons, you sick, sadistic bitch. What the hell is wrong with that woman? Sara.
Finally, he saw Irons confront Sara with photographs. Photos of them at the club. He wanted to kill himself. He had caused all this. He couldn't think of any ways to ever make it up to her. Even if Sara forgave him, he could never forgive himself for letting this happen.
He pulled the tank off the best he could with out looking at her. Even if she was asleep, it didn't seem right to invade her privacy in that way. He grabbed the thinnest o her sweaters and pulled it back over her. He pulled her hair out from under it.
He then pushed the sheets of his bed back. He gently lifted Sara up and placed her in it. She rested comfortably on her side, off her back. He climbed in next to her and pulled the covers up over them.
He put his arms around her neck and waist, careful of any wounds. She relaxed next to him and unconsciously put her arms around him. He got flashes of other lifetimes spent like this. Together in peace. After watching her for a while, Ian slowly drifted off to sleep.
-Dawn-
The light rays of sunlight woke Sara up. She quickly realized two things. One, she was not in her room at the mansion. And two, someone was holding her. She blinked her eyes a couple of times and as they focused, she looked into the face of the wielder.
What is this? A reverie? No, this real. What has happened? How did we get like this? We didn't do anything, did we? No, clothes are on. All I remember is the periculum. Did the witchblade do this, or did he?
She then realized that Irons would be looking for her in a few hours. She had to return now. She started to move away from him, but he would not let her. Even through his sleep, he would not let her leave. Half of Sara wanted to let him win in this, to surrender. The other half knew better and she pried herself from his grip. She sadly got out of the bed and stood up.
She would give anything in the world just to stay.
She gathered the rest of her clothes and left out through the window before the thought of staying was all too tempting. With one last look, she left.
She settled into her own bed twenty minutes later. She shivered. The sheets were all so cold. She missed being in his arms. She regretted leaving, but reminded herself it was for the best.
Despite it all, she began to cry.
"Ian."
-Later-
Ian woke up alone and cold.
~I didn't hear you leave.
I wonder how I'm still here.~
Ian didn't want to get up. He just closed his eyes again and tried to remember her and him; together.
~And I don't want to move a thing.
It might change my memory. ~
Danielle must be right. She must think herself below everyone else. Damn Irons. This is kind of ridiculous when you're rational about it. I'm wielding a mystical blade, refused one of the most powerful women existing, and held a woman who I know next to nothing about. I shouldn't be doing what I am. It will only end up in more harm versus her, but I can't help it.
~Oh, I am what I am.
I'll do what I want,
But I can't hide. ~
He gave up trying to get back to sleep. No dream compared to her. He got up and began to get ready for the day, but he couldn't help but feel part of him was still in that bed holding her.
~I won't go.
I won't sleep.
I can't breathe,
Until you're resting here with me.~
Sara felt empty inside, like part of her soul had been ripped out. The pain gave her no rest. She wished she were back with him.
~And I won't leave.
And I can't hide.
I cannot be,
Until you're resting here with me.~
Kelly's voice echoed on the answering machine. It disrupted the silence in his apartment. He should have picked it up, but didn't. He did not want to go back out of the dream so soon.
~I don't wanna call my friends.
For they might wake me from this dream. ~
She should have never left him. She would never get any peaceful sleep without him ever after.
~And I can't leave this bed.
Risk forgetting all that's been.~
He still had a few minutes before he had to leave. He lay back down on his bed and tried to remember every detail. Everything from the smell of her hair to the feeling of her breathes on his neck.
~Oh, I am what I am.
I'll do what I want,
But I can't hide.~
The witchblade came alive to the sound of the two's silent pleas. It began to glow lightly on Ian's wrist.
~I won't go
I won't sleep.
I can't breathe,
Until you're resting here with me.~
Ian swore he could feel her against him. Sara could almost feel his embrace. They both opened their eyes, and they were together. Somewhere, sometime. They looked into each other's eyes and then closed them again in sleep.
Sara was fast asleep in her bed. She shifted to her side and mumbled something in her sleep.
"Thank you, my love."
~I won't leave.
I can't hide.
I cannot be,
Until you're resting here with me.~
Ian opened his eyes again, and she was gone. He got up and proceeded to leave for work. He smiled as he went. He understood now. It explained so much. The constant zoning out. The pangs of pain and sadness. The dreams. Even why he did what he did. He knew now and now wondered why it had taken so long to come to the conclusion:
Ian Nottingham was in love with Sara Pezzini.
Eli: I like the turn out of this chap. The song is Dido's Here With Me/ Roswell theme song. I hoped everyone liked it. How was it? You all know I have a constant craving for reviews.
"Women need three things to survive: Food, water, and compliments."-Chris Rock