Here, I felt bad about not giving you anything for a couple of days. I managed to scrounge up the motivation, creativity, and brainpower to write something.
Arthas watched the cultists walk by in the room, cleaning up after Sapphire's dinner. She had come back starved, and ate enough for three people. Now, she was curled up next to him, head on his shoulder, sound asleep. She was scowling in her sleep, but Arthas did not believe it was from a bad dream and he was not going to wake her up. She seemed like she needed the rest. She was warm against him, and her heart beat was comforting. He put his hand over her limp one. His skin had changed from grey, and was now a pale color that looked more natural to a living person, and when he had cut himself by accident on his armor, his blood was not black, but a muddy, brownish red.
Lethumo strode in, grinning.
"Hello, holy human. I have a bruise on my foot. Could you heal it, O wonderful paladin of the Light?" He said sarcastically. Arthas did not look at the elf. He found a knife on the dinner table that had not been taken off yet. He turned it over in his hands, thinking about killing the night elf.
Light give me strength to control my dark impulses...
Lethumo fell into another chair, and propped his feet up onto the table. He then pulled off his boots, and showed off his disgusting feet. Black grime was in between his toes, and the stench was like the smell of garbage that had been in the sun and heat for days. Arthas stopped breathing to avoid the smell. He did not need to breath anymore, but it was very uncomfortable.
"You look odd, paladin. Why is your skin look like someone's who is living?"
The man ignored the night elf. He looked down to Sapphire, and smiled. A bit of hair had fell down across her face, and curled up slightly. In a certain light, it shone pale yellow, but when it moved slightly, it went straight back to white. Arthas pulled her cloak around her body tighter.
A deathknight came into the room, and went over to Lethumo. A male orc, he whispered into the elf's ear. He scowled.
"The Dog is here? Light damn it, Ethan...I thought you had common sense," The elf whispered to himself. Arthas stiffened at the name, and quickly but gently got Sapphire off of him.
"What about this Ethan?" He demanded, earning an amused look from the night elf.
"How lovely. This will be a highly entertaining introducing. Well, reintroducing. Come on."
The elf stood up, and gestured for the human to follow. Arthas did so anxiously, one hand on a sword that he had found. It was plain iron, and felt odd in his hand, but it was better than nothing.
They left the inn, and went to a large building that served as a prison, where Arthas had been tortured. It was not comfortable for him, but he was more interested in this...Ethan.
They went around in makeshift cells. Screams made Arthas wince, and pray to the Light. He would talk to Sapphire about this. She seemed to have control over the undead, and maybe she could help the unfortunates. They stopped at a door, a heavily locked and barred one. Lethumo kicked open the door, and smiled at whoever was in.
"Hey, Calwood. Fancy meeting you here."
He entered into it, and Arthas hesitated. Then, taking a deep breath despite himself, he followed.
Shiny black blood was splattered across the plain walls and floor. A boy, no older than twenty, was slumped against the wall. He was a deathknight, with the typical grey skin and glowing blue eyes. His hair was black, and when he spoke, he had an Alterac accent too.
"Bastard. Let me go...I need to find Sapphire."
Arthas scowled. "And just why would you want to find my daughter?"
The boy looked over, and gasped. His face turned to horror, and he tried to move away from Arthas.
"No...No, you're supposed to be dead!"
Lethumo smiled. "He is very much alive, but do not worry. He's got amnesia."
Ethan looked over to the elf, now incredulous. "What?"
Arthas leaned down, and grabbed him by his cloak, pulling him up to his feet.
"Yes, I am. But Sapphire told me you are her...boyfriend. Which means I do not like you."
It did not surprise Ethan. He just sighed, and rolled his eyes. "Of course not! Just my luck...Arthas is amnesiac, but I still do not get off the hook for loving Sapphire...Light-"
"Be quiet boy! It's bad enough my daughter is enamored by you, but at least have the courtesy to not say the Light in vain," Arthas chided.
