A/N Hello everyone! It's time for another chapter of Flesh and
blood. This story is so much fun to write and it is all thinks
to all you who review this story! I love to get reviews
because it really makes me want to write more and more and
more and more! So, because of this, it's time for another
Flesh and Blood II: New Beginnings.
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Sara was lying on her bed trying not to think about the murder case when the phone rang. Sara moaned. She didn't really want to talk to anyone. It rang a few more times before the answering machine turned on. "Pezzini Go," her own voice said.
"Pez? It's Gab." Sara smiled as she heard her friend's voice. "Look, I was just wondering if you where doing anything... like work or something tonight... and if you weren't maybe we could... I don't know... have diner or something..." Sara at once made a grab for the phone.
"Gabriel?" Sara said, hoping he was still there.
"Sara?" Gab's voice sounded kind of amazed.
"Yeah, hey." Sara said. "What's up?"
"Oh... nothing... look, are you doing anything tonight?" Gab asked.
"Not at the moment, why?" Sara asked, already knowing the answer.
"Well, I was wondering if you wanted to have diner or something tonight. Just you and me... maybe a club later or something..."
"I'd love to, Gabriel." Sara said, smiling. "Pick me up at six?" She asked.
"Six sounds fun." Came Gab's happy reply. "See you then."
"Yeah, see ya, Gab." Sara hung up the phone. She was glade to have a real excuse for not working on the case anymore that night. Plus, alone time with Gabriel might not be so bad.
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Ian looked down at a little piece of paper with an address on it and then up and the tall apartment building. He let out a long sigh. Here he was, ready and more then willing to take Korin on there first, and hopefully not last date. So why was he so very nervous? It was just a date... his first date in a rather long time, yes, but a date nun the less. Ian let out a long sigh before walking up to the door. He found Korin's door number and pushed the bell.
"Hello?" Ian's heart melted at Korin's kind, happy, and singsong voice.
"Hey, it's Ian," he said, trying to sound as calm as he could.
"Oh, hey, I'll ring you up." There was a bussing and Ian opened the door. He went up the stairs and walked to her door. He knocked and waited.
Korin opened the door and Ian's mouth hung open. There she was, dressed in a tiny pink dress that went up about a foot past her knees, and had thin straps. Her hair was let down over her shoulders and the ends where died white. She was smiling a big, bright smile. "Ian!" She said, showing the happiness that he felt in her voice. "Come on in." She move aside to allow him to enter.
Ian was greeted by Xan, who at once came to cheek out this new visitor. Ian smiled and patted Xan's head. "Hey, there, big guy," Ian said, rubbing the big dog's ears. "What's your name, huh?"
"This is Xan," Korin said, smiling even more. "He seems to like you, Ian." And he is not the only one. Korin smirked and looked Ian over. Pants and a rather tight T-shirt and show very clearly the outline of his chest. Cherry soon came to get a closer look at the stranger in her home. Ian smiled down at the kitty.
"Hey, you're a cute one, too." Ian said, petting Cherry with his other hand.
"And that's Cherry." Korin said. "She's the "master" of this house, if you get by her, you are officially welcomed in this home." She bent down to pat Cherry on the head. "What do you say, Cherry? Is Ian able to date me or not." She could feel Ian's eyes look at her.
Cherry purred and rubbed Ian's leg lovingly. Ian smiled and petted Cherry. "Does that mean I pass?" He asked, more to the cat then Korin. Cherry purred again.
"Hey, what do you know about that?" Korin laughed. "You're the first one she's like in forever." She got up and headed for her bedroom. "Make yourself and home, I'll be right out."
Ian stood and looked around the room. He walked over to the sofa and sat down, followed closely by Cherry and Xan. Ian picked up a book from the coffee table and looked it over. "Moon Window" the cover read. By "Jane Louise Curry." Ian read the back of the book and then set it down. Also on the coffee table where a lot of papers and books and maps. An ink bottle and feather pen also lay next to a stack of papers. Ian picked up a few of the papers and looked them over. The first one read like this:
"In some cases, the Witchblade has been known to take such forums as a gauntlet, a bracelet, and even full body armor. Though most of these forums are only the beginning. The wielder is the only one who can truly know all of the Blades forums. I most cases, however, not even the wielder could understand all of them.
England is most commonly where the wielders are from, thought in the case of Joan of Ark, it does sometimes stray from that path. As shown on map AA there has never been a wielder in the same city twice. If, say, a wielder was born in London, then there would never be another wielder from London again.
As fare as the NightBlade goes, there is still some talk as to weather or not this Blade is evil or not. Made by a man who wished so badly to control the Witchblade that he would try and copy it, the NightBlade is known for having somewhat of a violent mind. Though the NightBlade is not at all as evil at it is made out to be, it does tend to want to kill. It enjoys the shear thrill of killing and therefore sometimes even forces its wielder to kill at random. These poor wielders where burned as Witches most of the time or hung, Evil as the NightBlade may sound, it is in fact, harmless most of the time. It brings dreams to its wielder. Sometimes the dreams a clear and to the point others last night after night and never get anymore understandable.
