-1Author's Note: Time for chapter two. Death is getting nearer and for some it's closer than you think. Uh oh! (I don't own WoW or it's characters.)
Chapter 2: Love or Lust? Hatred or Insanity?
The silence was making me uneasy. Several times I had believed that I had finally died and yet I would turn my head so slightly to watch the troll stare into the darkness and feel my heart quicken to reassure myself that I remained alive. I had also wondered if the dwarf had died, I had not heard him speak in quite a while. I let out a sigh thinking about dying so dishonorably, my life had always been focused on this war. Killing the enemy was all that I did but, I would have gladly died by one of their blades. Once again I turned my head towards the troll and at the same time she also shifted her head towards me.
She blinked at me a few times before smiling softly. I felt the muscles in my face relax as the thoughts of death faded away from my mind. She was so calm about being here but, that's how it had always been with her. So unafraid of war, pain, and death. I wondered what she was always thinking about that made her this way. Or what had happened in the past.
I watched as she stretched her tall form with the little space she had, letting out a pleasurable sigh before falling over onto my lap and closing her eyes. I held my breath taking in the feeling she caused me. She started nuzzling her head into my legs making me breathe out quickly.
I knew it wasn't right to let the enemy do something like this, so I tried to move away slowly and yet as I did her arms wrapped around my legs and gripped onto them. It was frustrating knowing in the end she would probably get her way but, I wasn't just going to give up. I pried her hands from my legs holding onto them tightly as she tried to put them back. Her head raised from my lap and a tiresome face greeted me. There is no other word than adorable to describe her worn-out expression.
It was strange to find her this way, I don't ever recall referring to someone as "adorable", living all your life in war I suppose one does not think about such strange things but, it didn't matter. My death would come soon enough. These unfamiliar feelings would be so useless and worthless to experience when I would be dead in a short time. And yet, I was happy a feeling I had rarely felt, and it was so different from the other times that I had thought I knew and felt what happiness was. Such as the strange pleasures I would get when killing the Horde. A happiness gained from hatred is so different from a happiness gained from love.
I wondered if that was really the thing I was feeling toward her.
She took the opportunity to take control of my hands while I was lost in thought, forcing them back to the hard rock behind me. It was cold, I hadn't noticed before but, the ground and rock walls were cold now. It must have been night. She grinded my hands against the rocks making me bite down on my tongue to not let the cry of pain escape my mouth.
A small smile grew on her lips. I watched her carefully waiting for a chance to escape her grip but, I doubted myself when being handled by her. A small noise came from deep in my chest and suddenly her hands stopped. My knuckles were numb and bleeding. They began trembling at my sides. I looked at her again, she seemed to be distracted by something. Her eyes shifted to the left before turning her whole body around. She stayed like that perfectly still, I wondered if she was even breathing.
Her hand reached for mine, I watched as it lay limply in hers. She pulled me close to her and pointed in the direction of the dwarf and gnome. That's when I noticed the growling sound of the dwarves snoring. It was unnoticeable unless you really listened but, that is expected of any soldier. I cautiously raised one finger to my lips as she looked to me in question. My finger trembling against my lips, I was in pain and the cold only made it worse.
The rogue turned to the space where my other allies rest and suddenly she vanished. Her hand began to release mine but, my grip suddenly came back, squeezing her hand gently. Realizing what I had done I quickly took my hand back to my side. She came back to vision looking at me with her red eyes. Worry? I don't know exactly what it was in her eyes but, there is no doubt that worry was in my mind. Perhaps her eyes mirrored my thoughts. I felt exposed. I hated it.
As I removed my gaze from hers I felt her warm leathered fingers wrap around my arm pulling me so vehemently that a small gasp came from deep within my throat. Her other hand grabbed my shoulder spinning me around and in one swift movement her hands left my arms and wrapped around my waist. Her breasts pushed against my back and her head rested against my shoulder. She was so very warm.
My protective walls were being broken down by her blades. Every moment that she held me, my mind was failing my body. My developed instinct of hostility toward the troll began to overwhelm my thoughts. Although I had no intention of fighting with this rogue my mind sought otherwise. My warming body began to get hot, almost uncomfortably.
