A/N: Here's another chapter by SuperYuuki!
The weather had decided to be unusually ornery that evening. The wind chilled her bare arms, causing her to shiver. She exhaled, her breath clearly visible. "Arthas, you fool …" she began. The boy looked up, the question evident in his eyes. Moira sighed. "The new robes … these aren't warm enough."
He did a double take, blinking a few times. "I … I apologize, my lady. I will make necessary adjustments when we return home," he said stiffly.
Moira's chest puffed out defensively. "What the hell? Are you offended?"
He gave her a strange look and sighed. "No milady, it simply... isn't really cold out tonight."
She deflated. "Oh. Well, that's your goddamned opinion," she replied lamely. It was a shame though, having to change the whole thing. Her new robes had a high-neck and fit tightly, giving her an elegant look. She also wore her normal black and white striped leggings and boots. "Perhaps instead of altering the entire ensemble, perhaps a cloak could be added?"
He nodded, his eyes distant. "Of course."
Moira scowled. "See to it."
Arthas smirked. "If her majesty commands." She ignored his sass. She was anxious. Alex would be arriving soon. If all went as she wanted it to, she would remain calm during the inevitable confrontation. She really was getting sick of this crap. She really could care less about Malistare and whatever had him steamed.
Oh. Footsteps. How... pleasant. She tensed. Arthas placed a hand at the small of her back, but she flinched away from his touch. He let it go wordlessly. The following confrontation was not one Moira would look back on fondly. At least, not the first half. The first half was basically just both sides blowing off steam. The real business was when she revealed the corpse of Alex's friend.
Moira stared flatly at Alex as the kind Necromancer's face went pale. Donna had been strangled, yes, but not by her. Those hand prints were too large and alien to be her own. No, it had been her pet's doing. A complete and total accident as well, as far as her plans went. Blackbird wasn't exactly the easiest beast to keep on a leash. It was too sentient, too human-like, even after being broken.
Brooke screamed a horrid mix of pure rage and anguish, and Moira winced at the sound.
"You'll pay for this, Moira Moonchaser! You'll pay!" Tears running down her face, Brooke gripped her wand and charged at the cruel Necromancer, only to be stopped by Arthas.
"Lady Moira has no business with you. If you have a problem, take it up with me," he said with a surprising amount of force.
"NO!" she yelled.
"Brooke," Alex said coldly, "...back down. Moira's mine."
"I'm guessing it won't help to say I didn't do this."
"Nope, since I don't believe you."
"Well, that's not my problem, is it? You don't want to believe me? Fine. Whatever. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have things to take care of, and I wouldn't trust Malistaire alone for a second." She turned as if to leave, but a shout stopped her.
"You're a child of the Devil himself, Moira Moonchaser, and only you would be cowardly enough to kill an innocent like Donna! You'll never amount to anything more than a coward and a bully!" She had to restrain herself from spinning around and cursing at the other Necromancer. Slowly, with some difficulty, she turned around and locked her dark gaze on Alex's. Moira barely disguising her surprise; Alex's eyes were so cold, so dead, that they barely seemed human any longer. She was radiating a silent, almost maddeningly calm anger- the worst kind.
"Don't mention my parents, Alex Firesong," Moira warned coldly.
"Your father was the Devil, and your mother was a banshee," Alex taunted in reply, her fist clenched tightly on her wand. That wand!
"Ha! If it weren't for that wand of yours, you'd be nothing!" Moira taunted, the rage within her swelling.
Alexandra sent Moira a mild glare. "And you're any different?" She didn't dare. That... that little bitch!
Her hands curled into tight balls as she lunged for the fellow Necromancer. Her fist connected harshly with Alex's face, the wizard's head jerking abruptly to the side. "Don't you dare compare yourself to me! We are nothing alike!" They were polar opposites. They had to be. Moira could never live with herself if she turned out to be like Alex. She hated Alex. She hated Alex so much. She hated her. Hated her! Such a vehement hatred that it began to bubble and boil, until it overflowed…
... into despair.
Tears touched her pale cheeks as she sank to her knees before Alex. She doubled-in on herself, her arms wrapping tightly around her mid-section. "I hate you all!" she screamed. Alexandra put a hand to her mouth, only for it to come away bloody. The inside of her cheek had been cut up when it met her teeth so hard. She stared in shock for a moment before leaning to the side to spit out the blood.
After the initial blankness in his mind, Arthas immediately jumped into preventing a disaster. "Blackbird! Sabrina!" He waited for them to come into sight- Sabrina sauntering, Blackbird slinking. "You keep the others occupied." He didn't wait for their reply before running over to his mistress. Arthas gently placed his hand on Moira's shoulder. "Lady Moira, we must depart post-haste." She slapped his hand away but he simply grabbed her arms and helped her up. "Come, my Lady, we must go, now." Her resistance ceased and they rose back to the dais.
Moira composed herself somewhat, but her eyes were still puffy and red. "Newbie, Blackbird, I leave you two to finish the job."
And with that, the pair teleported home.