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TPOV

I followed Rachel into her kitchen, keeping her slow pace. My mind was still on Rachel and how she was screaming in bliss. The Goddess help me, I had gotten a bit hot myself watching her. The way she had held onto my leg made me regretful that Rachel wasn't in an intimate position with me. Though I know I have certain duties to my species, I have looked through all alternatives in which I can be with Rachel, but all I got was I'd have to put myself before my species and get into a custody battle with Ellasbeth. I wouldn't dare put Lucy in such a stressing situation, therefore, Rachel and I can't be together. Besides, I don't think Rachel would think it was a good idea. I'm not even sure if she even likes me, and I'm way past that, seeing as I am in love her.

Rachel stood at her counter, picking up her mug and taking a long gulp. I reached for my own, and copied her large drink. Jenks was standing on the counter with his hands on his hips and legs spread wide. Bis was perched on the fridge; he hadn't come with us when I took Rachel to her bed. He was Rachel's gargoyle and can slightly sense her emotions when near her, so he'd probably felt what Rachel had felt and maybe felt grossed out. Rachel said he was a few years shy of being fifty. He was a child, and what happened to Rachel must of given him a fright.

"Rachel," Jenks prodded.

The demoness in question lifted her head, her cheeks holding an attractive coloring of red. "Um, I guess it's safe to say that Trent's dream theory is a pretty good bet." she muttered, her embarrassment clear in her quiet voice.

"Really?" I asked with my brows high, and putting down my mug, " And how's that so?"

Her red curls covered her face when she hung her head. "I heard . . . someone speaking to me after . . . that." she said.

"Who's?" I pressed, because it was damn obvious that she knew who.

"Al's," she whispered," At least I think it was him. He called me 'Itchy witch' and only Al calls me that. And they had a british accent like him."

My shoulders stiffened, and Jenks went frantic, screeching," Al! As in your demon teacher, Al?"

"Yeah."

"Tink's titties!" Jenks yelled, buzzing in circles between Rachel and myself, "Al has sex dreams of you, Rache!"

My stomach turned, and I felt like gagging. I knew Rachel's demon liked her, but oh God, that's digusting. "Are you sure it was him?" I asked with a fist to my mouth to keep my bile from rising.

"Yes!" Rachel answered loudly," He called me 'itchy witch'!"

"Maybe you should call him, Rachel," came Bis's voice from the fridge.

As one, we turned to him. That wasn't such a good idea. Jenks flew to him. "What kind of an idea is that?" he berated at Bis, echoing my thoughts, " You want her to call him when he's horny!"

I tried to hide my nervous guffaw, but it was still heard through the silence. Bis turned black as night, retorting, "Well, have you got anything?"

"She should quit being his fucking student, is what she should do," Jenks came back with.

"I second that," I said.

"Shut up and leave him alone," Rachel snapped, then told Bis in a gentle tone, "I think it's a good idea, too, Bis."

"No," Jenks and I said together.

Rachel took out her scarring mirror, a light reflecting on her face. "I didn't ask for permission." she said hotly. She placed her fingers on the mirror before Jenks or I could refuse. I felt a tweak in the line out back when she tapped into it. Her hair blew in a breeze only she felt, and a daunting shadow appeared around her.

Her eyes closed as she called Algaliarept. With her beautiful face pinched in discomfort, she whispered, "Incoming call, pick up, you son of a bastard."

"Rache," Jenks whined, returning from visiting Bis, and bringing the kid with him. They landing on the counter, causing my hair to shift in front of my eyes. I tucked them behind my ears, my fingers grazing the pointed egde of them.

"Good morning to you, too, Al," Rachel said dryly, " I need to ask you something." She paused, listening to whatever her demon teacher was telling her. "Oh yeah?" she asked snottily, " And what were you dreaming about?" Another pause, then, " Liar. Look, Al, I need to ask you something." Pause. "What the hell do you mean,' no'!" Rachel hissed. Pause. "You're my teacher! You're supposed to answer my questions!" Pause. "Well, forgive me," she said with false sincerity, "I didn't realize we had a schedule to maintain." Pause. "Go turn yourself, Al!" Pause. "Fine, then I'll just ask Newt!" Pause. "She might give me answers, that's why." Pause. "Okay, then, maybe I'll give Dali a ring?" Pause. "You can't forbide me!" Pause. "Exactly!" Rachel huffed, annoyed," You're my teacher! So answer my question and then you can go back having sick dreams starring me!" Pause. "Oh, you know damn well what I mean." Pause. "Why the hell do you think I called you?" Pause. "Trent, Bis, and Jenks." Pause. "Don't be an ass, Al," she said exasperated. Pause. "Do you know of a charm or curse that can turn dreams into reality?" Pause. "Excuse me?" Pause.

