6,000 words in this chapter... hmm i'm tempted to add a few more 6's to that lol...

Sylvanas Windrunner, POV.

It had been days, since I'd heard Illidan's tale from Remo and the more I thought about it, the more I thought of how lonely I had been these years, as an undead as queen of the Forsaken and the more I thought about it, the more and more I thought, just maybe, I might finally be able to have a true partner to share all my ambitions and wants with, someone who would see me, not as a monster, but as the sad hurting person I was, someone, who would share my need for vengeance and be more than willing to help me get it.

But not before he comes to trust me enough and certainly not before I can learn enough about his Demon Hunter abilities, to properly defend myself against him should treachery arise. I thought to myself. it wasn't just strength and demonic abilities and magic, that made him capable of taking on over a hundred raiders, he had skill and speed and agility I didn't think possible, he's powerful he probably would have even been able to kill Arthas were it not for the fact that neither he nor any of his men wear armor.

So I set out, to find that quarter, me and my former guards had stumbled across, the section where the demon hunters trained, where I could watch them, see how they fought and single one out for personal training. it'd have to be a young one, though. I thought. one manipulated easily enough by a woman, I won't use my mind control, I'm certain Illidan and his cronies would see such a thing and that'd get me no where but trouble and perhaps an execution. No it has to be someone, young and somewhat nervous around women, someone I can lead around by my own natural talents alone, it's a good thing I can spot those sorts of details just from looking at people long enough. I smirked confidently, even as I once more found myself staring at a great deal of bare, perfectly smooth and hairless, muscular torsos.

I felt a pleasant ache between my thighs and a slight pooling of liquid warmth in my lower stomach and I growled, before ruthlessly shoving my desire down into the pits of hell with spears of cold determination and the pain of watching my people and my land die, by horrible infected inches at the hands Arthas and his scourge.

My appearance was far from unnoticed, I felt and saw all their blindfolds converge on me in one fluid motion. I swallowed slightly, God that's creepy, even for one like me. I quickly took in all of their expressions and I saw several night elves that twitched slightly and one blood elf that's forehead shone with just the tiniest bead of sweat as he stared at me.

Possibly, possible, not likely, probable… I counted off, the likelihoods, as I assessed each and every one of them, before I came to the winner. A Night Elf, in the corner, young looking about 17 if I had to guess, not terribly tall for a night elf though still taller than me at 6'6, with a long handsome enough face at a distance that was mostly sharp angles and strong bones structure though that apparently meant very little when it came to this breed of elves. He gulped, it wasn't much but it was enough for me to see that he was the weakest of all of them, when it came to women.

And then that pompous ass, Varedis walked up to me a scowl on his face. How do I know he's a pompous ass? Simple I've trained myself to se things like this ever since I became queen of the undead, so I could better read my people's feelings towards me to rout out traitors in my midst, not an easily task considering the general state of undead faces either, so I'm something in a master at this sorta thing, or at least an expert.

"Lady Sylvanas, I'd heard that you saved the Lord Illidan, from a possible deathblow and fought bravely alongside him against those raiders. I dare say we are grateful to you, for preserving our master's life." I blinked at him, Perhaps I was wrong, there is a first time for everything. I thought to myself and then he ruined it.

"But we are also suspicious, I myself think it was a mistake for Illidan to give you free reign as he did and that you just did that cause you have some sort of hidden agenda that can only be accomplished if Lord Illidan, lives on, maybe so you can use your Banshee powers to try and enthrall him and take indirect control of us."

I blinked yet again in surprise at him, "How did you know?" I asked curiously. He smirked arrogantly, "Spectral sight, we remove our own eyes to give us this sight, it lets us see things that should not be here in this realm, the ability to spot Demons and Undead, particularly undead manipulating bitches, from a hundred miles off, being the main reasons behind it, our spectral sight allows us to see them as clearly as you may see a bomb fire in the darkest night. What is your business here, Fallen Elf?" he demanded.

