A/N: Its bad when you forget the disclaimer! LOL! So anyway, any character that's in World of Warcraft belongs to Blizzard. The extras belong to their rightful owners, used with permission…trust me, my buddies know they're in this. So thanks to DK, Lafulci, Rograx, and others that are letting me torture their toons to death. I love you guys!
When Kali left the office, Anya sat studying the door she came out of and took a long breath. She was unlike her fellow worgen, in fact, the girl was more a werewolf than worgen. She changed on full moons, but also when she felt like it, looking no more than a normal black wolf. But on full moons, she had one problem. She would change, but when she reverted to her human form, she was nude instead of clothed.
That was why she hid during those times.
Anya had three older brothers. Stefan was the eldest, followed by Gabriel and Andrew, and then herself. Gabriel and Andrew were her closest brothers growing up before the war came and they had to go, never to be heard from again. Stefan however, was a different story. He was cold and cruel and wanted to live up to their uncle's expectations faster than his younger sister, who seemed to be everything he wasn't. He was also once Broll's best friend as he tried to train for the calling of the druid, but impatience made him become a warlock. Malfurion said once seeing the two was seeing himself and his twin brother all over again.
And it soon would become apparent, it was.
Stefan, angry when he discovered that it was Anya's first transformation into a worgen that killed their father, whom he admired, decided to enact his revenge on his sister. He bribed her to a bar and there had her kidnapped by a couple of trolls who worked underground. It was during a time when illegal sex slaves were being processed and it seemed the underground shady business was strong. By the time Thrall burst in with Rograx and Kali, Anya was all but broken. The psychological damage was there as well, having amnesia from the experience. But she did know the name of the man who caused this to her.
And was proud to send him to prison for life. But he escaped somehow.
Anya made a full recovery, but owed her life to Rograx, Thrall, and Kali. So she swore she would remain on neutral ground to repay her life debt to them. It was a promise she never regretted and knew would come in handy. She worked both ends of the block, yet thanks to her wolf form, she made a formable spy. Not to mention she was once a sniper in the military. This was probably why when a prisoner's execution date came, she was called in to help. For now, however, she lived a life of tranquility. She folded her hands under her chin staring at the computer screen beside her a brief moment. But then another knock got her out of her thoughts. "Come in!" she called.
Jarod Shadowsong ran in panting softly. The Night Elf looked like he had ran a marathon as he stared at her. "The news," he managed to gasp out. "You've got to see this!" He grabbed a remote from her desk and turned on the television near her.
"Breaking news tonight, it seems that a village in the Eastern Kingdoms has suddenly had to file for bankruptcy in the wake of the news that Deathwing has suddenly taken over the area to build his new headquarters. The area known as Darrowshire now must find some other means to live. Residents there have been disappearing one by one as protests and search teams have turned up nothing. As usual, Deathwing is unavailable for comment."
Anya stared in horror as she listened to this. Jarod looked at her. "In ways, I'm glad my wife didn't have to see this," he said. "It's starting." "He hasn't taken us all over yet," she said sternly as she turned her eyes at him. "Rome wasn't built in a day. So this so called corporation won't be either." She sat down in her chair again. "Deathwing's planning something," he said sitting on the edge of her desk. "Well, no duh, Sherlock," she responded rather sarcastically. "Cairne's death started a chain of events." "No," he said shaking his head. "It was a link in it. What truly started it was those strange weather patterns and earthquakes we all had. I remember them and I'm an old man." He stroked his beard. "What was your little high elf friend wanting this time?"
Anya paused as she looked at Jarod. "I guess it's safe to tell you," she finally said. "She and her friends needed help trying to find Cairne's killer. So I said I would help out." "She's in over her head," he said as he shook his head. "That girl's always been that way. But then again, her life hasn't been a bed of roses." She raised a brow. "I know the story," she said. "Her dad was pissed because she wasn't a male heir. Krasus raised her for her first five years and before she could be corrupted with the fel magic, she was sent to Thrall. Her heart's purely Horde, but she has no intention to lead the sin'dorei." "Something tells me Lor'themar Theron will have a thing or two to say on that when she reaches her next birthday," he said. "She'll have to make a decision. She can't remain a wild child raised by an orc, sooner or later, she'll have to embrace her destiny."
Anya pouted. "Old fool, leave your old customs and wake up," she said. "Let Kali choose her path, not you, not Lor'themar, not Deathwing or anyone else." "You sound more like Malfurion every day," Jarod chuckled and put a hand on her head. "Your secret's safe with me. Now I have to get back to the front desk. Be careful." He turned and walked out of the room as Anya stuck her tongue out at him behind his back. "Once a warrior, always a warrior," she mumbled once the door was closed behind him. She put her feet up on the desk as she stared at the news still talking on the situation. "Darrowshire," she mumbled to herself. "May the stars guide them."
"What. The. Fuck."
