Eli: Okay, first things first. Chaosti, I beg your prodon. It was a slip of
the fingers spell check didn't catch. It will never happen again. Hey
Beloved, you got mail. Dm, has Duplicity died? Be honest, it's okay. I know
you go to school too, and that your older so you have more work to do. No
new developments on the Oxygen thing :( Anyways, here's a new chapter. And
as always, Enjoy!
-Three days later-
Sara was very quiet on the ride home. Due to the difficulties of the birth, she had to stay a couple extra nights. She was glad Gabe was good enough to take over the apartment for a few days. She smirked at thought of Bethany, Jamie, and Teresa walking all over him.
She turned around to check on Andrew. He was asleep. Andrew was such a tiny thing. Sara could not imagine why she had had such a hard time bringing him into this world. She didn't remember Bethany or Jamie births being that hard or painful. She had been worried for a while that something was wrong, God forbid something like what happened to Angelique repeat itself. She was just really relieved to go home.
Angelique. She hadn't thought of that name in a while. Probably because it felt wrong to mention it. It felt like a long, sad lifetime ago. That was so hard to take. Everyone loved her, including Gabe.
Especially Gabe.
She remembered the day Gabriel had brought Angelique to meet her. She was unsure of the gothic/skater looking new age young woman standing in front of her. She was surprised to find that she really liked her. That she was smart and mature for her age.(At least compared to Gabe.) And Angelique was the one that forced Ian and Gabe to get along, eventually becoming friends. The two had been tolerant toward each other, but Angelique was the one that scolded them and encouraged them and left them alone together as she and Sara went out.
She was closer to her than Vicky, Lee, or even Maria was. Angelique truly understood the witchblade and was able to just except everything that went with it. She knew all there was about the witchblade, and it didn't faze her a bit. Angelique treated her like a normal person.
The days that followed Angelique's death were miserable. Teresa was barely a week old, and Gabriel just couldn't take of himself, much less a baby. Gabriel had lived with them the first six months of Teresa's life. Thankfully, she had had Bethany three months before and as Bethany finished a stage, Teresa started one.
It was hectic as hell, but they managed to survive. She remembered how proud she was of him when Gabriel was finally able to move on. She smirked when she recalled some of Gabriel's phone calls at three A.M.
~"Hello?"
"Sara."
"Gabriel, this better be good."
"She's crying and she won't stop....."
"Did you give her a bottle?"
"Yeah, she didn't want it."
"Did you check her diaper?"
"Yeah, I did that too. She's not wet or anything."
"Gabe, you have to just rock her to sleep."
"Chief, I've tried everything! I've been rocking her and trying to lull her to sleep for an hour."
That's when Sara realized there was loud music in the back round. "What are you lulling her with? Hell, is that Metallica?"
"Uh, yeah. It gets me to sleep all the..." She couldn't tell what his words were over the sudden fit of screaming.
"Gabriel, turn that off and put on some sleeping music!"
"This is sleeping music... Teresa, stop crying."
"Turn it off!" The music was shut off. "Now put in some NORMAL sleeping music."
"Normal?"
"New age, classical. You should have something like that around the house."
"Um, well theres this CD here with Bach on it....."
"Play it. She should go to sleep."
"And if she doesn't?"
"Call Danny. Good night Gabe."
"Night Sara. Thank you, I love you forever."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah.~
"What's so funny?" Ian asked her when she was openly giggling.
"Nothing....... Finally, home!" She said happily. As soon as he had parked the car, she had unbuckled her seat belt and got out. She gently grabbed Andrew out of his seat. He didn't stir as she carried him up the stairs into the apartment building. Ian had his arm around her, half looking where he was going, half looking down on his new son. Sara smiled at the sight they must have made: Happy and normal.
But then the witchblade heated up violently up on her wrist. She moaned softly in pain and fell against the wall. She held Andrew to her so that she would not drop him.
"Sara?" She opened her eyes in fear.
"Something is wrong." With that they rushed up to their apartment.
The door was unlocked. That was the first hint something was not right. Sara bit her lip as Ian opened the door.
Everything was a mess. There were papers everywhere, chairs had been over turned, and glass from the windows was everywhere. Bastet was meowing loudly from the corner. And Gabriel was lying against the wall. Ian checked his pulse and was relieved when he was fine. He looked around some more and noticed something terrible.
The kids were no where in sight.
"Bethany! Jamie!" They started searching the rooms frantically calling their names. Andrew started crying. Sara rocked him and tried not to cry herself.
Finally Ian found Jamie hiding in the corner in his closet. He was bloody, soiled, and trembling, but he was alive.
"Daddy." Jamie clung to him as he carried him into the bathroom. He washed him up as best he could.
"Jamie, what happened?"
"This morning...... We were going to go to school...... The bad men came...... I was scared, Daddy...... They said they already got you and Mommy and Andrew......."
"They came and attacked you this morning?" Jamie nodded. "Jamie, I need you to think very hard. Where is your sister?"
