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Adult +
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23
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10,753
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87
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time for change
DISCLAIMER : I do not now nor have I ever had ownership of the Witch Hunter Robin characters or original story idea. The chapters written here however are mine, please do not reproduce
Nope still dont own it, still ain\'t happy bout the original ending and still think the producers that stopped it at 26 episodes suck!! BANDI get yer heads outta yer a**!
that is all...thank you....
Chapter 15:
A time for change
A few days had passed since had had opened his heart to Robin. As she slept she held onto the hope that their connection would grow, instead he had resumed hiademademark ‘harbinger of doom’ posturing. Cold and reclusive, submerged in his laptop, files, and analogical dissection of the facts that occasionally resurfaced. However as hard as he tried to continue on as if things were no different, he could not hide the glint of affection that sparked when their eyes met.
obinobin had watched Amon work around her, felt his mood shifts and felt his stares from across the room. She’d wanted to continue the discussion from that night, for the moment however that would have to wait. Amon’s attentions were on their safety and remaining 5 steps ahead of Solomon, and the STN-J. So far their exchanges were not much more than you would expect from a room-mate.
She wondered if she had dreamed that night, if it was wishful bliss that had conjured up the sweet confession from this man who seems so mechanical in nature. Robin wondered at times if Amon even planned out his breathing. The thought expelled itself when she heard herself giggle softly. After regrouping she discovered her indulgence had earned her a puzzled glare from Amon. She swiftly retreated to her bedroom.
Amon HAD been focused on a letter he was composing to his half brother. Now however he was a bit intrigued as to what had brought a giggle to Robin. The last few days had been a bit tense to say the least. Deciding it was best to push the curiosity down and get back to the task at hand he turned back to the laptop.
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Brother,
Time for action has come, plans need to be made. I need to know the answers I seek immediately. I look for response soon.
***********************************************************
He had done all he could do....for the time being at least. He’d give it another day before he followed through with his own course of action. He wondered if they would ever be safe. The surroundings had a allure of calm and peace but his nature screamed that it was never safe, he was always suspicious.
Closing the laptop he stood, then headed towards his bedroom. As he passed Robin’s door he notia tia tiny sliver of light peeking from beneath. ‘She must be reading’ he thought to himself, pausing for a moment he thought briefly of stepping in to tell her goodnight. Instead he chose to continue to his room.
After a well calculated flop to the center of his bed, a sigh of frustration escaped him. Every night his mind was consumed with Robin, her smile, her honey colored hair, even the way his name sounded on her lips. She had a way of making everything seem so right. The truth was he knew he’d never escape the way he felt, but for Robin’s sake he could not act on it. He wanted to claim her, in every way a man could claim the woman he loved. Yet he had no right, she was not meant to be his, was she?
Without fight he turned to his side, staring aimlessly at the wa He He knew what the night held, he would fight it no more, there was no use.
Robin heard the soft click of his bedroom door. Softly placing the book she’d been absently scanning through she slid down beneath the covers. A quick glance to her clock showed the time to be just after midnight. Another restless night. She had come to dread bedtime. He was always there, holding her affectionately, whispering his love into her ear. Each morning she woke disappointed that he was not there. She suspected tomorrow would be no different.
Gingerly reaching over to shut ofr ber bedside lamp she wondered absently if he ever dreamt of her.
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Nagira stared at the letter he’d discovered under his door upon his arrival.
o wio will become one of the same sign”
Cryptic is to put it mildly. There were thousands of possibilities for the meaning of this ‘note’. Why would someone have brought this to him? More importantly, why would anyone he trusted feel the need to slip this to him secretly? He’d begun to think he was making progress, but this sent his mind tumbling. He’d have to get this information to Amon quickly....he could only hope it made sense to him.
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Robin’s dreams were anything but normal. As she tossed about her bed the dark images began to consume her. Her surroundings were strange, yet comforting. A husky voice called to her from within the depths of the shadows. “Robin, why are you up?” He asked.
“I’m just looking at the moon” she replied. The full silvery orb soaked her features with it’s delicate glow. The light how ever was not enough to reveal the identity of her companion. She turned to go to him. Crawling beneath the cool sheets she felt his warm arms circle her, pulling her closer to him. Her hands began to reach for his face, this seemed so familiar and so right to her. This man, her lover.....was he was her Adam?
