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"She has come" Sara whispered under her breath.
"You okay Pez" Danny asked concern filling his voice and face, Sara shook her head to clear away the thought and nodded, her lips pursed tight shut. She felt the weight of the Witchblade on her wrist, in the past when she touch someone or thing she had been able to see images of the past, present and future as if she was seeing with a third eye. She was about to put her hand on the arm of the dead girl when Vicky pulled a sheet up covering the body, leaving only her neck and face on display.
"Now it gets weirder" Said Vicky
"By how much, because this is pretty much at the top of my weird-o-meter" Danny asked moving around the table, Sara following so they ended up standing opposite Vicky with the body of the dead girl between them.
"I didn't find any bruises, none on her hands or arms to suggest that she fought or struggled with her attacker. Or any bruises from being restraint so she couldn't fight back and no evidence that she was knocked unconscious. Which is strange as the cause of death was from lost of blood, some of the cuts used to form the words hit main arteries and resulted in her losing enough blood to die. Because she was alive as she was being killed I was surprised to see no signs of restraints, that's when I thought that if she had been knocked out then she wouldn't have needed to be but like I said apart from the cuts her body is clean. The only other solution that I can think of is that she was drugged; enough to keep her immobile but alive while she was killed. I've sent her blood and stomach contents to be checked, its marked argent so we should here back in a couple of hours"
"So some time between going in the club and ending up in the alley way she was drugged, enough to make her an easy victim. The perp could have slipped something in drink back at the club" Sara said thinking out loud.
"Maybe, I haven't seen any puncher wounds, although addicts are finding new places on themselves to shoot up all the time. But she could have been given something orally, trouble is if she was given it in the club then whoever gave it had to be precise"
"If it's not the right dose then the girl would have blacked out before they reached the alley, not enough and the killer would have had to keep her talking until the drug began to work" said Danny, every now and then glancing quickly at the body
"Right, so maybe were looking for a doctor or pharmacist, someone with know- how" said Sara
"They would have more advance knowledge, but that's your job to find out" Vicky smiled sweetly, pulling the cover up over the face of the dead girl. "I'll run her prints and dental records through the computer and let you know if I get a match"
"Thanks Vic" Danny and Sara called as they were leaving.
Back in their office Sara and Danny began displaying photos of the crime scene and names of places and times and anything else they felt was relevant about the case on a large notice board. Jake joined them and they began going through all they had.
It turned out that there was a camera opposite the club, Jake had gone through the entire tape for the time period the girl could have gone in the club. At 10.35pm the dead girl was seen entering the club and again walking out with someone else at 1.30am. The perp was on the other side of the girl so he/she couldn't be made out. A canvas of the area had revealed that there were no witnesses or none that wanted to come forward.
"So the girl leaves the club with our guy, perhaps she was leaving to have a sex with him. That would explain why she didn't struggle going into a dark alley way - they wanted privacy. Then the drug kicks in and the girl is out cold and the killer starts cutting away". Jake said swinging his feet up on to Sara's desk and leaning back in his chair putting his arms behind his head. Sara looked over at his feet and raised her eyebrows; Jake cleared his throat and swung his feet back on to the ground. Danny let out a little laugh and Sara smirk, Jake sat feeling as if he was back home being told off by his mother.
Sara glanced over the notice board from her seat fingering the Witchblade with her other hand, waiting for some new insight into the case. When it didn't come she leant back in her chair, tipping her head back and rolling her neck from side to side trying to relieve the tension that had built up there over the years. She was pressing the heels of her hands onto her closed eyelids trying to fight back the feeling of tiredness when all of a sudden the Witchblade glowed and she was having a vision.
It was different from any she had before, she was seeing through somebody else's eyes. There was a dead man who had been cut but no words where on his skin. It looked like the person was in a warehouse, empty maybe derelict. And then the vision ended she jumped up quickly in her seat and blinked her eyes a couple of times glad to being seeing out of them again.
