DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN; THE WONDERFULLY TALENTED KIM HARRISON DOES!

RPOV

"Okay," I said cautiously.

Trent ran a hand through his hair nervously, looking as if he'd just sucked on a sour lemon. "I had a dream that Ku'Sox cut you, Rachel, right on your hip."

"Are you pissing on my daisies?" Jenks said the same moment I asked, "Come again?"

Trent grimaced, "Look, I understand it seems foolish, but that's all I can come up with at the moment."

"At the moment," I mimicked him, "Are you saying that you think Ku'Sox did this to me?"

Jenks flew to Trent, yelling, "Are you saying that you think that freak is alive!" Some of his kids were peeking in the kitchen, and Jenks gave a frustrated whine of his wings and they hid themselves, whispering amongst each other. Bis's face showed his terror. It had been a bitch trying to kill him in the first place. If he was indeed still alive . . . A chill went through my body.

"I'm not saying that," Trent barked, and Jenks put his feet on the counter, "I'm saying I had a dream and I think it's connected to Rachel getting an injury the same way as in my dream."

I didn't know how I was supposed to feel. I agreed with Trent that it seemed like a pretty strong coincidence, but I was doubtful. How can Trent having a dream have anything to do with me getting hurt in my sleep? "What happened in your dream, Trent?" I asked skeptically, not really willing to put it all on that just yet.

Trent hung his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. It looked as if he really didn't want to share with the rest of the class. I crossed my arms and raised my eyebrows. Jenks buzzed his wings. Belle's small head was looking down at Trent, her tiny features bunched up in annoyance. Bis hopped on my shoulder, wrapping his tail across my back and wrapping around my arm. I padded his foot in comfort.

The elf looked up, pausing at our fierce expressions. Sighing, he finally said, "Rachel and I were horse-back riding in my forest when you were knocked over by Ku'Sox. He paralyzed us both and . . ." Trent cleared his throat, and continued, "He began whispering something in your ear, but I wasn't able to hear what exactly it was he was telling you, and I don't think that you understood either. He touched your . . . body and your cheek. Then his hand turned into a bird's foot and he slashed your hip. Your scream is what woke me," he finished. His eyes met mine briefly, then he hid behind his coffee.

I couldn't help but feel flattered he'd dreamt of me, though it sucked troll turds that I got hurt. It felt as if he was leaving some things out, though. I shrugged that feeling aside; if it was important, he'd tell us.

Jenks's rose a few inches, "That's it?"

"That's it," Trent declared. I thought back to when I was awakened.

Frowning, I asked Trent, "You said Ku'Sox was telling me something? And he touched my cheek?"

All eyes turned my way, but I focused on Trent's. I saw anger and fear in the green depths of his eyes. Anger that I was hurt, and fear to whether Ku'Sox was alive or not. That bastard had kidnapped Lucy, killed Ceri and Pierce, and made Trent his familiar. I understood his fear. And his anger.

"Yes. Why?" he questioned me, a blond eyebrow high.

"Before whatever the turn had cut me, I felt as if someone was whispering to me and they were touching my cheek." I said, and Jenks buzzed his wings again.

"Tink's titties, why didn't you tell me, Rache?" he asked.

Biting my lip, I muttered, "Because I hadn't remembered until Trent told us his little dream."

"Is that all?" Trent asked me.

Bis spoke up for the first time, saying, "Her underwear and pants weren't ripped at all."

"Yeah, but Rachel doesn't wear pants when she sleeps," Jenks said, "so it's only odd that her black panties weren't ripped. Too bad you weren't here earlier to see her in those, Trent, you would have loved those if you liked the ones that she's wearing right now." I felt my cheeks turn red, but I looked Trent and he was even redder; his blush was spreading all the way to his ears and neck.

"Ah, okay," Trent said, " Your underwear weren't ripped?" I felt like laughing at the way he said that.

"Yeah," I chuckled, "they weren't." Trent frowned, probably thinking I was laughing at him. I kinda was, but I wasn't it doing it in a mean kind of way.

"I wonder why that is-s-s," Belle mused out loud from atop my hanging spell pots.

"Maybe whoever it was was feeling up on you, Rache," Jenks suggested. Bis gave a throaty laugh.

"Nothing is adding up," Trent said. I agreed with him.

Feeling a tickling in my belly, I said, "I know Ku'Sox is dead. Otherwise, the demons would be going nuts. Especially Newt." I covered my neck with my hand when I felt a moist heat there. The distantly familiar ache in my lower belly made me pause.

What the hell is that? I wondered, my knees beginning to weaken.

