Author's Note: - A story of an uncomfortable situation, being with the enemy before death. Some girl/girl fluff. Inexpressible desires etc. etc. Characters from the game World of Warcarft which I do not own. Please enjoy, this is my first fanfic.

War's Pleasures

By: Ank7

I wonder why it had to come to this, to me. To us, and to her.

I could feel it as if I had a natural sense for it, my heart raced and my blood boiled for my passion of killing. There was a battle near, I could smell it now, clearly. The strong stench of blood, a smell that I've gotten much used to. I followed my desire through the Ashenvale forest until I reached the edge of the green land. The guards of the entrance to the Barrens lay motionless and beaten in front of me. I walked ahead cautiously hearing the battle getting closer.

I flinched when a sudden movement caught my eye. I automatically went into cat form and stealthed before anyone would notice me. I inched closer to group of people, my allies had formed a circle around two Horde. From what I can remember there was a human paladin, two gnomes, one a warrior who's helmet seemed too big for his small head and a warlock with an imp summoned who danced around readying for an attack, and lastly a dwarf hunter his pet was wounded I could see it shake from where I stood.

The two Horde both trolls stood back to back. A warrior with a large axe gripped tightly in his hands and a rogue covered in dark leather with glowing blades clutched in each hand, the rogue was a female. A sudden thought entered my mind making my heart race in wonder as I examined her from afar but, before I could watch her any further there was a sudden pain on my upper right arm. Someone had found me. Reinforcements. As I escaped the next attack I tripped from the injury. I had to change back. By that time my allies had noticed the guards. They were easily slain but they had pushed us back against the mountain range of the Barrens.

Perhaps I could have prevented less deaths if I had been more aware of my surrounding but instead my mind focused on the battle the thing I enjoyed, even so the bitter smell of explosives teased my nose, but it was far too late. From above I saw the Horde with their glowing goggles peer down at us grinning and smirking to our misfortune. The blasts of the explosives caused my ears to ring and then was the endless falling of rocks and parts of the mountain that had been torn from it's place.

I backed up as far as I could until hitting the base of the mountain avoiding them as best I could. Finally finding a spot where the rocks seemed to bounce off a place before hitting the ground I stood watching the scene. The human was gone. Nowhere to be found, I could only think of one place she would be. When I thought the rocks would stop falling more dirt fell as I looked up I could see another explosion go off making much more fall.

There was a sudden forceful movement to my left, the rogue was knocked into the wall a few feet away from me. Her back arched as the pain of the impact took it's effect. She fell to her knees putting her arm out in front of her reaching for her comrade and then there was nothing.

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The moment I opened my eyes, pain ruptured throughout my entire body. I didn't die. How unfortunate. I could see perfectly in the darkness. I was surrounded by rocks, there were people alive as well. Three of them, I could hear soft breathing and a raspy breathing almost gasping.

I had to treat my own wounds before I worried about theirs. I lost a lot of blood, I could tell from how weak my body was getting and how damp the soil was under me. I looked myself over and swallowed the blood that was settling in my mouth as I started casting a healing spell on myself. A sudden voice startled me as the cast was complete.

"Elf, so you survived after all eh?" the voice had a strong accent, " The little one here, is on the verge of death, you better heal him with what you can." I looked toward the dwarf and the gnome next to him. My hands began to glow once again as I cast another healing spell for him. The hunter began talking again about how he hated the Horde.

I searched for last survivor, seeing a body further to me left. I tried to identify who it was from where I sat, but couldn't it was too dark even for my eyes. I gladly moved, the dwarf's breath began to linger in the little air we had. The smell of rum and old cheese was unpleasant, but the smell instantly changed. There was so much blood, I reached out to touch the body as I did I noticed that it wasn't because of the darkness that I couldn't recognize this person. It was because the armor this person wore was dark. I tried to back away but something had caught my arm. I was pulled roughly into the darkness my cry was muted by a gloved hand. I could taste blood and leather in my mouth and soon there was something warm and wet on my back.

