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Diablo 2 � Visions of You (Part 4)
By Lady Jasmine
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Legal note: Diablo 2 does not belong to me. This is meant as a
parody. It contains adult situati so so please do not read this if you�re a
minor in your country. Thanks so much.
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Ferrum's eye shut quickly as he heard the door push open.
His heart was racing and the adrenaline raged in time to the pulses. Running
down the stairs and back into the room as silently as possible was difficult....
twould have been impossible had Spikey been there to eavesdrop on Krysta and
Rune.

His jaw felt tense as he listened to Rune�s heavy steps lead to his pallet.
He struggled greatly, trying to stop his breaths from displaying the labour his
lungs took on in his escape. His eyelids also had a hard time lying still...
they so badly wanted to flutter open and glance at the druid.

I can�t believe Rune went through all of that, he thought. A sudden grunt
from Rune nearly startled him out of his sleeping act. More rustling... then
silence.

Hesitantly, Ferrum opened one eye and turned it to he druid. He lay on his
side and, luckily, facing away from the necromancer. A weight was lifted from
Ferrum�s mind. Another sound was heard and his eyes shut tightly before easing
itself into the image of a sleeping man. The door pushed open again and lighter
footsteps were heard until---PAIN, right on his left knee. He could feel the
imprint of a heeled-boot.

Wincing in pain, he mustered up all the acting skills he possessed and opened
his eyes. He squinted at the assassin, cursed incoherently then dropped back to
the pillow to return to his fake slumber.

He heard Krysta�s voice apologize before she settled herself on her own
pallet.

Safe... Ferrum thought, feeling half-triumphant at getting away
scot-free.

"Ferrum?"

"Yeah?" he croaked, swallowing a hard lump in his throat.

A faint trace of a grim smile was heard in the female assassin�s voice. "If
you ever eavesdrop on me again, I�ll make sure you never have next of kin."

Heavy as a stone block from the Kurast temples, the horrid feeling of failure
fell upon him. How the hell did she know??

***

Stone all around....

What�s going on? His blonde hair swished madly, a few strands lashing at
his cheeks as his blue eyes scanned the large stone tempthatthat encircled him.
An eerie chill whispered against his skin, dotting it with goosebumps. It was
all unsettling.

His nerves were all on edge for his natural intuition had abandoned him in
this helpless state. He drew in a shaky breath, feeling his palms dampen. The
muscles of his legs twitched nervously, ready to bolt at moments notice.

Then he noticed it....

Blood was spilling from those temples, skimming down the intricate carvings
like crimson streams. Each and every one of them calling out to him in an
agonizing cry. The blood spoke the same words over and over:

...Save me...

***

What seemed like ages later, those glorious words that the entire crew longed
to hear were finally uttered: "Land! Land!!!"

Bayard's rich singing voice was heard after Ferrum let out a glorious whoop.
"Twas upon one starry eve that the amazon Celesta was given life."

The blonde necromancer smiled, recognizing the ditty. He merrily joined in,
feeling high in spirits. "And twas upon a dark day she announced to never be
anyone's wife."

The two of them were silenced with a squinty glare from the moody druid as he
shielded his eyes from the burning sun. They stopped short in the word �wife�
before continuing in a hushed voice so Rune could not tell the difference
between the rushing wind and their voices.

Rune could tell the difference, and it offended him that they believed his
intelligence could not grasp the contrast. For the past few days, he felt as
though everyone was walking on eggshells around him. It was because of
Krysta! It must to be! He sighed, remembering his drunken moment of weakness
that he bared the scars his soul carried to her. Why had done something so
foolish? Ferrum seemed to be especially different. He wasn�t his usual arrogant
and quirky self.

At least not in my presence.... Rune corrected himself before he scowled
and turned on his heel to descend down the stairs. He might as well find Krysta
and share the news of Kurast.

On the last step, Krysta showed up, closing the door to the main area behind
her. There were heavy and dark bags beneath her eyes and she regarded the druid
with undiluted annoyance.

