After The End by lyradaemon

Chapter 3: A bit of heavy entertainment

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Jaenelle

Jaenelle jumped as she felt that mind brush hers. Kaelas didn't normally feel he needed to communicate with humans, but when he did, he meant business.

You may come in Kaelas Jaenelle replied.

The door to hers and Daemon's apartment opened and the huge Arcerian cat glided in and promptly jumped on the bed. Jaenelle giggled when she remembered Daemon's first reaction to finding the massive cat lying on his bed.

Is everything alright Kaelas? She asked.

I wanted to ask the same of you. Ladvarian said you had a Dream.

He's right, I did.

I spoke to the Arachnian Queen about it.

You did what? Jaenelle was startled to hear that Kaelas had bothered her about it. After all, it was simply a dream; she had them all the time because she was a Black Widow. What did she have to say about it?

She said that you must pay heed to everything. It will come true but you won't realise until it is almost too late. Act quickly, and on your instincts. Do not use your human 'logic' because it will not avail you. Only instincts. Kaelas seemed quite serious about this.

Well…thank you, I suppose…thought I don't really understand what she means…

You have become too human Jaenelle, Kaelas scolded. You are not human. You are Dreams Made Flesh and Witch. And your original Dreamers were not human, he almost sounded as if being human was a sin. The Queen also said that Witch must play to her strengths when Death comes knocking. Buried strengths must be unearthed, even if it goes against the advice of The Seducer. The triangle will understand in the end, but will be no help during.

Jaenelle looked away from the big cat. Buried strengths must be unearthed… What strengths? Kaelas, do you understand what the Queen said about buried strengths needing to be unearthed?

Not quite. But you will understand when you need to he replied.

Jaenelle sighed. She should be used to the cryptic ways of the golden spider by now. But something about this warning nagged at her, yet she couldn't quite place it. She gazed out into the dark garden. It was quite late now but she felt wide awake. She turned back to say something to Kaelas but he saw that he was already half-way out the door.

"What in Hell's name are you doing in my room!" She heard a familiar voice yell from the corridor. Half-laughing, half-groaning she ran to the door in time to see a startled Daemon glaring in fear and amazement at Kaelas strolling unconcernedly out of his rooms. Jaenelle had to hold onto the door to stop herself from falling down because she was laughing so hard.

Daemon looked up at the sound of her laughter and glared at her too. "It's not funny Jaenelle. There is a 400 pound lump of feline just ambling out of my room at 11 at night – not a particularly common occurrence, even for around here." Which just made Jaenelle laugh even harder.

Shaking his head, Daemon picked Jaenelle up in his arms and carried her into their rooms, kicking the door closed behind him. "That cat makes me feel funny. I'm convinced he's going to get me alone one of these days, and it's not going to be pleasant."

"Oh, Daemon, you should have seen your face!" Jaenelle gasped, wiping the tears from her eyes.

"Why, what's wrong with it?"

"It's just that you always seem so unshakable the whole time, as if nothing in the world could worry you. And then you meet Kaelas coming out of a door and you look like the world is going to cave in!"

Daemon paused, then dumped Jaenelle in a heap on the bed. "Daemon!" Came a muffled shriek from the covers.

"I was worried for your safety," he said in a stiff voice.

"Oh rubbish Daemon, you were scared and you know it. You don't have to be embarrassed – I thought you looked rather sweet actually."

He simply glared at her, but she could see laughter in his golden eyes. "Now come over here and give me a kiss," she ordered with a slight pout and a glint in her eye.

Daemon obliged and soon they found themselves tangled up in the bedsheets with clothes discarded all over the room.

"What was Kaelas doing in here anyway?" Daemon murmured as he kissed her neck.

"He came to tell me that he'd spoken to the Arachnian Queen," she replied with her eyes blissfully closed.

"And?"

"She told me not to listen to Papa," she gasped in reply. Daemon chuckled, a sound which sent shivers through her body.

"She sounds like a very sensible lady," he breathed in her ear, then kissed her soundly all over again.

Meanwhile, Saetan was sitting deep in thought in his study. All day he had been puzzling over the meaning and significance of Jaenelle's Dream, but still could find no answers. A knock on the door woke him from his reverie.

"I thought you'd still be awake," Surreal said as she plonked herself down in a chair.

"I was thinking," he said pointedly.

"And I just interrupted. Oh well."

Saetan sighed inwardly. "Did you want something?"

"Company. Lucivar's gone home and Daemon and Jaenelle are busy with whatever two people in love do at this time of night. Which reminds me; I'm lonely."

"Still haven't found the right man yet Surreal?" Saetan asked slyly.

"Oh shut up. You know that I'm just biding my time, waiting for the man who's got enough balls to try to court me," she smiled back at him. "So, did I interrupt any interesting thinking?"

Saetan explained about the dream. "Hate to sound sensible here, but don't you think you could just be wasting your time? I mean, everyone has dreams, and hardly any of them come true. Maybe Jaenelle's dream is simply that – a dream."

Saetan shook his head. "Jaenelle doesn't Dream for no reason Surreal. Sometimes the dreams are simple to understand, sometimes they're a bit harder. But they have never been this complicated. And Jaenelle has never sounded so unsure and…well, worried about one before. Tersa once told me 'always heed the Dreams of the Dream. She has them for a reason, and you have to work out what the reason is.' I can't just ignore it." He sighed.

Surreal was silent for a moment, lost in her own thoughts. "Well, I'm afraid I'm not much use to you then. I can think of a hundred ways to kill a man, but deciphering dreams? Not my department. I'll let you know if I think of anything though."

"Thank you Surreal. Now, I think it's time you went off to bed. I'm tired, so I'm sure you will be too." Saetan stood up and stretched.

"Good night then Saetan. And don't stay up all night thinking. If Jaenelle and Daemon can't come up with a meaning, then you don't have a hope in Hell."

"Thanks for the support Surreal, I really appreciate it," he said with a grimace. "Good night." Surreal quickly kissed Saetan on the cheek, then disappeared out the room. "Looks like this place is rubbing off on her too," he chuckled. "And that's saying something." With a flick of his hand he put out the fire in the fireplace, and set off up to his own room and his well-earned sleep.

A/N: Well folks, that's chapter 3 done. I would really appreciate it if you could send me a review sometime (HINT: the button is to your bottom left!) Its always nice to know that someone goes to the trouble of reading your stories! Til next time, love lyradaemon