Death of a dream death of a dream death of dream death of a dream death of A DREAM!

who was i to kill it... why did i kill her dream... why did i eat the forbidden fruit... WHY DID I KILL IT! why did i kill Stephanie's sweet dream, sweeet dreams were made of what she wrote... why? why did i disagree why, who was i to disagree. no one just Lovelace Brian Cooper and dear Whitney. heh lets not forget sweet Trinity the niece had her own role in our fall from grace too didn't she? yes she did... she certainly did at that.

Illidan Stormrage, POV.

I came to a stop, in the center of the courtyard, paused briefly to contemplate what I had seen, feeling memories of past betrayal sink into my heart like daggers and I spread my wings wide, prepared to fly, when she came running out.

"Illidan!" she called out, "Illidan stop!" I chuckled bitterly, stop? Why would I stop? Why would I stop when pain and betrayal found me at last, once again.

I leapt for the sky and felt hands on my hooves, even as began to fly.

I started and stared down at the clinging figure of Sylvanas Windrunner, hanging on by her fingertips.

"What in the name of all that is sane, are you doing! By the three names of Salvation, woman! Let go!" I shouted and she shouted something back at me and I swiped at her irritably with my nails even as I tried to keep us airborne.

It occurred to me how ridiculous we must've looked and I growled an obscenity down at her.

"Sylvanas, you fallen damned Elf, let go! Or you will be a fallen elf in more than just the two meanings I've used before!" I snarled and she shook her head, "I am not letting go of you, no matter what Stormrage! We need to talk!"

"No we don't" I spat and having gotten used to her weight already, flapped my wings and started off towards the black mountains and burning cliff sides.

I tried kicking her away but she held on tenaciously and truth to be told I wasn't trying that hard, because despite what I'd witnessed her do with Valentine that sick crazy son of a bitch. I didn't want to hurt her, even if her actions had just reopened ten thousand years worth of emotional wounds.

I found what I was looking for on a black and green mountain top where lava was splattered here and there with demonic green lava.

We fell and we skidded across the mountaintop, kicking up sparks and embers as we went, hot black pebbles burning themselves into our flesh.

We came to a sudden and painful stop as my back hit a large rock, the rough surface of it gouging and tearing at my flesh, I gritted my teeth against the pain but couldn't keep a groan from escaping between my lips.

I pushed Sylvanas aside from where she had fallen against my torso and got hastily to my feet with growl.

Sylvanas got to her feet just as quickly and we stared at each other for a long few seconds, before rage took over inside of me and I charged towards her, she rolled off to one side and I made a grab for her, caught the fabric of her blouse and threw her across the mountain top and into a pile of burning pebbles.

She cried out from the pain and it sounded like music to my ears, her eyes met mine and I saw a fire similar to the one that burned within me ignite behind her eyes and snarled and I grinned.

I raked my nails across where her head was and she rolled off yet again and kicked out with both feet for my groin and I just barely managed to get my leg into the path of her booted feet in time and I yelped as the dragon fangs on the bottom of her boots suck into the flesh of my thigh muscle.

I slammed my fist down towards her torso and just as before she rolled off to the side, I was getting really tired of that.

I flexed the fingers in my damaged hand and didn't bother healing it with magic as it still worked well enough.

She got up to her feet in one fluid motion and she had two rocks in her hands.

I saw her draw her hands back to throw and I dodged the projectiles and leapt towards her, I almost had her when she slammed a rock into my temple with about everything she had.

I saw stars and I fell against her, my vision briefly going black aside from the stars.

I heard Sylvanas groan beneath me and I reached up to my temple not bothering to get up. My fingers came away sticky with blood and I got up onto my hands and glared down into her dark violet eyes and she glared right back.

I saw something in those eyes, those dark expressive eyes and I… kissed her and she hit me with the rock again… in hindsight it really wasn't the smartest thing I could have done.

Sylvanas Windrunner, POV.

Illidan collapsed on top of me and I wheezed as his full weight, I was sure It was 600 pounds now. One of his horns scrapped my forehead and I corrected myself. Better make that 666 pounds, the bastard.

I tried to move him, I tried with everything I had, every last bit of strength I had, I tried till I felt muscles start ripping and regenerating and with a sigh I settled back down onto the ground and just let him lie there.