Then she looked at us, shocked. "Al's pulling me across." And then she vanished with a pop.

"Rachel!" I cried out reaching for her a moment to late. My hands grabbed at empty air. Tapping a line, I prepared to summon her.

"Don't!" Jenks shouted, flying to my face. "We'll summon her back in a hour. Al won't hurt her."

Bis jumped on my shoulder, surprising me out of my irrational mind. "She'll be fine." he said confidently. I thought back to last year when I removed the silver bracelet that cut her off from the lines and demon collective. I'd discovered Algaliarept had a crush on Rachel when she'd asked for his well-being. Yeah, he wouldn't hurt her. For his sake, he better not hurt her.

AL'S POV

Algaliarept lay in his student's bed, his thoughts on his latest sexual dream of her. What the fuck was the matter with him? It just made things complicated for their working relationship. It would be easier if he didn't have fucken feelings for her, but of course, he did. He liked her red curly hair; it reminded him of the sun. He liked her soft, pale skin; it reminded him of the fog that had once shaded his species from the sun. He liked her green eyes; it reminded him of the thick forests the ever after used to be. He loved her feisty attitude; it reminded him of his sisters and his mother. He loved her innocence; it reminded him what his species once were. Most disturbing was he loved her.

Al knew if she had a clue, she would demand for a new teacher, and all that was left was Newt and Dali. Newt would likely kill within a week, and Dali would charge her ass. Good thing she's fucken oblivous, he thought with a smile tugging at his lips. The last tulpa they had contracted revealed what he had expected; she had a soft spot for him, and she was confused about whether or not she should have a relationship with her elf. He hoped she wasn't that stupid, but she always managed to surprise him.

A sneeze erupted from him, annoying the shit out of him. He bet it was his little redheaded student calling to tell him she had trouble on her. A relationship with her will definitely not be boring, that's for sure. He reached under his pillow for his mirror, tapped a line through his gargoyle, and picked up. "What the hell do you want?" he snarled.

Good morning to you, too, Al, his student drawled out lazily. I need to ask you something.

"Damn it, Rachel, I was sleeping!" he hadn't, but he had been minutes before she called.

Oh yeah?And what were dreaming about? she asked, sounding snotty.

"What? I don't remember," he lied, knowing if he told her, she'd either freak the fuck out, or laugh at him.

Liar, she said, pissing him off, Look, Al, I need to ask you something.

"No, dove, call me later when I feel in the mood to deal with you."

What the hell do you mean , 'no'! she shrieked, hurting his ears.

"No means no, love."

You're my teacher! You're supposed to answer my questions!

"Dove, not right now," he growled.

Well, forgive me, she said sweetly, I didn't realize we had a schedule to maintain.

"Thanks for understanding, love." Al stood up from his bed, popping himself to his library.

Go turn yourself, Al! she yelled, as his robe misted on his body.

"Rachel," Al sighed, collasping on one his winged-back chairs," Can you please call me back in a few hours?"

Fine, then I'll just ask Newt!

"What for?" he asked incredulous.

She might give me answers, that's why!

"Itchy witch, you know she hasn't had a good day in a month."

Okay, then I'll give Dali a ring?

Dumbfounded, Al hissed, "No, I forbid you, student." Was she insane?

You can't forbid me! she exclaimed.

"Yes, I can, dove," he purred, " What I say goes; I'm your teacher."

Exactly! You're my teacher! So answer my question, then you can go back having sick dreams starring me!

Al choked on his spit, shocked. She must be flattering herself. "What are you blabbering about?"

Oh, you know damn well what I mean, she said pleasantly.

"Tell me what happened, Rachel," Al ordered, sitting straighter.

Why the hell do you think I called you?

"Who's with you, itchy witch?"

Trent, Bis, and Jenks.

"Having trouble sleeping by yourself, love?" he teased.

Don't be an ass, Al.

"So, what was it you wanted to know, student?" The sooner he answered her question, the sooner they'll hang up.

Do you know of a charm or curse that can turn dreams into reality?

That question jolted through him. That was a very dangerous and complex curse she wanted to know of. "Come here." he said, reaching into his mind and grabbing her.

She held herself back. Excuse me?

"Come here, itchy witch." And he cut their connection off after he got a good hold of her, let her finish whatever it was she was telling her friends, and pulled her into his library.