Both Danny and Jake watched her, Danny had watched something strange happen to Sara over the past couple of months, one minute she seemed fine and the next she would act, well a little crazy. He wished she would let him in but no matter how many times he had asked she wouldn't tell him. It was his job to stand by her no matter what, he was her best friend and no matter what she was going through he would be there for her. "Hey Pez, you okay. If you want go get some sleep for a couple of hours me and Jake will be alright" Sara smiled warmly at her partner, if wasn't for Danny she would probably have lost it a long time ago.
"I'm okay" Before she could add any more the phone began ringing on Sara's desk. "Pezzini" She listened for while before putting the phone and taking a deep sigh.
"What's up?" Danny asked
"It was Vic, she got a match off the computer from our dead girl's prints and she got results from the blood and stomach contents. Danny poised at the notice board and taken down the name Jane Doe and was waiting to write the girl's real name.
"Her name was Laura Foster, she was 20. She had been arrested once for protesting when she was 18. That was the good news the bad news is that she wasn't drugged there was no foreign toxins in her blood stream or stomach"
"Which means what, she just laid there and let some one cut words into her skins" Jake asked feeling sick at the idea of it. Just then the phone rang, this time Danny picked up listened intently and then grabbed for his jacket. "Another murder"
The crime scene was in a warehouse that was in the process of being renovated into an apartment complex. The body was naked and there was several stab wounds, a new item was that the man's hands had been placed over his eyes. "See no evil" Danny said looking at the peaceful expression on the dead mans face. A sergeant who had been in charge of the scene up to then came over to brief them.
"The man was found twenty minutes ago by the security guard who watches this building and two others. He found the man and then called us, a patrol car was sent. The main door was busted open without the alarm going off, the man's clothes were found in a pile with his wallet and watch a few yards away from his body. His name was Lyle Conner, 35 lives his New Jersey. The reason why we thought it was linked to your case was because of this"
He led them past the body to the east wall of the warehouse, a few lights where being set up to illuminate the wall. They stood side by side looking at the wall which had been graffiti on with blood from the dead man. The sentence 'She has come for you' was repeated over and over.
Sara went back to the Station alone, Danny and Jake where off talking to the dead victims families and seeing what if any links they had. Vicky had returned with the body and was at the start of examining the body of Lyle Conner. Sara had meant to come back to the office to try and piece together an idea of what had happen to these people, who had done this and why? The trouble was she kept thinking about her vision and that these people died because some woman wanted the Witchblade, those people died because of her. She had to stop this woman and Nottingham was the one person who knew who she was and how she could be stopped.
Speeding over to Irons office on her motorbike memories came flooding through her head. Was she ready to see Nottingham again, speaking to him was bad enough. When she got to Nottingham's house the main doors were open, she knew my now where is study was. Nottingham was sat beside the fire in the chair that was once his fathers, looking into the flames.
"Sara what a pleasant surprise"
"Look Nottingham I can't stand to be in the same room as you so I'm just going to ask you a few questions and leave"
"As you wish Sara, you know your welcome here anytime" She knew all she needed to do was outstretch her arm and the Witchblade would turn into a gauntlet and a sword would extend, in reaching distance of Nottingham's neck, she fought the impulse and focused on what she had come there to learn.
"I believe the woman you told me about has kill two people, as warnings for me. I want you to tell me all you know about her, no riddles or half answers I want to know everything.
"Everything is a lot to know" She frowned at him and he bowed his head slightly, looking like a dog that had been reprimanded "as you wish Sara".
"Her name is Clarissa Reed; she was my father's lover decades ago. She wore the Witchblade for a short time before he took it away from her. Now she wants it back"
"I know that's not all, what aren't you telling me?"
"You should trust me Sara" Nottingham said raising from the chair and walking towards her.
"Trust you; you killed Daniel so I would find out who he really was just so I would kill him. Maybe you did it for me in some twisted way but you know you did it for yourself, so I would be alone" She yelled, her whole being filled with anger and raged, "Ian you need to get it through your thick skull that I will never love you". For a moment he seemed devastated but the expression passed over his face and he moved closer towards her, his voice soft and calm.