I listened to the wind and to the sizzling pop of the strange green lava nearby and did my best to ignore the sizzling pop of my flesh where the rocks met my bare flesh and I sighed wincing every once and while as my flesh regenerated and burned in equilibrium. Regenerate and burn, regenerate and burn. I found that thinking of this process I was actually starting to doze off just a bit. Good. I thought to myself, a grim smile coming to my face, that means my endurance is coming back to me.

I sighed and I was about to indeed go to sleep there and then, when I felt something drip onto my chest.

I blinked down and realized, that it was blood, Illidan's blood.

I wondered if maybe I should be just a bit worried for his health, after all I had cracked him an awful good one when he kissed me the bastard, he could have a concussion or a skull fracture, I knew from his deep heavy breathing he still lived, but how hurt he was I didn't really know.

I brushed the long raven black hair, back away from his face and paused staring at that face. It was an expressive one with a haunted sort of devilish charm about it. I admired the strong jaw line and his straight nose and his perfect smooth skin. God he was handsome, demonic but handsome. I saw small but visible lines etched into his perfect long handsome features, carved into his face by great pain and betrayal from long ago. I found myself stroking his hair gently, tracing the tips of his long ears and feeling at his horns, "What happened to you Illidan?" I wondered, even though I was fairly certain I knew the answer to that question, "What happened to you, to cause you so much pain?"

I could still feel a light tingle on my lips from when he had kissed me and I licked my lips tentatively and tasted him.

I expected him to taste like Valentine, but to my complete and utter amazement he tasted… sweet and gentle and… right. Pomegranate juice, cherries with a slightly acidic texture.

I found the taste much to my liking and… alluring, addictive like Valentine's had been, but in a good way, whereas Valentine had tasted… forbidden like premarital sex, recreational drugs and dark magic.

I wanted more. I stared down at Illidan's lips, wondering idly what harm it could cause to kiss him while he slept so and then mentally slapping myself for thinking it.

What the hell is wrong with me? I don't like him, do I? no of course not he's a complete and utter bastard an asshole who… god he really does have an impressive tight ass doesn't he?

I sighed when I found my eyes locked onto said, ass and looked away quickly, still toying with a few locks of his beautiful long hair.

"I don't know why or what it is about you Illidan," I said quietly, "but you make me feel, you make me feel so much more than I used to. Even after I got the Synthablood, I didn't feel truly like this, I couldn't empathize with my sisters, about how they had enjoyed the attentions of some of the more recent and less decomposed members of our little faction. I just felt… physical. Where previously I had been nothing but an numb banshee inside a dead piece of meat, knowing only the feeling of sorrow and pain and bloodlust and maybe vengeance if that's a feeling. And then I got the Synthablood and physical feeling was returned to me… but I still had a deep emotional abyss inside of me where true joy and lust and love should have been even rage was lost to me mostly and then you came for me… and you brought all those lost emotions back with you. I don't know if I should thank you for that or damn you for that, but I either way I think… that I care for you, that I care for you a lot about, I think that I like you. You and I are so alike, but so different in so many ways… I mean I haven't heard your entire story but something inside me tells me that its true, something inside me needs it to be true… for my sake so I'm not alone in this world… even if it just in my head."

I sighed as my words fell on deaf ears and I just cradled his large head on my chest and wondered just how much he truly could see? I'd talked to Hellbourne about it and he said that as time and training went on the sight became more and more clear till eventually they almost had the world as it had been before but in a murky, shadowy background, but that was just him and other Demon Hunters and no one truly knew how much Stormrage saw as he was different from them.

Well if he can see even half as good as Hellbourne claims, I though amusedly, when he wakes up he should be treated to quite the view of my breasts as he tore quite a bit of my shirt away back there.

It was true, most of my shirt was ripped away, I still had enough to keep me… about as modest as a hooker making her rounds and my breasts were mostly covered, mostly, but still the gray blouse was tight in the chest and my right breast was threatening to fall out, so much cloth below it had been torn away.

I wondered idly, if he would enjoy it… I hoped he did.

Illidan Stormrage, POV.

I woke an indefinite amount of time later, to the feel of a hand running through my hair and to quite magnificent view down Sylvanas' shirt, or what remained of it.