Suddenly drawn to the sound of pouring rain she turned away from the shadowed figure to look to the moonlit window. There was nothing. Curiosity plagued her mind, forcing her continence to wake enough to realize it was the shower. Amon was up. And the sun was beginning to rise. Frustration built within her, she was so close to seeing his face, knowing who he was. The only thing Robin was sure of, was this faceless lover was her destiny.
Not one to waste the morning she scurried quickly to start that magic brew. After setting out the cups, she went to the couch to wait for the signal it was done. As she sat going over the events in her dream Amon emerged from the bathroom. His damp hair clinging to his head. He obviously did not expect an audience when he emerged, as he was wearing only a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. Suddenly Robin’s eyes dropped to the floor, while a bright rouge rose to her cheeks.
Amon although stunned she was there, enjoyed her eyes roaming his form. Were she older he would most likely give into the temptation to drop said towel. Upon seeing the blush stain her face he opted to his his hasty exit behind his own bedroom door.
Robin turned her eyes to the door that had just silently closed. The tell tale beep of the coffee pot pulled her out of her thoughts. As she rose she found herself a bit weak in the knees....a backwards stumble sent her into the floor with a squeak of frustration.
After hearing this Amon rushed from his room, now he’d clothed his lower half with a tight fitting pair of black jeans. He loomed over her bare chested. Extending his hand for assistance. “What happened?” He asked. The simple question brought another blush stain to her cheeks.
“I lost my balance” she explained, is mos more or less the truth....she would not dare admit the truth. In her mind she felt that would only concrete his belief she was just a child. Extending her hand she allowed him to pull her upright. However after helping her up, he pulled her to his chest.
Amon did not know what had come over him, but the opportunity was to tempting to resist. He’d done the gentlemanly thing, and assisted her to her feet , right? He had earned a cuddle had he not? Having her against his bare chest was more intoxicating than any amount of liquor he could indulge in. Her tiny delicate hands pressed against his smooth moist skin made him ache for more. The compromising nature of this situation slapped him hard, but he forced himself to pull away gently. “Are you alright?” He asked as he released her taking a few short steps back.
“Hai, I am fine...” she answered, keeping her head low to avoid his eyes.
“Sit here for a moment or two, I’ll get the coffee” he told her. Without hesitation she sat and watched his back retreat to the kitchen.
A few short moments later he returned with two steaming coffee cups in his hands. After handing Robin her cup, he joined her on the couch.
Together they sat quietly sipping the hot brew, listening to the sounds of silence within the four walls they called home. Amon’s mind was focused on the young witch beside him, and what he knew would come. He hate do do it, yet it was necessary for them both. Silently he prayed his brother had discovered some information which could be useful.
“Amon....” Her feather soft voice called.
“Yes?” He answered, turning to look into her eyes.
“Are you alright?”
“Just thinking” he responded, still locked on those delicious green orbs.
“Are you thinking about....” She began to speak, suddenly she cursed herself for mentioning that night. She lowered her head, watching the steam roll from the top of her cup.
“Robin, I have thought about that many times, I meant what I said...” His voice trailed off leaving the silent ‘but’ hanging between them.
Robin heard the silent word, it pounded in her ears. Anger, hurt, diminished hope and frustration washed over her. She excused herself and rose from the couch. Shuffling off to the kitchen she began her normal routine of preparing breakfast. Afterwards she would go to Marie’s. That was the most calming thing for her these days.
As he sat there, he cursed himself for once again hurting her. She had to understand that now was not the time to explore anything new between them. Simply put they were hunted.
Opting to check email’s he went to his laptop. A few miscellaneous email’s were in his in box, among them was a reply from Nagira.
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Brother,
An unknown informant droppe thi this note.
“Two will become one of the same sign”
In my mind this leaves more questions than it answers, do you have any ideas?
*******************************************
Amon stared blankly at the screen, if anything he was not more perplexed and curious than before. His blood was boiling with determination. Who ever this “Adam” was he would have to find out before he came to claim Robin. To Amon she was HIS Eve, and taking her would not be easy for anyone who came looking.
Alright, here’s the next chapter. I’ll admit it’s lil long and drawn out....I know where I am going with this....so please bear with me. Trust me, this stuff plays into the story in a big way. Hope you enjoy.
