The Dreaming - Part 2

By Fire

Sara tossed and turned, her bedclothes lying in a tangled heap at her feet. Sweat glistened on her brow. The bracelet around her wrist glowed brightly, distorted images swirling in the eerie red stone.

Moaning slightly, she flopped onto her stomach as the images in her troubled mind continued to torment her. The beads of sweat that had covered her brow, now soaked the balled up pillow under her head. Images plowed through her sleeping mind, some passing so quickly that all they were, were blurs of color. Others were sharp and in focus.

One image was a mere smear of color, then took shape. She saw a pair of bright blue eyes piercing into her very soul. Slowly the image became clearer and revealed a man in a shinning suit of armor, the slit in the visor allowing her to see those haunting blue eyes. Looking down at herself she noticed that she to was also wearing armor, the witchblade still adorning her wrist but in gauntlet form.

Suddenly the surrounding area came into focus. She was sitting atop a huge white stallion, a small group of soldiers fighting nearby. A glance to her left revealed the blue-eyed man fighting next to her. As the battle raged on, Sara found herself fighting for her life: men came at her from all directions, but with the aid of the Witchblade she fought them off without any real effort.

Just as she dispatched the last of her attackers, she saw the man at her side fall from his mount, bleeding from a wound at his side. Screaming in rage, she charged the man that had attacked him and rammed the gleaming gauntlet into his heart. Jumping from the saddle, she knelt at the bleeding man�s side, carefully she placed his head in her lap, mentally ordering the Witchblade to go back into its bracelet form.

Slowly and gently she lifted the helmet off of the man�s head.

"Jake...," she gasped, the full realization of who he was pierced her heart like the sword that had pierced his. She pressed a hand to the wound in his side. Blue eyes met green and Jake smiled slightly.

"This has never happened before," he gasped, his face contorting in pain. Tears formed in Sara's eyes as she looked down at Jake�s slowly weakening form.

"Jake...," she said, shaking him lightly, but he didn't move. He just blinked his eyes slowly. "Jake!!! Don't you dare leave me!" she screamed, shaking him harder.

"Please...I love you," she cried, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. At her words he smiled, his eyes drifting shut and then his body went limp.

Sara sat holding her love�s head in her lap. It wasn�t supposed to be this way! She should die first not him! That was the way it had always been!

Screaming in anguish Sara sat up in bed gasping for air. Her heart was thumping in her chest, sweat soaking her face, hair and clothes. Burying her head in her hands she sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed.

This wasn't the first time she had dreamed of a blue-eyed man, but she had never seen his face and she had never seen him harmed. In every dream he had always been there. Right by her side or watching from somewhere close by. But he was always there, and the connection she felt with him was stronger than anything she had ever felt before.

Tonight she has seen his face. The face of her partner. Reaching for the phone on her nightstand she hit number one on her speed dial.

"Hello." Jake�s voice came over the lines sleepy and thick.

"Jake, it�s me."

"Pez, what�s wrong?" Gone was the thickness of sleep that had clouded his voice a few moments before.

"I need to talk to you, Jake. Can I come over?" She held her breath praying that he said yes.

"Sure, come on over."

"I'll be there in twenty," she stated and hung up the phone. She rushed through getting dressed and in five minutes she was out the door, grabbing her leather jacket and helmet on the way out.

Destiny and fate had called her tonight and she was not going to let it pass. As soon as the engine roared to life she sped into the night. Destiny riding on her shoulder and fate following her like the wind.

The story �copyright Fire, September 1, 2001