I was mesmerized by the rise and fall of her chest the motion making the breast in my line of sight press up against the tight gray fabric and allowing me to glimpse the nipple just a bit through the tight fabric.

I could have lain there for quite a while, were it not for Sylvanas' obvious discomfort trying not to be crushed by my great weight.

I groaned a little and I rolled onto my back, or as much as I could with my wings.

"So your awake at last are you?" Sylvanas asked, shaking out her legs and rubbing at them furiously, trying to restore the circulation.

"Yes," I groaned and rubbed at my splitting skull and without even having to think much, sent a small surge of power into the injury sealing it up and repairing the cracked bones beneath the flesh. "Did you have to hit me so hard?" I asked still rubbing at the spot.

She shifted uncomfortably, "Well… yeah… maybe I don't know it was instinctual."

"Uhhhuh." I nodded and memory replayed of the events that had lead to this moment and I felt my heart clench inside me and I looked over the edge of the nearby precipice and went over to it and sat down heavily, it similar to the spot usually went to, to think about matters such as this, with the skull of Gul'dan, it was usually raining too, to fit my mood.

"Well, you better get going, you have a long walk back to the citadel and I'm not going back for a while, maybe all night, so you'd best go."

I heard her get to her feet and felt my heart clench even tighter, anymore tighter and something in there would snap I was sure of it and I wondered why my taste in women was always so bad.

To my surprise she came down right next to me and sat down beside me, her head barely coming to my bicep. "Illidan, I'm not going anywhere, I don't know the way and besides I'd probably get eaten or mugged or something, maybe all three, mugged eaten and something." she chuckled darkly, "It would be my luck." she sighed and ran one hand through her long silver hair.

"Suit yourself." I sighed, not sure if I was happy or angry or just broken inside that I'd have company this night.

For a while we just sat there our legs hanging over the edge of the precipice, smoke and ash curling in the air, wind ruffling our hair.

Almost perfect silence and harmony. "Illidan," she said softly and I glanced at her, she looked tentative and unsure of herself as opposed to her usual confident, casually arrogant self. "Can I ask you something, something personal?"

I sighed thought about showing her the sign of the extremely cross, but I wasn't feeling very cross at the moment… no earlier I was but now I just felt tired, old and beaten.

"Ask away," I sighed, "I'm an open fucking book."

She gulped and looked like she was about to take back her words, when something hardened inside of her and she clenched her jaw, resolve clear in her features and she asked. "What happened to you? why did seeing me and Valentine like that on the ground, bother you so much?"

Okay, maybe not that open.

Destroy the ministry.. FUCK THE MINISTRY SMASH ITS FUCKING FACE HEHEHHEHEHAHAHA taste it, smell it, feel it, i hear you, i feel you i see you.. i see you, neverlick my stitched scarrrssss.. i want to fuck him and then i want to kill him and then fuck him again, want to pop those little eyes out of their fucking sockets to the fucking prick. i want it and you want it and oyu know it and you know i know you know we fucking KNOW IT!

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when did we go so wrong? me and Whitney, when did we fall so far? met when i was 12 and she was eleven, became lovers 2 years later... we both wrote fanfiction, she went as Alec's number 1 i went as The Grinning Psychopath, she got pregnant by some guy who hated my guts, i wrote fanfiction 3 of them that came to be loved by over 20 people at least probably more they were the ones who favorited all three of the stories anyway and put them on story alert.

Tongues, Speak The Little Girl's Name, Shame Shame. three fics in which i murdered Stephanie Meyer's dream, 3 fics in which i had Edward and Rensmee, fucking each other senseless. i had Bella's long lost brother show up and mentally manipulating people i had it that Bella is a split off personality from Isabella a young girl who lost her brother at the young age of like 6 or 8 maybe 12 but i doubt that... she lost her brother and she went to sleep and allowed Bella to take over.

I died in a volcano, Whitney went to sleep maybe forever, Carlie died and Valentine laughed maniacally as we did this as he watched us all plummet down from heaven and down to hell to drown in waste and chemcials right beside him... in hell. i fucked Whitney and she fucked me, she wrote sibling incest i wrote father/daughter. we both hated Jacob Black, i wanted revenge she just wanted to party... and our mother watched us through it all and she smiled...