Kali walked in her bedroom to find it in disarray. Her fingers balled into fists as she looked around the disaster. Clothes everywhere, her underwear drawer seemed to be dumped on the bed, books scattered, the place was ransacked. She closed her eyes to calm herself before she began to clean up. "I'm gonna shoot me an orc," she growled under her breath as she got to work and noticed some of her underwear missing. "I feel violated," she said as she slammed her clothes back where they belonged. She was angry and rightfully so.
Kali moved to her closet and grabbed a suitcase. She packed some clothes and other things she didn't want people into in it and locked it up as she now needed to find a way to lock her room up so no one else could get in. She walked to the supply closet and found a box with a new doorknob in it, that was supposed to be for the study so Thrall could work in peace. She shrugged grabbing it and a screwdriver and set to work changing the doorknob of her room and locked it up finally with a key. "Dare that bastard to get in there now," she muttered as she got her cell phone in her pocket walking down to the garage to her motorcycle.
Now this was one of her pride and joys.
Kali loved her motorcycle and preferred it as her mode of travel unless it was pouring rain, then she went for her car. The side car was for Kamara's purpose, and he loved it as much as she did. She laid the suitcase under the seat and got her other stuff in so that Kamara would have room. She checked her wallet a moment. As heir of the Sunstrider fortune, she had money. Plus she took a job at the hospital as a doctor. So now she decided to live out of her office until she figured out what the hell she could do. She knew who was in her room. She knew who had her things.
And Garrosh would pay for that. Already she could see he was making her life a living hell.
Kali stopped by Rog's office first. Rograx was going over some files when he looked up seeing an angry quel'dorei standing there. "What's got your panties in a twist?" he asked. Kali glared at him as she sat down. "Garrosh went through my room…ransacked EVERYTHIN'!" she said wanting to punch something with held back anger. "What?" he demanded. "My clothes were thrown everywhere, he took my underwear, he just…" She made a noise that sounded like a "ARUUUGGGHHH!" as she put her hands to her head. "I'm gonna stay in my office at work for now…I can't handle that!" she said. "Get a cigarette, calm down," he said knowing when Kali was angry, she was scary.
Pretty much knew this from experience.
Kali did as she was told and sighed. "I changed the doorknob of my room…can't get in without a key," she said. "Still don't change the fact I'm freaked out now." Rograx nodded in understanding seeing that the fire was starting to die down. "Your office has surveillance, stay there, don't go back to the mansion," he said. "I'll make sure your phones are secure too." "Thanks," she said and nodded her head. "He's plannin' somethin', Rograx. I dunno what, but I know he is." "If not one thing, it's another," he said. "We have to figure out what the hell's going on here. You heard about Darrowshire?" "Who didn't?" she said and shook her head. "That was just horrible." "I know," he said. He sat down at his desk. "The missing people are turning up dead, Kalista. We haven't released that to the media, but they are. We've found bones and bodies." She frowned. "I'll keep it to myself," she said as he nodded. "Good," he said and looked out the window falling silent.
Kali watched him a moment. She stood up as she put a hand on his shoulder. "I'll check in with you later," she said turning and walking off. She got on her motorcycle and looked up at the building as she began driving to her office. Yet she raised a brow seeing a limo outside and didn't seem to recognize it. "Wonder what famous moron got himself screwed this time," she mumbled as she walked in her office.
And dropped what she had in her hands.
"Good afternoon, Miss Sunstrider," his smooth voice said as he turned looking at her where he sat. He wore a black suit with a red tie and black dress shoes. His black hair was slicked back and his beard neatly trimmed. "Deathwing," she whispered once she got her voice back. "Please, I prefer Daval Prestor," he said. He gave a smile that chilled her to the bone. "I'm sorry I surprised you. Is this a bad time?" he asked. She slowly moved for her desk and sat down. "No, no," she said quickly. "Please, how may I help you, Mr. Prestor?"
Deathwing looked at her as she sat. "Well, from one royal to another, I was wondering when you would plan your return to Silvermoon," he said as he crossed his legs, his hands neatly folded on one knee. "I don't plan that," Kali said seriously. "I don't consider myself a princess anymore." "That's a shame," he said shaking her head. "Because I need someone like you on my staff. Someone with your knowledge and beauty." "I'm sorry, sir, but I'm not lookin' for a new job anytime soon," she said slowly. "But I will take your proposition under consideration." "I hope you do," he said and smirked. "And prove to the world you're not like Kael'thas Sunstrider…"
Kali's eyes went wide. "Ah yes, so you know what I mean," Deathwing said and walked to her. He lifted her chin up with his hand, which felt so hot, it felt like fire. "I know your deepest desires," he said in her ear. "I know that now you don't wish me to even be here. But I know that even when all is failed, my protection will be on you, young Sunstrider." He nipped at her long ear as she jerked from him. He smirked. "Be careful," he said. "You don't want me pissed off." He stood and picked up his briefcase. "We'll talk again." He walked out of the office.
Kali swallowed as she watched this pale as a ghost. She shook her head. She knew then the fear he put in people as she shut her eyes taking a long breath. "I won't stoop that low, Deathwing," she whispered. "Lok'tar ogar…for the Horde…" She nodded and put a hand to her head. "Great spirits, help me…guide me and my friends…"