"Krysta," he started. "Kurast is�"

"�in sight." She finished for him. "I know..." She sighed and followed him up
the stairs, "I could hear Ferrum chanting it."

Light shone in Krysta�s eyes, forcing her eyelids to drop half way. The sound
of the waters and the winds flew to her ears but was unsuccessful in drowning
out the very loud, very cheerful, and very vulgar, song that Ferrum, Reikarh,
Andreas and Bayard were merrily singing as though already drunk.

"Perhaps she fears not pleasing a man!" Ferrum barked loudly, tossing Spikey
playfully in the air. "Or fears being tossed aside?"

"And that man shall take up another woman, because we know whores allow em
inside!" sang Bayard, gripping the wooden railing tightly, his eyes narrowly
glued to the welcome sight of Kurast. "But if Celesta's virginity were sold,
she'd earn a fortune, maybe more!"

"Being chaste will never earn you money, my dear, so t'would be best you be a
glorified whore." Reikarh and Andreas sang in unison. "And earn some
more-more-more!!!"

Rune sighed. He was grateful that land was only a few minutes away. He was
tempted to reach his hand out and grab the image of the village... if only that
action would bring the ship to it faster. The ship dipped slightly again, making
his stomach churn uncomfortably.

He closed his eyes, imagining his boots on solid ground instead of the uneasy
toss of the willful waters. A strange smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as
he imagined Bayard and his back-up singers to be tossed overboard by the
restless waters.

A strange �click-chunk� sound roused Rune out of his private musings. The
source of the sound was Spikey, skittering across the wooden boards to stay
close to the center. The thought of the metal golem falling overboard struck a
humorous chord with the druid. Poor bastard would sink right to the bottom.
A low chuckle escaped him as he turned his eyes back to the docks of their
destination.

"First thing I do when I get to land is find some bloody food," Krysta
muttered, wrinkling her nose in disdain as she rubbed her forehead. "If I�m
forced to eat another piece of salted beef, I�m gonna lose my freakin mind."

Rune answered with a curt nod and a grimace before Ferrum sidestepped closer
to them with a cheerful grin. "How was your sleep, Krys?"

The assassin shrugged non-chalantly, tugging on the ends of Rune�s borrowed
cloak to hide her harem costume under the soft pelts. "Was alright except for
the fact that I could hear you, Bayard and Andreas talking the whole time." She
gritted her teeth and slipped an icy stare towards him.

Defensively, Ferrum lifted his hands in the air and took a step back with a
charming, and disarming, smile. "Whoa... sorry. Didn�t know we were that loud."
He paused thoughtfully and glanced back at the others as they continued their
song. "It�s amazing you can pick up the sounds of our voices over your
snoring."

She bit the bait. "I do not snore," she clipped at him with her voice, her
lips twisting into a thin frown.

Ferrum�s smile widened. "I know. That was actually Rune." The druid in
question didn�t even turn to deny the accusation. He grunted and pushed himself
off the railing as he walked towards the starboard side to be alone. When the
druid was out of earshot, Krysta punched Ferrum�s arm then grabbed at the cloak
to stop it from slipping down her shoulders.

"What�s with you?!" she hissed, her narrowed gaze rising to pierce into his
blue eyes. "Leave the guy alone."

"If we treat him any different, do you honestly think he�ll be happy with
that?"

"Different?" Krysta repeated. "What the hell you talking about?"

Ferrum sighed. "You�re treating him like a woman so fragile that�"

"�You dare suggest that women are all fragile?" she spat, her nostrils
flaring.

He rolled his eyes. "Would you listen first before jumping at my throat,
woman?" He exhaled sharply with an air of irritation. "Geez... Do you honestly
believe treating Rune �gently� doesn�t make him uncomfortable?" He continued on,
listing off every kind deed Krysta had done and every bit of courtesy she had
treated the druid.

"He sees it as pity," Ferrum�s nose crinkled. "Pity to a man is like ripping
off our balls, dressing it up in pink lace and calling it �Yolanda.�"

Krysta stared at him. "What?" She shuddered briefly. "I�d never touch that,
let alone give it a name."

