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Life After Death	By : Lyon Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 2117 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own World of Warcraft, nor am I making any money off this story. This story is made up of my own characters in game.

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At the click of the door latch, Teller curled herself into a ball on the foot of the bed, clenching the sheets in her chilly hands and cried cold, bitter tears until she had cried herself to sleep.
It was close to 10pm when Banker finally locked up the counting house doors and made his way, tiredly, past Allison and up the stairs. He was looking forward to a nice hot meal and maybe a soak in the wash tub but when he opened the door to their room he was met with darkness. 'What in Azeroth?...' Banker thought to himself as he patted himself down in search of his pack of matches.
Teller, normally home before him, usually would have the lanterns lit and would be bathing or would have brought her work home with her and be going over ledgers. Feeling around for the lantern, Banker found it on it's peg next to the door and struck the match deftly with his fingernail, filling the small room with a soft glow.
Hanging the lantern back up, Banker turned to scan the dimly lit room. No ledgers open on the table, no wash tub brought up....then he noticed the small lump curled up at the foot of the bed. Confusion overcame him as he walked over to get a better look at the bundle on his bed. There, curled up in a tight ball, hands still clenching the sheets even in sleep was Teller. Her face was tear staind and her breathing was shallow.
Kneeling in front of her, Bankers eyes followed the streaks her tears had made on her cheeks. “What could have made her cry?”, he wondered to himself. Closing his eyes and putting two fingers around the bridge of his nose, he struggled with the pain his heart felt in seeing her this way. Raising his eyes once more to her sleeping form, he slowly reached out to touch her but right as his hand brushed the skin of her shoulder he jerked his hand back. Standing up, he shook his head and with his stubbornness winning the fight, he turned and walked out.
Waking up, hands aching from being balled up in fists all night, Teller unclenched her fist and slowly sat up. Looking around it was evident that Banker hadn't slept here last night but she could smell the faint scent of burned wick which meant the lantern had been lit...'did I?....no...no I didn't.' she thought to herself. Banker must have been here at some point through out the night and then had left.
Shaking off the sense of loss, Teller decided she would take advantage of the time alone she had this morning to go through some of the trunks she'd had stored in the Inn's attic. The trunks were filled with the possessions she'd had in life. Banker had never gotten rid of them, much to her surprise but she'd never felt driven to look through them until now. Asking Allison for the key, Teller unlocked the hatch and let down the cobweb covered ladder with a thud.
Since Banker had been the only permanent resident at the Inn for years, his were the only possessions stored in the attic with the exception of a few things of Allisons, so it was easy enough to figure out which trunks had been Tellers. Opening the first, she found household supplies. Cookware, linens, a small stew cauldron that would hang over a fire place were among the items buried inside. Opening the second trunk, Teller saw odds and ends from Bankers' life as a farm hand, including his old overalls and his work gloves. Holding the work gloves to her nose, she could still smell the earth that had been tilled by those glove covered hands and the memories of her own parents farm flooded back to her.
Knowing that her family may still be out there in Elwynn, she quickly placed the gloves back in the trunk and slammed it shut, shaking the memories away forcefully. The last trunk was the smallest of the three and teller was unsure she even wanted to open it, but felt drawn to. Unlatching the lid and lifting it off, she saw that this trunk held material....not only material but actual clothing.
At the top of the pile was a spare suit of Bankers and a bright red colored satin dress that Teller vaguely remembered wearing to a dinner party in....Stormwind? “It must have been after he'd been hired by the Marshall...' Teller thought as she continued to search to the trunk, her interest peaked now. She removed the red dress and sat it to the side, and then saw a black one that she thought she'd also be able to use so she sat that one aside too.
As she reached the bottom of the trunk she saw a beautiful pale pink dress that took her breath away. It had been buried under all the other articles of clothing as if someone had purposely tried to shove it into non-existence. Pulling the dress out of the trunk, Teller stood up, holding it out in front of her. The gown was made of the softest silk, with a beaded high button neck with a window opening in the bosom. The gown had intricate beading and lace integrated through out and turning it around, she could see the low dip of the cut, leaving it backless. Teller couldn't put her finger on it but she knew this dress was special. Folding the three dresses, she re-latched the three trunks and left the attic, the three dresses in tow.
