Illidan finally reached the ground, though my eyes had been closed from tiredness and I didn't see where. I pretended to be asleep so he wouldn't let go of me, and I hear him sigh with annoyance and the noise of a door open before us. He walks me a few feet and then without warning drops me. Luckily it was on to a bed, but I open my eyes and give him an angry look.

The place he brought me to was an apartment high off the ground. There was a large double window that led to a balcony, a small kitchen with the basic setup, and a large bed. The colors were muted, mostly white and black. It looked completely unlived in. There were no clothes, dishes, or trash lying around. If this was really where Illidan lived, he must have been a neat freak, I thought. I dreaded him to see my room which was a complete mess.

"What was that for?" He walks around to the other side of the bed, where a fountain sits against the wall turning and dripping water. I notice it glows and shimmers unlike any water source I had ever seen. He approaches it and dips his hands in, taking some and bringing it to his mouth. He drank the water. Had he not heard of a sink?

He swallows the water and looks over to me. "It appears you are awake," he says with a smirk. Of course he knew I was only pretending, what a fool I was. I laugh and concede that I had been fooling him.

"What is that?" I point to the fountain and sit up in bed. Illidan simply stands in front of it.

"Water," he replies and stares at me blankly.

"But it's shiny." He was definitely hiding something. I had yet to tell him what I learned about him while he was away. Better yet, he had yet to tell me why he left.

His eyes widen at my comment, and he walks over to me. "How can you see that?" he says in disbelief. I wondered why it was such a big deal.

"What is it?" I ask again.

He sighs but takes my hand and pulls me up from the bed, walking me over to the fountain. I stare at it closer. It almost looked like diamond particles that shimmered and sparkled even without a light source. "This," he gestures. "Is magic."

So the man at the tavern wasn't lying to me after all. He had said that Illidan craved magic. Magic was what turned him into a demon. Even on Earth he brought magic with him. It must have been taken from the planet he came from, Azeroth. The influence of magic on him seemed to be a great one. I looked at him gazing into the fountain. It was a look of pure desire and elation in his eyes, yet his face remained unfazed. I wondered what would happen were I to drink from it as he did.

"Can I have some?"

"Absolutely not." He takes me back over to the bed and tells me to stay there. I didn't really desire to drink from it, I was only curious of his reaction. Truly he wanted the magic for himself.

"You know while you were gone, I learned a lot about you. I know how important magic is to you," I say while laying back on the bed. He towers over me and looks down, a look of anger crossing his face after my comment.

"What?" he says crossly, grabbing my face with one hand and facing me toward him. I shake my head trying to get out of his grip but it's too strong.

I make a face at him and say, "Magic turned you into a demon but you wanted power so you didn't care," I say tauntingly. He deserved it after all, being so forceful. "And let go of me."

"Explain yourself," he says, almost interrupting me. Illidan indeed seemed quite impatient. I laughed at him.

"Only if you come here," I pat the empty space beside me in bed. He gives no reaction and I quickly add, "After all the only reason I was almost assaulted was because of you. If you never left I wouldn't have gone looking for you."

He lets go of me with a rough motion. "How stupid are you? Do I have to keep reminding you not to go outside at night?" He questions me. Illidan seemed to only get angrier the longer we talked. He does concede though and sits on the other side of the bed. I watch him walk over and smile at the thought. So he did feel guilty for what happened to me. Though true enough, he came when I most needed him.

"Who told you this?" he asks, looking over at me as I lay there. He grabs my hand but this time gently. He didn't intertwine them, simply rested his hand on mine. I bit my lip but dared not to move away from him.

"I don't know. Just a man I met. He told me other things too." I paused to see if he wanted me to continue. He says nothing. "Like that you're from another planet. And you saved it from demons." Illidan looks down. "Is it true?"

He says nothing for a moment. "It is the truth," he says quietly. "But who here knows of me?" he asks more to himself than me. I certainly had no idea who the man was.

I was surprised Illidan confirmed the information to me. It wasn't the whole story but it was nice to know his beginnings. To think that he saved an entire planet. He seemed powerful indeed, so I shouldn't be surprised. I look down at his hand over mine and move closer to him, putting my other hand on top of his. He glances over. In return I move my head closer to where he sits; I was now looking up at him from below. He gazes at me without a word. I sensed something different in the way he was looking at me but couldn't tell what it was. I hoped now he would tell me his reason for leaving.

