Hi! Sorry for the late update. I've been busy. Prom and all. Anyway, here's chapter three!

-Coleswagger14

Warm, gentle hands shifted short, black bangs out of the shorter's face.

"Z-Zeyn..."

A light blush spread along Cale's tan face. The blond across from her smiled, "Cale, why has no one ever told you that you are stunning?" The blush turned into a plaster of sweat and heat along the face and neck of the latter. Cale could feel her body start shaking. something was wrong. Deadly wrong. This shouldn't be- no, this was exactly what she wanted. This was perfect.

She could feel two arms wrapping around her muscular waist, pulling her body closer to Zeyn. "Mmm..." She tucked her head under the latter's neck, throwing her arms around the thin shoulders in an embrace.

Fire shot through her body. She couldn't stand the distance anymore. With a quick twist of her figure, she fell backwards onto the hard ground. Zeyn let out a squeak as she toppled on top of her, and their lips crashed against each other's. Both let out a moan, and it quickly escalated into a passionate, hungry fight for dominance. She felt a hand grip the hem of her shirt, and a cry as she bucked up at the body bent over her.

A lot of sloppy, wet kisses were laid to her body in various places, and all she could do was pant, and moan as it continued.

Cale jolted awake. What had all that been about?! That wasn't right. No, Definitely not. Zeyn had been all over the place in that dream. Why Zeyn? What right did the platinum blonde female have that she had found her way into Cale's nighttime restings?

She glanced over to the open panel that joined their rooms. The tall teen was deep in slumber. Soft breathing, and the occasional moan were heard from her, but nothing more.

"It's okay. It's okay." She told herself. She turned her head to the open window and gazed out into the moonlit courtyard.

Cale suddenly heard the soft pit pat of small feet against the cold tiles in the monastery. Her ears twitched, and she struggled to locate the origin of the sound. It came again, louder this time. Finally, to her horror, a figure finally appeared near the shadows of the west wall. It's body was maimed and shredded, and it's face was a mash-up of scales, brunt flesh, and torn skin. Its eyes were hardly even eyes. Small, pinpricks of pupils sat in the middle of pure yellow irises and what should have been the whites of their eyes were the same substance.

The adrenaline kicked into her body, and it was all she could do to keep from screaming in terror. Instead, she gave a swallow, then silently tiptoed over to the sleeping form of her teammate.

"Zeyn! Zeyn, wake up!" She whispered urgently, shaking the tall figure in front of her. Zeyn woke with a start, and Cale slapped a hand to the pale lips to stop the yell from exiting the blonde's mouth.

"Don't say a word." The ebony haired girl yanked her friend up, pulling her fervently to the window to point to the ghostly being.

Zeyn's ice blue eyes widened in shock, and she hurried back to where Cale stood gripping her head, trying to rid her mind of the memory. Trying to delete the picture from her mind.

"Cale, it will be alright. Do not worry."

The Italian laughed harshly, "Don't worry? Seriously? There's a demon out there and you're telling me DON'T WORRY?!"

Zeyn gave a soft sigh, "You are hallucinating. There is nothing there. Come," she took the tan hand in her own and led her to the window, "Look."

Cale shook her head as she saw the figure still standing there, "It's there! Why can't you see it?!" The latter clenched a fist, "I would be able to see 'it' if 'it' was real. There is nothing. Nothing, and no one. You are not seeing correctly."

The shorter slipped down the wall to the floor, holding her head.

"Cale-" Zeyn stopped.

It was useless trying to change the girl's mind anyway. Instead, she took a seat behind the muscular body, pulling the smaller female into her lap; rocking their bodies side to side as one would a young child.

Cale was sniffling. Yet, as she felt Zeyn's chest against her back, she leaned into the embrace, setting her head at the thin shoulder near her face. She felt a soft kiss to her hair, and a tiny moan flitted from her lips.

"Zeyn," she murmured, "I like that."

Zeyn's body shook slightly with suppressed laughter, "You like that?" This earned a nod, so the blonde laid more kisses to the younger's neck. Cale couldn't help but sigh every time those pale lips were pressed to her skin. Eventually, she felt a tiny nip to her shoulder, and turned in time to see Zeyn lay a kiss directly to her mouth.

Her first impulse was to back away and slap the girl, but rather than that option, she kissed back. Soft moans escaped both ninja in training. Little squeaks when one of them bit the other's lips. Snickers, and roaming hands.

At last, after a heated finish of licks, they parted.

Well? Drama much? Told you guys I was gonna make these two canon! And for the mysterious demon... He's gonna be very important later on. Again, Sorry for the late update. I'm super busy. I've got several stories I'm working on all at one time, and then add school, homework, my part-time job, and then my books, and music to work on. It's been quite a ride these last few months. Anyways, I hope you loved this chapter! Review, like, follow! :)

-Coleswagger14