Chapter 26: Soul Bearing

Sara awoke hours later to find herself warm and alone, but there were people nearby. She could hear voices echoing in the large cavern of the warehouse. Sitting up, Sara realized she had been sleeping with Ian’s coat over her shoulders. As she stood, she folded the long garment over her arm and walked into the showroom to find Van, Deaq, and Ian all talking in the office.

“Hey, look who finally decided to grace us with her presence,” Deaq announced when he saw Sara walking towards them. The three men stood from their seats to greet her.

“How long have I been out?” Sara asked, handing Ian back his coat. 

“A couple hours. None of us had the heart to wake you, so we just let you sleep,” Van answered as he wrapped his arms around her and placed a soft kiss on her lips. “Feel any better?”

“A little now that my brain has settled down,” she said, pushing a few strands of her hair behind her ear. “So, what’s been the topic of discussion?”

“Well, I hope you’ll be glad to know, Deaq and I are giving you a hand in teaching Ian the basics of social interaction. Seeing that we’re both guys, we thought we’d be better teachers than you in some areas,” he replied.

“Please don’t tell me you gave him a crash course in beer guzzling or something along that line,” Sara begged sarcastically. “Because that’s something I was hoping to give him a hand with.”

Van smiled, suppressing the laugh that threatened to erupt from his lips. “No, I’ll give you that pleasure,” he told her. “I mean more along the lines of how to handle Billie when she comes back.”

“If she’s just as strong willed as I think she is, then you did the right thing. Ian might be used to my bitching, but hers is a whole other story.”

“Tell me about it.”

“So, Ian,” Sara said as she pulled out of Van’s grasp and walked up to her stalker, “what have the boys been teaching you?”

“The only way to get to Billie is under her skin,” Ian answered. “And the only way to do that is to continually and systematically piss her off.”

Sara burst out laughing. “Truer words have never been spoken,” she replied. She turned to Van and Deaq and added, “You guys are good.”

“We aim to teach,” Deaq said, giving her a sweet smile.

“So, what’s the bargain?” Sara asked. “I know he’s got to do something for you in order for you to be helping him with Billie.”

“He’s giving us a crash course in martial arts,” Van answered.

“Hmm… This I’d like to see.” Sara’s mind wandered into the implications of Ian teaching her partners the art of kung fu. A wide smile graced her face when she realized they’d probably be in pain for weeks on end after their little demonstration.

“Can we please get out of here now?” Deaq was whining when she snapped out of her thoughts. “It’s close to midnight , and I think you’d all agree with me that we need some sleep tonight, especially you two. And Sara, please don’t wear Van out. He needs a little energy tomorrow so I can bust his ass about what happened during the night.”

“Oh, I don’t think so,” Sara shot back. “He’s mine tonight, and I’m giving him the proper thank you for what he did to Jake.” When she realized Ian was still listening to them, she turned to him and added, “I should thank you too. You’ve done a lot for me. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Ian replied as she leaned in and kissed his cheek.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. Maybe we can hang out then, without being interrupted by unwanted guests,” Sara offered.

“Alright,” he said.

“Great. We’ll see you tomorrow then,” she turned to Van as he wrapped his arm around her waist and began dragging her out of the warehouse. “Bye Deaq!” Sara yelled over her shoulder once they had reached the door.

“So, what do you have planned for me tonight?” Van whispered into her ear as they made their way to his car.

“You’ll see,” Sara answered as she sat down in the passenger’s seat with a sly grin on her face. Van knew what that meant, and quickly made his way to the driver’s seat. They made it to the apartment complex in record time. “Van, slow down,” Sara ordered as he tried to pull her towards his apartment.

“But you got me all excited!” he whiled, but held back just to please her.

Sara turned to him and gently pressed her lips against his for a soft and delicate kiss. “Be patient,” she whispered into his ear. Even though Van could feel his heart racing, he stayed calm as he opened the door to his apartment and let her inside. Sara quickly threw off her shoes and made her way to his bathroom.

Van heard the water running in the tub and thought he knew what she was doing. His breath caught when Sara returned a few minutes later wearing only a white lacy bra and matching panties. “Follow me,” she told him, taking his hand and leading him into the bathroom where the tub was almost filled to the brim with bubbles.

Sara leaned in to kiss him as her hands slipped beneath his shirt. Van held his arms up, allowing her to slip it over his head. She threw it to the floor, her lips soon returning to his, but only for a light kiss. They descended over his cheek, past his neck, and to his collarbone. Her fingertips played with the waistband of his pants until she finally decided to pull them off his slender hips.

“Sara,” Van moaned into her soft golden locks as he closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her fingers running over his back as she reached up and pulled the beanie off his head. They ran through his hair as her lips made their back to his.

