Note: If it isn't clear by now...I don't own Blizzard or World of Warcraft. I enjoy playing the game but it's not mine. I don't make any money off this story.

Warning: This chapter has an involuntary sexual situation. By 'involuntary' I mean: Not rape, but close. I know, I've a warped mind, but I really think it belongs there. If you don't want to read it, skip over the italic text and continue reading from there. We can suffice it to say she has a nightmare that involved Darreek.

Please review. I really would appreciate constructive criticism. Let me know how I can improve! Thanks, and I hope you enjoy! ^.^

It was pitch black. The stars shone brightly in the night sky. Even the bright orb at the top of Crown Guard tower seemed a bit dimmer.

She heard him calling to her. The warrior's voice beckoning her forward. He was distant, above her as she walked up the hill towards the tower. Shielding her eyes against the orb's light, Jinny scanned the top of the stone structure. Even if the orb seemed dimmer at night, it still was bright enough to pain the eyes. She squinted against the brightness, struggling to find her warrior.

"Mage! Mage! Come on! I want to show you something. Come here!" There was laughter in his voice. She hesitated, but only for a moment. Slowly, she moved forward, heading towards the door to the tower's interior stairs. Her feet were moving of their own accord. She felt as if she were floating, hardly moving at all.

"Mage! Mage! Come on!" he called.

The mage opened her mouth to call back, but all that issued from her lips was a hoarse, rasped whisper. She closed her mouth and swallowed, trying once again. For a second time, all that came out was a breathy whisper. Her eyebrows scrunched together. What was wrong with her? Why couldn't she call out? She wanted so badly for him to hear her, to know that she was near. She sighed. It must be the night air. She must have gotten a sore throat from the chill of the night. That must be why she couldn't talk. That sounded good...except, her throat didn't hurt.

She shrugged mentally and kept following his voice. Her eyes studied the steps before her. That's strange. She looked behind her, head tilting to the side as she confirmed her suspicions. She had nearly made it to the top of the tower. The fleeting thought that she'd only just reached the bottom of the tower not a moment ago flitted across her mind. Determined to reach the top, she lifted her foot and placed it on the last set of small staircases that led to the open top floor.

A cool breeze kissed her skin and pulled at her hair when she stepped out onto the platform. The soft, woody aroma of a campfire wafted on the air. As long as she didn't look towards the center of the platform, she didn't have a need to shield her eyes.

"Mage," came the soft, silky voice right next to her ear. She jumped, startled, but smiled softly.

"Someone ought to sew a bell onto your ear." Her smile quickly turned to a frown. There wasn't any sound to her words. Somehow, from behind her, he seemed to know what she'd said. A low, gritty chuckle washed over her ear and sent an electric shiver down her spine.

"But, then, what fun would that be?" came the voice. Her breath caught in her throat as his hot, moist tongue flicked against the lobe of her ear. Strong, hard arms encircled her waist, pulling her to him. The solid mass behind her was rippling with pent up energy. Her stomach fluttered, doing somersaults that twisted her insides. He squeezed her gently, lightly tilting her head to the side to feather kisses against the soft indent just below and behind her ear, trailing his gentle lips down her neck to her shoulder. He stopped, burying his face in the tender nook where her collar bone dipped to reveal her speeding pulse. A large, powerful hand slid across her stomach, leaving a fiery trail as it moved. Its partner moving oppositely, changing directions and grazing down her side over the soft curve of her hip. She let out a quiet gasp as he ground his loins against her backside, showing her his need.

She blushed deeply, earning her another deep chuckle next to her ear. Her insides quivered and fire screamed through her blood, pooling low in the very center of her core. He kissed her neck again, slowly moving along her shoulder while the hand that spread flat across her stomach meandered up to possess her breast, making her breath hitch. Leisurely, he kneaded her with his right hand even as his left came up and around her hips, pulling them back into his once more. Once again, he buried his head into the crook of her shoulder, kissing the supple skin at the base of her neck. A quiet moan escaped her lips.