Putting the dresses in her bag, she locked up their room and made her way downstairs. “Thank you for the key Allison,”Teller said as she handed the key to the attic back with a smile. Taken aback by her almost friendly display of appreciation, Allison smiled hesitantly. “ You're very welcome Miss.”
Putting the morning from her mind, Teller got to work and kept busy until noon. As if on cue, Banker came out of the Auction House and walked up the counting house mailbox where Teller was gathering the mail. “Hey baby.” Banker said with a smirk, the night before shoved firmly behind the walls of his mind. “ Hey yourself,” Teller responded, flashing him a smile. He continued past her to head into the counting house when Teller called out to him. “ Hey.....Banker?”
Stopping several steps above her, he stopped and turned around, brow raised as he answered, “Yes?”
His face...ah that face, ruggedly handsome, piercing blue eyes with full lips framed by a goated that he always kept trimmed neatly.
“Um, I ahhh...well”, Teller stammered, regretting calling his name. As he looked at her, he folded his arms over his chest, amusement on his face at her uncharacteristic stutter. “ Do you think it would be weird it...maybe I wore a dress once in awhile?, Teller asked hesitantly.
As he pondered her question, she felt as if her heart would pound out of her chest. His expression unreadable, he regarded her before replying.“I wouldn't mind seeing you in a dress. Who would you be wearing one for?”, he asked, taking a step towards her, those piercing blue eyes locking with hers. “Uh, you if you wanted me to wear one...I ah...I found a few in my old trunk in the attic...” she mumbled uncertainly. Standing very close to her, he looked down at her and said, “ Well? Lets see them.”
Glancing around and then pulling him into the alley, she quickly tossed the red one over her head, undoing the corset she wore daily after pulling the dress down. The red dress shimmered as it flowed down her body, hugging her curves dangerously. “Dang, that one looks slutty. I like it.” Banker admired her with his characteristic smirk.
Turning so that he didn't see as she slipped out of the red one and into the pink, she heard a gasp from behind her as the pink one flowed down her body. Curious, she turned to face him as she had her arms lifted to button the neckline of the silk gown. Banker had a stricken look on his face, one hand covering his mouth, the other held in mid air, reaching in her direction. Confused and alarmed, she felt panic rise in her throat.
“What's wrong?!”, she asked him quietly, touching the wrist of his outstretched hand. Banker cleared his throat as his eyes filled with unshed tears.
“Teller...Anne...do you remember the last time you wore that dress?”, Banker whispered, his voice husky as he struggled to contain his emotions.
“Um, no...I mean I felt a strong connection with it when I found it, which is why I took it out but I don't remember why...” she trailed off, confused at his reaction.
“Come with me.”, Banker said, grabbing her hand much the same way he had done years before when he'd first seen her standing at the mail box waiting for him. Holding her hand, it was like dejavu for her as he lead her to their room, only this time he didn't shove her in and slam the door.
This time, when she stepped into the room, he quietly shut the door and she turned to watch as his shoulders dropped and he tried to steady his breathing before turning to take her in. Teller stood in the center of the room, icy blue eyes bewildered, black hair falling softly and framing her face, her pristine skin slightly a glow as the beautiful dress hugged her generous curves gracefully. She was wringing her hands as he stepped towards her.
“Anne...you are wearing your wedding dress.”, Banker said, his deep baritone voice, barely a whisper now.
Memories came flooding back with such force that she stumbled backwards and sat on the edge of the bed. Stomach in knots, she felt the color drain from her cheeks as she remembered that day so many years before. Banker had paid a priest in the city from the money he'd earned at his part time job as an apprentice to perform the ceremony. Her father had refused to grant permission for her to marry, saying he wanted more for her than a farm hand as a husband but their love had been so strong that they couldn't be apart so they'd ran to the city and eloped.
The service was small with only Joseph, Anne, the priest and Joseph's father and his boss from the counting house in attendance. Joseph wore the suit he used to work in the counting house, as that was the best clothing he owned and Anne had spent her savings to buy an elegant dress from the dress maker's shop in the mage district.....