I scowled at him, "My business is my own, Sin'dorei oath, you may or may not have noticed but I have just as much a right as, well Prince Kael'Thas to be here and I've seen him go down this way many times and I don't think you bother to ask him his business, when he does, do you?" I demanded, it was pure bullshit of course, though I had glimpsed Kael'Thas, a few times going down a few corridors that might or might not have been connected to the one that lead here, I myself have only actually been here 2 times, including this one here, I just had to hope that he'd buy it and leave me be.

Varedis, blinked, then growled an obscenity that would have made a Dwarven sailor blush and most definitely should not have been used in the presence of a lady, a fact I pointed out to him and he just growled back at me, "Show me a lady and I'll give you that one."

So I just sat back against a nearby tree and proceeded to watch them all, as Varedis, brought them back to their vigorous, sweaty training and once more I had to work to contain my desire, with the pain my memories of what had been done unto my and my land by Arthas and his bitch Kel'Thuzad and what they had made me do to what remained of my people.

I watched them all train, but particularly the young Kaldorei, Demon Hunter, to gauge his skill, against those of others I could see were pretty good and I could see that while he wasn't among the best of them he was still pretty good, pretty fast and very agile, from what I could see he wasn't that big of a magic wielder, which suited me just fine as neither was I. Oh that wasn't to say I didn't have magic, cause I did, one of the few of the Forsaken that still retained their magical abilities from life and while I certainly did possess some potential talent and skill for the Arcane I usually much preferred to rely on my physical and mental capabilities, rather than my mystical ones… speaking of which I really needed to get myself a weapon of some sort.

A bow would be preferable but a sword would do. One particular sword, rose to my mind and I quickly shoved that thought aside. No way I was going to be convincing Illidan to give me the Tokijin blade back, not with the power it held within it and besides that it was demonic blade a blade that had wanted to swallow my soul or what remained of it and I don't really take kindly to things like that, weapons should know their place.

I watched them all train, mentally jotting down notes, noting that the young Kaldorei was apparently named Hellbourne, as that was what Varedis called him after the young boy screwed up some technique or another. I took note of their skill and technique with those strange double blades of theirs, Warglaives, I remembered.

I thought of how it might be to wield a couple Warglaives in my hands, they certainly did seem pretty useful, when in the right hands at least. I remembered how Illidan had disemboweled 4 Warriors with a single swipe of a warglaive and beheaded 6 with his other and how when he was completely surrounded, he'd done the whirlwind I'd only heard of Orc Blademasters occasionally using and just how intimating it had been to see him do it, when he had finished that maneuver over 20 maybe even 30 of the enemy had been dead, completely decimated in less than 15 seconds.

And all without a single trace of magic, if I could harness these abilities as my own, I could actually have a chance at a fair fight against Stormrage.

I thought of him grovel at my feet, after I'd just beaten him in a duel and I smiled like the cheshire cat. And then I thought of him and just what he could do to show his loyalty particularly what he could do on his knees, he'd have to pick me up though, even on his knees part of his height is in his torso, so either he'd have to lift me up to apply cunnilingus

or I'd have to… WHAT! (sound of record being removed or whatever, lol..)

I felt my cheeks flush, Why in the hell am I sexually fantasizing about Illidan Stormrage… doing that to me! I felt my forehead to see if somehow I'd managed to get a fever, but no the only warmness I felt was in my cheeks and that was purely psychological as not even the stuff that constituted as blood in my body could do such a thing as bring back the living curse of the physical blush, but I could still feel it there, no matter what alchemy said.

It had definitely been too long since I'd lain down with a man, I decided. Oh I wasn't going to do anything about it, especially not with Illidan no matter how drunk if I could get drunk, I get, no way in hell am I ever touching that filthy demon hybrid's body…

Though he really isn't that unclean. I thought to myself, unwillingly. after all the few times I've actually seen him, he's actually been pretty… well clean and well made up, despite the long thick raven dark hair and his only wearing of dark trousers and those goat hooves, he really actually looked a good deal better than a good deal of members of my own former High Elf, race that I could name, even Kael'Thas, didn't look THAT good.