"My point is that it�s emasculating!"

"Ah...." she frowned. "Why the hell didn�t you just say so?" She paused a
moment. "Are you sure this applies to ALL men?"

Ferrum shrugged, "Applies to me."

Krysta sighed, shaking her head. "You are not like all men, Ferrum."

The necromancer paused briefly before a grin split his face. "Why Krysta,
that has to be the first compliment you�ve given me."

She sighed and glanced down at her outfit. "Well... this trip has a first for
everything."

***

Ferrum pushed the errant strands away from his face as he stepped onto the
rotted wood of cursed Kurast�s foreign docks. Even the air here smelled just as
he remembered it; tropically thick like the wild rain and warm like the spices
that were peddled at the far corner of the village. He inhaled the thick air
through his nostrils and exhaled with a warm and welcoming feeling stirring in
the pit of his stomach.

Home, he thought to himself, a small smile playing upon his lips.

His eyes darted around, surveying the sight before him; the docks were
practically bare. He glanced back at the rowboat that all of them took from the
main ship to bring to dock in Kurast and was met by a glare from the druid,
filled with annoyance because he did all the rowing.

Ferrum tossed a grin to him and shrugged apologetically.

That did nothing for Rune. He looked down at the metal golem�its weight beinghe rhe reason for his physical wariness�and the obvious desire to toss that scrap
heap into the dark waters slapped his face. Spikey skittered quickly off the
boat and towards its master, foiling the druid�s plan.

"Ferrruuuuum!" a female voice cried over the quickly set light steps upon the
rotting wooden boards.

His grin seemingly tugged by his ears, Ferrum whirled around and felt the air
leave his chest. "Alys," he murmured, half-walking half-running towards her,
mirroring her open-arms action.

Bayard, Krysta and Reikarh looked at the two running at each other curiously
while Andreas stopped mid-stride from getting off the rowboat. They stared at
the young woman, who looked almost twenty summers of age.

The slender and delicate looking woman�s feet were bare as they appeared and
reappeared behind the old and ragged looking scarlet sarong between running
steps upon the docks. Dressed in a skimpy beige blouse much like the ones of Lut
Gholein and the scarlet sarong, she appeared to obviously be one of mixed
cultures.

This waif had skin that was tropically dark, but lighter than those around
her, and her hair a shade of light brown that was deemed unusual in all of
Kurast. It was obvious she turned heads wherever she went, and her skimpy
attire, which provided no barrier against the imaginations of men added to
it.

Automatically, all the men in the rowboat turned their gazes quickly to her
bust and found themselves unimpressed. Her breasts were not voluptuously large
or curvy much to the standards of a man�s preference... but still, they were
breasts.

Krysta glanced at them and made a face. "Men... like em� big, like em� small,
like em� all..." She looked over at Andreas, who�s eyes were on breasts, but not
of Alys; he was staring at hers, which had came into plain sight with the
slipping of Rune�s cloak. "Hey!" she muttered, her nose crinkling in disgust as
she scoldingly cracked the side of the man�s head. Reikarh and Rune immediately
turned their eyes from Alys lest they wish to suffer a bit of the assassin�s
wrath in turn. Bayard however kept on staring.

Andreas grinned sheepishly then stepped onto the docks.

Ferrum was oblivious to that little event. His mind was centered on one
person only: the woman before him, only two feet away. She leaped at him, a
brilliant smile on her face as her arms wrapped around him and Ferrum felt the
familiar and warm feeling of her soft body pressing against his.

Just the feel of her skin and scent of her hair made all the masculinity in
him burn to life with a groan. His lips brushed reverently against the woman�s
forehead before he crushed her to him in a more passionate kiss placed on her
lips. He felt Alys� smile upon his own as his hand snaked around her waist and
into the perfection of her lower back that seemed to be made for his hand to
rest and press her more into his body.

