| Into the Fire by Witchy Dance into the fire a fatal kiss is all we need If some one would have told Sara she would be here in the arms of this man she would have told them they were insane.Yet here she was, the warmth of his body next to hers, the quiet way he comforted her,not at all the way he had tried to kill her before. As though senseing her restlessness and disturbing thoughts he quietly whispered to her in that beautiful sophisticated English accent. "If we dwell on the past we miss our future Sara." He gave her one of those brief smiles she rarely saw. "If anyone would have asked me I would never have thought to tell them I would see myself being here with you," she laughed. Ian raised an eyebrow. "Oh Miss.Pezzini are you happy to be here now ?" he asked his arm around her shoulders,his gray eyes bearing into her. "Yes,I am " she answered no trace of hesitance in her voice. Wordlessly he nodded and rested his head back against the couch. They were setting in Sara's living room in her new apartment and watching an old movie.It was obviously a British flick she didn't understand it. The knock at her door caused her to jump, She hadn't been expecting anyone and not many people knew where she was living."Wha..?" she asked Ian's gray eyes narrowed and he stood up. "Don't worry yourself Sara. I will get that," he said. "Just enjoy the movie. Sara started to protest but he had already disappeared into the hall that led to the door. Ian approached the door quietly. That instinct that had sustained him while he was an assassin kicked in now.There was trouble behind the front door and he knew it.His hand went to the concealed blade in his vest pocket.He did not want to risk damaging Sara's apartment with his Katana but if the nessessity arose he would use his faithful blade. Slowly opening the door Ian regaurded the skinny punk at the door."May I help you?" he asked Intimidated by the tall man standing in the doorway the kid started firing the pistol he was packing. Ian let out a growl and leaped through the doorway taking the offending shooter down with him.The bullets landing on the kids chest. "I should kill you," he said in a dark voice, "but I want to know why?" "The boss man said he wanted the blade what ever that means and he sent me here to kill the chick who had it," the kid whinned near tears. "He said he would kill my momma if I didn't do it.". "If I ever catch you here again I will kill you slowly," Ian growled letting the kid up. "And tell your boss to fear the Shadows." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- At the sound of gunplay Sara dropped the remote and jumped over the back of the couch."Ian?" she cried. Her eyes wide as she dashed down the hall and directly into him. He reach out steadying hands and kept her from falling.The dark look on his face said it all. She need not ask if he was alright for she had seen this very look befor in Irons penthouse. He was angry the glow of his gray eyes said more than he did. "Ian..? " Sara asked hesitantly "I will back shortly. Sara stay in the house. Keep your gun near you and if someone breaks in for gods sakes shoot them and ask questions later," he said . Sara watched as he went to the closet and retrived his trench coat and the blades she knew that were hidden in them somehow. He was going to kill someone. That person at the door hadn't been for him it had been for her. "Ian..." she murmured as he walked to her "Please..." she whispered feeling a bit worried and a tad frightened. Ian gentle touched her cheek much like he had in there dream "Do not worry for me Sara. I will be home in time for dinner, my dear." He winked at her and quickly brushed his lips across hers. "For luck," he added with a half smile than disappeared out the front door. Sara watched him go and hoped he would be alright. She had seen him thrown from the top of Irons's tower and survive, than show up to save her butt when she had been in trouble. For a brief moment she felt bad for the person who Ian was stalking but than the feeling went away. "I just wish he would let me work within the law..." she said to her empty apartment. Ian walked quietly in the shadows. the boss man wanted the blade .*How ironic* Ian thought to himself *He's going to get the blade. Yet not the one he desires...*He stopped outside the Rialto where his prey had gone. "This place again," he hissed to himself. "No matter. I have the advantage. I know it well". Inside the Rialto the fat man sat upon the great chair. "Well did yeah get it Robbie?" "Ummm, no sir. There was a man, a man who caught my bullets and had a really huge sword," stammered Robbie the guy that had shot him. He watched on amused. "Yeah and I guess da girl was a Bopnd girl too One dem femme fatales?" the Boss said, his huge face growing red."I don't like to be crossed Robbie," he yelled. "I ain't cross ya Boss Man," Robbie pleaded as two goons to the side approached him. "Send his widow his pieces" The Boss said with a disdainful wave of one chubby hand. Robbie screamed in terror as they grabbed him and started to drag him off "Please the wife, the twins, my little girls" Robbie pleaded. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The two goons laughed cruelly as they dragged Robbie out the room.None saw the shadow of the man until it was too late. On the floor lay half of the goon that held Robbie's right arm and the head of the other fell at the sobbing mans feet. Ian rembered Robbie now. Robbie had been a friend during the long years with Irons and had only gotten involved because some one threatend to kill his wife. Yet what he was doing with this scum ball Ian didn't know... Yet! "What the frack is dis," the Boss yelled as he saw the blood stain the floor."Where's my other men?" he growled yelling he stood up ."Robbie you puck i'm gonna kill you myself," he swore. "Sit down" the words came not as a request but as a command and at the point of a very sharp katana. "Who are you blade boy?" the Boss asked glairing at him. "Oh that is not important Boss," the English accent cutting and cold, "I want to know why you wanted the blade ? My blade!" he added with a glare. "You ain't no beautiful chick, and you sure ain't a cop," The Boss pointed out. Ian let the point of his blade pierce the flesh of the Boss's throat very carefully not to kill him."That is no longer your concern I am now... and I believe you should tell me what I wish to know!" The Boss felt the sting of the tip and began babbleing uncontrolablely, "I ain't the one who wants it Mister it my boss, Slade... Slade the one who wants the bade, not me. He just payed me to do it." "I see," Ian said with a nod. "You should feel lucky you spoke otherwise I may have had to kill you. Now where is this Slade person?" Ian asked "Slade lives in Queen," The Boss said. "You take it up wid him," he added getting some semblance of control back . "I will" Ian answered turning to walk away. He didn't flinch as the bullet cut past his ear and made a loud sound as it made contact with The Boss. He merely glanced up into the dirty tear streaked face of Robbie. "That bastard had it coming" Robbie said with a shrug "I am sorry I didn't recognize you Mr. Nottingham and if you want to save that prety little woman of yours you should know a few things about Slade." Sara locked up. "I can't imagine why he was so worried. True I have never had anyone attempt to do a hit on me when I was in my own house but I can deal with it," Sara added with a shrug. She cut of the movie and watched thy news. "Ohhh... Better go fix dinner. Not sure when Ian will be back... Maybe it will surprise him that I made dinner, that I can do more things than shot people and arrest them." She did not hear the sound of wolves howling in the distance. Nor did she hear the bat squeking at the window. She was too busy preparing things for dinner. Had she glanced up at that momment she would have seen the glowing red eyes peering at her through her closed kitchen window. In the distance thunder boomed and it brought Ian's attention to it as well as Sara who paused knife in hand to look at her now open kitchen window. "What the hell--" she asked but had no chance to finish her comment for a strong hand grabbed her. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- TBC? |