AN: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING OF WORLD OF WARCRAFT! IT BELONGS TO BLIZZARD!
AN: This chapter is longer than most and has details of Creed's past. Also, please leave me reviews... I love reading them and getting your opinions and thoughts on my story!
WARNING: There is a little sexual content... a lime, kind of. No lemon yet. Hehe.
Rommath tightened his hold over Creed's waist in impatience.
"I-I wanted to talk to you," she wheezed out, trying to loosen his grip on her neck with a gentle hand.
"You could have knocked on the door, human." Creed glared at the wall when she heard him hiss his old name for her.
"I am an Assassination Rogue, we do not 'knock'." Creed's joke did not seem to share the same humor to the angered Blood Elf behind her. He released her causing her to stumble forward, holding her sore neck. She turned to him with a small glare.
"I deserved that... but stop calling me human!" Creed grumbled to Rommath as he folded his arms over his still bare chest. Creed's exposed face let him see the extent of her blush when she looked at him. Creed's armor was being cleaned as it had been soaked in blood, gunpowder, and poison, so she was wearing regular black linen pants, a black linen shirt, and some well used boots.
"Can you please put on a shirt?" Rommath glared at her.
"Have you forgotten that you are the one who broke into my home? You must be stupider than I thought to think that you are the one allowed to ask the questions." Creed sighed at his angered command, but none the less Rommath pulled on a thin, silk scarlet shirt.
"Why are you here, Creed?" Rommath pushed her on the edge of his bed while he stood in front of her, carefully observing her movements.
"I needed to apologize to you, you were right... I did not think of the consequences in regards to your home and people," Creed's expression resembled that of a kicked puppy.
Both became silent.
"You promised earlier that we would talk... I expect my questions to be answered now." Creed looked up at Rommath confused for a hazed second before realizing what he meant.
"All right then... ask away."
"You are a Commander?" Creed almost smiled.
"I was a Commander after the breaking of the Iron Horde's defenses in the Iron Harbor and Dark Portal. When I first recruited a lot of my followers in Draenor... I was Commander at the time and it just stuck around... by the rights of the King's and Alliance's army, I have been a General for a year now." Rommath looked surprised and curious at the new information.
"You are one of the elites who have gone into the operation of Draenor?"
Creed nodded.
"Why are you so stiff with the Sin'Dorei and Kirin Tor?" Creed froze as Rommath's questions took a complete 180 into her personal life.
"I-I would rather not get into th-" A deadly glare came over his eyes.
"You said all questions, Creed."
Creed swallowed the lump in her throat. She gently unbuttoned the top of her shirt, startling Rommath for a second, and pulled a small golden chain out with the symbol of the Sin'Dorei at the end. The small teardrop ruby nestled at the top of the emblem shined in his eyes. The smooth gold, scarlet and blue gems completed the perfect and beautifully crated jewelry matched exactly to the Sin'Dorei's emblem.
"This was my sisters," Rommath opened his mouth to ask why it was his people's emblem but she stopped him by continuing.
"I had a sister many years ago, not a blood sister, but she felt like it. Her name was Aurora Sunswift, a Arcane Mage Blood Elf. I had known her just after the Blood Elves joined the Horde. We were sisters with a common goal, peace. She was on the battlefield at the Dead Scar and was about to fall when I found her. I rescued her and healed the best I could till I convinced my old guild Druid friend to heal her." Rommath's eyes looked even more shocked at her story. He sat on his bed listening to Creed go on.
"For a great while she and I traveled around helping as many people as we could affected by war, disease, anything really... That was just before the Lich King came into reign. I knew about the addiction that the Blood Elves had towards mana and Fel energy, I tried to help her... I let her drain my magic force every once and a while, but sometimes it got so bad that she couldn't breath or move without being in pain. I c-couldn't stand by watching her suffer anymore. So, that is when I began my mission in joining and gaining my reputation with the Kirin Tor." Creed took a deep breath in to calm her nerves... Rommath's stare didn't help her though.
"During the time, the Kirin Tor was notoriously known for the dealings of magic, mana addiction as most of the Sunreavers had joined the organization's standard... I watched everyday as Aurora grew more and more mad with her addiction, I couldn't provide what she needed. I joined. When I finally reached exalted with your people, I begged them for help... anything to help her. I begged and pleaded with the Council, Jaina, and Antonidas, anyone who was Kirin Tor to help me. They brushed me off like dust on their shoulders as they were too busy with their own people and gaining more members, no matter how much I explained that a fellow Mage was suffering what most SinDorei's experienced after the fall of the Sunwell." Bitterness dripped off Creeds words.