Even now the wielder of both blades are trying to learn to wield their blades in the right manor. Thought this may take years. The work of these wielders will be--"
Then the writing ended. Ian sat the paper down and looked at the books. All of which save for the "Moon Window" book, where about the Blades. Ian sat up and walked around the room. He stopped when he saw the window seat. It held upon it, about three pictures in frames and a pile of pictures next to them, as well as about three stacks of books, all of which reached almost as high as the window. Ian picked up the first picture. The picture was set on a hillside where the grass was green and there where tiny flowers all around. A little girl with crimson red hair, which was VERY curly, sat on a blanket with an older woman. The woman had long black hair and bright blues eyes. She wore a long blue dress, as did the little girl. Sitting next to them was a boy who must have been about two years older then the little girl. He had short, spiky raven hair and green eyes. He smiled brightly at the two women next to him.
Ian sat this picture down and lifted up the next two. Both of which where of a boy and girl who must have been the same ones in the first picture. On the first one they where playing in a sandbox and building little sand towers. The other one they where teenagers or so and where both dressed in school uniforms.
Ian sat these down and looked over the books. All of them where by some well-known author. Poe, Carroll, Twain, and so on. Ian nodded in admiration. Then he picked up the little stack of photos and looked threw them. Once again the young boy was in all of them but the girl only showed up once or twice.
"That's my brother." Came a soft voice from behind Ian. He turned to see Korin standing there looking almost sad. "He died when he was young."
"I'm sorry," Ian said softly. Korin shook her head.
"It's not your fault Ian," She told him. "Our family was never very happy. My mom and dad where always fighting. He thought it was all his fault I didn't have the loving family he thought I needed so he... jumped out of a moving train..." Korin looked at her feet not really wanting to think about it.
"I'm really sorry!" Ian said, putting an arm around her. "I didn't mean to make you upset."
"No, no," Korin whipped her eyes. "It's fine. I really just want to go and have a fun time with you, Ian." She smiled a wide smile. "The past is in the past. I'm ready to face the future, not wallow in what could have been." Ian smiled.
"Well, lets get going the." With this, Ian took Korin's hand and lead her outside.
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A/N ok, so what did you think? Good bad, what? Tell me I wish to know! The more reviews, the faster the next chapater gets written.
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Sara was lying on her bed trying not to think about the murder case when the phone rang. Sara moaned. She didn't really want to talk to anyone. It rang a few more times before the answering machine turned on. "Pezzini Go," her own voice said.
"Pez? It's Gab." Sara smiled as she heard her friend's voice. "Look, I was just wondering if you where doing anything... like work or something tonight... and if you weren't maybe we could... I don't know... have diner or something..." Sara at once made a grab for the phone.
"Gabriel?" Sara said, hoping he was still there.
"Sara?" Gab's voice sounded kind of amazed.
"Yeah, hey." Sara said. "What's up?"
"Oh... nothing... look, are you doing anything tonight?" Gab asked.
"Not at the moment, why?" Sara asked, already knowing the answer.
"Well, I was wondering if you wanted to have diner or something tonight. Just you and me... maybe a club later or something..."
"I'd love to, Gabriel." Sara said, smiling. "Pick me up at six?" She asked.
"Six sounds fun." Came Gab's happy reply. "See you then."
"Yeah, see ya, Gab." Sara hung up the phone. She was glade to have a real excuse for not working on the case anymore that night. Plus, alone time with Gabriel might not be so bad.
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Ian looked down at a little piece of paper with an address on it and then up and the tall apartment building. He let out a long sigh. Here he was, ready and more then willing to take Korin on there first, and hopefully not last date. So why was he so very nervous? It was just a date... his first date in a rather long time, yes, but a date nun the less. Ian let out a long sigh before walking up to the door. He found Korin's door number and pushed the bell.
"Hello?" Ian's heart melted at Korin's kind, happy, and singsong voice.
"Hey, it's Ian," he said, trying to sound as calm as he could.
"Oh, hey, I'll ring you up." There was a bussing and Ian opened the door. He went up the stairs and walked to her door. He knocked and waited.
Korin opened the door and Ian's mouth hung open. There she was, dressed in a tiny pink dress that went up about a foot past her knees, and had thin straps. Her hair was let down over her shoulders and the ends where died white. She was smiling a big, bright smile. "Ian!" She said, showing the happiness that he felt in her voice. "Come on in." She move aside to allow him to enter.
Ian was greeted by Xan, who at once came to cheek out this new visitor. Ian smiled and patted Xan's head. "Hey, there, big guy," Ian said, rubbing the big dog's ears. "What's your name, huh?"