"More then once Sara we have been lovers, you would have done anything for me and I for you. In this life time nothing is different except you refuse to let yourself love me, somewhere inside of you are the feelings and memories of the past, if only you would opened yourself up to them"
For every step forward Nottingham had taken Sarah had taken one back until her back was pressed against a wall. She knew that she had the power to stop him; she could use the Witchblade or simply walk away but his words seemed to recall something from inside her: the image of him in amour and the two of them making love. It was all in the past and no matter what she had once done it didn't mean it would happen again. He was stood a few inches away looking intently at her face and her lips. With a sudden quickness and force she grabbed Nottingham spun around and slammed him against the wall.
"You're beautiful when you're angry" He whispered.
They were now inches apart and a battle was raging inside her, feelings of love from a forgotten lifetime had resurfaced but in her mind she knew that to be attracted to Nottingham in anyway was wasn't in her best interest. They were staring at each others faces Nottingham taking in every line and detail of her face breathing in her scent, for him this was the most he could have ever hoped for, just to be breathing the same air as Sara Pezzini was heaven. For Sara whilst her insides were filled with turmoil, she let her eyes take in this mans face, as if seeing him for the first time. As she looked over his dark brown eyes and his innocent expression, his thick eye browns.
Suddenly everything became clear. She eased her grip on him and moved forward so now their bodies were press together, Sara could feel the muscles of his body tighten and his heartbeat become faster. Nottingham could not believe that this was happening, he had dreamed of this moment for so long, was he dreaming now? No in his dreams the feel of Sara's lips on his skin was never so near ecstasy as the kiss she had just placed on his cheek. He was afraid to move, to break the spell that was working its magic over the two of them.
Sara leaned back her head after kissing his cheek, she felt the animalist hunger inside of her and it was if she had never been kissed or been with a man in her entire life just being pressed up against his body was enough to make her aroused. Slowly she moved her lips to his and kissed him softly, he stayed still at first but then he began to join in. They explore each others mouth's with their tongues, becoming faster and more furious with each pasting second. Nottingham grabbed Sara by the waist and turned placing her against the wall, without thinking she wrapped her legs around him. She arched her back and tilted back her neck; he left a trail of wet kisses down her chin to the bottom her neck, his beard tickling her as he went. His hands lowered and met the curved of her rear, holding it firmly and squeezing, they kissed hardly parting for breath. She wanted him and he wanted her and that's when her brain finally caught up to the situation.
Sara saw in her mind all the things Ian had done, the good and the bad. The sight of her killing Irons and then of Nottingham killing Daniel. She realized that although this felt good.how his touch felt good, it didn't feel right. Maybe she had loved him once but right now the Sara she was now, the woman she was didn't love him. Perhaps one day she would but today she hardly liked Ian Nottingham, whatever connection they had it was through the Witchblade and what it carried with it from her past lives. Not only that but Nottingham was not only Irons son but he was he servant, henchman whatever you what to call, could she really trust Nottingham? Or was this some part of a warp plan by Irons who was dead but very much not forgotten. The only thing she knew was having sex with Ian would probably be fantastic but it would be wrong and she didn't want to go down that path.
She pulled away and was still; Ian dropped his head on to her shoulder and breathing hard. At that moment the passion and urgency had left, Sara's legs had un-wrapped themselves from around Ian and now her feet like her mind where planted firmly on the ground. They pulled apart from their embrace, Ian once more hanging his head.
"I can't do this" she whispered.
With out uttering a word Ian moved aside so Sara could pass, before she reached the door she turned back and said "I'm sorry Ian, I didn't.I hope" her throat was suddenly dry and she cough to clear it, she didn't know how to end this but in the end Ian did it for her.
"You should go and hunt your killer Sara before she finds you"
"Yeah.thanks" She smiled awkwardly and turned her back to him, as she went through the door Ian called after her,
"Take care Sara"
In her head she kept hearing Nottingham saying 'Take care Sara' over and over again as she sped through the city towards Gabriel's Apartment.
