Emotions 2/2

By Divia

Rating: R, some lusty writing but not a whole lot

Part 2

Something had gone horribly wrong.

The course of events transpired so quickly that Sara was unable to collect her thoughts. She had shot Nottingham like a common animal and left him in a pool of his own blood at her apartment. She ignored his cries for help as she fled. Jake was with her as they made their escape through the winding staircase and it was there they encountered four large men dressed in black suits. Sara didn�t have time to react, but she saw the events unfold before her eyes. She witnessed Jake being struck down and writhing in pain and had seen the witchblade remain in its bracelet form.

It was at that moment Sara realized the witchblade had abandoned Jake and their mind link had been severed. She was unable to pick up on his thoughts as she used to and she no longer shared his pain. These new revelations worried her.

Now he lay beside her in an abandoned house and was rambling on about some such no sense about surfing, waves, California and other various topics. She had no idea what he was referring to, and despite her efforts to try and silence him he continued to talk. The bullet had gone through his wrist but had not been a fatal wound; however the pain caused Jake to drift in and out of consciousness.

Sara was worried. Jake�s healing powers previously obtained by the witchblade were not taking effect. He should have begun to recover and as she thought about this she mindlessly stroked his blonde hair. Her green eyes occasionally scanned the decrepit building and the two large men who were watching them through black sunglasses.

"Am I boring you?"

"No."

There was a pause. "Hey Pez I think the witchblade abandoned me." Sara didn�t know how to respond. He was right, of course, but she was unsure if she wanted to acknowledge him because of his condition. So instead of answering she remained silent and that gave him the answer he searched for. "That�s what I thought."

"Huh?"

"Every time you don�t like what I am talking about you stop talking."

"I don�t know if the witchblade has abandoned you. I remember sometimes it wouldn�t work for me at times, but that just usually meant the damn thing was being difficult. It�s got a mind of its own."

"No, I feel something is different." Jake had always known the risks when he decided to don the bracelet but they were only vague possibilities. He had never envisioned the witchblade turning on him as Sara and Irons continually stated. Jake foolishly thought he could master the bracelet something that Sara had failed to do. But now he knew better. The witchblade couldn�t be mastered and now it would destroy him.

"How do you think it will kill me?"

"The witchblade won�t kill you, Jake." Sara snapped, a little more harshly then she intended. "I won�t let it."

"I don�t think you have much of a say in it."

"If the witchblade wanted you dead it would have killed you long ago." She was trying to convince both of them. "It healed you and it allowed you to wear it longer then Irons ever did. The witchblade choose you just like it choose me."

"The witchblade chooses women. If you haven�t noticed Pez I�m a guy."

"I�ve noticed." Despite the pain he chuckled and Sara added quickly. "It�s not what you think."

"Damn. There goes my hopes and dreams." He paused and strained his neck to look up at her. "Pez, I have to tell ya something. " Sara immediately became uncomfortable. Normally, when anyone spoke those words to her it normally dealt with feelings of love.

"Jake, I.." Sara fumbled for the appropriate words. She was never good in these awkward situations, which might explain why she was single. "Please don�t say it."

"I guess I don�t have to." Sara was taken aback by his comment. She wasn�t expecting him to give up so easily. It was then that Sara wondered if she had misread Jake�s intentions. Perhaps she was wrong in assuming that he had feelings for her. Jake kissed her in the hospital but it was only a kiss.

A kiss that caused her heart to race.

Sara was being foolish and self absorbed. First she believed the witchblade belonged to her alone, and in reality the witchblade belonged to no one; and now she was having fanciful idea about her ex partner.

"Because you already know." The statement was vague and while Sara thought she understood its meaning she was not positive. Was he referring to his love for her? Did he have love for her? She was about to ask what he meant when the faint echoing of footsteps filled the room. As they became louder Sara turned her eyes to the doorway and watched as a man in a fine tailored suit with brown hair walked in. She watched as he moved across the dusty floor with an unnatural ease and grace. He was the handsomest man she had ever seen and yet there was something strange about his appearance.

The man stood before her his hands clasped together. "Hello, Sara." She could not take her eyes off of his and yet she felt dirty and ashamed. The lifeless pools looked back at her and a smile crossed his gorgeous face. The stranger motioned the other men to leave and they exited the room.

Suddenly light surrounded her causing the young woman to shield her eyes and in the background she heard the ringing of a church bell. When the intensity of the light had faded Sara quickly looked around and saw she was standing in a garden. Confused she stood up and wondered what had taken place. Normally the witchblade would give her visions but she had not possessed the bracelet for nearly two months.

"Daughter of God." A voice muttered, as the light re-emerged. Sara could hear the voice in her head, penetrating her ears and within her body. It was an unworldly sound that consumed her entire being. The light began to move transforming into a man.

"Michael." Her heart told her who it was and Sara instantly fell to her knees with such force it should have broken them. She smiled and reached out for the figure before her.

