have to hide, safe from swarms. you don't see i see everything. the worse insult an enemy can suffer is to be ignored. must protect, must hide, must starve, safe from swarms!

I took a man in my mouth and that's the day i stopped pretending and started BEING!

when you have savored both sexes, when you have learned to make them both cum like baby gorillas HEHAHAHAHAHAA

I OWN NOTHING HEHAHAHAHAHAHAAH I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT I DO NOT OWN WARCRAFT I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS... SPECIAL CROSSOVER FROM MY SICK AND TWISTED INCESTOUS NIGHTMARE VERSION OF TWILIGHT AT THE END OF THIS CHAPTER! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED HEHHEHHEHEEHEEEHEHHEEH

Sylvanas Windrunner, POV.

It was two days since the battle with the strange Sand Naga and my headache wasn't getting any better and to make things worse I just couldn't get any silence not even in my own head, for Valentine's words just kept repeating themselves every ten minutes. "Ever dance with the devil by the pale moonlight?"

"shut up!" I groaned and immediately regretted it as my headache doubled with the noise.

What the hell is wrong with me? I wondered rubbing at my aching eyes. fatigue maybe? Ever since this headache started up I haven't been able to get more than 4 hours of rest, the rest of the time I laid in bed was just a half awake, half dead, half something else coma, pretty much.

I sighed and crawled slowly, out of bed, careful not to do anything to cause noise. And I began to get dressed, when a knock came at the door, the blows that hit the door feeling like hammers driving spikes through my eyes and my ears.

I groaned and stared, first at myself, having just gotten on a half buttoned tight gray blouse and nothing else and then over at the door.

Another knock came at the door and I decided to screw modesty in favor of just getting that damned idiot to stop knocking on the door.

I opened the door and snarled hoarsely, "What!" I blinked as I found myself staring at Lady Vashj, my first reaction which should have been to recoil in fear at the sight of those great teeth, was actually more akin to depressed homicidal, suicidal and genocidal thoughts and maybe a few other cidals if I could think of them. She fidgeted, almost looking to be nervous and looked at me, "Hello, can I come in?" she asked

"Depends, are you here to kill me?" I asked, she shook her head. I spat to one side bitterly, wincing at the loud splash it made, well okay it wasn't really loud but it was loud enough, "pity, the one time I actually want death its avoiding me, come on it."

I sighed and opened the door up wide and scurried back towards where I was searching through the clothes I'd gotten from the Citadel's clothing departments and started searching for pants.

"Is everything alright?" Vashj asked as I did this, "I came here to talk to you, but you don't look well, should I get Lord Illidan or a healer perhaps?"

I thought of Looorrd Illidan and I thought of that little speech he'd made up on the roof, thanks to him I now had people whispering and hissing about marriage, proposals and how romantic and strange and sick and all sorts of things, a marriage between him and myself would be and I was… well honestly pissed.

Oh sure it hadn't been quite so bad during the battle, or even shortly after it, but then word had gotten around and I'd had to do a lot of thinking and I'd decided that I was going to kick Illidan's ass when this headache dissipated, if it ever did, I was going to show him my mad Demon Hunter skills I'd been learning from Hellbourne and then there'd be a reckoning.

"No thanks, I think I've about had enough of Looord Illidan and his people." I snarled and finally pulled free a set of brown trousers and I hastily put them on and did up the buttons.

Vashj sighed, "Still brooding on that I see." she murmured softly, "Listen I was half dead up there and part way unconscious but I still heard a lot of what was said, I heard the tone in Illidan's voice and I truly do not think was… well thinking when he said that I think he was more acting, more in tune with his heart than anything else which he has done quite a bit, I think you should cut him a break, just a little one."

I leapt to my feet and stared at Vashj in shock and disbelief, "Are you fucking kidding me?" I snarled, "I'd think you of all people would be glad I'm not speaking to him anymore, you can have him for all I care, have him screw him have little winged snake babies, I don't care."

Liar! "Liar," Vashj and a voice that sounded like Deirdre's said in unison and I glared at Vashj, while mentally snapping, what are you double teaming me now? Deirdre didn't reply.

"I saw the two of you in action up there, Sylvanas, you may not have realized it, but I saw how closely the two of you made sure you were to each other, how in perfectly in sync you were, how you seemed to revolve around each other, how you two fought, it was incredible like nothing I'd ever seen or heard of before, I heard what you said as well and while I may not have understood it, I do recognize soulspeak when I hear it and trust me this was it."

