Eli: I know it has been a while, but here's a bit more. Enjoy!
When Gabriel came to a second time, he knew right away something was wrong. The chamber was no longer dark, but was lighted with candles. He blinked his eyes a few times to get them used to the light. His mouth was dry, and his wrists were numb from pain. His neck was sore as hell. He slightly remembered being punched by Nottingham.
He looked over to where Jesse had been, but she was no longer there. He heard movement to the side of him. He turned his head to the left and saw that Jesse was lying on a table. Irons was looming over her.
Jesse was shivering from the metal against her back. She had finally awakened from her slumber, and was now hoping direly that she was still asleep. Her hands were bound, as were her feet. She had no clue what was going on.
Irons smiled as he saw her come to. She didn't need to be awake for this, but he wanted her to be. He reached over to the fire and pulled out a branding prod.
Jesse's eyes grew in horror as the man reached into the fire.
"Who the hell are you?! Why the fuck am I here?!" Irons laughed, but said nothing. "Answer me, you bastard!"
"Why Jessica, is that anyway to address you're Father?" He asked her mockingly.
"What the hell are you talking about? You're not my Father!" She yelled.
"So the whore never told you, did she? I didn't expect she would." He said as he examined the prod.
"Tell me what?" She demanded. She was growing more nervous by the second, but she wasn't going to let him see that.
"Where your bloodlines really lie. Now, this is really going to hurt, so feel free to scream." He pushed the branding prod onto her right wrist.
Gabriel tried to scream, but could not. Jesse did scream. She couldn't stop. Her scream made Gabe's blood run cold. Irons was unmoving. In fact, he was laughing.
At that moment, Sara turned her head. The scream came from the other side. She rushed back down the hall, almost running into Ian as she did. They wasted no time in locating which cell it was as the door flew open.
Irons looked over at them. He took the hot iron off of Jesse's wrist. The smell of burning flesh was quickly filling the room. Jesse was sobbing horribly.
Sara made the witchblade come to life. She spotted Gabe against the wall and went to him. She broke the chain that held his wrists. He fell to the floor, weak and tired. Sara turned to glare at Irons.
"You sick, sadistic bastard!" She screamed at him. He smiled.
"There is no price too great to attain the blade." He said smoothly as he pulled out a dagger from under the metal table.
Sara glanced at Gabriel, who was picking himself off the floor. "You will not be taking Gabriel. Let Jesse go, she's done nothing to you." Sara tried to reason. Irons laughed.
"Gabriel? Who ever said I wanted Gabriel?" He said as put the dagger next to Jesse's throat.
"He....... Wants......... Jesse......... To........ Wield........." Gabe choked out to Sara. Ian moved closer to Irons. Irons pressed the dagger more firmly against her.
"Come closer and you will kill her." He warned. Ian stopped.
"She can not wield. Let her go." Ian said quietly, trying to forsake years of training by keeping his head up. He glared over at Irons.
"Have you forgotten who is master and who is servant, Ian?" He asked mockingly. "All for her? Has he told you, Sara? All the things that go through his mind about you? Or should I say the things he wants to do to you?"
Ian flinched physically.
"He doesn't think I know. But he is only human. Wet dreams, the pictures, masturbation. He believes he loves you Sara."
Ian lowered his head out of submission now. Any pride he had was now dead. He just wanted Irons to shut-up. He only wanted him to die.
He came closer to Irons. Irons pressed the dagger hard enough into Jesse's throat that she began to bleed.
"Come closer and she will die." He warned. Ian didn't listen.
"I do not care." Ian growled out at him.
"Nottingham, don't even think about that!" Sara screamed at him, but he had gone deaf to her.
One step closer and Irons was determined to slit her throat. And then he would shout out exactly who Jesse was. He smirked as Ian was about to take another step.
Gabriel, through the weariness and the pain, saw what was going to happen. He couldn't let it happen. It no longer matter how much he hated Ian. What did matter was how much he loved Jesse.
Just as Ian was about to take that step, he screamed out the truth, hoping it came though in time.