A cold, hatred filled glare met Rommath's eyes.
"I couldn't watch my sister, the one I loved more than life, suffer and drive herself into madness... I took the matters into my own hands seeing as your people wanted nothing from me even after all I did for them. I lied, stole, and killed for them and Dalaran, and got nothing return! By the time I managed to steal one of Aethas's Arcane tombs about mana addiction, I was too late to help her." Fury began to make Creed's words lethal as she stood angrily.
"Aurora, in the madness of withdrawal, had drained and accidentally killed a Human Mage... a very experienced Kirin Tor member. The Council, during the time, had found out and couldn't let her live for the death of one of their members; I told them that they should have helped her! She was slaughtered like an animal!" Creed began to cry, holding her hands over her head and pulling her hair madly.
"As if fate wanted to rub the my misfortune in my face, Arthas' reign brought her back but not as she once was." Sorrow filled eyes looked down at the scarlet carpet.
Rommath felt a ball of dread fill his stomach, he had a clue of where her story was going.
"Aurora was forged into one of Arthas' Death Knight monstrosities. When she had awoken, she had still relinquished a part of who she once was and still remembered me... she-" Creed's words began to choke her.
Rommath's eyes softened completely at the broken Human in front of him, opening up to him.
"She begged me to kill her." Rommath's eyes widened.
"I couldn't though... not with her face, voice, eyes... she was still the same to me. She would not take my no as an answer and dueled me to the death. I couldn't cross the line of my love for her by slaying her with my own hands... she called me a coward, an enemy, Alliance scum... sister." Creed's eyes widened in pure fear looking at Rommath.
Creed backed up, falling over herself and leaned back into the wall behind her when she hit it. Rocking slightly she continued,
"She ran herself into my blades when she charged at me... the only thing she did was smile up at me and say thank you! There was so much blood..." Creed's voice faded off in a trance as she wept into her arms.
Rommath took every words she spoke and let it digest... the bull headed, strong willed, aggravating woman in front of him was a broken and sobbing mess on his floor.
"That is why I fear to get close to you or people anymore... I cannot lose another. That is why I HATE the Kirin Tor and never went back. I can not take this anymore." Creed hissed through her tears at Rommath.
Rommath stood and gently lifted Creed into his arms, carrying her to his bed.
Holding her face in his hands, he gently wiped the tears running down her cheeks with a swipe of his thumb.
"That was not your fault. Magic addiction is hard to control for any Blood Elf, no matter how hard you try unless you have many centuries of experience. You tried, Creed. Some of us cannot handle the desire for magic... that is the cost of being a Sin'Dorei. You gave her your everything and I believe she knew that. She made her choice when she asked you to kill her, no one should have been brought back like the way she was... that is hell." Rommath's deep voice was soft spoken and gentle.
Creed's watery gaze looked at the glowing eyes looking down at her. Standing tall, Rommath moved away from Creed's slumped form and walked out of the room only to return with a elegant bottle of Lagrave Stout.
"Halduron may be foolish at times, but he is right about his wines. I understand your wish to not drink anymore, but I believe this should calm you nerve a bit. We are not on the battlefield," The concern in Rommath's voice made the pounding in Creed's chest accelerate.
She looked at the bottle and pondered only to surrender.
"Yes, please." Rommath gave a very soft smile at her as he poured her a glass and himself.
He handed the violet filled glass to her. Creed sipped it and let it linger on her tongue, then began to chug it. Rommath smirked in amusement.
"I feel like shit," Creed sighed.
"Is that the very reason you hate Mages, Creed?" Rommath's question threw Creed off. She looked over to his glowing eyes, his gaze was intense.
"Yes. Mages did nothing to help me but cause me pain and sorrow... but then I am being the very hypocrite I dread. It is not fair to others. I should not base an entire class on the aspect of an organization of them and my sister." Deja vu hit Rommath with her words. She had said the same thing when he told her he hated human and she was no different than his enemies.
"I would like to also apologize for my words, all those months ago, Creed. When I told you that you were no different from Arthas and Proudmoore; you are nothing like them." Creed smiled.
"Apology accepted. Do you have any more questions, Rommath?" The way she said his name made his skin tingle.
Rommath nodded letting long ebony hair flowed over his shoulder as he relaxed and pulled his hair down.
"How are older than you look? You do not look as if you hold any elven traits, so how are you showing signs of an immortal lifeline like we do?" Creed smiled wider now.
"That would have to start with where I was raised and who raised me."
A nostalgic look laced into Creed's expression and tone.
