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It hadn't taken Sara long to fall back asleep after her abrupt wake up a call earlier that evening. After cursing at the blade, wondering what its motives were, Sara moved about her empty apartment. Stopping to stand in front of her fire escape window. She narrowed her eyes at the dark smudge on the windowpane. She shook her head and waved it aside as dirt. She stood there for more then a half an hour pondering over the already fading dream. Sara shut her eyes, trying in vain to hold on to that last image of her dream but it slipped back into the dark recesses of her mind. The dream may be gone but those intimate feelings that were produced from it still wracked her body. With a heavy sigh she opened her eyes and headed back to bed. She glanced at her clock, 3:30 A.M., a groan escaping her lips. She only had two hours of sleep before she really had to be up and get ready for work.
Sara lifted up the blanket and slipped underneath. She was rather hopeful that the blade wasn't going to give her another dream. She closed her eyes and the moment her head hit the pillow the blade glowed brightly on her wrist, quickly pulling her back into the dream. Back into the darkened void of forgotten memories. Everything around was shrouded in black with her stuck in the middle. No other light was evident besides the scarlet radiance of the blade. "Hello?" Sara called out testing out her voice. Again she called out, "Any one here?"
"Hello Sara" a voiced called out to her. Sara turned to face the source and watched as the figure walked from the shadow, it grew as it moved closer to her. Sara's eyes widen as she stared back into familiar emerald eyes. The woman had her face. Sara's eyes began to roam over the woman. She was covered in a long dark green velvet robe. Auburn locks freely extend down her back.
"Who are you?"
The woman smiled and clasped her hands in front. The sleeve of the robe shifted and it barely covered the familiar filigree that adorned her right wrist. Sara inadvertently touched her own wrist making sure the blade was still there and it was. "We are the same, Sara." The woman said. Sara blinked back at the vague and rather cryptic answer. She shook her head and began to rub her temples.
"Please can we skip the riddles and have a normal, straight conversation?" she pleaded.
"Nothing is every clear and 'straight' when it comes to the Llan An Cailleach."
"The what?" Sara's brain was so fried she couldn't remember where she had heard that familiar name.
The woman smirked, "the Witch's glove." Sara looked down at the bracelet. "Its been called many different things through many different times. You call it the Witchblade." Sara raised her eyes to stare at the woman. Her eyes narrowed and it finally hit her. "You're Cathain aren't you?" The woman acknowledged Sara's answer by nodding her head.
"Where are we? What am I doing her? Why am I here, Cathain?" Sara empathized by spreading out her arms.
"You are locked in memories"
"Whose memories?"
"Ours. Wielders of the past. You were brought here, Sara, to seek answers to your questions, to learn and better understand a relationship you have yet to discover but so unwillingly and readily deny. You are here to witness and understand the choices we make aren't always based on what is best. Open your heart and listen. Take in what you'll learn."
"What are you talking about? What relationship?" Sara was becoming annoyed.
Cathain evaded Sara's questions. She slowly walked up to Sara, her Witchblade clad arm extended out in front of her. "Take my hand, Sara." Cathain calmly spoke. 'Where have I heard that before?' Sara thought sarcastically. "Soon all will be revealed. But you must first take my hand." Reluctantly Sara raised her own arm but didn't place her hand into Cathain's outstretched one. Cathain's arm lurched forward, her hand grasping the blade on Sara's wrist. Sara had done the same in return. The two blades began to glow brightly. Making the once dark room grow an eerie red. Sara could feel herself being pulled into something. She stared into Cathain's eyes. "You will simply relive the past through our eyes. You will see, hear, and feel all that goes around you. But your actions, your words are not your own. Remember Sara these are memories of the past. You can not change what's already been done." Within a blink of any eye Sara was once again transported into another room.
She lifted her head scanning the area around her. Driving away the bitter chill of night Sara could see a roaring fire blazing in a large stone hearth. A tall throne like wooden chair was placed in front. Sara narrowed her eyes to see what was lying on the seat it was a helmet. A rather unique looking one at that. The front of the helmet was designed into a face. It was Cathain's. She continued to let her eyes travel along the chair. A large broadsword was leaning against the armrest of the chair. At the foot of the chair were pieces of armor. Sara lifted her head higher noticing clothes and more armor were scattered everywhere covering a large gray pelted rug.
She was suddenly interrupted when something shifted beneath her. To Sara's surprise she found herself half sprawled on top of a body. But not just any body a very well built naked man. Her eyes began to roam over the hulk of masculine form. She caught site of the familiar faint line of hair disappearing underneath the blanket. The rest of his lower body was regrettably covered. She let her eyes travel back up over the well-formed abs and flat stomach. As she continued she realized that her right arm was slung over his lightly furred chest. She felt the soft sparse of hair under her hand where it rested. The strong, steady beating of his heart could be felt beneath her palm.