She was bleeding badly. With her hand still over my mouth she turned my head toward her own hooded face. I could barely see her red eyes through the dark hood, but to my surprise she released me. Her hands immediately gripped her side as she leaned forward in pain a small gasp escaped from the rogue. My heart suddenly pounded against my chest rapidly and a delightful feeling teased at my stomach. I recognized this troll's voice very well and my desire to help her was then very great. I pushed her back against the stone wall behind us, my head lowered to her injured side. I tried to gently take her hand away, but a sudden thought stopped me, the what if thought that the wound might be too serious to heal. I felt fear and I hated it. I didn't want to fear for the enemies death, because I loved to kill.

I forced her hand away maybe a little too hard. The reflection of my eyes glowed off of something stuck in the rogue's leather. The broken steel was in deep, I looked up at the troll's hood and took it off slowly revealing her beauty. Her face and dark hair were damp with sweat, her mouth barely open with two small tusks poking out as she took soft breathes. I removed my own hood and noticed after doing so her expression changed . She looked as though she found something to her amusement, her eyes locked onto mine. I tried lowering my hand without her noticing but when her hand reached for my shoulder I had assumed she knew what I planned to do. Pushing my body onto hers I gripped the broken sword carefully and pulled. Her whole body tensed under me, she squeezed me tightly giving me small sensations of pleasure.

"Oi, elf!" and then they were gone. I lifted myself from her trembling body and reached into one of my pouches and dug out cloth that she could put over her wound until I could return. "Elf, where did ya go?"

"I'm here," the stench of his breath was stronger now, I wondered how long he was talking, "what do you need?"

The dwarf eyed me suspiciously, "Well lass, if you don't mind I have some injuries of my own that could be tended to."

"My apologies," I said while readying to heal him, but I couldn't feel any power in me to cast another spell, "It would seem I have no more mana for another spell," I watched as his face twisted, "but here I have a potion that may help"

Yet again digging into my pouch I searched for the vial that held the healing potion, but I could not find it. The strange thing was that I had just made it before finding the raid on the Horde and I hadn't used it because my wounds weren't deathly. Not like the rogue's. I felt a small smile form on my lips as I realized what became of my potion. I threw some bandages at the dwarf. Getting a grunt and a protest about the bandages not being a healing potion as a response.

My legs took me back to the rogue. I half expected her to have hidden to have stealthed in the darkness, but she waited in the same spot with her eyes closed. The vial was in her hand clearly now, she swirled the remaining liquid until I knelt down next to her. Her eyes opened slowly, watching me. She raised a bag in front of my face, in question I took it and opened it seeing the dull gold coins. Once again a smile came to my face for the useless payment and then realizing why it was so useless now, I felt anger, hatred. Or maybe it was just fear.

I grabbed the bloody blade that had once been in the rogue and placed it to her neck. Pressing it lightly on her skin, I watched as an emotionally hurtful expression appeared on her face. My hand started to shake as she came closer to me causing the blade to cut into her neck, she raised a hand to the back of my head and pulled me forward until my face was so close to hers I could taste her breath in my mouth. I closed my mouth tasting the herbs of my potion, my swift heartbeats caused my breath to quicken making it difficult to breath through my nose. I suddenly felt heat throughout my entire body, she closed her eyes smiling softly as I removed the blade from her neck and became lifeless to her touch. Then her head moved forward yet again until her tusks touched my lips causing a small gasp to escape my mouth as the satisfying feeling coursed into my body. I heard a small laugh of amusement from the troll as she moved her face away from mine and then brought it back to the side of my face kissing my cheek softly.

I was confused and a little annoyed how easily my body failed me from such a foolish thing. Or at least that's what I tried to believe but, truthfully I wanted her to go through with what she was doing. My desires grew as well as my disappointment.