Her arms clasped around my body tighter and her face cuddled into my neck. She blew out softly onto my throat making my skin tingle with unease. I clenched my jaw shut as she moved her head lower, back to my shoulder her lips releasing the warm air until her mouth was so close that I could feel her soft lips brush against it. I felt my sanity slip away as she pushed her lips down onto my skin moving them upward toward my ear. They were soft, almost teasing kisses. She moved to my jaw and across my cheek to my own lips. I realized then that they were trembling but only barely.
I will admit that I did have a desire for her to continue but, I also had a desire to kill her or perhaps it was just a natural feeling. As she halted her kisses my desires clashed fighting each other violently. Creating a battlefield in my thoughts and amongst all the warfare a voice was clearly heard although just a whisper. An unrecognizable tongue, luring the attentions of my ears.
The rogue took an arm away from my waist and replaced the emptiness of her hand with my chin, turning my head toward her own face. She had a look of amusement and flirtatiousness in her eyes, she was speaking softly still while moving her face closer to mine. She stopped talking and unconsciously I responded, I cannot recall what was said but, my words were fierce whether they were of love or hate. As I finished my eyes shifted to glance at hers and yet I had not a chance to see what was expected. Her lips were very warm and almost unpredictably soft. Again the battle pressed into my mind. Her arms turned me around once again this time making my body face hers. She grasped my wrists pulling me against her and then lowering me to the cold ground. She was dominating me and yet her lips remained gently on my own.
Every movement, no everything she did caused my war to fight harder, my love or hating desires fought for victory. Hate love hate hate love.
She made the kiss more intimate, I could feel her desire for more. Her hand ran down my arm to my side and then waist where she massaged my hip lightly. I sighed out into her mouth, and she began to rise, taking her lips away from mine. I knew at that moment that the war between my love and hate had only one soldier left on each side. Whatever happened next would decide their fate. My fate.
The troll hovered over me closely. She watched as my blinded eyes tried to remain open. Her pink tongue poked out licking her lips and then quickly hid back inside her mouth and instead her teeth bit down on her lips as she began to lean closer to my face once again. My heart fluttered, love was winning. With a hand she held her dark hair back and I felt that warmth again. I started putting as much affection in it as she was making her more and more excited. She pushed her lips against mine harder, I could feel her tusks now, sharp. The sensation of they're sudden sting made me gasp, giving the rogue an opportunity to slip her tongue inside. Her tongue was sweet and still tasted of herbs from my potions. Hate was being slashed down.
I moved my free hand to her face, caressing her soft skin. She tried to return the fondness by deepening the kiss even more. It was too quick and aggressive, her tusks ripped into my lip cutting a deep wound. Hate had taken victory. After all, injured soldiers will still fight.
I grabbed her hand that had been holding her hair, and pulled her violently off of me. She rolled to the side and I quickly mounted her. My hands and her hands moved at the same time as if she knew what I planned to do but, I was quicker none the less. Instead her hands gripped around my wrists trying to pull me away to get air. My lip was warm and throbbed I could feel my hot blood drip from it. It landed on her face, how disgusting she was trying so hard to pull me away. After all it was my turn to dominate. I felt an unusual pleasure as her hands began to tremble and she tried to talk but only the sound of gasps of nothing came from her mouth. I could feel my smile fade as the rogue relaxed under my body and her hands moved away from my arms and up to my face where her hand caressed me gently.
"Horde?! Elf why didn't you tell me?" The surprised voice startled me I flinched and released my grip from the troll. She was quick, her arms wrapped around my head bringing my face close to hers and raising my bottom half into the air. Her breathing was harsh, with her legs she kicked my over her. "Elf! What are you doing? You let the savage get away!"
She was trying hard to breath steadily but, that only made her lose her breath more. Every few breathes I could hear her whimper but, there was too much noise to know where she was hiding.
"I could've killed her with my axe. A single strike and our problems would be all gone-"
"Silence yourself dwarf! If you hadn't interfered she would be dead already I doubt you could have found her anyways." I could feel some of my rage drain out but I knew that it would just develop again because of the stubborn dwarf.
"You'd better watch your tongue elf." I could see the dwarf's face began to wrinkle from his anger. I felt myself laughing out loud. I crawled towards him.
"Look at yourself. Look where we are, does it look like all of our problems would be gone if she were dead? What good is a rotting corpse in this small space. We barely have enough air to breathe because of your ranting you fool!" I could see the dwarf's hands clench into fists as I finished. I didn't let him speak even if he could think of something to shoot back at me I wouldn't have listened. I turned my attention toward the gnome in the corner of our tightly enclosed space.
He was struggling terribly. Something was troubling him. It was rewarding how easily I could sense her. I crawled past the enraged dwarf and to the gnome and troll. She had unstealthed then and didn't bother to look at me. Instead her eyes stayed on the struggling gnome. He was pale and it looked as though my healing hadn't helped him at all. I wondered if I overlooked something or if I even tried to look at all. He had been sleeping like this for the entire time we were trapped. The troll watched him for just a moment longer before lifting the gnome by his arm until he sat straight. Strangely I didn't expect the dwarf's voice and it startled me.
"What in the heavens is going on 'ere?! Don't let the barbarian rat touch him." I laughed at him again.
"Do you listen to yourself when you talk my friend?" Barbarian rat, really? Had he run out of insults for the horde already?
The troll did not look away from the gnome. She was examining his trembling body intently. I could see that she knew what was wrong with him. It was then I noticed I had been staring at her and I hadn't event noticed the weapon in her hand. It was the broken blade that had once been in her. I should have left it in her except I really didn't want the smell of a dead troll to be the last of my breaths, although a dwarf's breath is not much better.
"The beast has a blade! She'll kill him! Move aside lass." The dwarf tried to push past me but I grabbed onto his sash keeping him from going any further.
"A gnome's rotting corpse is better than a troll's. It's smaller and the smell wont be as strong." My eyes squinted as I grinned at him.
"You bloody traitor! You'd let him die right in front of you!" The dwarf was really upset by my actions. I could feel his rage build up again as the heat around him seemed to raise. He reached to his side and pulled out a small blade. Trying to lash out at the troll I once again held him back only to be attacked. I rolled back in surprise.
"Calm yourself my friend-" Again he attacked me this time getting the side of my arm. I'd had enough bleeding for the night. I cast a spell on the earth causing roots to entangle him and stop him from movement. He began to slash at the roots.
"You are no friend of mine elf. You are a traitor." The dwarf threw down his dagger in frustration, as I kept casting the spell so that the roots seemed endless. If he had kept going he could have escaped. I was out of mana.
"Now, just wait. I believe this troll has no intentions of killing anyone here for we are already dead." Although I wouldn't be surprised if she had wanted to kill me at the time. After all I ruined her affection with my barbarous actions. I smiled a little worried and turned my attention to the troll she stabbed the gnome quickly in the side of his chest. Well maybe she did want to kill.
Her head quickly moved to his side and she put her mouth around the cut she had made. I could see her cheeks move in her mouth lightly as she sucked on his blood. I felt something strange. As if seeing her do this to him made me irritated to watch or annoyed. I don't exactly know what the feeling was, but it started to grow and my patients thinned.
I had then realized that the rogue was sucking out the poison in his bloodstream that she had probably caused him to have before this whole entrapment. As she kept sucking, her mouth grew bigger with all of the liquid inside. I wondered how much longer she would be able to keep it in there. It occurred to me that she might swallow it not necessarily on purpose but even a slip up could cause her death. I cast another spell on the dwarf before crawling quickly to the troll. She kept at it. It made me upset, she wouldn't even look up at me as if my existence didn't matter to her anymore. At the time I was too narrow-minded to comprehend why. I just wanted her to stop trying to save him, we were all already dead anyways.
I watched as she rose from the gnome, her cheeks poked out just a little, and then they thinned slowly. I felt my heart flutter, my body reacted on it's own somewhat. My hand grabbed her chin leveling it with mine, I smashed my face onto her. My lips forced hers open and then with my free hand I slammed my fist into her stomach, forcing the liquid back up and into my mouth. She coughed and I swallowed, my whole mouth and throat burned. The pain quickly vanished as my body numbed.
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AN: Alright wasn't sure where to end it in this chapter but after typing that last sentence I thought, eh guess that's an okay cliff hanger. So anyways if you notice our elf friend seems to get out of an elf like character which I had planned. I'm trying to make her seem as if she's losing herself bit by bit. Thanks for reading please review.