Eli: Okay, I will wait a minute for all the about times...... Sorry it took
so long. RL got in the way. I'm so sorry. I will try not to take such a
long time again. For those reading Three Children, you will not be seeing
any of that till I finish School Daze and this story. Sorry and plaese
forgive me. Here's the next chapter. Enjoy!
She's his daughter!" Gabriel screamed out, fast and loud. Ian stopped dead in his tracks. He turned to look at Gabe.
"What did you just say?" He asked quietly, trying to keep his temper in check.
"Jesse is Irons' daughter." He answered. "And if Elaine is right, that makes her your....." He let Ian finish it.
"My sister." Ian finished, almost in a whisper. He glared at Irons. "My blood. And you would have her death on my conscience?"
Irons shrugged. "I did not know you possessed one, Ian. Now, move away or your sister will die."
Ian did not take it as an idle threat and backed down. His anger was now filled with worry for his newfound sister. He would not jeopardize her life so soon. "She can not wield."
"Oh, but she can. Sara, be so good as too place your hand on her forehead. But no attacking or she will suffer the consequences." Sara cautiously came closer till she was next to the table. She carefully placed a hand on Jesse's head.
The witchblade sprung to life, identifying her as a part of the bloodline. Sara saw how the bloodline had sprouted out before her eyes. Jesse was indeed a possible wielder. Irons smiled.
"A wielder she can be, and one worthy of the title." He said smugly. The witchblade heated up on her wrist and turned into the gauntlet without her guiding it. Sara tried to make it go back into bracelet form, but it would not. "Temper, temper, Sara. You would not want something to happen to your young friend, now would you?" He asked.
Sara commanded it to back down, and it finally transformed back into a bracelet.
"Good, now place it on her wrist." He commanded. Sara hesitated. A cut appeared on Jesse's throat. "Place it on her wrist!"
Ian watched as a small trail of blood made its way down her neck. He could not help but finger the dagger he had under his sleeve. He did not want the life of a wielder pushed onto his sister. He had a choice, both unforgivable. He could commit parricide, or he could let Jesse die.
He looked at Irons. Cold, ancient, cruel. The man who raised him, the man who disowned him. Mentor and abuser. Father and enemy. Was he strong enough to go through with it? He wasn't sure.
Then he looked at Jesse. Young, innocent. His exact opposite. They had some physical similarities, but nothing to really connect them. But she was of his blood. His glimpses of her proved she was good and kind and smart. He could get along with her well. That was enough to make the decision. He just needed to wait for the right moment.
"Sara, I will only say it once more, place the blade on her wrist!" He hissed. Sara looked down at Jesse. Silently, she took the blade off and shaking placed it on Jesse's wrist. The witchblade began to come to life and wrap around her wrist.
Sara backed away a little. Irons smiled and moved the knife back. That was all it took. Ian threw the dagger at his chest. Before Irons realized what was going on, the force of the dagger made him crash into the wall behind him.
Jesse finally awakened. She opened her eyes, very aware of the heated metal burning her skin. "What the fuck is going on?! Get this bloody thing off me!" Sara placed her hand on the eye of the blade.
"Come." She willed it. It crawled off Jesse's wrist and returned to her. Ian forced himself to check on Irons. He knelt down by the body. He had hit his heart, or at least where a heart should have been. He moved his hand down and checked his pulse. There was none. He felt a huge dart in his heart. He turned to the others.
"He is dead." He remarked quietly.
She's his daughter!" Gabriel screamed out, fast and loud. Ian stopped dead in his tracks. He turned to look at Gabe.
"What did you just say?" He asked quietly, trying to keep his temper in check.
"Jesse is Irons' daughter." He answered. "And if Elaine is right, that makes her your....." He let Ian finish it.
"My sister." Ian finished, almost in a whisper. He glared at Irons. "My blood. And you would have her death on my conscience?"
Irons shrugged. "I did not know you possessed one, Ian. Now, move away or your sister will die."
Ian did not take it as an idle threat and backed down. His anger was now filled with worry for his newfound sister. He would not jeopardize her life so soon. "She can not wield."
"Oh, but she can. Sara, be so good as too place your hand on her forehead. But no attacking or she will suffer the consequences." Sara cautiously came closer till she was next to the table. She carefully placed a hand on Jesse's head.
The witchblade sprung to life, identifying her as a part of the bloodline. Sara saw how the bloodline had sprouted out before her eyes. Jesse was indeed a possible wielder. Irons smiled.
"A wielder she can be, and one worthy of the title." He said smugly. The witchblade heated up on her wrist and turned into the gauntlet without her guiding it. Sara tried to make it go back into bracelet form, but it would not. "Temper, temper, Sara. You would not want something to happen to your young friend, now would you?" He asked.
Sara commanded it to back down, and it finally transformed back into a bracelet.
"Good, now place it on her wrist." He commanded. Sara hesitated. A cut appeared on Jesse's throat. "Place it on her wrist!"
Ian watched as a small trail of blood made its way down her neck. He could not help but finger the dagger he had under his sleeve. He did not want the life of a wielder pushed onto his sister. He had a choice, both unforgivable. He could commit parricide, or he could let Jesse die.
He looked at Irons. Cold, ancient, cruel. The man who raised him, the man who disowned him. Mentor and abuser. Father and enemy. Was he strong enough to go through with it? He wasn't sure.
Then he looked at Jesse. Young, innocent. His exact opposite. They had some physical similarities, but nothing to really connect them. But she was of his blood. His glimpses of her proved she was good and kind and smart. He could get along with her well. That was enough to make the decision. He just needed to wait for the right moment.
"Sara, I will only say it once more, place the blade on her wrist!" He hissed. Sara looked down at Jesse. Silently, she took the blade off and shaking placed it on Jesse's wrist. The witchblade began to come to life and wrap around her wrist.
Sara backed away a little. Irons smiled and moved the knife back. That was all it took. Ian threw the dagger at his chest. Before Irons realized what was going on, the force of the dagger made him crash into the wall behind him.
Jesse finally awakened. She opened her eyes, very aware of the heated metal burning her skin. "What the fuck is going on?! Get this bloody thing off me!" Sara placed her hand on the eye of the blade.
"Come." She willed it. It crawled off Jesse's wrist and returned to her. Ian forced himself to check on Irons. He knelt down by the body. He had hit his heart, or at least where a heart should have been. He moved his hand down and checked his pulse. There was none. He felt a huge dart in his heart. He turned to the others.
"He is dead." He remarked quietly.