Alys could feel the energy draining from her body as she softly let a moan
into his mouth. Upon the sudden sound, Ferrum�s tongue slipped into her mouth to
greet hers. Her following sigh never left her throat as her love�s hand found
it�s way to the swell of her right breast where her nipple had already tightened
into a firm knot. A moan left her as she broke the kiss momentarily for a quick
breath break before resuming.

A low guttural sound reverberated from the necromancer as he pulled Alys body
up and against him tighter, to feel every hard inch of his body and relish the
contrast of each others.�

Krysta shifted uncomfortably on her other foot and glanced at the rest of the
crew already on the docks. That was a mistake. Rune was staring at the ground,
his face reddened and his mouth tightly clenched into a thin line. Reikarh was
grinning like a madman, Andreas was staring longingly at the scene before him
and from behind her, Bayard... well, Bayard was staring at someone�s ass, but it
wasn�t Alys�....

The assassin frowned and smacked the musically-inclined man back to his
senses. "Dumbass."

The sound of being struck snapped Ferrum back to his senses as he painfully
broke away from Alys, keeping her body in front of his to hide the bulge in his
breeches. "Uh.... this is Alys." He cleared his throat nervously and forced a
smile as he pointed to everyone. "That�s Rune, Bayard, Reikarh, Andreas and...
Krysta."

Alys smiled sweetly and bowed her head politely. "How do you do..." Her eyes
darted assessingly over to Krysta and the harem outfit that was barely hidden
under the animal-pelted cloak. Questioningly and accusingly, she glanced over at
Ferrum.

He shook his head, "It�s not what you think."

"...All right..." she replied, unsure with the confidence in her voice.
Teasingly, she pressed her body back against him, feeling warmed when her body
came in contact with Ferrum�s erection still trapped in the hindering pants.

He closed his eyes, rested his chin against the top of her head and hugged
her tightly.

"Do you enjoy torturing me this way, my sweet minx?" he whispered in a low
voice.

She nodded rapidly, a smile returning as his arms raised to wrap around her
delicate shoulders. His nose pressed into her head, inhaling the soft and
feminine fragrance of her hair before he opened his eyes and turned to everyone
else.

"Uh... we gotta go do something," he said tactlessly as Alys stepped back to
press against him once more. His words were clipped off immediately.

Andreas rolled his eyes. "Do each other you mean...ow." He sucked in his
breath and rubbed his sore ribs where Krysta elbowed him not-too-gently.

Ferrum nodded with a mischievous twinkle in his blue eyes. "Yeah well, so,
you guys just go around, explore this village a bit. I�ll find you all later,
okay?"

Everyone agreed and then Bayard stepped forward with an announcement. "I�m
afraid I will be leaving you all soon," he paused and glanced around, not the
least bit surprised to see the relief light up Rune�s face. "I will be taking
the next boat out of here, so... thank you all for allowing me passage with you.
It has been a great honour to meet you all and entertain you these past few
nights. Perhaps one day we shall cross paths again, but until then, I wish all
of you well."

By the time Bayard had finished his little speech, Alys and Ferrum were
already gone. They had taken off sometime during the little heartfelt
goodbye.

Krysta sighed and glanced down, "Shit..." she slid Rune a hopeful glance. "I
think they expect of uof us to baby-sit HIM."

By him, they meant Spikey, who was contentedly leaning from the docks to
stare into the deep dark waters. Rune once again had to fight off the urge to
kick it in.

***

"I�ve never had a recurring dream before," Alys softly commented, setting the
small clay jug of water down on the table.

In the small rickety shack-like house, Ferrum nodded and continued on as his
love turned to fetch the dinner she had prepared for the two of them. "It�s
always the same. But, the blood seems to increase with every repetition." He
sighed and slumped back on his wobbly chair as he watched her gracefully move
around the small room.

Holding two plates of steaming food, she turned around and graciously handed
him one with an smile. "I hope you like it."

"Oh, I�m sure I will," he accepted the dinner and, without skipping a beat,
dug in.