Turning her gently, he placed his hand around her waist, drawing her close. She looked up at him through her lashes and blushed. He smiled down at her, the fel of his eyes roiling beneath his brows. The warrior, her warrior, leaned down as he reached a hand to bury it in her hair at the back of her head. He barely touched her lips with his own. A quick brush. Then another. And another. Her stomach fluttered when his lips crashed into hers, causing her head to swim and the blood to rush in her ears. She melted against him, nearly collapsing, her knees were so weak. The warrior caught her, grasping her bottom firmly and enticing another pleasantly startled gasp from her full lips. A wide grin crossed his face as he hovered above her lips. His mouth dropped onto hers, moving so painfully slowly. She uttered a muted whimper, which seemed all the encouragement he needed. His lips ground against hers, gently sucking on her bottom lip and nipping it lightly. The need between them seemed so thick she could barely breathe. The girl yelped when his large hands wrapped around the tops of her thighs and lifted her, guiding her legs to drape them around his waist. He carried her to the side of the platform, kissing the mage all the while. Plundering her lips, kneading her backside. She, returning his fervor, parting her lips as his tongue flicked, dipping and thrusting against hers. Finally, her back pressed against cold stone. He thrust his hips into hers, his erection weighing heavily along her thigh.

Their kisses intensified, the both of them reaching, searching for bare skin. His right hand slid up her thigh, pooling the skirt of her robes at her waist, while his left hand pulled at the fastenings on the bodice, making quick work of them. Her quiet gasp turned into a low moan as his head dropped to her breast, suckling the tender buds of her nipples.

"Jin'ala," he moaned into her neck when he finally relented his assault on her breasts. The unfamiliarity of her proper name on his lips sounded strange. So strange, in fact, that she stiffened instantly. Something was not right.

"Wh-what did you say?" she hesitated.

He stopped his exploration of her neck to bring his mouth to her ear, nibbling the lobe as a low chuckle rumbled from his chest. "Jin'ala," he repeated.

"But, you never call..." Her protest was interrupted when he sent her senses swimming once more as he took possession of her mouth. Roguishly pressing into her, his tongue smashing against hers, leaving her breathless.

He tore his mouth away, caressing her collar bone with feather-like kisses that left fire in their wake. "Jinny," he breathed before dipping his head to graze her swollen lips.

Her hands against his chest stopped him and he looked at her with questioning eyes. The roiling fel of them growing so dark they were turning black.

"I...y-you never call me 'Jinny'..." she stammered. "Wha-what is wrong with your eyes?" She dropped her legs from his waist, but ended up dangling there, her toes barely touching the ground as he still held her tight.

The laugh that issued from him started as a low growl and slowly grumbled into a deep chuckle. The chuckle grew into a guttural laugh that could be called hearty and almost jovial. But this was different than any thing she'd heard from him. This isn't the way he laughed. It didn't wash over her. Where was the warmth? This was cold, malicious. Almost like... Her eyes widened as she recognized the laugh as the one from earlier. From before she'd gone to bed.

"Who-who are you?" she asked, mouthing the words as she struggled against him, trying desperately to cover her exposed skin. He continued administering kisses to her neck as he nonchalantly pushed her hands out of the way, sliding one of his own up her thigh and around her backside, brushing her nether lips with a single finger, making her breath catch in her throat.

"What are you talking about? I'm Darreek," he laughed, low and menacing while his finger traced tiny, lazy circles on the very center of her core.

"No, no, no..." she squirmed, trying to protest without the use of her voice. Her hands attempted to shove him away, but he pushed into her even harder, his own hands grasping hers and trapping them to her sides. She wriggled in his embrace, frantically turning and twisting in a useless attempt to escape. Jinny took a deep, shattered breath, striving for calm, concentrating on her very center. Pooling her power. Building it. Focusing it into a simple point of energy. A ball of blue light emanated from her middle, intensifying as her lips moved in silent chanting. Her face turning skyward as her head jerked and her eyes flew open, glowing a deep azure. She released the explosion of arcane energy, a sharp burst of light temporarily blinding her. She blinked, forcing through the side effects of her spell. Her body tingling, her ears ringing from the expression of energy. It was a moment before she realized he was still crushed against her. Jin'ala closed her eyes to begin the spell anew.

The laughter stopped her, tearing her from her concentration. "Go ahead, Jin'ala. Try again. I like it when you..." he looked down at her, an evil grin stretching across his face, his eyes nothing but dark voids where the glowing orbs should be. She fought against him, inadvertently sliding her body against his. His features twisted in pleasure, sinking his face into her hair. He growled the rest of his sentence. "...struggle." He chuckled, deep and low as she completely lost her mind to fear. "Yes..." he moaned. "Jin'ala. Struggle for me... Beg me to let you go..."

She did. Soundlessly mouthing the words. Trying in vain to scream at the top of her lungs. "No! No! Please! Let me go!" He held her tightly as she wriggled futilely in his grasp. She screamed, terrified as she became aware that he had transferred one of her hands to clench it with the other, effectively pinning both behind her back with one of his own, only to reach between them to untie his pants. She kept screaming, faintly grasping that she could hear it now. Her scream grew louder the longer she yelled. Finally, she heard it fully now as she squeezed her eyes shut.