“Tell me you love me,” Sara whispered as she pulled away to take in a few needed breaths.

“I love you,” Van said, pulling her back into his embrace. He slowly began to fiddle with her bra strap until it finally unclipped. Her soft, creamy white breasts fell upon his chest as he removed her panties in the same fashion. She pulled away from him again and entered the warm water of the tub. He followed after removing any other unwanted article of clothing from his body.

They sat across from each other in the spacious 1900 style tub. Sara’s lips curved up in a devious smile as she almost crawled to him, settling herself just above his knees, her hands resting on his abdomen. Van reached over to pull her closer, but she slapped his hands away. “I told you to be patient,” Sara scolded as she moved back slightly.

“Oh, please no,” Van begged.

“Don’t worry,” she whispered, leaning into him, her hands on either side of the tub to keep her from falling over as she gently brushed her lips against his. He wrapped his arms around Sara’s agile body, pulling her tight against his chest as his lips ravaged hers in a deep, passionate kiss. When they parted, she breathed in heavily as she laid her cheek on Van’s shoulder. 

“Is it alright if we just stayed like this for a little while?” Sara asked softly as he held her body in a tight, yet loving embrace.

“Yeah,” Van replied. He knew why… she was afraid of losing him to those words spoken earlier that day. But Van knew deep in his heart, he’d never leave her. Not now, and definitely not in the future. The things that she had told him about what happened that night with Jake McCarty, he believed them all. There was no way Sara could have lied to him.

But there was another reason Van had agreed to wait on sex. He was just as afraid of losing her as she was afraid of losing him. After that vision of what he thought was her death, Van didn’t dare want to leave Sara’s side. He feared that every moment they spent together would be their last. He wrapped his arms around her a little tighter, reassuring himself that she really was fine and that nothing bad was going to happen that night.

“I love you, Van,” Sara whispered, not bothering to move her head.

“I love you too,” he replied, placing a soft kiss on her shoulder.

“Promise you’ll never leave me.”

“I promise.”

*~*~*

Sara ran her fingers through Van’s soft chestnut hair as he gazed at her with his big blue eyes shining like diamonds in the early morning sun. They were relishing in the afterglow of the night’s excursion in his bed, her heart continuing to skip a beat as he placed soft kisses on her lips at random moments.

“You know, you still have to finish telling me about the Witchblade,” Van said, his arm draping over her waist as he pulled her closer to his body.

“What do you want to know?” Sara asked, allowing herself to be pulled into his strong arms.

“Everything you can tell me,” he replied.

“Where should I start?”

“People find the beginning a good place.” Sara lightly punched Van in the arm at his attempt to make a stupid joke. “Sorry,” he added. “How’d you get it?”

“I think that’s technically the beginning,” Sara told him. “I found it on my wrist after chasing down a suspect at the Midtown Museum . That suspect just happened to be, of all people in the world, one of Gallo’s men. We got into a really big fire fight, and I thought I was going to die that day, but the Witchblade had other plans. It deflected one of his bullets into a gas pipe, and the building exploded. I don’t know how I got out alive, but all that was left of him were a few teeth and some bone fragments. Ever since then, the Witchblade and I have been inseparable.”

“So it found you. You didn’t find it,” Van observed.

“Apparently,” she answered.

“What’s happened in your life since the Witchblade found you?”

Sara sighed heavily. “So much,” she replied. “I’ve found myself in so many compromising situations where the only way out was to use the Witchblade. I’ve also met some pretty strange and disgusting people who only wanted it for its powers. One of those people happened to be Kenneth Irons.”

“Ian’s ex boss?”

“Oh, yeah… The Witchblade ‘belonged’ to him before it chose me as its next wielder. As a matter of fact, he was the one that sent Ian to watch me before we got to know each other and he became my shadow,” Sara joked, but soon became serious again. “Irons wanted the Witchblade back and was ready to kill me for it. We got into this huge swordfight at his mansion in New York , and something really horrible happened…” She didn’t want to continue with this part. It had been something she had kept locked up inside for the longest time.

“What happened?” Van asked, pushing a few strands of hair away from her face, encouraging her to continue.

Sara gazed into his soft blue eyes as her vision blurred with tears. She swallowed hard, but made herself finish the story. “He was ready to deliver the death blow. I wasn’t ready to die, so I did what I thought was the only thing I could do. I swung the Witchblade towards him and… cut… off… his hand. He knew he had lost and decided to do the second best thing… He killed himself on the Witchblade.”

Van merely stared at her in what looked like disbelief. They didn’t speak for a long time afterwards until he finally replied, “So, he’s dead?” Sara didn’t say anything. “Who’s running his company?”

“I think Ian is, but that’s not important. There’s a lot more to my story,” she said.