I stared at Vashj, dumbfounded, "What the fuck are you talking about?" I demanded, Vashj shrugged, "you'll find out soon enough, if I try and tell you myself what all this is about before its all gone its course, it'll just bounce off deaf ears, suffice to say what you and him are is… something unique something I've only read of in some of the extremely old texts ancient even ten thousand years ago, mere myth and legend even back then. I know neither you nor Illidan would believe me if I told you what I know of it, not at this stage, but just please make it easy on yourself and follow your heart, Fallen Elf, I'd hate to see Lord Illidan get hurt any more than he already has." Vashj' voice got really quiet at that last part and I could see a very sad look in her eyes.

I wanted to tackle Vashj to the ground and strangle her, but I repressed the urge and rubbed at my temple with one hand. "You still aren't making any sense, Naga wench." I growled, "When you want to make sense, I'm going to be in Valentine's lab, trying to strangle answers out of that psychotic drugged up mess of man."

I was almost out the doorway when Vashj called out after me, "He isn't in his lab." I paused and turned to her tiredly, "Of course he isn't, where the hell is he then?" I asked.

"He is in the Blood Elf portion of the Citadel, up on the top floor in one of the furthest sections of the citadel, where the Blood elves have apparently remade something of their old homeland, umm something called a, Dalaran, I believe."

I followed Vashj through the intricit passage ways and corridors, seeing less and less of Demons and chaos more and more of my old Quel'dorei upbringing.

The dark gray and black cobblestones slowly but surely were replaced by white ones, the walls and the tapestry depicting demonic porn and ancient runes were replaced with plain white walls and red tapestry depicting lions fighting and dragons flying.

I smelled the air and instead of musk, fungi and burnt amber, I smelled soap, lavenders and honey.

Home.

"What possible purpose, could a man like Valentine have here?" I wondered aloud and Vashj shrugged, "I don't know, he's been doing a lot up here recently, moving and creating things, in the courtyard they build up here and removed half the roof for, but whatever he's been doing, it hasn't been all that much to their displeasure I think, or I would have heard of it. I think I did hear something about party or a celebration or something, I'm not sure."

I stared at her, "I haven't been here that long and hopefully won't be here that much longer, but I think I've seen enough to know that a celebration of any sort would be rather umm… chaotic? Perhaps with a side order of, complete and utter madness!"

Vashj giggled, a strange sound coming from the large serpentine woman, "Yes I know, but like I said we haven't heard any complaints from the elves yet, so nothing we can really do about it, well if Lord Illidan could be bothered to do anything about it, he would even if they weren't complaining but he doesn't really see much harm in it and he has been on the receiving end of Valentine's more happy concoctions, sooo…" Vashj trailed off with a helpless shrug and I sighed.

We found Valentine in the courtyard Vashj mentioned and I gaped, as it was really quite fantastically similar to the place I had known as Dalaran. I saw buildings and wells and fountains so amazingly similar I almost thought I had stepped through into a portal and to the remnants of the great magical city.

And then I heard Valentine's beautiful melodic voice, which was usually very low but was now really quite loud indeed as he shouted at someone up high in a bell tower that stretched up into the sky. "OH will you come on already, lower the blasted thing, don't make me come up there, just lower the damn thing I got the required power in myself to take the whole thing if it falls."

I saw the elf/human hybrid with his short but pointed ears, at the foot of the great tower, dressed in dark dragonhide boots that went up to his calves, black trousers, a black dress shirt and black frock coat.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked and he blinked over at me, "Oh hello, what am I doing? I am getting this place ready for the party of a LIFEIME!" Valentine cackled and flung his arms wide, laughing like there was no tomorrow… and then there was a cry from above some sparkling, crackling energies and a bell fell over him.

Me and Vashj stared at the place where Valentine had been in shock and looked up to some very nervous and very sheepish looking mages from above.

And then a loud crackling came from the bell and we looked back down to it and saw that it… was turning brown and stone like. We just watched as this happened for a long couple moments and nothing happened.

A few minutes later still nothing happened, a few minutes later and still nothing not a light blasted thing happened. I was about to ask if maybe we should call somebody for help or something, when the bell disintegrated.

Valentine gave the mages above a look and they gulped before quickly disappearing. He looked at us and cleared his throat, "Erm as I was saying, it'll be a celebration to last a lifetime, we having it at the end of the month, everyone's invited."