Bis hopped off my shoulder as he felt me wobble. "Rachel?" he questioned, touching my hand. I couldn't answer him. It felt as if my body was on fire, but it didn't hurt. It felt great, actually.

I jerked when that warmth began to pinch at my neck, feeling as if someone was sucking on my skin. The warmth began to go south, like hands were traveling down my sides and they were settling on my backside, gripping me fiercely. Knowing my face was probably a bright red, I gasped, "Excuse me," and limped to my bathroom.

If Trent hadn't grabbed my hand, I would have anyways. "Rachel, what's going on?" he demanded.

"I don't know," I whispered, grabbing his arm tightly when my chi gave a pulse.

"Rachel, are you tapping a line?" Trent asked, quickly tapping into Newt's line.

"No." I panted, feeling the warmth leave my neck and press against my lips. Oh, God help me, I think someone was kissing me. The pressure retreated, only to return on my neck and suck at it harder then before. I yelped when whatever in the turn it was bit me.

"Rache!" Jenks howled, flying to my neck, "you have a tink-blasted hickey!" Trent grabbed my chin and lifted my head up at him. His eyes were wide in shock as they gaped at the sore spot on my neck.

A low moan escaped my lips when I felt a pulling on my chi, then a delicate pushing. It felt like a power-pull, but not like anything I've ever done before. The line energy kept building in my chi, too much of what a witch can control. It made the power-pull Marshall and I had done look like a peck on a cheek. My balance was lost when the energy retreated and it blazed from where my bottom was being mysteriously held and the "lips" on my neck.

Trent caught me and swung me into his arms, moving God knows where. My eyes shut tightly and I threw an arm around his shoulders, the other grabbing a fistful of baby fine hair. Burying my face into Trent's neck, I cried out as I felt something enter me. My legs squeezed themselves shut, but that didn't seem to matter. The unknown presence pushed into me harder, and I cried out anew.

I felt my body tilting, feeling a cushioning something on my back. My eyes opened and I stared into Trent's eyes. He was lowering me on my bed, leaving me there. The soft moans coming from me wouldn't stop so that I can yell at Trent to do something. He sat beside me and I turned on my side, hiding my face against his thigh. Hands touched my back, trying to pull me from him, but I held on, screaming into Trent's leg.

"Do something!" I heard a small voice yell through the pounding of my head. Line energy was burning up in me from where I was penetrated and my lips.

"I don't know what's going on!" a beautiful voice screeched, "Rachel, can you hear me?"

When I didn't answer it, I was torn from what I held on to. Trent looked panicked when I forcefully opened my eyes. "Yes," I moaned, turning my head to the side.

Jenks flew to my line of sight, looking like he just swallowed a stink bug. "Rache! Tell us what is happening to you, or I swear on Tink's dildo that I will pix you every hour until I turn to dust!"

"I don't know," I panted, then moaning louder when Trent moved his body on top of mine to look at my face, seeing as his hands were preoccupied from holding mine from touching him and myself.

Feeling one final push inside me, I screamed, climaxing. I thrashed into Trent and he sat up away from me. My hands found my comforter, and the sexual high I had dissipated into a content warmness in my bones and skin.

"My itchy- witch," A masculine voice whispered into my ear, disappearing as abruptly as it had come.

"Rache?" Jenks asked quietly.

I sat up, my muscles feeling like jelly. "Yeah, I'm okay." I sighed.

"What in the hell happened to you?" Jenks yelled, standing at the front of my bed.

Trent stood, shifting the bed, and looked at me hesitantly. "Rachel, what were you screaming for?"

I froze, looking at him then at Jenks. Oh. My. God. I just orgasmed in front of them! And I don't even know who had been my . . . partner in the act!

My horror plastered on my face, I stammered, "Ah, I, ah, think, I . . ." I trailed my incoherent sentence. I was mortified. In front of Trent, of all people!

Jenks buzzed his wings, "It sounded like you were being boinked, Rachel."

"Ahh, I think I was." I whispered, touching my lips and remembering the feel of the pressure on them. What the hell! Tucking a curl behind my ear, I carefully scooted off my bed. My cut gave a pulse of pain and I slowed my pace. Trent gave me a hand up, but he kept his eyes averted from me. Who could blame him? "Thanks, Trent." I said, then walked out of my room and to kitchen, briefly wondering where Bis had gone.

"No worries," Trent said, following me. "And if you don't mind, will you please explain what just happened to you?"

I AM NOT SURE IF THIS CHAPTER SHOULD BE RATED "M" BUT OKAY. NEXT CHAPTER SOON TO COME!;]