I realized what I was doing and very firmly, placed my attentions onto the fluid, agile movements of the other males in the room, concentrating my desire, which really had gotten surprisingly strong, on members of my own species and all in all, things went pretty well… until Illidan entered the room that is.

Illidan Stormrage, POV.

Over the years, since I lost my original limited sight and gained my other vaster ones, I have honed them to be able to see more than just magic and Demonic auras, the those of the lesser races as well, the lesser races of course being those that have developed naturally on the world and in doing that I have been able to see not just the auras but the emotions behind them as well. Bursts of Black represent love surprisingly enough, red was irritation, yellow was rage.. Generally, fear is green, desire is sorta a liquid mixture of white, gold and brown, hate is about the purest white you've ever seen and some are just too strange and complicated to describe, in their truer aspects.

Currently, Sylvanas, who for some reason was down here gawking at all my fellow Demon Hunters as they trained vigorously, had a liquid deep golden brown cloud hovering around her and I felt… something, something that I was really familiar with but currently had blocked out the reasons why it was so familiar and was currently causing me to grit my teeth and feel unexplainable hostility towards all the other men in the room to add to my by now engrained second nature hostility towards Sylvanas. I pushed aside the feeling and decided to question Sylvanas later as to what the hell she was up to down here, I had more important things to attend to, like this speech as about to make.

I turned to face my Fellow Demon Hunters and they all bowed respectfully to me, though not overzealously, it was the 70 degree bow the slightest of bows. Just the way I had told them to.

"Listen up, Fellow Demon Hunters. As you all well know, there was a break in a few nights ago, a break in through our well honed defenses, which shouldn't have been possible… Raiders were the cause of this breakthrough, the break into the citadel and they made their way directly to where I was on the roof, on the way they somehow found the time to perform yet another break in and broke Maiev Shadowsong, free, I think there is a traitor among us, one who unleashed Maiev and let the Raiders slip past, either that or this traitor supplied some sort of power or artifact or important knowledge that gave them this capability. Myself and Lady Sylvanas over there," I pointed to her absently, "Killed all of the Raiders, we were caught up in bloodlust, something all of us have been known to fall victim to… even me, perhaps especially me, in any case we were unable to gather any information as to who backed them up and I feel it prudent to warn you all to be on your guard, report any strange activity directly to me, no matter what time or place it is no matter whats happening, all my other people have orders to let any or all of you through, any who say otherwise are to be presumed liars till I say otherwise, be prepared, the last thing we want is a recurrence of what happened three nights ago, Me and Lady Sylvanas got off lucky, next time the case might not be so… good evening, oh and be warned, I do not tolerate fools lightly, do not let emotions cloud judgment and be ready to backup whatever strange activities you may or may not witness. Now I want you all to go back to your quarters, forget any schedules you had this day and think on my words."

With that, I stepped the side of the doorway and watched as they all set aside their books and glaives and other such items and began to walk swiftly but silently towards their quarters, to meditate on my words hopefully, though I suspected the majority would just take it as an opportunity to rest and recuperate for the next day's strenuous activities.

"Well, well, that was quite the speech. Not perfect mind you, but still better than I'd expected from one such as yourself." I turned to glower at the gray shaded figure with deep violet eyes and just a hint of the curves that Kael'Thas had alluded to, with her deep fiery blue aura of sorrow, Sylvanas. I was getting better at seeing her. I'd never see her like I could back in life but the more time I spent around people and the more attention I heeded to them the more defined the showed up in my normal spectral sight and while I may not have known Sylvanas that long, I certainly had been paying her the utmost attention, to try and figure her out.

"Why if I didn't know any better, I'd almost say that you just complimented me, Sylvanas. But I know better, what are you doing here?"