"I am human. 100% Human in fact. Let me begin with what my mother told me, I was born in the Darnassus to a Human woman named Soul Creed and I was told during the time that she hand been with the Night Elves for a long time training as a Druid." Rommath's eyes widened at the new information... a human Druid, living with the Night Elves, Creed... is her last name?
"Soul Creed? Creed is your last name?" Creed nodded.
"When I trained to become a fighter, students were always directed by last names so it stuck. Plus, because my situation was so unique, being called Creed was a way of remembering my mother. When I left Darnassus, I just kept the name Creed for the sake of my parents." Creed simply answered as she finished the wine.
"My first name is Nova. I know, weird, but Soul named me that before she died in honor to her love. I was told Soul was a heartbroken woman who had lost her fiance and lover, a Night Elf Druid named Baerithryn Starcatcher, at the very end of the third war. Not long after he died, Soul had continued to fight in the war hoping it would just end... but one night... she was raped by a fellow human soldier, a very overconfident bastard of a Paladin. She must have been in so much pain and sorrow. Soul was then left to live out the rest of her short life carrying and baring a bastard child bore from a rapist."
Rommath and Creed stared at one another softly even though the words were bitter.
"That was not your fault. She obviously loved you, you may have been conceived from a horrific tragedy but were a miracle in her eyes. For the record, Nova, is a beautiful name. It suits you well, I see the stars in your eyes all the time." Rommath softly told Creed's glum expression. A soft smile and blush made its way onto her face at his sweet words.
"I was raised by Soul's good friends and mentors. Asandraa and Mylaerian Lunarbloom, treated me as their own flesh and blood. They are kind and gentle beings."
"They live?"
Creed nodded.
"I fear going to them again. They knew of my involvement with the Horde, Sin'Dorei, and Kirin Tor... I could not bare to face them again; I cannot bare to see their disappointment in me... for all I stood against in the Alliance and stood for their enemies." Creed's words slurred.
"You love both side of the faction. You want peace, that is not wrong." Rommath whispered to her angst expression.
"The whole world believes differently."
"Your blood mother, you said she trained to be a druid... she must have had an extraordinary amount of magical gifts to accomplish such a feat. I can see that strength in you." Creed looked into Rommath's eyes, very deeply.
"Though you choose to not to display or use your magic, I can sense it in you, settled deeply behind bars of fear." Rommath watched her pour more wine and nearly slam it down.
"It is not bars of fear that hold me back. I physically cannot control magic anymore. I-I... as a child I had begun my training as a Druid, to appease my parents and to show that I could do anything like those snotty other experienced elder Druids could. I was over confident, that was my down fall. My punishment was the permanent suspension of all magical abilities." Rommath looked horrified at her bitter words.
"I got my due, so I trained as a Rogue... I was good. Better than I could have been as a Druid probably."
Creed set her empty wine glass down and yanked her shirt over her head. Holding it to her chest to cover the bindings.
"The marks on my back was the beginning stage of my apprenticeship as a Druid... the very ones my human mother had. It is rare for a human to train as a Druid as they do not live long enough nor have the same nature magic as a Night Elf, Tauren, or Troll will naturally have so... naturally I was given them too. Hurt like bitch too."
"What did you do to have such magic locked away?" Creed's eyes hardened but she told him.
"I tried to bring Soul and Baerithryn back to life with Rebirth... as a mere novice. I just wanted to prove myself and to everyone else... I wanted the expectation of my blood mother to stop being looked upon in me. My choices cost me, I was rightfully not to mention severely punished by Tyrande Whisperwind and Malfurion Stormrage. They couldn't suspend the markings of time but they could block the magic that I had." A small perk of Creed's lips turned into a frown.
"Asandraa and Mylaerian didn't say they were disappointed nor did they show it as they pitied my reason for the act, but the look in their eyes was enough for me to know. I am stuck with the markings of everlasting time, but I have nothing to do with them that is worthy of such." Slurred words began to drop low as Creed leaned on Rommath.
"You have proven that you are more than worthy of those runes0 more than you think, you are a General remember?" Rommath was sincere but her eyes watered again.
"Yeah... a lot of good I'm doing. I couldn't even save ten of my men in Draenor, in a place of that was meant as sanctuary."
Rommath got tired of the belittling of herself. He raised a hand and held her jaw firmly, making her look at him directly.
"Enough," Rommath hissed, eyes and markings flaring with anger.
Through the hazed, drunk vision Creed gently ran her hands ever so softly up his arms to his shoulders. Rommath breath fanned over Creed's face as she came closer to his face. With wide eyes, flushed cheeks, sprawled waving hair, and parted lips, Creed grabbed the back of Rommath's head and pulled him forward.
Two pairs of lips crashed together.