Sara's slow ascended assessment was abruptly interrupted by the sound of a sleepy voice. She looked up surprised to see the familiar face. 'Ian?' Sara thought. She looked closer. No it wasn't the Ian she knew. His black beard was shaggy and not as well kempt as Ian's. His dark curly locks were longer and there were no hints of those wisps of blonde steaks. His nose was slightly crooked no doubt broken from a fight or two. The weary lines around his face made him appear older. 'Perhaps from surviving countless of battles,' she thought remembering the large broadsword near the chair.
But the one thing that remained constant between this man and the Ian she knew were those same russet eyes. Those chocolate orbs reflected such deep admiration, unbridled passion, and most importantly love. Sara couldn't tear away from his gaze even if she had wanted to. Would this happen to her if the man was her Ian? Would she be as enthralled and captivated like she is at this moment? Even now as she looked into the man's eyes she had to wonder.
Were such feeling ever reflected in Ian's eyes as well? Then again how could she know? Ian had rarely, even on occasion, held much eye contact with her. His head bowed down and eyes always averted. But could it be possible the reasons behind his actions were to simply hide how he felt? Ian was a mystery but at the same time an open book. She just needed to really look. But she couldn't recall the last time he held his gaze for more then thirty seconds. 'No wait,' Sara thought remembering her last encounter with Ian. His eyes weren't filled with love but instead with complete anguish. It was there after she had unleashed her fury out on him.
Sara's thoughts were soon pushed aside when a hand that was lazily resting on her hip lowered to massage her bottom. She closed her eyes relishing in the caress. The feel of his rough callous hand sent shivers down her spine. It was then she realized that she too was naked.
"Are you cold, Cathain?" He shifted to his side to face her, pulling her closer, flushed against his firm body. He pulled the blanket higher on their naked form. Underneath the covers her right leg was securely held between his two strong ones. His left arm curled around her waist. Locking her into his protective embrace. She closed her eyes, relishing in the feel of just snuggling into the arms of this man. She moaned her contentment and without thinking she kissed his chest. 'What the hell am I doing?!' Sara thought then she remembered what Cathain had said.
'.You will see, hear, and feel all that goes around you. But your actions, your words are not your own.'
It was like some twisted journey that Sara had no choice but to sit shotgun while Cathain sat in the driver's seat and steered. Taking away the one thing Sara always had: control. She was only able to look out the window and take in the scenery. Though given the particular 'scenery' she wasn't complaining at all. But what was the use of this ride she was still unsure. Sara felt helpless and it scared her that she had no control.
It hadn't taken Sara long to fall back asleep after her abrupt wake up a call earlier that evening. After cursing at the blade, wondering what its motives were, Sara moved about her empty apartment. Stopping to stand in front of her fire escape window. She narrowed her eyes at the dark smudge on the windowpane. She shook her head and waved it aside as dirt. She stood there for more then a half an hour pondering over the already fading dream. Sara shut her eyes, trying in vain to hold on to that last image of her dream but it slipped back into the dark recesses of her mind. The dream may be gone but those intimate feelings that were produced from it still wracked her body. With a heavy sigh she opened her eyes and headed back to bed. She glanced at her clock, 3:30 A.M., a groan escaping her lips. She only had two hours of sleep before she really had to be up and get ready for work.
Sara lifted up the blanket and slipped underneath. She was rather hopeful that the blade wasn't going to give her another dream. She closed her eyes and the moment her head hit the pillow the blade glowed brightly on her wrist, quickly pulling her back into the dream. Back into the darkened void of forgotten memories. Everything around was shrouded in black with her stuck in the middle. No other light was evident besides the scarlet radiance of the blade. "Hello?" Sara called out testing out her voice. Again she called out, "Any one here?"
"Hello Sara" a voiced called out to her. Sara turned to face the source and watched as the figure walked from the shadow, it grew as it moved closer to her. Sara's eyes widen as she stared back into familiar emerald eyes. The woman had her face. Sara's eyes began to roam over the woman. She was covered in a long dark green velvet robe. Auburn locks freely extend down her back.
"Who are you?"
The woman smiled and clasped her hands in front. The sleeve of the robe shifted and it barely covered the familiar filigree that adorned her right wrist. Sara inadvertently touched her own wrist making sure the blade was still there and it was. "We are the same, Sara." The woman said. Sara blinked back at the vague and rather cryptic answer. She shook her head and began to rub her temples.
"Please can we skip the riddles and have a normal, straight conversation?" she pleaded.
"Nothing is every clear and 'straight' when it comes to the Llan An Cailleach."
"The what?" Sara's brain was so fried she couldn't remember where she had heard that familiar name.
The woman smirked, "the Witch's glove." Sara looked down at the bracelet. "Its been called many different things through many different times. You call it the Witchblade." Sara raised her eyes to stare at the woman. Her eyes narrowed and it finally hit her. "You're Cathain aren't you?" The woman acknowledged Sara's answer by nodding her head.