The Alterac deathknight boy was utterly dumbfounded and his response was quick.
"Yes sir!"
Sapphire had woken up alone, and she had been very irritated. Her father had just left her? Alone in a chair. She stood up, and crossed her arms. Men are so annoying, never able to cope with the simplest task.
Candles glowed dimly, most of the wax dripped down into their holdings. Shadows danced from the light of the flames. It was cold inside, and she shivered. The girl growled, and walked off to go see Invincible. Maybe, the horse would make her feel better. She went across the main room of the inn, and opened the door.
Zyperias smiled, and leaned against the doorframe.
"Greetings my beautiful queen."
"Fuck you!" She snarled, and backed away. Her chest constricted with pain, and her breath turned into panting. Whipping out her dagger, she bared her teeth at the San'layn. He raised an eyebrow.
"Still upset about that...misunderstanding?"
Ice formed in the pit of her stomach, and she glared at him. He was smiling with his fangs, the mask discarded.
"Really?" Sapphire asked, a dark smile on her face. "Misunderstanding? That was just a misunderstanding? Well, then in that case..."
She approached him, smiling. He gave her one in response, clearly happy at the simple seduction. He reached out, and cupped her neck. She grabbed his wrist, and pulled him forward, sidestepping the Darkfallen. She pulled his arm, and kicked him in the back of his knee. He cried out, and Sapphire let him go, which made him fall to the ground.
"Try to suck my blood again, and I will crush your skull, pervert."
"Master-"
Sapphire knelt down, and touched his arm. Zyperias cried out in pain and there was a resounding crack from his pain. She did not even blink, and stood up.
She cheerfully walked out of the door with an innocent skip in her step, like a child. She found Invincible, who neighed happily at the sight of her. She smiled, and stroked his skull affectionately.
Arthas came up, dragging someone with him with one hand. He was scowling coldly. Lethumo was laughing. Sapphire tilted her head.
"What is so...Ethan!"
She ran, and tackled the boy, who cried out in pain. Blood dampened the girl's clothes, and she gasped.
"Oh, I'm sorry," She said, and let go of him. Ethan groaned, and forced out a smile more like a grimace. He looked over to Arthas, and then Sapphire's eyes widened. She whipped around, and turned onto him.
"What did you do to my Ethan!" She went over to him, and almost attacked him. He backed away, hands held up.
"Me? I did nothing!"
Sapphire turned to Ethan. He swayed, pain in his eyes. Sapphire went over to him, and grabbed him where he wasn't injured. The girl looked at her father. His skin had been steadily becoming healthier and more living looking. She thought about the ice in her blood, and how much pain she had been in after the shard of Frostmourne had cut her. How she was still alive, and quite lethal when she wanted to be.
Her blood had healed her father, and seemed to be doing something a bit more beneficial than Lethumo thought. She wondered about the destroyed heart though. A drop or two of blood would not be able to heal that.
It is a perverse thing of nature to do, child, but do what you think is right...
Sapphire scowled. It was bad enough Bolvar Fordragon invaded her dreams, now he was talking to her when she awake.
She looked back to Ethan, and then promptly got her dagger out. She ran the sharp blade against her wrist. Blood and black ice came out. The boy and Arthas cried out, but Sapphire did what Lethumo did to Arthas, grabbing Ethan's neck and shoving her bloody wrist to his mouth.
"Drink. Trust me," She commanded, and sent a small jolt of pain into his neck. That made him obey her, but he quickly pulled away after a sec or two.
"What the hell was that for?" He asked, voice hoarse.
"An experiment. Don't worry, I won't put you in a collar."
The three, Arthas, Lethumo, and Ethan all looked extremely confused, but the girl decided it was best not to say her theory until she knew it worked. She heard a bark, and lowered her gaze. Rot wagged his tail knowingly.
And now, she needed to retrieve what she had given to the lich. That would not do if he found out about her special blood.