Alys sat down across from him at the table and giggled as he ravenously
consumed his food. At this moment, it seemed that eating came before breathing.
"Do you do everything that fast?"

Ferrum held his hand out to signal a wait as he chewed and swallowed the
portion in his mouth. He smiled and winked as he lowered his hand. "I can do
things slowly, my love," he said silkily, his voice sending shivers up Alys
spine.

She smiled sheepishly. "You�ll have to show me..."

He paused, glanced down at his food and then at Alys, trying to figure out
what to do with this dilemma."

Alys laughed. "It�s okay, you can eat first, Ferrum."

"Thanks."

***

"No no no... I need a stronger one," Krysta insisted, shaking her head and
clucking her tongue. She pushed the open bottle away from her and narrowed her
gaze at the old and spindly looking man. "This couldn�t even kill a swarm of
gnats."

The old chemist twisted his already-curling beard and glared at the hostile
assassin. "I beg to differ, young lady," he replied hotly, his accent making his
voice sound uneven as well as angrier. "But my work is the best we have to
offer." He snatched the bottle off the table and added, "Many great warriors
have come to me begging for my creations as well as my sage advice!"

Krysta took a deep breath. Well, I�m not here for your advice now, am
I? she thought, tempted to speak her mind. "Are you sure you don�t have a
stronger poison?"

Alkor frowned before his upper lip raised like a wolf does when snarling. "We
might," he clipped his words and threw a scathing look.

Unimpressed and not the least bit intimidated, she returned the glare
instantly.

Turning with the slow and jarring motions of a man his age, he headed to the
back door and muttered to himself. "Now where could that stupid girl be?" His
voice raised to a loud and irritating bellow. "Damn girl! Get yourself here now!
You are needed! Alys!!!!"

Krysta froze with a sardonic smile. Shit... Ferrum�s gonna be pissed for
me interrupting his fun time.

***

His tongue slipped into her mouth and she sighed longingly as hers darted to
greet it. Her blood quickened at the feel of his body crushing hers into the
soft pallet and her scarlet skirt already unknotted beneath her. The feel was so
sinfully enjoyable, she could not help but try to return his actions or return
the pleasure by letting her hands explore his hard body though his clothes.

He groaned, the bulge of his pants pressing more insistently at the junction
of her legs. The warmth of her legs at his sides produced a comforting feel. It
made him feel as though that he belonged there.

Breaking the kiss, a funny smile came to Ferrum that when Alys questioned
him, he bit back a laugh.

"What?" she said, raising an eyebrow.

He shook his head, his lips brushing her left temple. "I wanted to say
something romantic... but it wouldn�t be honest."

Strangely vulnerable by that statement, Alys was feeling regretful as she
asked him to explain. Her heart feared the worst that the words "I don�t love
you anymore" would be spoken.

"I was going to say, �You taste sweet.� But that�s not true."

She stared at him blankly.

"You taste like chicken," he said simply.

She laughed and swatted him playfully. "Oh really, genius? You think it might
have something to do with the dinner?"

He nodded and held her close as he lowered his mouth to hers. "If it makes
you feel better... sugary sweet chicken...""

Smiling in a "you�re hopeless" way, she placed her arms loosely around his
torso. "You�re weird."

"Love me anyway?"

She grinned idiotically and daringly lowered one hand to squeeze a muscular
buttock. He groaned huskily and ground his pelvis against hers more desperately.
"In all ways, Ferrum."

"ALYS!!!!!!!!"

Ferrum groaned disappointingly, resting his head against Alys� breasts with
an irritated expression. He could recognize Alkor�s voice anywhere.
"Shit..."

Alys� eyes widened as she pushed Ferrum off of her and retied her skirt with
ease and set herself to smoothing out her blouse and her mussed hair.

Ferrum watched her and frowned. "You wouldn�t mind if one of these days I
tied and gagged your uncle, would you?" She didn�t answer him. In the next
second, she was out the door with her face seeming to be devoid of expression.
His Alys changed into an emotionless doll by a frail old man�s voice.
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