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receive no profit for this piece of work, though I would like to.
Authors Note: Ok this is my first fanfic, I have been dying to write one for ages so I though I would give it a shot. Feed back would be really appreciated so that I know whether or not to continue. If I do it will be G/S. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- Life Blood
Sara Sidle was not one to go down without a fight. She could hold her own against any man. Could serve and protect as she had sworn to do. She was trained in weapon less defence and could easily unarm a suspect twice her size. She could fire a weapon with a nine out of ten chance of hitting her target. Though her culinary arts left something to be desired, should the need arise she could defend herself with a knife or any other sharp implant lying around. In high school she played on the schools baseball team and she still had the bat locked away in a her closet just waiting for an unsuspecting intruder.
Sara Sidle knew the dangers which existed in Las Vegas if you were young, female and attractive. She knew the crimes which were committed and had seen more than most people see in a lifetime. She had dealt with suffering and had suffered herself. She knew what a woman looked like after lying dead for 2 weeks with only the maggots to keep her company. Sara sidle was aware of these factors and well prepared for them. She felt safe. She felt secure in the knowledge that should she become one of the statistics she wouldn't go down without dragging the culprit with her.
Perhaps it was due to this that the look of quiet surprise passed across her face as the small pellet of lead entered her chest tearing through her muscle and flesh. As she fell, first to her knees with a dull thud, looking to the growing blossom of blood that appeared on her blouse her eyes blurred and the single whispered sound of "oh" passed though her lips before her lids drooped and her body wilted tumbling to the ground.
Sara sidle was not one to go down without a fight. She could hold her own against any man. Could serve and protect as she had sworn to do. It was not the result of incompetence which saw her bleed out onto the concrete, or fear which saw her turn ghostly pale. It was the one factor that she had not prepared for, had never considered a danger to her life, a threat to her health.
Love.
Authors Note: Ok this is my first fanfic, I have been dying to write one for ages so I though I would give it a shot. Feed back would be really appreciated so that I know whether or not to continue. If I do it will be G/S. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- Life Blood
Sara Sidle was not one to go down without a fight. She could hold her own against any man. Could serve and protect as she had sworn to do. She was trained in weapon less defence and could easily unarm a suspect twice her size. She could fire a weapon with a nine out of ten chance of hitting her target. Though her culinary arts left something to be desired, should the need arise she could defend herself with a knife or any other sharp implant lying around. In high school she played on the schools baseball team and she still had the bat locked away in a her closet just waiting for an unsuspecting intruder.
Sara Sidle knew the dangers which existed in Las Vegas if you were young, female and attractive. She knew the crimes which were committed and had seen more than most people see in a lifetime. She had dealt with suffering and had suffered herself. She knew what a woman looked like after lying dead for 2 weeks with only the maggots to keep her company. Sara sidle was aware of these factors and well prepared for them. She felt safe. She felt secure in the knowledge that should she become one of the statistics she wouldn't go down without dragging the culprit with her.
Perhaps it was due to this that the look of quiet surprise passed across her face as the small pellet of lead entered her chest tearing through her muscle and flesh. As she fell, first to her knees with a dull thud, looking to the growing blossom of blood that appeared on her blouse her eyes blurred and the single whispered sound of "oh" passed though her lips before her lids drooped and her body wilted tumbling to the ground.
Sara sidle was not one to go down without a fight. She could hold her own against any man. Could serve and protect as she had sworn to do. It was not the result of incompetence which saw her bleed out onto the concrete, or fear which saw her turn ghostly pale. It was the one factor that she had not prepared for, had never considered a danger to her life, a threat to her health.
Love.