He watched as she gasped and dropped her scarring mirror, his thick carpeting preventing it from being broken. She looked frightened for a minute, her adorable eyes looking around his room. She was wearing cut off pajama pants and a thin, black shirt; he licked his lips upon noticing she wasn't wearing a bra. Lucky me, he thought. The scent of her blood came to him, and he frowned. What the fuck now?

"Al," his student whined as she gingerly picked up her scarring mirror, " Why did you bring me here?" She walked to the sofa across from him; she was favoring her right side, and she gasped in pain when she sat.

Ignoring her question, he demanded,"Why do you want to know of a somnium volunt curse?"

"That's what it's called?" she asked, "What does it mean?"

Sighing, he made a mental note to have her study latin. "Translated, it means, 'dream wish'."

Her eyebrows rose, and she said, "Demons have no imagination."

"Why do you want to know if there was a curse like it?" Rachel's face turned a bright red. Shifting her shoulders in discomfort, she refused to meet his gaze. "How did you get hurt, itchy witch?" Al asked when it was clear she wasn't going to answer her.

"Trent had a dream that Ku'Sox slashed my hip," she admitted.

"Mother pus bucket, Rachel," he complained, " Why would I care that your elf had a nightmare?"

Turning indignant, she snapped," Because it actually happened!"

One second passed, and Al was pulling her to her feet, yanking her pants and black panties off her hips. As she tried unsuccessfully to push him away, he saw the stitched up slashes that marred her pale skin. He knelt and sniffed at them, trying to find Ku'Sox's scent. He didn't find anything.

His student tapped a line, and knowing she was probably going to attempt to fry him again, he let her go. "What happened, student?" he commanded. If the zit puss was alive, he'd know it. The loony fucker was dead.

"I told you!" she shrieked, pulling her clothes back in place. "If you touch me again, I'll fry you, Al!" she added.

She's cute when she squirms, he thought as she sat with a huff. "So Trenton has a dream of you, and you immediately think that's the problem? Can it be that the elf just has psyhic powers none of you had noticed before?"

Rachel met his eyes carefully. "What were you doing before I called you?"

"I told you I was sleeping." he lied once again.

"Exactly," she said, " what were you dreaming about?"

"That's none of your concern."

"Al. A few minutes before I called you, I was having sex with God knows what."

"Did you have fun?"

Giving him a look, she continued, speaking through her teeth, "I know it was you."

"If I had sex with you, I'm sure I'd recall." Al wasn't convinced.

"You called me itchy witch, Al! Only you call me that, and it whispered it in my ear afterwards."

"Tell me more, itchy witch. Did you enjoy yourself? I told you you would." he leered. When she turned even redder, he laughed, " Damn my dame, you did, didn't you?"

"Shut up! You are the one who was dreaming of us having sex, not me! God, Al!" she said, her voice rising, "Do you know how wrong that is?"

"It's natural, love," he whispered, his anger rising. He clenched his fists, saying, "That is twice now that you have said that." He stood, walking around his coffee table to sit besides her.

"Because that's what happened!" she exclaimed, " you had a sex dream of me, and I felt what you were doing to me!"

"No need to yell, love," he cautioned, "I'm right here."

"Al," she whined, "I didn't do anything."

"Of course you didn't, itchy witch," he said.

She tried to scoot away from him, but he put his arm around her shoulders, holding her there. "You don't believe me, do you?"

"No."

"Look into my mind, Al." she said exasperated.

He felt her open her mind, and he plunged into her thoughts. She stiffened, but held still as Al wove around her most recent thoughts. He saw when she came, and knew that what she had been babbling about was true. Damn, things just that much more complicated, he thought. Al searched further, watching her as Trent came to her church. He growled when he saw her get injured when she was awakened earlier in the morning. Well, he had what he needed to know.

Al stood and went to tend his fire that needed no tending. He was furious. Someone has cursed them. All three of them. The elf, his itchy witch, and himself. Only a demon can place such a powerful curse into unsuspecting suspects. It was clear to him that Rachel was the main focus. Whatever Trent or Al dreamt of Rachel, it would happen to her. He needed to get it fucken removed.

"Al?" his student asked hesitantly. "What did you see?"

"Everything from the moment you called me, to when you were awakened."

"Ah, okay, so what do you think?"

He turned around to look at her. She was fucked. And she didn't even know it.

This was a lot easier to write than I imagined. I had planned to write this chapter in Rachel's POV, but for an odd reason, I find Trent's POV more fascinating, including Al. Though I'm not so sure how his POV turned out, it was a bit interesting:]