AN: Hello and welcome to my new readers and to all who have stuck with the story thus far! And an extra special thank you to all who have left me a review! It really means a lot to me when I hear from you guys. ;) This fic is nearly done.. I have another two or three chapters planned to wrap it up. It will be slow going though as my Fall Semester class start tomorrow (And I have a pretty crazy busy schedule) X_X Bear with my slowness my lovelies, and share the story if ya think someone might like it! -AR

Warning for Jade's nightmare


Dave passed out pretty quickly once he got into a semi-comfortable position in his chair, which was only a slight challenge. He'd fallen asleep in his beloved chair many times before when pulling all-nighters to finish games on his Xbox, or lyrics to his sick beats. The only complication to sleeping in it now was that he'd grown a lot since he'd received it at 13. His dream-self woke as he slipped into REM. As usual, tunes began to orchestrate themselves in his head… he wrote, re-wrote, and mixed a number of songs. What wasn't normal was this feeling of being watched. He looked up from his turntables and pivoted to see a girl in a spring dress sitting on his bed, flipping through pages of music spread on there. She looked up at him. Piercing green eyes seemed to bore into him, and he felt kind of uncomfortable with her going through his unfinished stuff. He stared back at her, frozen in place by her searching gaze.


Swirls of colour and pounding noise greeted Jade when she finally fell to sleep. She floated right down into the chaotic club she was dragged from earlier that evening. Everything was blurred, the colours so unnaturally saturated it made her feel ill. Black forms swarmed about her, rushing to and fro. Her mind vaguely registered that those were people. She glanced around, confused… and lost. A drink suddenly appeared in her hand and she looked at it, surprised. Cautiously she sniffed it. It was her favorite margarita… she took a drink. When her lips pulled away, the cup burst into a white powder which ran through her fingers. Jade jumped in surprise, and then a pounding headache took hold of her. She cried out in pain and began to collapse. Before she could hit the ground she felt herself be snatched up suddenly around the middle. Her head spun from the sudden movement and she heard dark laughter echo in her head. She shivered at the sound, fear rising in her mind as the shadowy figure continued to carry her away into darkness. She felt scared… oh so scared, and she had never been afraid of the dark.

"Please put me down."

Her voice shook from the force of the figure's steps. He only laughed in return and continued to run through the darkness. Jade began to writhe, in attempt to free herself from his grasp. He only gripped her tighter around the middle, squeezing her so tightly that she gasped, the air rushing from her lungs; she was stuck over his shoulder. She felt a hand begin wandering up her legs, roving up her thighs and backside with rough strokes. She shrieked and began kicking her legs. The hand was removed, but she was flung to the ground. Her head smacked painfully against the ground and she saw stars. Once her head stopped ringing, Jade moved to get up but found herself paralyzed. She stared in horror, blood running cold; the figure loomed above her, his silhouette standing out against the surrounding darkness. Panicking, crying silently for escape, she lay there helplessly on the cold surface. Another chuckle sounded and she felt something groping at her breast. It caressed her roughly, pinching and prodding at her through her clothes. The hand was joined by another, both pressing into her sides and stomach, over her thighs, then moved down to the ends of her dress, and yanked it up. Fingers crept up her shivering thighs to the band of her panties, and took hold of them just below her navel, before ripping them off her body. Jade whimpered, tears beginning to stream down her face as she lay there like a rag doll, motionless as the figure pinched her inner thighs and spread her legs. In her head, screams of despair rang.

'Oh god, please stop. Please, please please! Somebody! Somebody please! Help! Help me! Someone please help me!'

Jade felt him press against her core just as she managed to emit a ragged scream.

The shout was so intense it jarred her senses and shattered the dream. Light overcame the darkness as her eyes snapped open. Everything around her blurred in the faint light. Slowly she brought her trembling hand up to her face and brushed her cheek.

'Wet…'

She was crying. Lying, curled on her side, she began to try and calm herself down from the nightmare. After a few moments of breathing and reassuring herself it was just a dream, she shakily moved her arms underneath her, and slowly pushed herself up, staring blankly at her hands. Her hair fell about her in tangles as she slowly rose to a sitting position. She kept her hands on the bed, hunched over as she stared at the unfamiliar bedcovers beneath her. Her fingers flexed against the soft fabric, as she stared, puzzled.

"What…"

A faint whisper croaked from her throat and she looked around the dim room slowly with uneasiness in her gut. Unfamiliar posters and pictures on the wall, a complex looking machine, sheets of music, a desk… Her eyes continued to roam around the room, passing over the partly open door to bookshelves along the wall facing her. A bolt of shock went through her body as her eyes beheld a guy draped over a bright red butterfly chair, completely zonked out. She sat there, staring at him with growing fear, until something in her brain clicked.

"Oh…"

She breathed a surprised quip, her racing heart slowing.

'It's … '

She closed her eyes, face scrunching up in concentration, fighting for the blonde's name. Her green eyes opened and stared at him as the name came to her.

"Dave."


He finally got fed up with the staring contest.

"Who are you?"

The raven- haired girl opened her mouth as if to answer, but closed it and remained silent.

Dave was confused and perturbed by the strange girl's silence, and because of the itching feeling in his head that he knew her. He turned back to his music, to collect himself a bit. There was a growing pain in the back of his neck. He knew her… but from where? He massaged his neck as he thought, then turned back to the girl. Dave jumped and yelped. The girl was inches from his face, green eyes drilling into him.

In the waking world, Dave inhaled sharply as he awoke suddenly. Aches followed soon after he gained consciousness, and he cracked his neck as he began to sit up. Something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. He about jumped through the ceiling when he saw the same green eyes staring at him.

"Oh! Hey."

His voice was thick with sleep when he spoke in surprise. Of course he knew her! She was the girl that got drugged at the club, and then he brought her to his apartment.

'What was her name again?'

He shuffled through names in his mind.

'It started with a 'J'…'

Dave sat up to stretch, back cracking, and glanced to see the girl's gaze hadn't wavered. She still must be waking up too.

'Jane? No… Joey? Joanne? Jennifer? No, no, no… uh.'

He glanced at her wide sleepy eyes.

'Bright green… Jade! Jade green!'

Relieved that he now remembered her name, he finished stretching then turned to her and drawled.

"Mornin'… "

Her mouth opened, and a dry rasp came out. She blushed and cleared her throat, then spoke again, softly.

"Good morning…"