The black shirt Creed had been holding fell from her lap to the floor as she moved closer to Rommath. Creed gently raked her finger nails through the long mass of midnight colored hair causing the elf nearly on her to groan.
His hands felt along the flushed skin of her arms moving to her tattooed back. Her skin was peppered with scars here and there but that is what made her, well her.
Creed pulled him back into the bed with her.
*Creed's P.O.V*
I moaned as I felt his tongue slide against mine. I lavished in the thick aroma of cinnamon, tea, and masculine musk from the elf above me.
I felt the hand he held my jaw with go slack and move to push the back of my head closer to him, deepening the kiss.
I pulled at his long hair as it made a curtain of black around our faces.
"You look so handsome with your hair down..." I whispered to him.
I leaned back taking Rommath with me. My hands moved slowly from his neck to his back where I hugged him tightly to me... I wanted to feel him, body and soul. My smashed my lips with his again and again.
My legs gently splayed letting his thin hips cradle between my legs. The pressure he provided on the junction between my legs made me moan unknowingly loud. I began to ache with need.
'Air...'
If I didn't need air, I would have continued to kiss him endlessly, but as we parted for a second a thin sliver of saliva connected our tongues causing me to blush and Rommath to smirk.
Rommath let his lips travel down to my neck and possessively leave open mouthed kisses on every available ounce of skin on the column of my neck. I bite my lip in enjoyment at the sweet feeling.
The long iconic elven ears of caught my attention. I heard they were sensitive, but how so? Maybe they can make him feel good. I moved my lips to one of Rommath's oversensitive ears as his lips slowly made their territory by marking my neck causing me to groan at the feeling. The tip of my tongue made its way to the top of his ear where my lips sealed around the pointed tip... I sucked gently causing him to stiffen and buck his hips into me. I gasp at the pleasurable sensation.
A hiss left his lips as well.
"Rommath..." I moaned out a little breathy.
He suddenly pushed himself up, panting. His emerald eyes glowed brighter than the moon outside, they put the Fel crystals to shame with their glory. He looked glorious, the glowing of his eyes and the marking on his arms made me feel a little hotter.
He hovered above me with his arms both holding him up and caging me between him and his lush bed... I couldn't take it. In a drunken slur, I begged him.
"Please Rommath," a breathy whisper escaped my lips causing his eyes to widen again. He stiffened and looked to the empty wine glasses on the night stand, then back at me... the reflecting light of the small ruby on my necklace seemed pulled him back for some reason.
"I am sorry."
I felt hurt... my chest hurt in rejection.
"Is it because of what I told you about me and my past, Daliah, or because I am human?" The question caught him off guard and his gaze hardened.
"No. None of those things... especially that wretched woman. She is never to set foot anywhere near me or you again after she nearly killed you; she is lucky I did not go after her after Sanguil informed me. The reason is because you are drunk and still wounded... I am not that kind of elf." Rommath started to get up but I grabbed his arms quickly.
"I am... not d-drunk. I am nervous, as a Rogue... I-I never trusted anyone to t-touch me..." Rommath froze at my words, I was embarrassingly telling him about my virginity.
"I just can't trust those words. Not with you like this," Rommath bowed his head and refused to believe my hazy words. I should have felt really hurt, but the gesture made my heart warm with affection towards the generally cold Sin'Dorei.
'You make me my heart beat fast and feel strange... a good strange...'
A soft smile came to my lips as I pulled him slowly down into a softer kiss and then felt a small pain in my neck... blacking out.
*Third Person P.O.V.*
Rommath sighed as the Human woman below him fell (was knocked) unconscious as he pinched the back nerve of her neck. He knew she was delirious form battle and blood loss, sad from her past, and drunk to add on top of everything else.
He knew her words were true to an extent, but he couldn't listen nor give her the request she begged him for.
"Thank you for trusting me with your past, Nova."
He reached over the bed and pulled her shirt back over her shoulders... catching a look at the wrapped and bruised torso. He slid his hands down her large hips ever so slightly before the shirt was fully over her. He ignored the bulge between his legs and sighed.
This woman was very different from any being he had met on all of Azeroth in his three thousand and something years.
She drove him mad. She made him angry, frustrated, relieved, curious, shocked, smug, aroused, and... happy. Something Rommath had not been in a very long, long time.
The curvaceous woman below him made him think hard about life and the choices he makes... the ones he makes just about everyday.
'A Human and Blood Elf... together. Alliance and Horde... together. Maybe this is why the treaty is so important to her... peace and unity?' Rommath thought deeply.
Rommath leaned his forehead to hers letting his breath fan over her peaceful face, and whispered,
"What are you doing to me?"