The Dreaming part 2
Sara tossed and turned, her bedclothes laying in a tagled heap at her feet. Sweat glissened on her brow. The bracelet around her wrist glowed brightly, distorted images swriling in the eriee red stone. Moaning slightly she floped onto her stomach, as the images in her troubled mind contunted to torment her. The beads of sweat that had covered her brow, now soaked the balled up pillow under her head. Images lowed through her sleeping mind, some passing so quickly that all there were were blurs of color. Others were sharpe and in focus. One image was a mear smear of color until it began to take shape. She saw a pair of bright blue eyes piercing into her very soul. Slowly the image became clearer and revealed a man in a shinning suit of armor, the slit in the visor allowing her to still see those haunting blue eyes. Looking down at herself she noticed that she to was wearing armor, the witchblade still adorned her wrist but in gauntlet form. Suddenly the surrounding area came into focus. She was sitting atop a huge white stallion, a small group of soldiers fighting. Looking around her hse saw the blue eyed man fighting next to her. As the battle raged on Sara found herself fighting for her life: men came at her from all directions, but with the aid of the Witchblade she fought them off without any real effort at all. Just as she dispatched the last of her attackers she saw the man at her side fall form his mount, bleeding form a wound at his side. Screaming in rage she charged the man that had attacked him and ramed the gleaming gauntlet into his heart. Jumping from the saddle she knelt at the bleeding man side, carefully she placed his head in her lap, mentally ordering the witchblade to go back into it's bracelet form. Slowly and gently she lifted the helmet off of the mans head. "Jake..." she gasped, the full relisation of who he was hitting her like a ton of bricks. She pressed a hand to the profusly bleeding wound in his side. Blue eyes met green and Jake smiled slightly. "This has never happened before." He gasped out, his face corntoring in pain. Tears formed in Sara's eyes as she looked down at Jakes slowly weakening form. " Jake..." she shook him slightly and he didn't move he just blinked his eyes slowly. "Jake!!! Don't you dare leave me!" she screamed shaking him harder. " Please...I love you." she cried an placed a gental kiss on his lips. At her final words he smiled and his eyes drifted shut and his body went limp. Sara sat holding her loves head in her lap. It wasn't supose to be this way! She should die first not him! that was the way it had always been! Screaming in anguish Sara sat up in bed gasping for air. Her heart was thumping in her chest, sweat soaking her face, hair and clothes. Burying her head in her hands she sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. This wasn't the first time she had dreamed of a blue eyed man, but she had never seen his face and she had never seen him harmed. In every dream he had always been there. Right by her side or watching form somewhere close by. But he was always there, and the connection she felt with him was stronger than anything she had ever felt before. Tonight she has seen his face. The face of her partner. Reaching for the phone on her nitghstand she hit number one on her speed dial. "Hello." Jakes voice came over the lines sleepy and thick. "Jake its me." "Pez whats wrong?" Gone was the thicknesss of sleep that had clouded his vocie a few moments before. "I need to talk to you Jake, can I come over?" She held her breath praying that he said yes. "Sure come on over." "I'll be there in twenty." she stated and hung up the phone. She rushed through getting dressed and in five minutes she was out the door, grabbing her leather jakcet and helmet on the way out. Destiny and fate had called her tonight and she was not going to let it pass. As soon as the engine roared to life dhe spead into the night. Destiny riding on her shoulder and fate following her like the wind.
Sara tossed and turned, her bedclothes laying in a tagled heap at her feet. Sweat glissened on her brow. The bracelet around her wrist glowed brightly, distorted images swriling in the eriee red stone. Moaning slightly she floped onto her stomach, as the images in her troubled mind contunted to torment her. The beads of sweat that had covered her brow, now soaked the balled up pillow under her head. Images lowed through her sleeping mind, some passing so quickly that all there were were blurs of color. Others were sharpe and in focus. One image was a mear smear of color until it began to take shape. She saw a pair of bright blue eyes piercing into her very soul. Slowly the image became clearer and revealed a man in a shinning suit of armor, the slit in the visor allowing her to still see those haunting blue eyes. Looking down at herself she noticed that she to was wearing armor, the witchblade still adorned her wrist but in gauntlet form. Suddenly the surrounding area came into focus. She was sitting atop a huge white stallion, a small group of soldiers fighting. Looking around her hse saw the blue eyed man fighting next to her. As the battle raged on Sara found herself fighting for her life: men came at her from all directions, but with the aid of the Witchblade she fought them off without any real effort at all. Just as she dispatched the last of her attackers she saw the man at her side fall form his mount, bleeding form a wound at his side. Screaming in rage she charged the man that had attacked him and ramed the gleaming gauntlet into his heart. Jumping from the saddle she knelt at the bleeding man side, carefully she placed his head in her lap, mentally ordering the witchblade to go back into it's bracelet form. Slowly and gently she lifted the helmet off of the mans head. "Jake..." she gasped, the full relisation of who he was hitting her like a ton of bricks. She pressed a hand to the profusly bleeding wound in his side. Blue eyes met green and Jake smiled slightly. "This has never happened before." He gasped out, his face corntoring in pain. Tears formed in Sara's eyes as she looked down at Jakes slowly weakening form. " Jake..." she shook him slightly and he didn't move he just blinked his eyes slowly. "Jake!!! Don't you dare leave me!" she screamed shaking him harder. " Please...I love you." she cried an placed a gental kiss on his lips. At her final words he smiled and his eyes drifted shut and his body went limp. Sara sat holding her loves head in her lap. It wasn't supose to be this way! She should die first not him! that was the way it had always been! Screaming in anguish Sara sat up in bed gasping for air. Her heart was thumping in her chest, sweat soaking her face, hair and clothes. Burying her head in her hands she sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. This wasn't the first time she had dreamed of a blue eyed man, but she had never seen his face and she had never seen him harmed. In every dream he had always been there. Right by her side or watching form somewhere close by. But he was always there, and the connection she felt with him was stronger than anything she had ever felt before. Tonight she has seen his face. The face of her partner. Reaching for the phone on her nitghstand she hit number one on her speed dial. "Hello." Jakes voice came over the lines sleepy and thick. "Jake its me." "Pez whats wrong?" Gone was the thicknesss of sleep that had clouded his vocie a few moments before. "I need to talk to you Jake, can I come over?" She held her breath praying that he said yes. "Sure come on over." "I'll be there in twenty." she stated and hung up the phone. She rushed through getting dressed and in five minutes she was out the door, grabbing her leather jakcet and helmet on the way out. Destiny and fate had called her tonight and she was not going to let it pass. As soon as the engine roared to life dhe spead into the night. Destiny riding on her shoulder and fate following her like the wind.