She looked at me with what I could very VERY dimly, sorta make out as an innocent expression, "Well, you did say, I had free reign of the Citadel, Demon Hunter, I just figured I'd take some time to admire some of the more alluring sights." she grinned and I felt that emotion, which's name I was for some reason mentally blocking and I ground my teeth together and forced myself to say quite calmly, "They are my Demon Hunters, they are in training, training that is really quite complicated and requires all of their attention, they may be blind Sylvanas, but its been a while since any of them have had a chance to enjoy the feel of a woman beneath them or on top of them or sideways of them depending on their tastes and while they are unable to quite see you they are perfectly capable of discerning the fact that you are a woman and enough time can make anyone look beautiful in the eyes of a man, even, I sneered disgustedly, "A fallen dead rotting elf such as yourself, you're a nuisance here and unneeded distraction in their training."

There was a flash of something, green in her aura, that wasn't anger, but wasn't love either, it was a dark ugly green with scarlet lines and blue veins, something I could almost swear looked like hurt. But that was ridiculous, I scoffed, why should she be hurt by anything I said and besides I've called her worse before. "Yeah, well if their supposed to be all controlled and stuff, shouldn't they all be learning to cope with and ignore distractions such as myself?"

I growled trying to keep a hold on my temper and she rolled her eyes. "Fine, fine big guy, no need to growl, I'll get out of your hair now." and with that she sidled out of the room, leaving it empty apart from me and Varedis.

"If you want my opinion sir, I think you should have the guards set to restrict her movements once again, so she doesn't get into anymore kind of trouble."

I sighed and rubbed at my temples, "I've considered it Varedis, but as much as it irks me to admit it, I owe her. She saved my life, possibly more than once… until she does or says something to negate that obligation, I can't in good consciousness take away her freedom, especially not so soon after giving it to her."

"Very well My Lord." Varedis sighed and I could tell he didn't approve, but who was he to approve of anything I did, I trained him in almost everything I knew and was ruler of this temple, he answered to me, not the other way around, he wasn't even one of my lieutenants, he was a War General and a Teacher, nothing more, nothing less.

I felt the pull of the Skull of Gul'Dan and I summoned it to my grip, to stare down into the dark abyss of its eye sockets. Despite the fact that I'd consumed a great deal of the power within the skull all those years ago a good portion of it still remained intact and for some reason holding it tended to help me think better… also I'd grown a slightly disturbing sort attachment to it.

So I sat down on a nearby mat, to think.

Sylvanas Windrunner, POV.

I ran off, into the crowd of students, tracking down and following at a safe surreptitious distance and pace, the young Demon Hunter Hellbourne.

While I did this, I tried to figure out, just why that disgusting Demon Hybrid's words had bothered me so much, I mean it isn't like I had any sort of attachment or anything to him right? I mean we aren't even relatively close to being the same species and besides that he was eons older than myself and so much different… So why did the Demon's words hurt you so much then? If you truly do not have any sort of attachment or anything what so ever? a dark malicious little voice in my head asked. I was about to respond with some sharp cutting remark, that was virtually guaranteed to when i realized that the corridor was almost empty at this point.

I saw Hellbourne, glance back at me, worriedly as it had become more and more evident to him that I was following him.

We were just about to a door, when I made my move.

I leapt towards him and before he could even think of resisting I shoved a knife against his throat and pushed him into the room, "Make a sound and you'll have a new hole to breath through!" I hissed into his ear and he gulped and nodded, or as much as he could manage.

I locked the door behind us and paused, before whirling him around shoving him away and burying the kitchen knife i'd confiscated earlier, into the post of his bed.

"Now, boy fight me!" I demanded and he blinked none comprehendingly at me. "W-what!" he swallowed and I glared at him. "I said, fight me, you hairbrained lummox, I want you, to fight me, no noise out of your mouth I'll take up that knife again and kill you for certain!" he blinked disbelievingly at me, but didn't need to be told again. He charged at me ad we met in a furry of punches, kicks, jabs and feints.

The boy was good, he fought with great speed and agility and his reflexes were great too, not as fine as mine, but he was definitely good.

If this were a fair fight, he might actually win. I thought and then I smirked smugly, it's too bad I don't fight fair though and this boy, apparently does at least against women. I took every cheap shot I could and we'd hardly even been going at it 4 minutes, before I had him weakened to such an extent that it became the easiest thing in the world for me to kick out with one leg without his immediate notice and takes his legs out from under him.