"Michael." She repeated, finding herself once again in the abandoned house. He did not respond to her as he bent down to take the witchblade off of Jake�s wrist. It easily slid from its former owner and Michael saw Sara look at Jake, wondering if he was able to witness her vision.

"The witchblade has much power. You have been chosen to wield it; however, you have begun to fail."

Her voice was slow as she spoke. "I became possessive."

"You know."

"Yes."

"It is important to know yourself. Your path will never be easy Sara Pezzini, it never has been. But I am here to assist you now, as I have attempted to do previously." There were a thousand questions running through her mind but she could not muster up the courage to ask. Michael tossed the bracelet to her and with great hesitation she held it for a moment, wondering if she should once again wear the witchblade. Attempting to push the numerous doubts from her mind, Sara placed the witchblade on her wrist genuinely believing she would be able to help more people now.

"I will show you the mysterious of the witchblade." Sara�s heart leaped with great anticipation. Her longing to find out how the witchblade operated had taken her down many reckless avenues, which included Kenneth Irons; however now she would learn the truth.

Beside her Jake began to make strange noises causing Sara to turn her attention to her partner. He had grown very pale and cold. "I need to get Jake to a hospital."

"Have faith."

"But he�s going into shock." Sara lifted his head from the floor and again began to stroke his hair. "I have to get him out of here."

"Sara," Michael�s voice remained calm. "You must have trust in God."

"I�m sorry." Sara muttered fumbling with Jake�s body. "I have to take care of him. Jake needs me."

"If you leave now I can not help you with the witchblade." He looked into her eyes and stressed again. "Have faith." But Sara looked down at Jake and shook her head. She needed to help her partner even if it cost her the opportunity to fully understand the powers of the witchblade. "Good bye, Sara." Light filled the room and Michael�s body began to dissolve.

A month later�

Jake rested his arms on the iron barrier of the balcony, his blue eyes gazed downward as he watched the people below him. There was a crisp chill in the air, but the unseasonable weather did not send Jake inside in search of warmth. His eyes roamed from the street to his wrist where the witchblade once lay. He felt an overwhelming emptiness for the loss of the mystical bracelet. Jake had always hated the witchblade�s strange and unpredictable actions but now he longed to have it again. But he knew that would never come to pass because Sara now owned the bracelet.

"Hey." Sara muttered, walking out onto the balcony. There had been uneasiness between the two of them since Jake lost the witchblade. But that was not the only transformation. Jake was given the opportunity to prove himself as a detective and to work with Sara again. However, that did not ease Jake�s sadness or Sara�s introverted attitude. A lot had changed between the both of them and for the first time in her life Sara was going to initiate one of those long "heart to heart" conversations she always hated.

"It�s a pretty night." Jake looked up to see a full moon illuminating the night sky. He hadn�t noticed it before because he was too preoccupied in his own thoughts. "Are you OK?"

"Yes." He lied.

Sara stood beside him and looked over the railing. "Don�t jump." He cracked a smile, which pleased her. "You can�t lie to me Jake."

"I know."

"How are you?" He shrugged and allowed the silence fall between them once again. Then after what seemed like an eternity, Jake tugged at his right sleeve, exposing his wrist. Sara saw the intertwining circles, the same mark she and Irons bore.

"It�s weird, ya know? I mean I hated the thing when I was wearing it, but now that I don�t have it I feel very vulnerable." Jake attempted to avoid her gaze. "But I guess I should be grateful that it didn�t blow of my hand or something, right? And now I have a little souvenir."

"You�re a good cop, Jake and I wouldn�t call you "vulnerable". Besides, the witchblade has given you some powers." Sara�s finger gently traced the new scar. A change had occurred in Jake�s body as it had done with Irons and Sara. They were drastically different now, but no one knew to the extent Jake had been altered.

She looked up into his blue eyes and noticed that he was watching her. His gaze caused her to glance away like she was a school girl. Sara withdrew her hand and stepped away from him. "Well, I just wanted to stop by and say hi." It was a lie and she knew it. Her resolve to have a good discussion with him however had waned. "It�s late, I should go." Sara turned to walk away but she felt Jake�s hand quickly close around her arm. "Jake I.." She continued to avoid his gaze knowing she couldn�t allow herself to look into his handsome blue eyes.

"You�re right, its late." He agreed, but Jake did not release her arm. "Sara I have to say something."

"Jake, don�t. Please don�t say anything."

He smiled. "Who�s gonna say anything?" Jake pulled her against his chest and before she had a moment to react his mouth came over hers in a long passionate kiss. Instantly her heart rose in her chest and despite her better judgement she eagerly kissed him back with great intensity. Her arms wrapped around his neck pulling his well-defined body closer to hers. She knew exactly the direction her actions were going to lead but Sara didn�t care. Her mind had entertained lusty thoughts of Jake from the first day she saw him with his cute smile and handsome blue eyes. She longed to feel what it would be like to have his well-defined body above hers, pressing into her body and today would be the day.