When Gabriel came to a second time, he knew right away something was wrong. The chamber was no longer dark, but was lighted with candles. He blinked his eyes a few times to get them used to the light. His mouth was dry, and his wrists were numb from pain. His neck was sore as hell. He slightly remembered being punched by Nottingham.
He looked over to where Jesse had been, but she was no longer there. He heard movement to the side of him. He turned his head to the left and saw that Jesse was lying on a table. Irons was looming over her.
Jesse was shivering from the metal against her back. She had finally awakened from her slumber, and was now hoping direly that she was still asleep. Her hands were bound, as were her feet. She had no clue what was going on.
Irons smiled as he saw her come to. She didn't need to be awake for this, but he wanted her to be. He reached over to the fire and pulled out a branding prod.
Jesse's eyes grew in horror as the man reached into the fire.
"Who the hell are you?! Why the fuck am I here?!" Irons laughed, but said nothing. "Answer me, you bastard!"
"Why Jessica, is that anyway to address you're Father?" He asked her mockingly.
"What the hell are you talking about? You're not my Father!" She yelled.
"So the whore never told you, did she? I didn't expect she would." He said as he examined the prod.
"Tell me what?" She demanded. She was growing more nervous by the second, but she wasn't going to let him see that.
"Where your bloodlines really lie. Now, this is really going to hurt, so feel free to scream." He pushed the branding prod onto her right wrist.
Gabriel tried to scream, but could not. Jesse did scream. She couldn't stop. Her scream made Gabe's blood run cold. Irons was unmoving. In fact, he was laughing.
At that moment, Sara turned her head. The scream came from the other side. She rushed back down the hall, almost running into Ian as she did. They wasted no time in locating which cell it was as the door flew open.
Irons looked over at them. He took the hot iron off of Jesse's wrist. The smell of burning flesh was quickly filling the room. Jesse was sobbing horribly.
Sara made the witchblade come to life. She spotted Gabe against the wall and went to him. She broke the chain that held his wrists. He fell to the floor, weak and tired. Sara turned to glare at Irons.
"You sick, sadistic bastard!" She screamed at him. He smiled.
"There is no price too great to attain the blade." He said smoothly as he pulled out a dagger from under the metal table.
Sara glanced at Gabriel, who was picking himself off the floor. "You will not be taking Gabriel. Let Jesse go, she's done nothing to you." Sara tried to reason. Irons laughed.
"Gabriel? Who ever said I wanted Gabriel?" He said as put the dagger next to Jesse's throat.
"He....... Wants......... Jesse......... To........ Wield........." Gabe choked out to Sara. Ian moved closer to Irons. Irons pressed the dagger more firmly against her.
"Come closer and you will kill her." He warned. Ian stopped.
"She can not wield. Let her go." Ian said quietly, trying to forsake years of training by keeping his head up. He glared over at Irons.
"Have you forgotten who is master and who is servant, Ian?" He asked mockingly. "All for her? Has he told you, Sara? All the things that go through his mind about you? Or should I say the things he wants to do to you?"
Ian flinched physically.
"He doesn't think I know. But he is only human. Wet dreams, the pictures, masturbation. He believes he loves you Sara."
Ian lowered his head out of submission now. Any pride he had was now dead. He just wanted Irons to shut-up. He only wanted him to die.
He came closer to Irons. Irons pressed the dagger hard enough into Jesse's throat that she began to bleed.
"Come closer and she will die." He warned. Ian didn't listen.
"I do not care." Ian growled out at him.
"Nottingham, don't even think about that!" Sara screamed at him, but he had gone deaf to her.
One step closer and Irons was determined to slit her throat. And then he would shout out exactly who Jesse was. He smirked as Ian was about to take another step.
Gabriel, through the weariness and the pain, saw what was going to happen. He couldn't let it happen. It no longer matter how much he hated Ian. What did matter was how much he loved Jesse.
Just as Ian was about to take that step, he screamed out the truth, hoping it came though in time.