I smirked as I heard his breath forcefully expelled from his lungs as he landed on his back and I swaggered towards him confidently, when he suddenly flipped back onto his feet and punched out with one savage blow that landed in my diaphragm with enough strength for force the air out of my lungs and bend me double, I gasped in pain and tears sprang to my eyes or well they would have if I still had tears, but those thankfully were one cure of life that the stuff in my blood hadn't resurrected. He quickly took advantage of my weakness to grab me around the throat and shove me off my feet up against the nearby wall.

"You sneaky, little fucker," I wheezed grinning even as pain and lack of proper oxygen made my vision blur a little. "You were faking, holding back so I'd get cocky, didn't you!" I accused even as I laughed, I don't think I could have chosen a better tutor.

He flushed slightly and shifted just a bit uncomfortably and my suspicions about him being the best for me were confirmed, he truly was the best I could have hoped for, well okay Illidan would probably be the best tutor, but I couldn't beat him, and I could beat this boy, for there was one cheap shot I still had left up my sleeve and I was perfectly willing to use it. "Well, its not exactly something I'm proud of, but the masters teach that when confronted with a powerful opponent, maybe one powerful enough to beat you, use trickery and deceit to trick him or her into a sense of superiority. After hearing what all went on, on the roof I sorta figured it would be best if I did this."

I nodded, chuckling slightly, "Good work, I chose you well." he frowned, "Chose me? Chose me for what? Why did you attack-" I chose that moment to perform the cheap shot, it was the cheapest of cheap shots and I think my mother would have been proud, I know my father would have.

I kicked him square in the balls, with enough force to lift him just the barest inch off his feet.

His face went deathly pale and he slowly, silently, slithered back down to the floor.

"I chose you," I explained calmly, rubbing at my neck and knowing were it not for the vile black stuff, there'd have been deep bruises to announce to everyone that I'd nearly been strangled to death, "because I need, someone, someone experienced but whom I can beat, to teach me how to fight like Illidan, how to beat him and perhaps when all is said and done, someone who I can call a friend."

Hellbourne squeaked pathetically, from where he laid curled up into a little ball on the floor, clutching at his privates. And I wondered if maybe I'd just kicked him a little too hard.

Illidan Stormrage POV.

I felt warmth, beyond belief, felt power so devastatingly beautiful and tender, sweetly stroking my senses, filling me up, flowing into me slowly, like golden syrup, setting my veins alight with brilliant fire. But it wasn't pain I felt from that fire, no it was pleasure, pleasure beyond anything else I'd ever felt.

I moaned and sighed, twitching spasmodically, as the arcane energy, seeped into me, as I soaked in the Well of Eternity I'd created.

I had truly had much more foresight than anyone had ever thought I did, when I first got within drinking range of the great well, of arcane power.

I'd had weeks of that closeness, to the well and every day I spent next to it, I filled a single vial with the great power.

And now here, I'd found a great lake of Draenor's very own, well three of them actually.

A lake of life, a lake of mana and a lake of rejuvenation. a mix of the two, first lakes.

And though I'd had no idea of what might happen if I did so, I'd taken a chance and dumped 14 of 30 vials, of Eternity water, into the great lake of rejuvenation.

The mystical powers, of its waters which had previously only been able to make you feel better heal a few injuries and take the effects of a few months of time off your body, now were supercharged by the well of eternity's waters.

I'd done some experimenting, cause fountain of youth is all well and good, but just how far back are we talking here, when we say youth? And as it turns out, thankfully, it only turned you back, till you were approximately 30, well at least if Kael'thas and Lady Vashj are any real judges…

I sighed, feeling powerful beyond belief, beyond reason… but then I had to crawl out of the pool and 40 minutes later, reality sunk in and I slumped to the ground and stared sadly up at the stars.

Who am I kidding, Kil'Jaeden, is going to get me as soon as he has enough time to waste on me, whether I'm empowered by this pool or not… I thought dismally, thinking how much simpler things might have been, were it not for Tyrande…I blinked, or as much as I could seeing as I no longer had eyelids.

