I decided to finally start this project because it's been nagging at me again. I've always wanted to see a fic where people from Azeroth come to Earth and not the other way around. I haven't really been able to find something that quite fits what I'm looking for so I just decided that I'd make it myself.

I hope you enjoy it, let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

I straightened my name tag one more time in the employee bathroom mirror. 'Lucy' it read in bright orange letters, harsh against the white background. I sighed at my reflection, the sunken in eyes, and reached for the green tea I'd left on the counter.

It was ten pm, my time to work, my time to shine, my time to roam the store for the next six hours until Rob came to take over at four. I didn't mind my shift, not many people came by and those who did were quick and quiet. We were back a couple miles from the highway, off toward a neighborhood full of rich suburban families and a sea of mowed lawns and minivans. All that stood barrier between them and I was a row of trees about half a mile thick where I knew teenagers liked to go to get drunk. Four nights a week, I stood behind the counter and watched and waited. Sometimes I'd turn on some music from the CD player in the corner and fill the pages in my journal with sketches of the customers who'd come and gone.

Tonight would just be like any other night. So why did I feel so unsettled? There was something in the air that just felt off, like in the summer before a nasty storm would blow through. I combed my fingers through my wiry hair and imagined myself combing them through the tension I felt all around me.

The bell from the main door chimed and I knew my time was up. I left the small bathroom and the dim, buzzing light above the mirror behind and took my place at the counter. When I looked up into the face of my first customer for the night it was as if I expected to see more than some random dude who wanted a pack of cigarettes. Of course it was the same as it always was, just some guy in his late forties with graying hair. He fit the profile for hundreds of other people who'd come into the store before, so much so that he fell under a category. Somehow seeing his plain face, just one in a sea of people who looked just like him, broke whatever weird spell had fallen over me earlier. We made our trade, cash for cigarettes, and he left the store with another chime.

Afterwards the minutes bled into the hours as the night grew later and less people came into the store. I sketched the first man's face into my book, alongside all the others who fit his description. Two thirty rolled around and no one had come in over half an hour. I turned to the CD player on the windowsill and sifted through the stack of CDs beside it. They all belonged to Rob, meaning that most of the collection consisted of hip-hop and a bunch of obscure electronic music I'd never heard of. I did what I always did and picked a random one to play. I glanced at the cover. Moby-18. I shrugged and inserted the disc. Any music was better than none and for all his weirdness, Rob's taste in music wasn't so bad.

I doodled along to the songs for a good twenty minutes before a car pulled up. A guy stepped out and I paused the CD player as he entered the store. He fell into the category of college guys who wanted energy drinks. He bought four and I watched as he put them all in his backpack and shuffled back to the car. They drove off and I turned to press play when something caught my eye. A huge flash of blue lit up the strip of 'woods' behind the store, the trees around it bending and swaying as if having been struck. I stared into the darkness, hands cupping the glass around my face as I watched the blue light dim but persist. What was going on, was it those teenagers? Wait… Had there been a car accident?

I backed away from the glass and stood torn. One hand shot for the phone behind the counter but I stopped myself. If it had been an accident then I needed to call, but I had no way of knowing what was actually going on. It could just be those teenagers, in which case calling would just be a waste of everyone's time since half of them were the cops' own kids anyway… I waited just a moment longer, my mind ripping itself to pieces over what to do. Just as I made up my mind to pick up the phone, the light fizzled away completely and as it did a person stumbled out from the trees and into the parking lot of the car repair shop next door.

I dropped the phone and pressed my face to the glass again, trying to see if I could recognize them as one of the teens but it was too dark. That was when the person fell forward onto their knees and in a streak of bravery I threw myself out the convenience store door and to their aid.

I jogged to where they knelt on the ground, slowing in confusion as I approached them, apprehension at my sudden actions already setting in. "H-hey! Are you alright?" My voice shook and cracked as I spoke, so suddenly overcome with caution. What was I thinking, rushing into this?

I couldn't yet tell if the person before me was a man or a woman. They were dressed in some sort of long coat, the hood pulled up, and they were facing away from me. The coat was long enough that it pooled around them on the ground and under the streetlights that lit the empty parking lot, I could see that it was dark blue in color, the fabric glistening in the light.

A low groan was the only response to my question, revealing the person to be a man. Slowly he turned toward me. "Are you ok?" I asked again.

Then I saw his eyes. Green, startlingly so, and glowing so bright that it reminded me of the neon open sign on the front door. I almost jumped backwards in fear and confusion. The man froze as we stared each other down.