Nope still dont own it, still ain\'t happy bout the original ending and still think the producers that stopped it at 26 episodes suck!! BANDI get yer heads outta yer a**!
that is all...thank you....
Chapter 15:
A time for change
A few days had passed since had had opened his heart to Robin. As she slept she held onto the hope that their connection would grow, instead he had resumed hiademademark ‘harbinger of doom’ posturing. Cold and reclusive, submerged in his laptop, files, and analogical dissection of the facts that occasionally resurfaced. However as hard as he tried to continue on as if things were no different, he could not hide the glint of affection that sparked when their eyes met.
obinobin had watched Amon work around her, felt his mood shifts and felt his stares from across the room. She’d wanted to continue the discussion from that night, for the moment however that would have to wait. Amon’s attentions were on their safety and remaining 5 steps ahead of Solomon, and the STN-J. So far their exchanges were not much more than you would expect from a room-mate.
She wondered if she had dreamed that night, if it was wishful bliss that had conjured up the sweet confession from this man who seems so mechanical in nature. Robin wondered at times if Amon even planned out his breathing. The thought expelled itself when she heard herself giggle softly. After regrouping she discovered her indulgence had earned her a puzzled glare from Amon. She swiftly retreated to her bedroom.
Amon HAD been focused on a letter he was composing to his half brother. Now however he was a bit intrigued as to what had brought a giggle to Robin. The last few days had been a bit tense to say the least. Deciding it was best to push the curiosity down and get back to the task at hand he turned back to the laptop.
**** ******************************************************
Brother,
Time for action has come, plans need to be made. I need to know the answers I seek immediately. I look for response soon.
***********************************************************
He had done all he could do....for the time being at least. He’d give it another day before he followed through with his own course of action. He wondered if they would ever be safe. The surroundings had a allure of calm and peace but his nature screamed that it was never safe, he was always suspicious.
Closing the laptop he stood, then headed towards his bedroom. As he passed Robin’s door he notia tia tiny sliver of light peeking from beneath. ‘She must be reading’ he thought to himself, pausing for a moment he thought briefly of stepping in to tell her goodnight. Instead he chose to continue to his room.
After a well calculated flop to the center of his bed, a sigh of frustration escaped him. Every night his mind was consumed with Robin, her smile, her honey colored hair, even the way his name sounded on her lips. She had a way of making everything seem so right. The truth was he knew he’d never escape the way he felt, but for Robin’s sake he could not act on it. He wanted to claim her, in every way a man could claim the woman he loved. Yet he had no right, she was not meant to be his, was she?
Without fight he turned to his side, staring aimlessly at the wa He He knew what the night held, he would fight it no more, there was no use.
Robin heard the soft click of his bedroom door. Softly placing the book she’d been absently scanning through she slid down beneath the covers. A quick glance to her clock showed the time to be just after midnight. Another restless night. She had come to dread bedtime. He was always there, holding her affectionately, whispering his love into her ear. Each morning she woke disappointed that he was not there. She suspected tomorrow would be no different.
Gingerly reaching over to shut ofr ber bedside lamp she wondered absently if he ever dreamt of her.
******************************************************
Nagira stared at the letter he’d discovered under his door upon his arrival.
o wio will become one of the same sign”
Cryptic is to put it mildly. There were thousands of possibilities for the meaning of this ‘note’. Why would someone have brought this to him? More importantly, why would anyone he trusted feel the need to slip this to him secretly? He’d begun to think he was making progress, but this sent his mind tumbling. He’d have to get this information to Amon quickly....he could only hope it made sense to him.
**********************************************************
Robin’s dreams were anything but normal. As she tossed about her bed the dark images began to consume her. Her surroundings were strange, yet comforting. A husky voice called to her from within the depths of the shadows. “Robin, why are you up?” He asked.
“I’m just looking at the moon” she replied. The full silvery orb soaked her features with it’s delicate glow. The light how ever was not enough to reveal the identity of her companion. She turned to go to him. Crawling beneath the cool sheets she felt his warm arms circle her, pulling her closer to him. Her hands began to reach for his face, this seemed so familiar and so right to her. This man, her lover.....was he was her Adam?