“Okay, keep going. I’m sorry to interrupt,” Van apologized, allowing her to continue.

“I thought he was dead then, but I kept seeing him in visions. He kept telling me everything was connected and whatnot. I didn’t believe him at first, but then things began to happen. First, Ian tries to have me killed by contacting some of his former army buddies, but as it turns out, he was being possessed by Irons’ spirit and didn’t know what he was doing.” Van shot her an odd look that made her pause and say, “Yeah, it’s fucked up, I know, but come on; it’s my way of life. Besides, I ended up saving Ian’s ass in the end by pulling an arrow out of his chest. Then there was ‘V,’ which I don’t even wanna get into since you’ve already read that file and know the important bits and pieces. Then there was the whole thing with Aras , who looks exactly like me because she is from the wielder bloodline, but from the side that’s destined to never wield the Blade. Finally it ended with Lucratsia, who was I think hired by Irons’ to retrieve the Witchblade. We got into this huge swordfight at Gabriel’s place, and she almost ran the thing through me, but the Witchblade can’t kill its wielder, so I killed her, or was it Ian? I don’t really remember since I was, after all, pinned to a wall and knocked unconscious soon afterwards. Since then, life with the Witchblade has been pretty quite. I do get the occasional weird murder case, but it gets solved.

“As for what happened with Jake, I know the Witchblade had something to do with it. The Witchblade weaves one hell of a fucked up web. I think you somehow fit in it, but I’ve been wrecking my brain trying to figure out how. I guess the longer the time passes, the more I’ll find out. Until them, I’m happy with the relationship we have,” Sara finished.

“That’s so weird,” Van replied, still staring at her a little strangely. “What did that Lucratsia chick look like anyway?”

“If you think she’s the same girl in your dream, she’s not. She’s as dead as a doornail,” Sara answered. “You have no need to worry.”

“But I do worry,” he quietly admitted. “I’ve lost so many people in my life, the last thing I need is to lose you. I meant what I said the other night about never feeling this way about any other girl I’ve dated or met. You’re special, Sara Pezzini, and not because of the Witchblade. It’s you, your personality, your everything.” Sara was blushing profusely, and strained to keep herself from pulling him in for a kiss until he was finished. “And that’s why I love you,” Van finally said.

For the first time, she could see his soul through those beautiful blue eyes. He had bared it for her and only her, and she could tell. This was the first time Van was telling anyone what he truly felt and it made Sara feel even more special. She rolled on top of him, her lips quickly catching his for a deep kiss with the promise of many more to come.

*~*~*

Deaq had come into the office early that morning, unable to sleep. With Van and Sara probably doing the horizontal tango, he was out of people to talk to and decided to boot up Billie’s computer and get online. Boredom continued to be the feeling of choice as he searched through a few websites and finally decided on playing games to pass the time until his partners arrived.

It was an hour before Deaq heard the door slam and looked up to see the familiar face approaching him. “Billie!” he exclaimed in surprise. “I thought you weren’t coming back until Saturday.”

“That was until this new case dropped into my lap while I was in Miami ,” Billie answered, giving him that ‘get out of my chair’ look.

Deaq quickly gave Billie her seat and sat down in one of the other chairs around her office. “What case?” he asked curiously.

“Where are Van and Sara?” she countered, ignoring his question.

“I… don’t know,” Deaq answered. He only prayed that they weren’t doing what he thought they were doing.

“Well, find out!” Billie ordered.

Deaq pulled out his cell phone and began calling them, but after several attempts, neither answered. This only made his suspicions a little more concrete. “Um… They’re not answering their phones,” he said quietly.

“Time to do a little home wrecking, then,” she replied, getting up from her chair and grabbing the keys to the Corvette. Deaq reluctantly followed, knowing that everything Van and Sara had worked for was going down the tubes in a few minutes time.

*~*~*

Sara was on the verge of one hell of a climax as her hands gathered up the soft sheets at her sides into knots. Her entire body shuddered then became rigid as she raised her hips, arching her back, in spite of herself. Finally, she let out an earth shattering scream and fell to the bed, her breathing labored. Van fell on top of her, unable to move, unable to breathe, his entire body limp in her arms.

“You’re so good to me,” Sara murmured as she stroked his hair.

Van smiled then gathered whatever strength he had left to say, “Let’s do that again.”

Sara couldn’t believe what she was hearing, but when he started up again, she knew she was in for another wild ride.

*~*~*

Billie heard the scream from Van’s apartment and quickly pulled out her keys to open the door. She drew her gun as she stepped inside, her heart racing as she made her way through each room, careful not to make her presence known. Finally making it to the bedroom door, she burst through, her eyes widening at what she saw.

“Holy SHIT!” Billie shrieked.

Chapter 27: Declaration of an Affirmation

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