Diablo 2: Longing to be with you (Chapter 7)
By Amethyst Haze
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Disclaimer: I do not own Diablo II, its concepts, its designs or anything else related to it. Those are the property of Blizzard Entertainment, this story is simply a non-profit tribute and parody. This story is Rated R for moments of sexual content, offensive language and violence.
Amethyst Haze's comments: If this story sounds EXTREMELY familiar to you.... then you've read the original fanfic as the NC-17 version when it was under my old pen name. I will not be writing like that anymore.
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Donning his clothes and equipment, Erix leaned his head against the wooden doorframe as the stairs creaked in turn to Fara's descending footsteps. The paladin sighed heavily. What the hell have I done? He asked himself, cursing under his breath.
He blamed alcohol, what else could explain it? In his head played the quick flashes of Nevia beneath him, writhing against his own sweat-slicked body while her nails lightly raked his broad shoulders. All of it seemed to hit him at once. He could still feel the rough, though loving, kisses she happily returned when she cupped his face in her hands. He could taste her lips and the way she kissed him with increasing ardor every time he murmured her name. All of it, every desire-filled moan, every heated caress haunted him. He was expressing his emotions for the wrong woman. He fucked Fara with all the feelings he should've given only to Nevia.
He and Fara concluded that the alcohol had played tricks on both of him. However, Fara was the lucky one. She was with no one, thus she had no one to scold her for her actions. No wonder she had been so calm during their talk. The two of them had agreed to keep their silence about what went on. Fara wanted that so she could go about her business without any rumours spreading about her, and Erix wanted that to protect Nevia.
The deal made Fara happy. Erix was not so easily pleased. That night was horrible only because of the truth that rang out in the morning. The night had brought him pleasure and left him with guilt as a souvenir. He remorsefully walked away from the crime scene and down the stairs, his mind reeling at the thought of Nevia's face if she learned what had happened.
He had to find her. His best bet was at the nearby tavern.
The walk to the bar was short, but felt stretched out like a murderer walking to the chopping block. He knew well what was coming. Nevia would cry a lot, but never in front of him. She'd say naught to him and dismiss him as though he held no meaning to her. Only once he was absent would she allow herself to weep. He knew her actions well and had no doubt in her mind how she'd react.
His heart wrenched as he pictured Nevia's grief-stricken face. She would instantly pale, throw him a hurt expression with her tears welling before averting her eyes to stop herself from crying. It wasn't so much the tears that would tear him apart, but the message of her eyes alone could drown him in sorrow: "You betrayed me."
At the corner of the building near the entrance, Erix took a deep breath and was still unsure of what to do. He could hide it from her... but how long could he keep up the charade? An unsettling thought struck him. What if one of the townsfolk broke the horrid news to her if he lied? Who knows how many people had spotted him running lustily to the inn with an equally eager Fara in tow? It would be worse to hear it from someone else and he knew it well.
Frustrated, he shook his head and uttered low curses at himself through clenched teeth. He didn't want to tell her, but he knew he should. After all, if he really loved her, he'd be honest to her even if it meant risking that very love she had for him.
But... wouldn't it be best to protect her from all the hurt? He thought suddenly, a plan forming in his mind. She doesn't have to know. We could just leave Lut Gholein right away.
Trying to look as casual as possible, he sauntered into the dirty tavern, his eyes scanning the interior with each step. His gaze darted from person to person and not one of them was the woman he was searching for. His thoughts suddenly turned sour upon spotting the thick orange mane of hair belonging to the man he currently despised. Rune, he thought venomously, walking towards him without the man noticing until it was too late. He stretched out his hand, reaching towards the druid's shoulder.
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Rune was in a very foul mood. His knuckles turned white as he roughly gripped the dirty mug in his hand and downed the alcohol. When the alcohol burned warmly in his belly, he grumbled aloud, not giving a damn if anyone heard him.
The druid had a right to be in a bad disposition. His careful, though spur of the moment, planning had gone awry and he had very little confidence in his current way around the mistake. He lifted his mug to his lips again, drinking in the beer.
A hand suddenly fell upon Rune's shoulder, startling him. In mid-swallow of his drink, he choked, the alcohol stinging his throat as he coughed, fighting the urge to spit out the beverage.
"Where's Nevia?" a voice demanded.
Rune grimaced. He wasn't expecting Erix to show up so soon. But even so, that did not change anything. He had to stay on track and continue his plan. Turning on his chair, the druid's eyes stared strangely at the paladin, confused, "What? I dunno. I thought you were with her at the inn."
Erix paused, unsure of what to say. He didn't want any reminders of the inn, but it was too late. The image of Nevia's lithe body in a sheen layer of sweat with her heaving breasts crushed against his bare chest. He stared into empty space, looking directly past the druid as the memory played out before his eyes.
"Erix," Nevia breathed out, her voice dropping into a low whisper as she
brought her hands up to gently cup his face in her hands. "I love you." She let
out another soft moan in response to his silken thrusts before biting down on her bottom
lip to stifle her cries.