Grabbing her head, Teller blew out slowly. “ Oh...whoa...no wonder I felt such a connection to this dress...” she muttered.
“Anne”, Joseph whispered. Taking his top hat off and setting it on the bed beside her, he knelt before her. Lifting her face to his, he looked into her eyes, now wet with tears and said, “ Seeing you in that dress....all the memories of our life together came flooding back to me...” dropping his hands to her knees, he looked away with a pained expression before looking back..” I am so ashamed...I have treated you horribly.”
“No”, Anne interrupted him, “ you had me shoved in your face, I couldn't have expected you to have reacted much different.”
“Yes, you could have and I should have...Anne, I was freaked out when you were given back to me but I never should have treated you the way I have. To think of how I've handled having you back....” He turned his head once more, anguish washing over him. Reaching out to gently place her cool hand on his cheek, she turned his face to hers. “ Joseph, I too could have tried harder...” she started but he cut her off. “ No. There is no excuse for what I've done to you....for how I've treated you since I've had you back. Anne...I...”, Banker cleared his throat and sat for a moment, searching for the right words. “ I want to start over, be better, treat you differently. Can you ever forgive me?” He took her hand in his and brought her palm from his cheek to his lips, kissing it before moving her hand to lay flat against his heart. Looking into his eyes, the tears that had been threatening her, spilled over. “ Joseph, I'm scared.”
“Baby you don't ever have to be scared of me, never again will I do you like I've done these past few years.”
Scared that this wasn't real, that the other shoe would drop and this was some cruel joke, Teller struggled with her feelings as she searched his face. Looking at him, she saw only love and sincerity, not one remnant of the man he'd been the last two years, but only the loving face of the husband she'd remembered in life.”Can I really be soft with you?”, she asked, her metallic voice barely audible, her body shaking from her nerves being shot. “ Only if I too can be soft with you,” he replied as he sat down behind her and pulled her into his warm embrace.
Tears flowing freely now, she allowed him to hold her and she sand in, turning to wrap her arms around him, clutching the back of his suit jacket in her hands. “ Joseph I never wanted to do or say the things I've said and done...” she swore into his neck as they held each other. “ I know, I forced that out of you and I'm so sorry.” Pulling her back to see her face, he wiped the tears from her face and said, “ Anne I love you, I love you so much and I'm so sorry I didn't express that like I should have. I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life making up for what I've done.”
“Oh Joseph,” Anne exclaimed, “ I've always loved you, I've always been yours....I love you so very much.” Hugging him tightly, they sat that way in silence for a long time, both feeling at peace for the first time since her death some 10 years prior. Looking up at him as he looked down at her, their lips came together, feathery soft, feeling each other out before the kiss deepened, both of their hearts on the line. Twisting their bodies, they continued their kiss and Joseph gently laid her back on the bed, leaning over her with a soft smile on his face.
Hours later, as they lay tangled in their bedsheets on the verge of sleep, Anne turned her head from the crook of Joseph's arm and whispered, “ Joseph...am I dreaming or are we actually happy? Did this just happen?”
Slowly caressing her arm with his fingertips, a smile came over his face as he pulled her closer and whispered in a sleepy voice,”I assure you dear, you aren't dreaming. This just happened. Seeing you in that dress reminded me of all I'd almost lost and how you are mine again.” Leaning over to kiss her lips once more before settling back into the pillows comfortably, Joseph looked over at her with a twinkle in his eye.
“What are you thinking?”, Anne asked as she studied his expression. “ Just think, “ he said, smiling contentedly,” since you're undead and I've become a worgen who's lifespan has no known limitations, we could literally be together forever and I think that is an awesome thing.” Pondering over that thought, Anne snuggled into his arm once more, a smile spreading across her face. “Yes....that is awesome indeed.”, she said as she yawned.
As the two laid there, basking in the glow of a happiness neither had felt since before Annes' death, they fell asleep with the gentle confirmation sinking in that there was a chance for life after death after all.

This was the first fan fiction that I've ever written and published. The main characters as well as all the vignette characters are characters owned by myself and my husband and the story is based off of the role play that we've had with our toons over the course of our game play. I hope you all enjoyed reading the love story of Teller ( Anne) and Banker ( Jospeh) as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you for reading!
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