"She has come" Sara whispered under her breath.
"You okay Pez" Danny asked concern filling his voice and face, Sara shook her head to clear away the thought and nodded, her lips pursed tight shut. She felt the weight of the Witchblade on her wrist, in the past when she touch someone or thing she had been able to see images of the past, present and future as if she was seeing with a third eye. She was about to put her hand on the arm of the dead girl when Vicky pulled a sheet up covering the body, leaving only her neck and face on display.
"Now it gets weirder" Said Vicky
"By how much, because this is pretty much at the top of my weird-o-meter" Danny asked moving around the table, Sara following so they ended up standing opposite Vicky with the body of the dead girl between them.
"I didn't find any bruises, none on her hands or arms to suggest that she fought or struggled with her attacker. Or any bruises from being restraint so she couldn't fight back and no evidence that she was knocked unconscious. Which is strange as the cause of death was from lost of blood, some of the cuts used to form the words hit main arteries and resulted in her losing enough blood to die. Because she was alive as she was being killed I was surprised to see no signs of restraints, that's when I thought that if she had been knocked out then she wouldn't have needed to be but like I said apart from the cuts her body is clean. The only other solution that I can think of is that she was drugged; enough to keep her immobile but alive while she was killed. I've sent her blood and stomach contents to be checked, its marked argent so we should here back in a couple of hours"
"So some time between going in the club and ending up in the alley way she was drugged, enough to make her an easy victim. The perp could have slipped something in drink back at the club" Sara said thinking out loud.
"Maybe, I haven't seen any puncher wounds, although addicts are finding new places on themselves to shoot up all the time. But she could have been given something orally, trouble is if she was given it in the club then whoever gave it had to be precise"
"If it's not the right dose then the girl would have blacked out before they reached the alley, not enough and the killer would have had to keep her talking until the drug began to work" said Danny, every now and then glancing quickly at the body
"Right, so maybe were looking for a doctor or pharmacist, someone with know- how" said Sara
"They would have more advance knowledge, but that's your job to find out" Vicky smiled sweetly, pulling the cover up over the face of the dead girl. "I'll run her prints and dental records through the computer and let you know if I get a match"
"Thanks Vic" Danny and Sara called as they were leaving.
Back in their office Sara and Danny began displaying photos of the crime scene and names of places and times and anything else they felt was relevant about the case on a large notice board. Jake joined them and they began going through all they had.
It turned out that there was a camera opposite the club, Jake had gone through the entire tape for the time period the girl could have gone in the club. At 10.35pm the dead girl was seen entering the club and again walking out with someone else at 1.30am. The perp was on the other side of the girl so he/she couldn't be made out. A canvas of the area had revealed that there were no witnesses or none that wanted to come forward.
"So the girl leaves the club with our guy, perhaps she was leaving to have a sex with him. That would explain why she didn't struggle going into a dark alley way - they wanted privacy. Then the drug kicks in and the girl is out cold and the killer starts cutting away". Jake said swinging his feet up on to Sara's desk and leaning back in his chair putting his arms behind his head. Sara looked over at his feet and raised her eyebrows; Jake cleared his throat and swung his feet back on to the ground. Danny let out a little laugh and Sara smirk, Jake sat feeling as if he was back home being told off by his mother.
Sara glanced over the notice board from her seat fingering the Witchblade with her other hand, waiting for some new insight into the case. When it didn't come she leant back in her chair, tipping her head back and rolling her neck from side to side trying to relieve the tension that had built up there over the years. She was pressing the heels of her hands onto her closed eyelids trying to fight back the feeling of tiredness when all of a sudden the Witchblade glowed and she was having a vision.
It was different from any she had before, she was seeing through somebody else's eyes. There was a dead man who had been cut but no words where on his skin. It looked like the person was in a warehouse, empty maybe derelict. And then the vision ended she jumped up quickly in her seat and blinked her eyes a couple of times glad to being seeing out of them again.