What! No, bad thinking, Tyrande has nothing to do with how any of this turned out! Its that bastard brother of mine Malfurion's fault and Maiev, and don't forget about that bastard Rhonin. I though of that bastard who'd left me when the going got tough, bitterly. And then thought a bit more sadly, its also my fault, if I hadn't lost control of the situation, so badly back at the first well of eternity and then if I hadn't killed that Guard, Jarod Shadowsong, Maiev's brother… it was my fault, just as much as it was Malfurion's, Tyrande is innocent in all this! I though vehemently.

I felt a mental shrug inside my head, Whatever you say, but the fact is that Tyrande could have told us that she was seeing him, she could have mentioned that she'd been seeing him for over a month. Instead of letting us find out from that damned Satyr, Xavius. "I'm sure she didn't tell us for a damn good reason and besides how would she have known how much it would affect us? Huh? Its not like she knew or anything and besides that so could Malfurion, he could have SHOULD have told us that he was seeing her, even before she should have, he's my brother the fucking traitor, he should have told us long before I had to find out that way, he should have told us that he was even INTRESTED IN HER! But he DIDN'T!" I didn't realize I was screaming out loud my venom towards my inner voice and Malfurion, till I paused a second to take a few deep breaths and heard the echoes of my words. That may as well be, Illidan. But the fact remains that, she should have told us just as much as she did, cause she knew, Illidan. "How!" I demanded, "how is it that she could have possibly known, how I felt of her, hmm!"

Because, you idiot, we sent her little gifts and tokens of our affection, for weeks! We carried her priestess books for her, we gave her little trinkets and bought her dinner at expensive restaurants, we did everything but fly a blimp through the sky with a flag trailing after it, proclaiming our love for her! Everything except! Get down on one knee and give her that stupid proposal ring you bought for her!

I froze, as recollection of that ever so beautiful proposal ring came to mind, almost as beautiful as Tyrande. A giant glittering blue diamond as big as kitten's head, set into a marvelous silver ring encrusted with white diamonds… it had cost me fortune and a few precious strips of flesh from my back, as I'd had to kill a few demons with my magic to get the diamond.

I had remembered how I'd fantasized of giving Tyrande that ring, dreamed of it… dreamed of her walking down the isle, towards me my brother at my side clapping me on the shoulder to give me the necessary support, to keep from falling over onto the floor and dying happily, from seeing my soon to be wife, dressed in that wonderful white silken form fitting dress that clung to her curves with the metaphorical tips of their pinky nails, her girlish smile as she looked at me, her sparkling delighted eyes that proudly announced that it was the happiest day of her life…

I felt that oh so familiar heard rending twist, inside of me as that memory of dreams gone by, came to me and I slid down to my knees, funnily enough I didn't even remember getting up…

I sobbed, great heavy sobs, of grief ad despair as I realized just how much I'd truly lost… no I hadn't realized I'd just remembered, yet again, the small lake having temporarily drove the memories back away from me, with their wonderful, warm, euphoric properties.

A mixed blessing and curse. Blessing for whenever I came to the lake, well usually anyway, it was because the both the pain of my addiction, as well as the pain of the memories, both just finally came to be too much for my shoulders alone to bare, so I would seek comfort in its water's warm, welcoming, pain reliving embrace…

And curse, because every time I left the water, I was quickly bombarded by the sins and tragedies of my past and left with heavy desire to crawl back, to the water and never come out again.

I reached for my trousers on the bank nearby and slid them unhurriedly on, finding exceedingly little joy in leaving the lake.

I spread my wings, leapt up into the air and began to fly, back to the citadel.