"This is Xan," Korin said, smiling even more. "He seems to like you, Ian." And he is not the only one. Korin smirked and looked Ian over. Pants and a rather tight T-shirt and show very clearly the outline of his chest. Cherry soon came to get a closer look at the stranger in her home. Ian smiled down at the kitty.
"Hey, you're a cute one, too." Ian said, petting Cherry with his other hand.
"And that's Cherry." Korin said. "She's the "master" of this house, if you get by her, you are officially welcomed in this home." She bent down to pat Cherry on the head. "What do you say, Cherry? Is Ian able to date me or not." She could feel Ian's eyes look at her.
Cherry purred and rubbed Ian's leg lovingly. Ian smiled and petted Cherry. "Does that mean I pass?" He asked, more to the cat then Korin. Cherry purred again.
"Hey, what do you know about that?" Korin laughed. "You're the first one she's like in forever." She got up and headed for her bedroom. "Make yourself and home, I'll be right out."
Ian stood and looked around the room. He walked over to the sofa and sat down, followed closely by Cherry and Xan. Ian picked up a book from the coffee table and looked it over. "Moon Window" the cover read. By "Jane Louise Curry." Ian read the back of the book and then set it down. Also on the coffee table where a lot of papers and books and maps. An ink bottle and feather pen also lay next to a stack of papers. Ian picked up a few of the papers and looked them over. The first one read like this:
"In some cases, the Witchblade has been known to take such forums as a gauntlet, a bracelet, and even full body armor. Though most of these forums are only the beginning. The wielder is the only one who can truly know all of the Blades forums. I most cases, however, not even the wielder could understand all of them.
England is most commonly where the wielders are from, thought in the case of Joan of Ark, it does sometimes stray from that path. As shown on map AA there has never been a wielder in the same city twice. If, say, a wielder was born in London, then there would never be another wielder from London again.
As fare as the NightBlade goes, there is still some talk as to weather or not this Blade is evil or not. Made by a man who wished so badly to control the Witchblade that he would try and copy it, the NightBlade is known for having somewhat of a violent mind. Though the NightBlade is not at all as evil at it is made out to be, it does tend to want to kill. It enjoys the shear thrill of killing and therefore sometimes even forces its wielder to kill at random. These poor wielders where burned as Witches most of the time or hung, Evil as the NightBlade may sound, it is in fact, harmless most of the time. It brings dreams to its wielder. Sometimes the dreams a clear and to the point others last night after night and never get anymore understandable.
Even now the wielder of both blades are trying to learn to wield their blades in the right manor. Thought this may take years. The work of these wielders will be--"
Then the writing ended. Ian sat the paper down and looked at the books. All of which save for the "Moon Window" book, where about the Blades. Ian sat up and walked around the room. He stopped when he saw the window seat. It held upon it, about three pictures in frames and a pile of pictures next to them, as well as about three stacks of books, all of which reached almost as high as the window. Ian picked up the first picture. The picture was set on a hillside where the grass was green and there where tiny flowers all around. A little girl with crimson red hair, which was VERY curly, sat on a blanket with an older woman. The woman had long black hair and bright blues eyes. She wore a long blue dress, as did the little girl. Sitting next to them was a boy who must have been about two years older then the little girl. He had short, spiky raven hair and green eyes. He smiled brightly at the two women next to him.
Ian sat this picture down and lifted up the next two. Both of which where of a boy and girl who must have been the same ones in the first picture. On the first one they where playing in a sandbox and building little sand towers. The other one they where teenagers or so and where both dressed in school uniforms.
Ian sat these down and looked over the books. All of them where by some well-known author. Poe, Carroll, Twain, and so on. Ian nodded in admiration. Then he picked up the little stack of photos and looked threw them. Once again the young boy was in all of them but the girl only showed up once or twice.
"That's my brother." Came a soft voice from behind Ian. He turned to see Korin standing there looking almost sad. "He died when he was young."
"I'm sorry," Ian said softly. Korin shook her head.
"It's not your fault Ian," She told him. "Our family was never very happy. My mom and dad where always fighting. He thought it was all his fault I didn't have the loving family he thought I needed so he... jumped out of a moving train..." Korin looked at her feet not really wanting to think about it.
"I'm really sorry!" Ian said, putting an arm around her. "I didn't mean to make you upset."
"No, no," Korin whipped her eyes. "It's fine. I really just want to go and have a fun time with you, Ian." She smiled a wide smile. "The past is in the past. I'm ready to face the future, not wallow in what could have been." Ian smiled.
"Well, lets get going the." With this, Ian took Korin's hand and lead her outside.
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A/N ok, so what did you think? Good bad, what? Tell me I wish to know! The more reviews, the faster the next chapater gets written.