Eli: Hey! Here's another bit for you! Hope you like it. Enjoy!
Jesse gazed out the window, staring at absoulutely nothing. Her mind was someplace else.
Her stomach was telling her to eat, but she ignored it. She needed to lose weight anyway.
The door bell rang. she tried to ignore that, too. But the person was insistant and wouldn't leave.
"All right! Keep your bloody shirt on!" She yelled. She opened the door to find a very sad looking Gabriel there.
"Hi." He said softly. She looked down at the ground.
"Hello." She looked up at him. "Gabriel, please leave. I can't deal with this now." She tried ot close the door, but he stopped her.
"Jesse, oh God, please just hear me out." She put her hands on her hips.
"You have one minute."
"Jesse, I'm so sorry for....... for everything. I didn't mean it. Well, except that I love you. I do, really I do. And I was just, I don't know what I was, but I'm sorry for becoming it. And I'm sorry for hurting you, emotionally and physically. Oh god, Jesse, please forgive me. Please! I have never been so sorry in my life. I will never hurt you again, please."
The groveling, no matter how it sounded to anyone else, got to Jesse. She hugged him, and the world all of sudden came from darkness.
"I forgive you." He smiled and tried to kiss her, but she stopped him. "But we need to take this much slower than before." She took a few steps away from him. He nodded.
"Jesse, you eaten yet?"
"No."
"Then let's go get breakfeast. Please?"
"That sounds nice." Jesse smiled and grabbed her jacket.
-Mean while-
He sat quietly in his chair by the fire. It was almost fully out now. It had been a huge fire the night before.
The night before, the abandonment. He had thought things were going according to his plan. He was slowly beginning to take control of the young man's body, and the kid had no clue what was going on. He just needed to wait for the right moment.
The witchblade was sure to be his. It had abandoned the wielder in her greatest hour of need. It didn't matter now that Elizabeth's blood had begun to no longer work on him. All he needed was arriving with Ian as soon as he returned home. So he waited.
And waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Now it was morning, and Ian still had not returned. Irons sighed as he realized he wasn't coming.
"Always the hard way, my son. But, sadly, you won't live long enough to regret it." He said bitterly. "And neither will your wielder. I had such high hopes, but you failed. And now, your lady has, too. The storm is coming, and it's brining all of hell with it."
He pressed the intercom. "Immo! Get in here. We have work to do." He almost shut it off before adding. "Oh, and bring Ian with you."
Jesse gazed out the window, staring at absoulutely nothing. Her mind was someplace else.
Her stomach was telling her to eat, but she ignored it. She needed to lose weight anyway.
The door bell rang. she tried to ignore that, too. But the person was insistant and wouldn't leave.
"All right! Keep your bloody shirt on!" She yelled. She opened the door to find a very sad looking Gabriel there.
"Hi." He said softly. She looked down at the ground.
"Hello." She looked up at him. "Gabriel, please leave. I can't deal with this now." She tried ot close the door, but he stopped her.
"Jesse, oh God, please just hear me out." She put her hands on her hips.
"You have one minute."
"Jesse, I'm so sorry for....... for everything. I didn't mean it. Well, except that I love you. I do, really I do. And I was just, I don't know what I was, but I'm sorry for becoming it. And I'm sorry for hurting you, emotionally and physically. Oh god, Jesse, please forgive me. Please! I have never been so sorry in my life. I will never hurt you again, please."
The groveling, no matter how it sounded to anyone else, got to Jesse. She hugged him, and the world all of sudden came from darkness.
"I forgive you." He smiled and tried to kiss her, but she stopped him. "But we need to take this much slower than before." She took a few steps away from him. He nodded.
"Jesse, you eaten yet?"
"No."
"Then let's go get breakfeast. Please?"
"That sounds nice." Jesse smiled and grabbed her jacket.
-Mean while-
He sat quietly in his chair by the fire. It was almost fully out now. It had been a huge fire the night before.
The night before, the abandonment. He had thought things were going according to his plan. He was slowly beginning to take control of the young man's body, and the kid had no clue what was going on. He just needed to wait for the right moment.
The witchblade was sure to be his. It had abandoned the wielder in her greatest hour of need. It didn't matter now that Elizabeth's blood had begun to no longer work on him. All he needed was arriving with Ian as soon as he returned home. So he waited.
And waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Now it was morning, and Ian still had not returned. Irons sighed as he realized he wasn't coming.
"Always the hard way, my son. But, sadly, you won't live long enough to regret it." He said bitterly. "And neither will your wielder. I had such high hopes, but you failed. And now, your lady has, too. The storm is coming, and it's brining all of hell with it."
He pressed the intercom. "Immo! Get in here. We have work to do." He almost shut it off before adding. "Oh, and bring Ian with you."