Jamie started crying harder. "Jamie, where is your sister?" Jamie looked up crying harder than he ever had.
"They took her..... The bad men took Bethany."
Coming Attraction:
Over the River and Through the Woods
-Three days later-
Sara was very quiet on the ride home. Due to the difficulties of the birth, she had to stay a couple extra nights. She was glad Gabe was good enough to take over the apartment for a few days. She smirked at thought of Bethany, Jamie, and Teresa walking all over him.
She turned around to check on Andrew. He was asleep. Andrew was such a tiny thing. Sara could not imagine why she had had such a hard time bringing him into this world. She didn't remember Bethany or Jamie births being that hard or painful. She had been worried for a while that something was wrong, God forbid something like what happened to Angelique repeat itself. She was just really relieved to go home.
Angelique. She hadn't thought of that name in a while. Probably because it felt wrong to mention it. It felt like a long, sad lifetime ago. That was so hard to take. Everyone loved her, including Gabe.
Especially Gabe.
She remembered the day Gabriel had brought Angelique to meet her. She was unsure of the gothic/skater looking new age young woman standing in front of her. She was surprised to find that she really liked her. That she was smart and mature for her age.(At least compared to Gabe.) And Angelique was the one that forced Ian and Gabe to get along, eventually becoming friends. The two had been tolerant toward each other, but Angelique was the one that scolded them and encouraged them and left them alone together as she and Sara went out.
She was closer to her than Vicky, Lee, or even Maria was. Angelique truly understood the witchblade and was able to just except everything that went with it. She knew all there was about the witchblade, and it didn't faze her a bit. Angelique treated her like a normal person.
The days that followed Angelique's death were miserable. Teresa was barely a week old, and Gabriel just couldn't take of himself, much less a baby. Gabriel had lived with them the first six months of Teresa's life. Thankfully, she had had Bethany three months before and as Bethany finished a stage, Teresa started one.
It was hectic as hell, but they managed to survive. She remembered how proud she was of him when Gabriel was finally able to move on. She smirked when she recalled some of Gabriel's phone calls at three A.M.
~"Hello?"
"Sara."
"Gabriel, this better be good."
"She's crying and she won't stop....."
"Did you give her a bottle?"
"Yeah, she didn't want it."
"Did you check her diaper?"
"Yeah, I did that too. She's not wet or anything."
"Gabe, you have to just rock her to sleep."
"Chief, I've tried everything! I've been rocking her and trying to lull her to sleep for an hour."
That's when Sara realized there was loud music in the back round. "What are you lulling her with? Hell, is that Metallica?"
"Uh, yeah. It gets me to sleep all the..." She couldn't tell what his words were over the sudden fit of screaming.
"Gabriel, turn that off and put on some sleeping music!"
"This is sleeping music... Teresa, stop crying."
"Turn it off!" The music was shut off. "Now put in some NORMAL sleeping music."
"Normal?"
"New age, classical. You should have something like that around the house."
"Um, well theres this CD here with Bach on it....."
"Play it. She should go to sleep."
"And if she doesn't?"
"Call Danny. Good night Gabe."
"Night Sara. Thank you, I love you forever."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah.~
"What's so funny?" Ian asked her when she was openly giggling.
"Nothing....... Finally, home!" She said happily. As soon as he had parked the car, she had unbuckled her seat belt and got out. She gently grabbed Andrew out of his seat. He didn't stir as she carried him up the stairs into the apartment building. Ian had his arm around her, half looking where he was going, half looking down on his new son. Sara smiled at the sight they must have made: Happy and normal.
But then the witchblade heated up violently up on her wrist. She moaned softly in pain and fell against the wall. She held Andrew to her so that she would not drop him.
"Sara?" She opened her eyes in fear.
"Something is wrong." With that they rushed up to their apartment.
The door was unlocked. That was the first hint something was not right. Sara bit her lip as Ian opened the door.
Everything was a mess. There were papers everywhere, chairs had been over turned, and glass from the windows was everywhere. Bastet was meowing loudly from the corner. And Gabriel was lying against the wall. Ian checked his pulse and was relieved when he was fine. He looked around some more and noticed something terrible.
The kids were no where in sight.
"Bethany! Jamie!" They started searching the rooms frantically calling their names. Andrew started crying. Sara rocked him and tried not to cry herself.
Finally Ian found Jamie hiding in the corner in his closet. He was bloody, soiled, and trembling, but he was alive.
"Daddy." Jamie clung to him as he carried him into the bathroom. He washed him up as best he could.
"Jamie, what happened?"
"This morning...... We were going to go to school...... The bad men came...... I was scared, Daddy...... They said they already got you and Mommy and Andrew......."
"They came and attacked you this morning?" Jamie nodded. "Jamie, I need you to think very hard. Where is your sister?"
Jamie started crying harder. "Jamie, where is your sister?" Jamie looked up crying harder than he ever had.
"They took her..... The bad men took Bethany."
Coming Attraction:
Over the River and Through the Woods