Suddenly drawn to the sound of pouring rain she turned away from the shadowed figure to look to the moonlit window. There was nothing. Curiosity plagued her mind, forcing her continence to wake enough to realize it was the shower. Amon was up. And the sun was beginning to rise. Frustration built within her, she was so close to seeing his face, knowing who he was. The only thing Robin was sure of, was this faceless lover was her destiny.
Not one to waste the morning she scurried quickly to start that magic brew. After setting out the cups, she went to the couch to wait for the signal it was done. As she sat going over the events in her dream Amon emerged from the bathroom. His damp hair clinging to his head. He obviously did not expect an audience when he emerged, as he was wearing only a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. Suddenly Robin’s eyes dropped to the floor, while a bright rouge rose to her cheeks.
Amon although stunned she was there, enjoyed her eyes roaming his form. Were she older he would most likely give into the temptation to drop said towel. Upon seeing the blush stain her face he opted to his his hasty exit behind his own bedroom door.
Robin turned her eyes to the door that had just silently closed. The tell tale beep of the coffee pot pulled her out of her thoughts. As she rose she found herself a bit weak in the knees....a backwards stumble sent her into the floor with a squeak of frustration.
After hearing this Amon rushed from his room, now he’d clothed his lower half with a tight fitting pair of black jeans. He loomed over her bare chested. Extending his hand for assistance. “What happened?” He asked. The simple question brought another blush stain to her cheeks.
“I lost my balance” she explained, is mos more or less the truth....she would not dare admit the truth. In her mind she felt that would only concrete his belief she was just a child. Extending her hand she allowed him to pull her upright. However after helping her up, he pulled her to his chest.
Amon did not know what had come over him, but the opportunity was to tempting to resist. He’d done the gentlemanly thing, and assisted her to her feet , right? He had earned a cuddle had he not? Having her against his bare chest was more intoxicating than any amount of liquor he could indulge in. Her tiny delicate hands pressed against his smooth moist skin made him ache for more. The compromising nature of this situation slapped him hard, but he forced himself to pull away gently. “Are you alright?” He asked as he released her taking a few short steps back.
“Hai, I am fine...” she answered, keeping her head low to avoid his eyes.
“Sit here for a moment or two, I’ll get the coffee” he told her. Without hesitation she sat and watched his back retreat to the kitchen.
A few short moments later he returned with two steaming coffee cups in his hands. After handing Robin her cup, he joined her on the couch.
Together they sat quietly sipping the hot brew, listening to the sounds of silence within the four walls they called home. Amon’s mind was focused on the young witch beside him, and what he knew would come. He hate do do it, yet it was necessary for them both. Silently he prayed his brother had discovered some information which could be useful.
“Amon....” Her feather soft voice called.
“Yes?” He answered, turning to look into her eyes.
“Are you alright?”
“Just thinking” he responded, still locked on those delicious green orbs.
“Are you thinking about....” She began to speak, suddenly she cursed herself for mentioning that night. She lowered her head, watching the steam roll from the top of her cup.
“Robin, I have thought about that many times, I meant what I said...” His voice trailed off leaving the silent ‘but’ hanging between them.
Robin heard the silent word, it pounded in her ears. Anger, hurt, diminished hope and frustration washed over her. She excused herself and rose from the couch. Shuffling off to the kitchen she began her normal routine of preparing breakfast. Afterwards she would go to Marie’s. That was the most calming thing for her these days.
As he sat there, he cursed himself for once again hurting her. She had to understand that now was not the time to explore anything new between them. Simply put they were hunted.
Opting to check email’s he went to his laptop. A few miscellaneous email’s were in his in box, among them was a reply from Nagira.
*******************************************
Brother,
An unknown informant droppe thi this note.
“Two will become one of the same sign”
In my mind this leaves more questions than it answers, do you have any ideas?
*******************************************
Amon stared blankly at the screen, if anything he was not more perplexed and curious than before. His blood was boiling with determination. Who ever this “Adam” was he would have to find out before he came to claim Robin. To Amon she was HIS Eve, and taking her would not be easy for anyone who came looking.
Alright, here’s the next chapter. I’ll admit it’s lil long and drawn out....I know where I am going with this....so please bear with me. Trust me, this stuff plays into the story in a big way. Hope you enjoy.