"I am sorry," he says again. He had said it once when he rescued me already. I felt bad for what happened and knew it was partially my fault.

"It's okay," I give him a smile. His face flashes with surprise but then returns to normal.

He shakes his head at me and sighs roughly. "No," he can't bear to look at me and stares the other way as he speaks. "The last time I saw you..." He looks down and puts his other hand to his face. I hold his hand tightly. "When I touched you," he continued. He could barely say what he wanted to. Was he afraid? "I..." he sighs again. "Could see you. I do not know how-"

"What!?" I stare at him wide-eyed and pull away from his hand, sitting up in bed. He still refused to look at me. "You can see me? Why didn't you tell me?"

It didn't make sense to me. Illidan couldn't see anything. He merely saw magic, and in our land, magic was in a persons aura. For him to be able to see me as I was, it certainly was a frightening thought. What could that mean? Immediately my mind flashes back to when he rescued me, and how I didn't have a shirt on. He paused when he grabbed me and now I understood. When he touched me, he must have been able to see me. That included my bare chest. I cringed at the thought, though I guess we were even since he was always shirtless anyway.

"I had to know why," Illidan said softly. "After all this time, why you?" He growls the end of the sentence; I become offended at his response. Was I not worthy of being seen to him?

I had to tell myself that was just Illidan and go along with it. He didn't really mean that... I hoped. "Did you find out?"

His gaze is unwavering and refuses to venture to me again. A moment of silence and then he replies, "No."

That was disappointing. He left for nothing then. At least I learned information on him during that time.

I lay back down facing away from him. I couldn't believe it. I was angry at him for some reason. Probably for leaving me and not explaining himself until now. I hated dishonesty and secrets more than anything. That was partially why I had no one close in my life, it was hard for me to trust them and believe they were good. Illidan was one who kept his reasons and his actions to himself. I wished I had realized that before falling this far deep into him. I almost start crying, but chuckle to myself instead. It was sad, really.

"Never keep something from me again," I say without looking at him.

I hear silence in return. I roll over to look at him; he sits motionlessly where I left him. He still doesn't look at me. "I can not promise you that," he says sorrowfully, then looks to me. "But know that I will never hurt you again, Eden."

I turn away again. He didn't get it. Illidan was still Illidan. To think he would tell me the truth on anything was folly. He said he would never hurt me, yet his omission hurt me most of all. I had no doubt he would do it again given the right circumstances. Yet, I wanted nothing more than to lay here in silence with him. I peek over again and he hasn't moved positions. He must truly have felt bad, and I wanted to forgive him. I just didn't know if I could yet.

It was certainly the early hours of the morning now, and I knew I had to go to sleep. I didn't want to return home though. "Will you lay down?" I ask him softly, but my voice wavered with uncertainty thinking of his reaction.

I'm given no response in return, but eventually I hear the noise of the blanket rustle and feel his weight distribute over the mattress. I turn to face him; He lay on his side, looking at me in return. I smile and put my hand on his. It seemed he enjoyed touching me and I didn't want to deny him the ability to see me. He doesn't smile in return, but his face softens.

I turn over and scooch my back up to him so our bodies are pressed together. My head was at his chest level, and I lift my head up to see his reaction. He looked surprised, but didn't move away. I settled into him and closed my eyes.

He puts his arm around my waist. The weight of it is pressing but also comforting. I had never slept beside someone like this... it was awfully warm and intimate.

Illidan rests his head on the top of mine.

My mind ran wild with thought of what was going on. It was racing with thoughts of how close Illidan and I were, and how he thought of me. Did this mean he felt something for me? My heart sped up realizing what I had truly asked of him. It was embarrassing but I desperately wanted it. And I got it. But what did it mean? I sensed no further intentions from him, sexual or otherwise. He merely remained holding onto me.

"I will never let anything happen to you again," he mutters in my ear.

"Hmm?" I say sleepily.

He strokes my hair softly. "Tomorrow night meet me on the roof and I will make sure you are never in danger again."

"Huh? What's that mean?" I open my eyes at his sudden request.

"You will see tomorrow. Now go to sleep."

Illidans sudden change in attitude made me nervous, why was he acting sweet all of a sudden? My brain told me he was keeping something from me, but I wasn't sure what. Nevertheless I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep.