[Hey kids. Sorry for the, uh, two year absence. I'm changing the story, I'm going to spend this creative streak on writing this story, but I'm going to be changing a lot. The first story may also get a make-over, we'll see. Review/PM me, I'd love to chat. Enjoy.]

Nialas ran a hand over his aching hip. He was healing quickly, he was lucky that Eve didn't do more to him. In all honesty, he expected to die that night. Every time he closed his tired eyes, the flash of her dagger at his neck forced him awake again. He returned his attention to the piece of paper in front of him. They had her in captivity, and no amount of torture was getting any answers from the seasoned warrior. Nialas could have told them this was going to happen before he signed the order to have her tortured for information. He tossed the paper into the fire. No matter how high he stoked the flame, he could not get warm. He knew what she was waiting for, but he didn't want to give her that satisfaction.

The fact was that she single-handedly killed almost everyone on his land, and then some. It took twenty strong warriors to subdue this tiny Death Knight. She was dangerous, and the people were crying for her death.

The other fact was that he still felt something for her. He knew that he was being ridiculous, that his father would have told him to stifle his petty emotions and do the right thing. He should have her put to death. The issue for it was sitting in front of him, waiting for his signature. He could not pick up the quill and sign it. He had to do something first.

Pushing himself out of his chair, he glanced in the mirror before heading out. His face was full of bruises almost finished healing, but he looked better than the day after Eve had throttled him within an inch of his life. He had to go see her, even if it was for the last time before he personally signed a warrant for her death.

As Nialas dismounted, he was met by one of his second in commands. The warrior shook his hand, and Nialas could sense the exhaustion in his eyes. Eve was wearing his crew down, one by one. Nialas nodded and headed inside, down to the basement of the looming stone tower in front of him. Although torches lit the way, he still had to be careful not to slip on a missing stone. It would be ironic, he thought, if he died in so mundane a way after nearly meeting death a week earlier.

He stopped in his tracks as he heard a blood curdling scream that trailed into maniacal laughter. Immediately, he got goose bumps and, for a split second, considered turning around and merely signing the death warrant.

Two guards stood outside of the door, and Nialas realized he was holding his breath as he walked into the door held open for him. The torturer was standing at his station, cleaning the jagged, twisted tool he had just used on the Knight. She was chained at wrists and ankles, slumped against the cold stone wall.

"A moment, please." The paladin nodded. She was the only one who didn't look exhausted, and as she and the two guards left their stations, Nialas finally took a look at Eve. There was fresh blood on the ground, and by all appearances she seemed to be out cold. Nialas grabbed a nearby bucket of water and threw it on her. The Death Knight jolted back to consciousness and locked her burning eyes onto him.

"So you haven't said a word in a week's time? That's impressive." He grabbed a chair and sat far enough away that she couldn't get to him. She cracked a smile and laughed. Nialas' goosebumps returned, and he leaned forward.

"I've been waiting for you, you know." Her voice was hoarse. Nialas kept his eyes locked with hers, silently waiting for an explanation. She pushed her hair out of her face, and sat back. Her body was covered with burns,bruises and cuts. Nialas considered feeling bad briefly, but remembered the carnage that she had wrought.

"I want you to tell me everything. You held back that night." Eve rasped, her ice-blue eyes sending a chill down his spine that lit a fire in his chest. He had been expecting curses, death threats, attempts at his life. Her voice didn't even quiver, even though she had been going through atrocities for a week. Nialas knew exactly what they had been doing to try and get her to talk. None of it was pretty.

"Evelith, you... aren't who I thought you were. I thought after all these years that you would come back. I tried to move on, but you haunted me then and you haunt me now. I can't do this anymore." He tried to look her in the eyes, but he couldn't.

"So you're going to kill me? Parade me out there like a show and have me murdered in front of all of the jeering people?" Her chains rattled, and Nialas looked up. She was standing now. He had to admit, without her armor on, she wasn't an imposing figure. With just a thick wool shirt on and leather breeches, she looked... well, just like she used to.

"Do me the favor of standing and looking me in the eye when you say it at least." Nialas, loathe to do anything else but beg that she remember who she was, obeyed her. He stepped closer to her, and looked down into her eyes. Instead of the malice, there was just... a blank stare. He took a deep breathe and let it out.

"I am going to have you publicly executed in two days time. Make your peace with this life." He whispered to her. Her expression didn't change.

She reached out and laced her fingers with his. Nialas couldn't help it, he squeezed her back. "I'm sorry." He whispered as he let go. Eve nodded.

"Me too." She said, before she brought the palm of her hand upwards sharply, knocking Nialas out cold.

When he awoke, Eve was clasping her weapon belt to her hip. He reached forward, but was stopped by the chains that bound him to the wall. The Death Knight ran a hand through her tangled hair without paying him any mind.

"If you could have escaped at any time, why didn't you just go?" He seethed. His jaw hurt, and he tasted blood. He was sure that he had nearly bitten his tongue off, but he knew it wasn't as bad as it felt. Eve wiped her dirty face off with a towel and shrugged.

"Like I said, I was waiting for you." She crouched down in front of him at eye level, and caressed his bruised jaw with her bare hand. Much to Nialas' surprise, she leaned in and pressed her cold lips to his. Nialas broke away from the kiss to find Eve smiling.

"I know I'll see you soon, Nialas. You can count on it." She stood and fastened her helmet onto her head. All Nialas could see was the cold glow of her eyes through the slits in the stained metal. He called her name as she reached the threshold of the door, and she paused briefly.

"Don't worry, you won't have to wait a week to get out." With that, she disappeared out of the doorway.

Nialas heard the screams, even through the thick stone walls.