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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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Chapter 3
8 years later**
“Get out of my way you filthy commoner, “ Banker barked at an adventurer, making his way through the counting house. The years had passed, leaving a cold hard shell where Joseph's heart had once been.
It had been 8 years since he'd even used his real name, instead, only referring to himself as Banker. He was rude and obnoxious to everyone that crossed his path. He would flirt with any woman that struck his fancy with no regard for anyone else and was generally very unpleasant to be around.
His one redeeming quality if he had one was that he was extremely good at his job. He also had a wickedly quick wit which was usually the only thing that made him tolerable to be around for any length of time. His wit and morbid sense of humor did tend to get him into trouble however and he was always in the bar during his time off, starting fights and having it out with anyone that crossed him.
His employer's family was not exempt to his behaviors and got the brunt of it as often as they encountered him.
His dead wife’s cousin Thassarian was no exception and over the course of the years, the two had become bitter enemies. Thassarian had a very attractive long time girlfriend named Bashemath who was a night elf death knight and Banker made it a point to flirt with her every chance he got. Thassarian, being insanely jealous, would instantly react and the two would fight, often just barely missing coming to blows, being split up by bystanders.
One day in particular, Bashemath had caught sight of Banker as he was getting out of his bath since he'd left his room door open and she saw all there was of him to see, which was an impressive sight. He was extremely well endowed, almost to the point of being “too big” in the manhood department and he no modesty whatsoever. Bashemath mentioned as much to Thassarian, wanting to stir up trouble and it worked.
He accosted Banker about the incident and the two of them fought bitterly, Thassarian angry that Banker had the audacity to show himself to women and Banker arguing that he was in his own room and that if people didn't want to see, they shouldn't be looking. Then Banker began to push Thassarian's buttons about Bash and the two continued fighting, once again almost coming to blows before Bash finally drug Thass away.
That night, vowing to get the ultimate revenge on Banker for the last 8 years of being a complete asshole, Thassarian went to Stormwinds graveyard and did the unthinkable.
A week later, standing by the mailbox in front of the counting house in the Trade District where Banker did all of his business, was a death knight. Banker noticed the female death knight standing there but thought little of it as seeing death knights walking around the streets of Stormwind was a common occurrence. Pushing past the crowd of townspeople all trying to check their mail, Banker grumbled and scolded them until they parted the ways for him to get to the box himself to check his Auction correspondence.
“Banker?”
His name was posed in the form of a question by a supernaturally metallic voice, underlined by a familiarity. The hair on the back of his neck stood up and goose bumps rose on his flesh as Banker raised his head to look at the the dark hooded death knight.
“ I was told to find you and present myself to you for service.” the death knight spoke in that hauntingly strange, yet familiar voice. Completely confused and becoming increasingly annoyed at his heightened state of awareness, he watched, face contorting to one of horror as the death knight's face was revealed when she lowered her hood to look him in the eye. Shock and pain flashed through Banker's body like electric shocks as he stood horrified and unbelieving.
Her face was perfectly preserved, full lips a deep shade of red, he long black hair billowing out from under the confines of her hood...but her eyes...no longer the clear blue of her youth, they now glowed an icy blue like all the other death knights eyes did upon their resurrection into undeath.
“A....Anne?!”, Bankers normally stern deep voice shook as he continued to stare at her, entirely unable to breathe. “ I am Teller,” she responded, “ and I am to be delivered to Banker to serve him.”
Outrage filled his body as his mind clicked, realizing what Thassarian must have done. Ignoring the curious glances of those surrounding the mail box, Banker grabbed the death knights wrist and drug her into the INN. Barely noting the chill of her skin against the heat of his own, he pulled her up the stairs to his quarters. Pushing her inside and slamming the door, he turned on her, fury burning brightly in his warriors' eyes. Questioning her, he gathered that his arch rival Thassarian was in fact responsible for her resurrection.
'How could he do this to his own family?' Banker thought to himself as he paced his room, the death knight female sitting patiently if not indifferently on the bed. “Do you remember anything of yourself?” Banker questioned her further, sitting down next to her, holding his head in his hands. Over the next hour Banker grilled Teller enough to know that she was fresh enough to remember some of her life, she knew who she was and that he had been her husband.
Livid that Thassarian had done this and determined to get her out from under his control, Banker looked at Teller and said something to her that stung him more than he thought it would.
“ Go back to Thassarian and you tell him that unless he gives you your free will, he can take his puppet back because if you aren't free, I don't want you.”
Nodding her head and feeling some odd sense of loss, she began to cast the spell for her death gate to Archerus. “Remember...if you aren't free, do not come back here.” Banker stated firmly as she stepped into the portal. Watching her leave, Banker waited until her portal disappeared before promptly throwing up in a waste basket, nerves shot and mind racing.
Sitting for what felt like hours, Banker thought and rethought over what had happened and knew he needed help. If she was able to gain her freedom, he wanted her to have her memories back. Knowing he'd burned a lot of bridges, he only knew of one person who might help him with this task. Running downstairs, he sent correspondence to a rogue he knew that owed him a favor and paid the guy to tail Teller in the event that she was given her freedom.
“ I want to know as soon as you find her,” Banker told the rogue as he paid him half of his fee, “ I'll pay you the rest when you report back to me.” Nodding, the rogue left and then Banker sent word to the young shaman that the Stormfury family had under their protection.
He knew that shamans held certain mystical powers and hoped that this one who seemed almost stupidly nice, would be willing and able to lend a hand in restoring Teller's memory, should that jerk death knight choose to release his hold over her. Waiting impatiently, the word finally came back to him that Eutropia would gladly help her once she was found and he relaxed slightly. Pushing aside the anxiety, he went to the counting house to try and salvage what was left of his work day.
Two days had passed before Banker heard from the rogue he'd hired. “Pst”, he heard from the shadows. Glancing towards the sound, Banker slipped into the alley next to the bank and the rogue came out of stealth. “ I found the girl last night in Shattrath City. She's alone.”, he whispered to the banker, his gloved hand outstretched. Shoving the small sack of gold coins into his hands, Banker nodded and turned as the rogue pocket the coins and vanished. Sending word to Eutropia that Teller had been found and giving her location, Banker went back to work.
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