Whole Genre: Drama, Violence, Deathfic, Dark romance, kind of songfic
Fandom: L90ETC
Pairings: Bergrisst/Mai'Kyl, mentions of Mai'Kyl/Everyone
Warnings: Bad language, character death, MENTIONS OF CANNIBALISM, disturbing stuff, violence, playing with one's life before and during graphically described sex scene.
Credits: World of Warcraft and characters and everything of L90ETC belongs to Blizzard Entertainment.

A/N:
Hello. Since I'm quite stuck in Once More (once again, bad pun intended), I decided to write something else since I fell in love with Narcissistic Cannibal song. When I first listened to the lyrics, I realized this could fit this pairing that has been swirling around my head for quite a while now.
Seriously guys, y u no give Elite Tauren Chieftains some more love? I barely found any fan works of them – some fanart, yes, but not enough. Fanfiction… not so much.

So… I don't really know if there are some other Warcraft-based L90ETC fics around the internet, so let me know if there is.
Because, well, I feel quite nervous if this really is first one. o_o I really doubt it, but… HELP ME.

/ EDIT: I thought Bergrisst was the lead guitarist of the band, but Wowwiki proved me wrong. I corrected it, sorry about the error. + Added a thing to warnings.


Sometimes I hate
The life I made
Everything is wrong every time
Pushing on, I can't escape
Everything that comes my way
Haunting me taking it's sweet time
Holding on, I'm lost in a haze
Fighting life 'til the end of my days
- Narcissistic Cannibal – Korn ft. Skrillex and Kill the Noise


Bergrisst hated him. His looks, his skill, his charm. He hated his presence, how loud he got while having a conversation with someone. He hated how social he was, how he was like a light drawing annoying insects to buzz around him.

He hated him, and would curse him straight into the deepest parts of the Twisting Nether if he could.

With narrowed eyes, the Forsaken man watched him from the comfortable shadows resting around the far corner table he was seated at.

Bergrisst wished he could make the fussing fangirls and –boys disappear from his sight. They were too noisy. They blocked the sight of the grinning face and bright purple hair. Only a glimpse of his shamanistic armor could be seen occasionally: currently, there stood a Tauren couple, towering over the stupid Troll and blocking the sight almost entirely.

The rhythm guitarist shifted on his seat, his eyes narrowing even more. He glared daggers straight at the largest cowman who dared to stand on his way, barely holding the urge to blast the fans straight to next week with his spells.

Suddenly, the Tauren couple moved, and the Forsaken caught the vile Troll stare straight at him, his lips curved into a wicked grin.

"ol' Bergrisst be here too!" He announced loudly, causing his fans to look his way.

Hatred flared inside Bergrisst. Another wave of yells and cheers filled the tavern, and the mage gave the shaman a look which didn't promise anything good.

And Mai'Kyl's smirk only widened. That son of a bitch seemed to enjoy the sight of him glaring back at him as the loud fans made their way to the rhythm guitarist.

Bergrisst was going to make Mai'Kyl pay. As the Troll turned his back to enjoy his drink on the bar counter, the rhythm guitarist brushed off his hateful expression and braced himself. He was going to deal with the fans in calm neutrality, but once he gets rid of the fussing, there is no way his Mai'Kyl gets a chance to escape from his fury.


A/N: Here it begins ~

Zukajin