Her scream woke her. Someone was holding her. Arms around her shoulders. She looked up into the face that had held her in her dream. She shrieked, shoving him, scrambling away and cowering in a corner. She pulled her wand out and pointed it at him.

"Whoa, whoa!" he yelled, holding up his hands in surrender. She sat there, curled up in a tight little ball, trembling with terror, tears streaming down her cheeks, breath coming in broken sobs. He took a step forward, his confusion unmistakable.

"Stop!" she screeched. "Don't come near me! Not again!" Her free hand flew to her bodice, fingers flying over the fastenings to make sure they were closed. She tugged the skirt of her robe tightly under her feet. Jinny trained her wand on him, forcing herself to calm down in case she needed to cast.

"Mage," he said patiently. Her wide eyes shot to his. "It's me. It's Warrior."

She straightened, her eyes narrowing. "W-what did you say?"

"I said, 'It's me'," he shrugged, not understanding.

"No, after that..."

He looked around. "Um...'It's Warrior'?" Darreek took a tentative step towards her. "It's OK," he said softly. "It was just a dream."

Relief washed over her face and she lowered her wand, crumbling into a heap of tears. He was at her side in an instant, cradling her in his arms as she sobbed the terrible nightmare away. She buried her face in his chest as he stroked her hair.

"Now, now, Mage. It's alright. It's all over now. You're safe." He murmured encouragement to her even after the tears had dried up and her breathing evened out. "There, better?" he asked looking down at her. What he saw made him chuckle softly. Her hair a mess of tangles, her mouth slack and slightly open, and she looked more beautiful than ever sleeping peacefully in his arms. He tried and failed to cast away the warmth curling around his chest, making it feel as though it would explode. Carefully, Darreek pulled a blanket from the bed mat and gently covered them both. He smiled to himself as he closed his eyes and drifted to sleep. It'll be nice to wake with her in his arms in the morning.

Her neck hurt. And what, in the name of the Light, was that terrible choking sound? She fought the sleepiness that kept her eyes closed. Besides, who could sleep through that racket? She opened her eyes and looked around. They were still in the dilapidated remnants of the house. The fire had died during he night and she was laying against...

She twisted her neck to look up at him, instantly regretting it. Jinny winced, quickly pulling a hand to her neck to massage the offending muscles. What she saw made her chuckle softly. His head tilted to an unnatural angle, mouth slack and slightly open (accounting for the snoring), and never quite as wonderful as he was, holding her in his large, protective arms. This was really nice, waking up in his arms. She smiled, snickering quietly to herself as she snuggled into his chest. Well...except for the snoring. But that can be fixed, she grinned, with a silencing spell.

"Something funny, Mage?" came a low, sleep-filled voice. It was sultry and warm, melting over her and startling her slightly. She smiled into the blanket as she pulled it tighter around her, nodding.

"Aye, Warrior," she responded, a sleepy smile coloring her voice. "You snore... Loudly."

He scoffed playfully. "Do not. It was just a figment of your imagination." She twisted her neck again, wincing only a little less than last time. "Sore neck?" he asked, reaching up to work the muscle. "There. Better?" he inquired when he felt the muscle loosen.

"Aye," she nodded. "Thank you." She smiled lazily up at him.

Darreek returned her sleepy grin with his own lopsided smile. By the Light, he could get used to this. She realized she was staring. She blushed and sat up, untangling herself from his arms.

"No, Mage," he said, tugging her back into his arms. "It's not time to get up yet."

She squeaked a surprised laugh, giggling as he encircled her, pulling the blanket around them. The Warrior looked down at her, grinning as color splashed across her cheeks.

"What?" she said, feeling the fire burning on her face.

"You know, you're beautiful..."

She interrupted him with a dismissive wave of her hand. "...when I blush. Yes," she sighed. "I know." She smiled shyly. "You tell me that all the …."

Her sentence was cut short when he dropped his head to brush his lips against hers. His face hovered above hers for a moment as he studied her reaction. Her eyes wide, she looked scared. He questioned her with a look.

Images from her dream flashed through her mind and she tensed. She knew it wasn't the same man, but she couldn't help it. He frightened her.

"Are you alright?"

She blinked, pushing herself up. "Uh...yeah." She sighed once she'd put distance between them.

"Are you sure?"

She nodded. "Aye, Warrior." Jinny started rolling up her bed mat. "We should get moving. We're burning daylight."

He nodded agreement, sighing inwardly. He hadn't meant to frighten her.