Chapter 23:

The night was very late, the crickets had long begun there singing in the night, and a certain Indian princess had been asleep for hours. However, sleep had not come easy for the young woman, so she tossed and turned all night. She had just rolled onto her back, her dark eyes flickering open in the moonlight. Something had awakened her, though she didn't know what it could have been. She lay in the darkness, before she heard it again.

'Footsteps?'

Pocahontas thought as she became more tense, and more alert as the footsteps came closer to her hut.

"John?"

The footsteps stopped just outside her hut;

"John, is that you?"

Pocahontas quickly got out from beneath her deerskin cover and sat up listening for anything that moved in the dark night. She knew something was there, and when the footsteps reached her ears again, she bolted out of her bed and carefully untied the strings which held her back door in place. With out looking back, she tiptoed out of her hut and in hearing a twig snap, she ran to John's hut.

"John, John, wake up, wake up!"

Pocahontas frantically whispered in the cool black night. John, sitting up in his bed, blinked open his blue eyes.

"John!"

Pocahontas said, her voice rose as the young captain quickly unfastened the ties of the door and allowed Pocahontas in.

"John, my dream my dream is happening!"

Crying, Pocahontas leaned herself against him, and he in turn placed his arms around her shaking body.

"Pocahontas love, what dream are you talking about?"

He quietly led her over to his bed where the two of them sat, John cradling his beloved in his strong arms.

"My dream, my dream…"

"What happened?"

The young woman took in a deep breath before replying, "Earlier tonight, I woke up from a terrible nightmare. In my dream, I was lying in my hut when I hear footsteps coming from outside. Then my strings are cut and then a man lays on top of me and tries to slit my throat…."

Pocahontas rushes the last part of her dream, pressing herself into John's body.

"I woke up again, something had awakened me and I listened and it was footsteps."

John sighed, "Darling, you're being paranoid…"

"What, you're saying I'm going mad?"

In his mind, he knew it was the assassin, he knows that his love is correct.

"Pocahontas, you can sleep here tonight."

"John," she protests as John softly brings his lips down on her own, "please, stay here."

"Will you stay here?"

John chuckled, "there's no place I'd rather be."

Pocahontas smiled as the two of them lay back, John covering her with a blanket and held her close. He kissed her again, his hands getting lost in her raven like hair.

"John, do you think something bad is going to happen?"

"No," he answered quickly, "I am here, and so is your father, you'll be alright."

"I'm not so sure, I know my dream means something," she replied.

"Shshsh," John soothed his love as she drifted to sleep in his arms. However, the captain knew something was up, though he didn't want to admit that to Pocahontas. After a few minutes, John released her and slowly stood and untied the hide strings. With out taking his eyes off the structure, he ran to her hut, and he gasped as he halted in his footsteps. In the fresh dirt, were footprints, right outside her door.

'My god…'

John thought as he sprint back to his hut and secured it.

'I'll tell Powhatan in the morning what has happened…'

John mused to himself as he joined his love in bed, sleeping with his back to her.

End Of Chapter 23

A/N: I hope you all liked it, Please RR and tell me what you think! I know it's very short…however; it's one of those transition chapters...

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