"What's the occasion?" I asked. He shrugged, "Defeating the sand Naga of course and beating back the tides of darkness once more… and also just for the hell of it." he giggled.

Vashj looked at him confused, "But you've been readying this place for a party for weeks before we encountered those things, how could this be about our defeat of them?"

He shrugged again, "Oh simple, like I said before part of the reason for the celebration was just for the hell of it really, our defeat of the Sand Naga and Akama, is just topping."

He turned his fever bright eyes away from us and to someone behind us, "Bob where the hell are those vats I requested be brought up from the labs? I need a vat right here! RIGHT HERE I TELL YOU!" he pointed towards the shattered remnants of the bell.

"So umm what is it you came here to talk to me about?" he asked, turning back to us and clapping his hands together eagerly.

I glanced at Vashj uneasily and around at his workers, "Umm, could we perhaps take this talk somewhere else? Somewhere private?"

Vashj caught the look and appeared to be surprised but then she nodded understandingly, "I'll be over in that bar over there, if you need me." she pointed and I nodded to her.

Valentine looked at me and he realized that I still wanted more privacy than this and so with a roll of his eyes he lead me away into the Belfry.

"Okay, we're alone now, what the hell do you want?" he asked his voice pleasant, his eyes irritated but tolerant.

"Valentine," I swallowed, "What the hell did you mean about the devil and moonlight and stuff?"

He blinked at me, "What?"

I sighed, realizing I'd have to jog his memory just a bit, "2 days ago, you asked me a question about dancing with… something the devil by the pale moonlight, what did you mean?"

He blinked yet again and then comprehension dawned, "Oh yes, please forgive me, I'm a bit on edge today, some of my potions appeared to have gone dud on me and I had to cook up a whole other batch, eh a whole bunch of stuff's happened to cement me in this reality and place and time zone and I don't like it." he sniffed looked around disdainfully as if to better make his point.

"Anyway, I can't tell you that Sylvanas, so go run along shoo." I stared at him in disbelief and he smirked at me, "Why in the hell not?" I demanded putting one fist on my hip.

"Because," he said eyes sparkling, "its not time for you to remember yet and besides I don't even know really what it is that your supposed to be remembering , I just know what it while it is important, it can wait for a while, I don't know when, but till this rave I'm having is over, when the rave is over you should definitely know by then, oh and you should be giving Kael'Thas shock therapy as well, I'm not sure how successful it will be but I look forward to seeing the results."

And with that, Valentine Wolfe, flung his arms wide, scooped me up into them and kissed me… and I punched him.

Our eyes met as he lay on the floor grinning and straightening out his nose and I stood above him my fist dripped tainted blood, I asked him why he did it with my eyes and the smell of the blood came to my nostrils and I understood.

I kneeled down on the floor my legs on either side of his left one. I took his face between my hands and stared into those dark demented pools of liquid blackness and I shivered, before I placed my thumb over his lips and he took the flesh of the pad between his teeth and bite down hard.

I ignored the pain and drew my thumb back slightly, allowing a few drops to fall into his mouth and drawing the few others that remained as the flesh had already repaired itself, to his nose.

"You didn't come away from that fight unscathed, did you?" I asked softly and he shook his head, "No, one of the bastards bit me and nothing in my repertoire, even made a dent in it, the little I took from you I used on that Naga friend of yours Remo."

Valentine placed his hands over my hips and drew himself up slightly, his eyes still dark and demented his face still locked in a grin, but there was a desperation in those eyes a hunger so deep and twisted I thought briefly of killing him despite this strange feeling I had towards him.

"I'm going to need this." he murmured softly playing his long delicate fingers over the dark veins in my neck and I noticed his hands for the first time, long, delicate, smooth and skilled like artists hands they were, or a surgeons.

"You smelled it didn't you? You know I'm going to need it and that if you won't give it to me willingly when the time comes, I'll take it from you by force.",

I frowned down at him, "didn't you already just take it?" he shook his head. "I took you're blood, but i didn't take the cure, i need the blood in a large and special way, to cleanse more than just the poison in my body, i'm sure you can smell it if you try hard enough beneath the poison i have a curse and you're blood can cure it but like i siad i need a large dose and i need it specially taken in a ritual that will burn you, freeze you, silence you... you'll love it, you'll lvoe every single last second of it till the last possible moment arrives when i devour you."