"Where are we? What am I doing her? Why am I here, Cathain?" Sara empathized by spreading out her arms.
"You are locked in memories"
"Whose memories?"
"Ours. Wielders of the past. You were brought here, Sara, to seek answers to your questions, to learn and better understand a relationship you have yet to discover but so unwillingly and readily deny. You are here to witness and understand the choices we make aren't always based on what is best. Open your heart and listen. Take in what you'll learn."
"What are you talking about? What relationship?" Sara was becoming annoyed.
Cathain evaded Sara's questions. She slowly walked up to Sara, her Witchblade clad arm extended out in front of her. "Take my hand, Sara." Cathain calmly spoke. 'Where have I heard that before?' Sara thought sarcastically. "Soon all will be revealed. But you must first take my hand." Reluctantly Sara raised her own arm but didn't place her hand into Cathain's outstretched one. Cathain's arm lurched forward, her hand grasping the blade on Sara's wrist. Sara had done the same in return. The two blades began to glow brightly. Making the once dark room grow an eerie red. Sara could feel herself being pulled into something. She stared into Cathain's eyes. "You will simply relive the past through our eyes. You will see, hear, and feel all that goes around you. But your actions, your words are not your own. Remember Sara these are memories of the past. You can not change what's already been done." Within a blink of any eye Sara was once again transported into another room.
She lifted her head scanning the area around her. Driving away the bitter chill of night Sara could see a roaring fire blazing in a large stone hearth. A tall throne like wooden chair was placed in front. Sara narrowed her eyes to see what was lying on the seat it was a helmet. A rather unique looking one at that. The front of the helmet was designed into a face. It was Cathain's. She continued to let her eyes travel along the chair. A large broadsword was leaning against the armrest of the chair. At the foot of the chair were pieces of armor. Sara lifted her head higher noticing clothes and more armor were scattered everywhere covering a large gray pelted rug.
She was suddenly interrupted when something shifted beneath her. To Sara's surprise she found herself half sprawled on top of a body. But not just any body a very well built naked man. Her eyes began to roam over the hulk of masculine form. She caught site of the familiar faint line of hair disappearing underneath the blanket. The rest of his lower body was regrettably covered. She let her eyes travel back up over the well-formed abs and flat stomach. As she continued she realized that her right arm was slung over his lightly furred chest. She felt the soft sparse of hair under her hand where it rested. The strong, steady beating of his heart could be felt beneath her palm.
Sara's slow ascended assessment was abruptly interrupted by the sound of a sleepy voice. She looked up surprised to see the familiar face. 'Ian?' Sara thought. She looked closer. No it wasn't the Ian she knew. His black beard was shaggy and not as well kempt as Ian's. His dark curly locks were longer and there were no hints of those wisps of blonde steaks. His nose was slightly crooked no doubt broken from a fight or two. The weary lines around his face made him appear older. 'Perhaps from surviving countless of battles,' she thought remembering the large broadsword near the chair.
But the one thing that remained constant between this man and the Ian she knew were those same russet eyes. Those chocolate orbs reflected such deep admiration, unbridled passion, and most importantly love. Sara couldn't tear away from his gaze even if she had wanted to. Would this happen to her if the man was her Ian? Would she be as enthralled and captivated like she is at this moment? Even now as she looked into the man's eyes she had to wonder.
Were such feeling ever reflected in Ian's eyes as well? Then again how could she know? Ian had rarely, even on occasion, held much eye contact with her. His head bowed down and eyes always averted. But could it be possible the reasons behind his actions were to simply hide how he felt? Ian was a mystery but at the same time an open book. She just needed to really look. But she couldn't recall the last time he held his gaze for more then thirty seconds. 'No wait,' Sara thought remembering her last encounter with Ian. His eyes weren't filled with love but instead with complete anguish. It was there after she had unleashed her fury out on him.
Sara's thoughts were soon pushed aside when a hand that was lazily resting on her hip lowered to massage her bottom. She closed her eyes relishing in the caress. The feel of his rough callous hand sent shivers down her spine. It was then she realized that she too was naked.
"Are you cold, Cathain?" He shifted to his side to face her, pulling her closer, flushed against his firm body. He pulled the blanket higher on their naked form. Underneath the covers her right leg was securely held between his two strong ones. His left arm curled around her waist. Locking her into his protective embrace. She closed her eyes, relishing in the feel of just snuggling into the arms of this man. She moaned her contentment and without thinking she kissed his chest. 'What the hell am I doing?!' Sara thought then she remembered what Cathain had said.
'.You will see, hear, and feel all that goes around you. But your actions, your words are not your own.'
It was like some twisted journey that Sara had no choice but to sit shotgun while Cathain sat in the driver's seat and steered. Taking away the one thing Sara always had: control. She was only able to look out the window and take in the scenery. Though given the particular 'scenery' she wasn't complaining at all. But what was the use of this ride she was still unsure. Sara felt helpless and it scared her that she had no control.