He could feel her sweet breath warming his face and her hips tilting in
time to his strokes, allowing him to be buried deeper within her.
"I love you too," he murmured back, pressing his lips
against hers and hearing her gasp escape into his mouth.
Rune shifted uncomfortably on his stool. "Erix, are you okay?"
"Huh? Oh... yeah. So, you haven't seen her at all?"
He arched an eyebrow suspiciously, "No, I told you already. I thought she was at the inn with you. Why?"
Erix frowned, his eyebrows furrowing. He was unfortunately wrong. He was certain that the only place Nevia would've come to would be the tavern. He paused. "No reason. You seen Deckard Cain or Warriv?"
The druid nodded. "The town center square," he replied, setting the mug down.
As Erix quickly spun around and headed to the door, he stopped abruptly in response to the sound of Rune's voice, "Why don't you ask Fara if she's seen Nevia?"
A chill ran up Erix's spine. He didn't like the tone Rune used in his suggestion. It was tainted with cruelty. "Uh, right," he muttered, sounding unsure and nervous.
Rune's serpent tongue spoke again and Erix stopped, turning around to listen. "By the way... I stopped by your room earlier looking for Nevia..." He paused for effect, fighting off the urge to smirk triumphantly. "I'm guessing that she wasn't the one you were with, huh?" He turned around on his barstool, hiding his joy at seeing Erix's face turn pale.
Shit.... he knows..
Rune continued on. "Poor poor Nevia..." He quickly narrowed his eyes. "You're pretty low to treat a woman like that," he hissed, his hand curling into a fist. "Especially Nevia."
Erix shook his head. "Look here," he began. "It's not what you think, I was—"
"—drunk." Rune cut him off. "Yes, I know. I heard that from Atma, as well as the rest of the people in the tavern." He frowned, a glare piercing into the paladin's eyes. "I don't believe that for one damn second and neither does anyone else. If anyone was drunk, it was Fara. You got her drunk and took advantage of her."
The paladin's face burned at the appalling accusation. How dare the bastard pin such a crime upon him! He was a holy soldier, he would never dishonor a woman in the way a street thug might. He squared his shoulders and glared at the rugged druid. "I would never do that to Fara."
"But you did."
"I did no such thing."
"You did so. It doesn't matter whether you drank the fucked her or whether you purposely seduced her," Rune muttered, returning the paladin's glare. "Fucking is still fucking no matter what comes before it."
Erix's body stiffened from the druid's words. His gaze lost its energy and no words rested upon his tongue to throw back. The druid had easily struck him down with that fact. He knew deep down inside the drink was an excuse, but what was he hoping to accomplish in using that? Nevia would not welcome him to her bed or to her heart again once learning of his coupling with Fara. She'd be greatly disappointed in him.
The paladin turned around and quietly left without noticing the broad grin currently upon Rune's face.
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"So... now what?"
"Impatience, thy name is Nevia," Krysta murmured with a tiny smile.
"We're lost, aren't we?" the sorceress sighed, leaning against the spider-web and dirt laced walls.
Krysta's eyes darted side to side as she tried to recall what direction to go. Her eyes narrowed, trying to penetrate the darkness in the distance. As much as she hated to admit it, the smell of the corpses was really starting to make her skin crawl. She should be used to the smell and she knew it. She was an assassin, dealing with death was her specialty. She hastily turned to the left hallway and sprinted through it while making sure her boots made no contact with a dead corpse. Last time she stepped on a corpse, her heel got caught in the eye socket and she tripped, nearly slashing Nevia's precious neck.
After much turns and twists, the two women found themselves staring at a deadend.
"I think we are lost," Krysta laughed softly, shaking her head. "Sorry, but I don't have any town portal scrolls."
Nevia sighed. "I do, but I don't want to use it.
"It's only a scroll, don't be stingy."
The sorceress frowned, shaking her head. "I don't want to back like this. What if when we return, Erix is there waiting?" She lowered her head. "I don't want to see him... I-I can't."
The assassin gave Nevia a sympathetic hug. "I'm sorry, you're right. But... it's been hours. Maybe he's out looking for you? Besides... aren't you hungry?" She gave her a pleading, girlish gaze.
Nevia broke out laughing at Krysta's expression. "Yeah, a little." She smiled and quickly tossed a scroll up, her eyes squinting briefly when the bright, blue, swirling light appeared before them. "After you."
"No," Krysta smiled. "After you."
Nevia shook her head, complying.
The portal always made her feel dizzy. The bright lights combined with the heat that flooded her body was sometimes too much for her.
When the light and the warmth faded away, she reopened her eyes and found herself staring into a pair of green glittering eyes.
"Nevia," Rune uttered hoarsely, ignoring her leather-clad companion. "Where have you been?"
She stared blankly. "Just around.... what's wrong?"
Rune's hands gently gripped Nevia's shoulders. He gazed deeply into her dark eyes, a sympathetic stare reaching her. "It's Erix. He's done something horrible."
Nevia's eyes darkened. "Rune... I already know... I was there."
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