I nodded, knowing he would do what he said and somehow perfectly understanding it, and somehow i didn't care. "So why not take it now?" I asked, he shook his head, "It isn't time yet and besides if I did that the miracle about the healing power of tears wouldn't come about."

I blinked at him, not comprehending his meaning and he sighed, "Just another thing you'll understand in time."

I rested a hand on his shoulder and for the first time felt those tight athletic muscles, his clothes had only hinted at and I felt a hunger rise within me that had little to do with either food or blood.

He saw it in my eyes and his right hand went up to feel the curve of my bottom, I rested the hand on his face against his neck and slowly, we leaned in and we kissed.

His lips were soft and pliant, his taste flooded my mouth and I had to bite back a moan and a shudder. His taste was bittersweet, like honey and almonds, cherries and long spoiled strawberries. Revolting and alluring all at once, just like the rest of him.

"You still got your genitals?" I asked softly, after the kiss was over. "Doesn't matter," he sighed, "we have company and it wasn't time for that either."

I blinked at him and I saw a shadow, the shadow of a large wing. Feeling a great sensation of dread and a few other things equally negative I slowly turned, to stare up into Illidan's unreadable stony face.

"Oh please, don't stop on my account, I'll just sit here silent as a mouse… just like before." that last part came so quietly I barely heard it, even with my enhanced senses.

"Illidan-" I began and he turned and walked away, disgust and loathing radiating off of him.

"Well what are you waiting for go get him!" Valentine snapped, bringing me back to reality. "W-what?" I asked dumbly, he rolled his eyes. "Go get your man, Sylvanas, I did a lot of hallucinogens to put my mind into such a state that I'd see, which likely did brain damage that luckily enough your blood ought to have repaired, now like I said go get him, don't tell me I dropped a bell over my head and got poisoned for nothing!"

Not quite understanding, I nodded my head turned and ran after Illidan Stormrage, feeling slightly used and feeling oddly… grateful for it.

there's nothing left so save your breath. i'll be the one to save us all. BROUGHT TO YOU BY VALENTINE WOLFE AND LOVELACE BRIAN COOPER AND ADOLF HITLER HEHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH STARRING! EDWARD AND CARLIE AND RENESMEE CULLEN HAHHAHAHAHAAAAH BY THE THREE OF US!

Her breaking a bag of blood over my head and back, smearing the blood all over my body, and the feel of her tongue roaming over my flesh, the salty cold sweet taste of me on her lips and tongue, *Like the white medicine, uncle carlisle has me take in my mouth, when i'm hurt* were her thoughts as she experienced this alongside Carlie, and though repulsed by it she was.. she was also drawn to it.

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The feel of me, taking my place between her long pale legs, the feel of me thrusting deep deep inside of her, the feel of her inner muscles clenching, and fluttering like butterflies in her stomach. the the feel of rapture as she came with me, the excited feel she had, when i then got down on my elbows before her, spread her legs, and her folds, and then proceeded to lick her, and suck her, till she ran out of juices to excrete down there, and she was dry.

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The feel of me then whirling her around, and bending her over, so that she had her hands against a nearby tree, and her ass was in the air. the feel of my breaking one of the few remaining blood bags, over her back, and letting the fluid run down, down over her back, and ass.

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The wet, warm, sick caressing of my long soft, and sick Tongue, against her christian skin. the feel of my tongue slowly lapping the blood from her lower back, moving lower, and lower, till my mouth was down to her ass, where upon i then, proceeded to spread her cheeks wide, so i could get at the blood that had trickled down to the crease of her ass.

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And how she gasped and moaned, shuddering as my tongue entered and probed her from behind, the feeling new and disturbing, as i licked her clean.

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And the she remembered the feel of me, as i stood, placed one hand on the small of her back, and the other on her hip, and then proceeded to take her from behind, the feel also new and disturbing, though not sickening to her as the feel of my tongue there had been.

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And then she remembered how she had felt me come inside her there, felt my shameless using of her, Spurting out my cum deep into her ass.

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and then, still lodged deep inside her, how i had leaned down, grabbed her around the neck, and turned her painfully around to kiss her long and hard on the lips, how my tongue had tasted and felt, so wrong to her, and yet so desirable at the same time to Carlie, how all of it had felt so good to Carlie.

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The images stopped, and she pulled back from me, Hurt and betrayal clear in her chocolate gaze. i felt sick, and so beyond filthy. that wasn't the only depraved sick thing we'd done together. but it certainly was among the foulest we had.

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Little ANGELL! HEHAHAHAHAHAHAH