When I got back, I asked my secretary the same thing I always did. "How long was I gone, this time?" Jena Sunreaver, a pretty, petite, young, blond thing, with small perky breasts and some reasonably nice curves, though she had a hunger for magic that rivaled mine, which was part of why I hadn't needed Vashj or Kael'Thas, to describe her to me. Said, "4 hours and 17 minutes, Lord Illidan, 12 minutes longer than last time." I winced, every time I went back to that Lake, I stayed in its waters longer and longer, it was getting to the point where I was actually considering taking someone with me to make sure I didn't decide to just stay there… but then I thought, of all the reasons not to do it and all the reasons to do it and found that the balance scales heavily favored the, 'Don't do it, it will only lead to betrayal and suffering.' so I sighed, instead. I thought of some of the things I'd seen Kil'Jaeden do, before I failed him that one last time and thought how much easier drowning in the magical waters of the well of Eternity would be, compared to becoming Kil'Jaeden's little bitch, for him to take his frustration out upon.

It always made me feel better, to think like that… how much worse, things could truly get…

Of course, the water of the lake, wouldn't let me die… not as supercharged as it was, no any damage time in it did unto me, would just heal and I'd possibly remain there forever… forever laying in a pool of golden warm radient energy… that was appealing.

I sighed, wistfully, thinking how easy it would be to just go to that lake right now and let myself go… so easy.

"Lord Illidan, I have come to you with news on Sylvanas Windrunner's activities." I tried hard not to jump, as Lady Vashj's voice appeared to come out of no where. I turned around to face her and saw a look in her eye that I really didn't like that much.

I'd tried to dissuade her, from spying on the Sylvanas woman, particularly by herself instead of mitigating it to some lesser vassal, perhaps one with more experience but for some reason she'd taken it upon herself to personally oversee the goings on of Sylvanas' days.

So I just sighed and went along with it. "And, what news do you have to report?"

She beamed, triumphantly, "She's been spending a lot of time, watching your Demon Hunters, milord, particularly one Demon Hunter, the boy named Hellbourne."

"I already knew all of this Vashj." I sighed, though I tried not to frown, as that damned Kaldorei's name surfaced yet again and with Sylvanas'. what could she be up to? I wondered. "But sir, surely this merits some importance to you! Something to get you out of your obligation, so you can send her on down to the dungeons for questioning! What of the boy Hellbourne? He saw that Orb thing, he saw those creatures of the Netherworld, you spoke of, could she be interested in all this as well? We did tell you of the Orb and its possible powers, right in front of her, milord."

I sighed, looking at her hopeful, lit up face. "Sorry Vashj, but no and I don't even wish to do so, Vashj she saved my life, I owe her a debt of gratitude, still. And I am in fact, grateful she took a nuisance off my hands and helped me destroy even more nuisances."

She glared at me, "Are you sure, that, that's all you are, Lord Illidan?" she asked a dangerous tone in her voice, one that had me almost shifting uneasily, eve though I was supposed to be the Master here. "Vashj," I sighed, "there is nothing, going on between me and Sylvanas, it disgusts me to even think of such a thing happening and even if such a thing were to happen, I fail to see how it would be any of your business!" I growled that last word and she flinched just a little.

"Your safety, is my business!" she snarled right back at me, with venom in her words. "Yeah well I fail to see how my goings on, with a Fallen Undead Elf, Revenant, has anything to do with my safety!" I shouted, "IT HAS EVEYTHING TO DO WITH YOUR SAFETY ILLIDAN STORMRAGE!" she shouted, right back at me. "The safety of your heart, in particular is one of my concerns!" I blinked at her and I could see just a glimmer of… something, in her eyes. "Vashj, your duty, is to protect my physical wellbeing." I said quietly, "your duty to protect me, does not extend to my heart, if only because its already been broken." I sighed, feeling miserable suddenly.

Vashj sighed as well, the sparkling things at the corners of her eyes were gone. "Maybe so Lord Illidan, but you forget, things that are broken can be fixed, it may take tremendous determination to do so but even the most shattered of things can be fixed again, even if it is only to be broken once more."

She spared me one last look, before she slithered away, to leave me to ponder her words. And to ponder whether or not she might be right.

can't stop me now, can't stop me now. give me some blood, add in some fuel, give it to me give me my blood. never let you go. TERMINATION BLISS! HAHAHAHAAH Little Angel... YEAH! here i am was it everything you dreamt of OHHH Little Angel!