Both Danny and Jake watched her, Danny had watched something strange happen to Sara over the past couple of months, one minute she seemed fine and the next she would act, well a little crazy. He wished she would let him in but no matter how many times he had asked she wouldn't tell him. It was his job to stand by her no matter what, he was her best friend and no matter what she was going through he would be there for her. "Hey Pez, you okay. If you want go get some sleep for a couple of hours me and Jake will be alright" Sara smiled warmly at her partner, if wasn't for Danny she would probably have lost it a long time ago.
"I'm okay" Before she could add any more the phone began ringing on Sara's desk. "Pezzini" She listened for while before putting the phone and taking a deep sigh.
"What's up?" Danny asked
"It was Vic, she got a match off the computer from our dead girl's prints and she got results from the blood and stomach contents. Danny poised at the notice board and taken down the name Jane Doe and was waiting to write the girl's real name.
"Her name was Laura Foster, she was 20. She had been arrested once for protesting when she was 18. That was the good news the bad news is that she wasn't drugged there was no foreign toxins in her blood stream or stomach"
"Which means what, she just laid there and let some one cut words into her skins" Jake asked feeling sick at the idea of it. Just then the phone rang, this time Danny picked up listened intently and then grabbed for his jacket. "Another murder"
The crime scene was in a warehouse that was in the process of being renovated into an apartment complex. The body was naked and there was several stab wounds, a new item was that the man's hands had been placed over his eyes. "See no evil" Danny said looking at the peaceful expression on the dead mans face. A sergeant who had been in charge of the scene up to then came over to brief them.
"The man was found twenty minutes ago by the security guard who watches this building and two others. He found the man and then called us, a patrol car was sent. The main door was busted open without the alarm going off, the man's clothes were found in a pile with his wallet and watch a few yards away from his body. His name was Lyle Conner, 35 lives his New Jersey. The reason why we thought it was linked to your case was because of this"
He led them past the body to the east wall of the warehouse, a few lights where being set up to illuminate the wall. They stood side by side looking at the wall which had been graffiti on with blood from the dead man. The sentence 'She has come for you' was repeated over and over.
Sara went back to the Station alone, Danny and Jake where off talking to the dead victims families and seeing what if any links they had. Vicky had returned with the body and was at the start of examining the body of Lyle Conner. Sara had meant to come back to the office to try and piece together an idea of what had happen to these people, who had done this and why? The trouble was she kept thinking about her vision and that these people died because some woman wanted the Witchblade, those people died because of her. She had to stop this woman and Nottingham was the one person who knew who she was and how she could be stopped.
Speeding over to Irons office on her motorbike memories came flooding through her head. Was she ready to see Nottingham again, speaking to him was bad enough. When she got to Nottingham's house the main doors were open, she knew my now where is study was. Nottingham was sat beside the fire in the chair that was once his fathers, looking into the flames.
"Sara what a pleasant surprise"
"Look Nottingham I can't stand to be in the same room as you so I'm just going to ask you a few questions and leave"
"As you wish Sara, you know your welcome here anytime" She knew all she needed to do was outstretch her arm and the Witchblade would turn into a gauntlet and a sword would extend, in reaching distance of Nottingham's neck, she fought the impulse and focused on what she had come there to learn.
"I believe the woman you told me about has kill two people, as warnings for me. I want you to tell me all you know about her, no riddles or half answers I want to know everything.
"Everything is a lot to know" She frowned at him and he bowed his head slightly, looking like a dog that had been reprimanded "as you wish Sara".
"Her name is Clarissa Reed; she was my father's lover decades ago. She wore the Witchblade for a short time before he took it away from her. Now she wants it back"
"I know that's not all, what aren't you telling me?"
"You should trust me Sara" Nottingham said raising from the chair and walking towards her.
"Trust you; you killed Daniel so I would find out who he really was just so I would kill him. Maybe you did it for me in some twisted way but you know you did it for yourself, so I would be alone" She yelled, her whole being filled with anger and raged, "Ian you need to get it through your thick skull that I will never love you". For a moment he seemed devastated but the expression passed over his face and he moved closer towards her, his voice soft and calm.
