Every breath makes me a little more paranoid. I keep looking over my shoulder, expecting to find the man who isn't there. The cold shivers, the eerie quiet of the room makes my rapidly beating heart sound even louder than humanly possible. Without the music to calm me down, there is ever- present fear around me. The room reeks of fear, my fear. My hands shake as I sit here and type. I don't hear him come in, but I feel his hands on me, holding me in my seat. I can't move. His hands keep pushing down on my shoulders, keeping me in my place. I can't even shift in my seat, he's too powerful. His hands grip into my shoulders like I am the only thing keeping him on Earth. I make the mistake of reaching back and touching his hand, trying to calm him and maybe loosen his grip. The Witchblade sends me spiraling into a vision of us. Together. I don't know if he can share this vision, but I have my suspicions as he has loosened his grip on my shoulders. The vision shows me as Elizabeth Bronte, with my lover. Why does the Witchblade torment us with visions of our past when we know it can't go any further in the present? In the vision I moan his name, and, thanks to the Witchblade, who's letting me feel everything in this vision, I'm pretty sure I moan his name in the present too. Roughly, he grabs my arms and pulls me out of my chair, spinning me around, he kisses me, hard. My arms snake around his neck and pull him closer to me. Without breaking our kiss, he picks me up and carries me into my bedroom. He lays me down on the bed and finally breaks our passionate kiss. Not wanting to let anything end there, I start to unbutton his shirt. But god do I hate all the button so I just rip his shirt off, sending buttons flying in every direction. 'He didn't wear his gloves tonight, one less thing for me to pull off him,' I think. I pull him to me for another passionate kiss. I moan into his mouth as he pulls my shirt and bra off of my body. Suddenly, he stills and pulls away. There are a million questions in his eyes. I smile gently and I nod, telling him I want to keep going. The passion returns to his eyes and he leans down to kiss me. I tug at his pants, and he releases me to take them off. We remove the rest of our clothes, and once again I pull him towards me and kiss him passionately. He does things to me that no man has ever done, he makes me feel like no one ever could. I think now I understand what the past Wielders went through with their men. After hours of teasing, tantalizing and torturing, he pushes himself into me and together we reach the edge of sanity. I scream his name, and he, in turn, screams mine. We fall, exhausted by our nocturnal activities. I don't feel him get up, but I know that he's going to leave. Before I hear the window open, signaling his exit, I whisper a few short sentences into the darkness.

"Stay Ian. I can't live without you anymore. I love you."

END