*It's been some time. Anyway, here's the next chapter. This time, Caleb finds someone that will remind him of what he once was.*

Caleb was washing the blood and guts from his boots and cracked his knuckles.

"Pathetic insects." he sneered.

Whatever passengers were left onboard were now in a state of panic. When Caleb first landed on the ship, they were quite confident they would repel him. But now, with the blood of their comrade spilled and overflowing into the sea, they eyes were full of nothing but sheer terror.

"By the Light, he's killed them all!" one shouted.

"We're no match for him! Abandon ship!" another cried.

Caleb, however, had no intention of letting them go. With a quick incantation and a flick of his wrist, many of remaining passengers were reduced to a pile of torn limbs and crushed insides. He was determined to kill everyone on board. Even so, there were still a slew of obstacles. A paladin burst out from below the deck and boldly challenged Caleb.

"Beast!" he shouted, "I'll send you to the depths of Hell myself!"

That was the last thing he ever said in this life. In the blink of an eye, he dodged the oversized mace the paladin was wielding hacked one his legs off. A piercing scream erupted from the helpless adventurer who was now at the mercy of his attacker. Another quick slash decapitated the one-legged paladin.

Caleb now turned and gazed at what he had done. The brave adventurers and crew that once populated the ship now lied dead, slain like animals. Caleb was sure that none of them survived and proceeded to sink the vessel. He called the mount that was circling the ship overhead and jumped onto the saddle. Once he was at a safe distance, he whispered briefly before a fireball generated from his palm and quickly grew to about two yards in diameter. With a swift motion, he threw at the ship, creating a large hole on its side. Slowly, but surely, the vessel was sinking, eliminating any evidence that a massacre had just taken place.

Once the ship disappeared below the sea, Caleb turned his mount towards the shores of Northrend. They hadn't changed much since his last visit. The ice and snow still covered a portion of the beach and the trees looked as dead as ever.

Hmmm, thought Caleb, I think I'm having déjà vu here.

He landed momentarily and dismissed the mount. He took a quick glance around the beach and noticed nothing out of the ordinary. Ice, snow, sand, and a few crustaceans populated the dead shore. Upon closer inspection, however, he noticed several marked upon the sand. He drew closer and found that they were footprints coming from the sea and heading towards the dense forest. He also noticed the blood that followed the footsteps.

Looks like one got away, Caleb thought angrily.

Cautiously, he followed the footsteps into the dark forest. Caleb noticed the sun was starting to set. After about fifteen minutes of searching, he found the footprints finally came to an end. At the end there was a rather beautiful night elf lying unconscious; clothes torn and blood pouring from a wound most likely caused by Caleb. His initial thought was to kill her, but then he realized that she looked rather young for a night elf. After brushing the dirt from her face, he realized that she was just a girl.

Slowly, he stood up and looked at his bloody palms. After what seemed like hours, he clenched them, ground his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut. His knees buckled and he eventually fell on them. His glowing eyes then opened to look at the night elf once more. The realization was simply too much.

"By the Nether," he said in a chocked voice, "what have I become?"

Wasting no time, he turned the girl over and applied first aid. Although Caleb rarely got hit in battle, he knew the having a skill in first aid was crucial to surviving war. After he applied the bandages and the healing spells, he picked up the unconscious night elf in his arms and proceeded to take her to his hideout.

Night was already upon by the time he reached the abandoned mining town. He looked for the storage house and opened up the false wall located inside. Placing the girl onto the bed, he wrapped a blanket around her cold body. He took a moment to look at her features. Smooth velvet skin, snow white hair (just like his), luscious curves, soft perky breasts…

Caleb shook his head and looked away. He knew he could never have a relationship with her. She was a beautiful, young night elf while he was Kil'jaeden's reject. She could never like him if she knew the truth. He then moved to remove his trench coat, washed up and settled into his own bed. He didn't even know how to introduce himself…or how to explain what he's done.

Dawn broke and Caleb woke to find the night elf still in bed. He got dressed and pulled up a chair right next to her bed, waiting for her to wake up. She eventually woke, churning in her bed as she stretched.

"Uh," she moaned, "where am I?"

"You're in my hideout, little elf?" Caleb spoke softly.

She immediately spun around and looked with wide eyes at him. They glowed just the same as Caleb's, but with a silvery color to them. She then drew herself up to the wall next to her and pointed in a wild manner at him.

"N-no!" she stammered, "I k-know what y-you did. Monster! You s-stay away from m-me."

"Calm yourself and just listen to me" Caleb said, "I know what I did was atrocious and unforgivable. But I saved your life and you at least owe me a sign of gratitude."

"Huh?" the night elf spoke, then taking a moment to look at the bandages, "Oh."

"That's right." Caleb spoke with satisfaction in his voice, "Now can you start by telling me what your name is?"

The night elf was slightly dumbstruck at first, but then recovered and spoke hesitantly, "O-oh. Um, well, I'm Usara Voltain Uther."

Caleb froze momentarily, and said "You wouldn't happen to be related to Uther the Lightbringer, would you?"

She lowered he head and spoke softly, "No…I'm not, although many think I am. You see…"

Before she could finish her sentence, she realized her lips were now pressed against his, but was too shocked to respond in any manner. Both Caleb and Usara continued making out for the next few minutes, their tongues massaging each other. The kisses grew more passionate and her body grew hot. She muster the strength to push him away, if only gently.

"Mm," Caleb spoke as he licked his lips, "just as I thought."

"P-please, I don't even know your n-name." she blurted out.

A seductive grin swept Caleb's face, "I'm Caleb, my horny little night elf."

She was now blushing and fumbling around before shouting angrily, "Hey! What kind of girl do you take me for?"

"Considering how you were kissing me back there, I could guess." Caleb shot back.

The blush grew even more intense, as her rigid face softened. "Uh, well, I was kind of enjoying it. I really didn't want to push you way, but I just couldn't take it."

"Why not?" Caleb ventured to ask.

Usara grew even more hesitant before responding, "I…I don't know. But what I do know," and here she smiled, "is that I want you to kiss me again."

"With pleasure." Caleb spoke coolly.

*Well, that's Chapter 3. Reviews would be appreciated.*