"More then once Sara we have been lovers, you would have done anything for me and I for you. In this life time nothing is different except you refuse to let yourself love me, somewhere inside of you are the feelings and memories of the past, if only you would opened yourself up to them"
For every step forward Nottingham had taken Sarah had taken one back until her back was pressed against a wall. She knew that she had the power to stop him; she could use the Witchblade or simply walk away but his words seemed to recall something from inside her: the image of him in amour and the two of them making love. It was all in the past and no matter what she had once done it didn't mean it would happen again. He was stood a few inches away looking intently at her face and her lips. With a sudden quickness and force she grabbed Nottingham spun around and slammed him against the wall.
"You're beautiful when you're angry" He whispered.
They were now inches apart and a battle was raging inside her, feelings of love from a forgotten lifetime had resurfaced but in her mind she knew that to be attracted to Nottingham in anyway was wasn't in her best interest. They were staring at each others faces Nottingham taking in every line and detail of her face breathing in her scent, for him this was the most he could have ever hoped for, just to be breathing the same air as Sara Pezzini was heaven. For Sara whilst her insides were filled with turmoil, she let her eyes take in this mans face, as if seeing him for the first time. As she looked over his dark brown eyes and his innocent expression, his thick eye browns.
Suddenly everything became clear. She eased her grip on him and moved forward so now their bodies were press together, Sara could feel the muscles of his body tighten and his heartbeat become faster. Nottingham could not believe that this was happening, he had dreamed of this moment for so long, was he dreaming now? No in his dreams the feel of Sara's lips on his skin was never so near ecstasy as the kiss she had just placed on his cheek. He was afraid to move, to break the spell that was working its magic over the two of them.
Sara leaned back her head after kissing his cheek, she felt the animalist hunger inside of her and it was if she had never been kissed or been with a man in her entire life just being pressed up against his body was enough to make her aroused. Slowly she moved her lips to his and kissed him softly, he stayed still at first but then he began to join in. They explore each others mouth's with their tongues, becoming faster and more furious with each pasting second. Nottingham grabbed Sara by the waist and turned placing her against the wall, without thinking she wrapped her legs around him. She arched her back and tilted back her neck; he left a trail of wet kisses down her chin to the bottom her neck, his beard tickling her as he went. His hands lowered and met the curved of her rear, holding it firmly and squeezing, they kissed hardly parting for breath. She wanted him and he wanted her and that's when her brain finally caught up to the situation.
Sara saw in her mind all the things Ian had done, the good and the bad. The sight of her killing Irons and then of Nottingham killing Daniel. She realized that although this felt good.how his touch felt good, it didn't feel right. Maybe she had loved him once but right now the Sara she was now, the woman she was didn't love him. Perhaps one day she would but today she hardly liked Ian Nottingham, whatever connection they had it was through the Witchblade and what it carried with it from her past lives. Not only that but Nottingham was not only Irons son but he was he servant, henchman whatever you what to call, could she really trust Nottingham? Or was this some part of a warp plan by Irons who was dead but very much not forgotten. The only thing she knew was having sex with Ian would probably be fantastic but it would be wrong and she didn't want to go down that path.
She pulled away and was still; Ian dropped his head on to her shoulder and breathing hard. At that moment the passion and urgency had left, Sara's legs had un-wrapped themselves from around Ian and now her feet like her mind where planted firmly on the ground. They pulled apart from their embrace, Ian once more hanging his head.
"I can't do this" she whispered.
With out uttering a word Ian moved aside so Sara could pass, before she reached the door she turned back and said "I'm sorry Ian, I didn't.I hope" her throat was suddenly dry and she cough to clear it, she didn't know how to end this but in the end Ian did it for her.
"You should go and hunt your killer Sara before she finds you"
"Yeah.thanks" She smiled awkwardly and turned her back to him, as she went through the door Ian called after her,
"Take care Sara"
In her head she kept hearing Nottingham saying 'Take care Sara' over and over again as she sped through the city towards Gabriel's Apartment.
