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In His Dark Embrace	By : Apple_Dragon Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 2800 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-In His Dark Embrace
- 2-In His Dark Embrace Ch 2
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Three humans sat surveying a small house set in the middle of the barren wilderness of Winterspring. It was all alone, a bit of smoke wafting from the brick chimney the only indication of living presence within the building. The house itself was a single story, simple in its construction with white blocks criss crossed by dark support timbres. A sturdy door sat at the front of the three bedroom cottage, but it was the window to the side which the fourth human was peering through, obviously with great interest. His three counterparts were laying on their stomachs, freezing wind blowing, it seemed, right through their armor. Lester and Mester were twins, big, burly bouncer looking types that had the collective intelligence of a brick. Blond and blue eyes, they were a hit with the ladies at the tavern, but they could not seem to advance past petty thievery and murder for their well being.
Their leader, Korran, was a black as night bald rogue. Dark eyes surveyed their compatriot with ever growing impatience. As befitting his status as the leader of the band, his armor and weapon was slightly better, but still took on the appearance of thrown together brown patchwork.
"Ey Korran, it's fecken cold out 'ere. Lets rob this place and be done with it." Mester quipped, still wondering why they hadn't just broken down the door.
"We don't know what is inside. What if a drake happened to pop his head out?"
"I'd cut it off and eat it!" Mester and Lester chuckled and stood up, too bored and cold to wait in the cold. They began trudging over to the house. Korran slammed his fist futily into the snow and started up after them, dropping into stealth before he got there. "You fucking idiots, if we get killed i'll make sure the Spirit Healer can't bring you back!"
The twins came upon the man peering through the window and gave him a shove against his shoulder, causing him to turn and gasp, but duck. "Watcha doin Jurl?" The hunter glared up at the idiot. "Hey dumbass, you tryin' to get me killed!? "
Lester was too busy looking through the window himself. he grinned upon seeing the lithe form of a blood elf sleeping underneath the covers of a small bed. He saw no sign of armor, or even a weapon.
"You was just wanting to get a peek at the lady huh? Well don't worry Jurl, after we are done with her you can have a turn." Lester turned from the window as Mester smashed the door in with a swift kick from his giant foot. All three entered the house without fear, while their leader stayed by at the entrance, ducking into a corner while he watched Mester bang on the door to the bedroom.
"Hey purdy elf, come on out we want to talk!" Bang bang. "Yeah, we want to ask you a question, we won't hurt you." Lester chimed from a few paces away. Jurl knocked an arrow into his bow and drew back silently, pointing it towards the door.
After a second round of rapping on the door, Korran froze when he heard her voice. It sounded...strange. Like two people were talking at once. The sweet voice of a Sin'Dorei, and the horrid grating of one of the forsaken all at once.
"Put my door back together and leave." Came her curt response, the horrid chill it sent up their spines a stark contrast to the lovely figure they had observed sleeping earlier. Mester gave one hard slam against the door to emphasize his point of opening it. No wimper sounded, merely a horrid chuckle from behind the moving partition.
Korrans eyes widened when he saw the underside of the door glow an evil purple, tendrils of light and dark energy sliding out from the cracks to wrap around Mester's head, neck and midsection. The screaming human was lifted harshly into the air, which would not have been harmful had the ceiling not have been there. A wet thud resounded when his head hit the foot thick timber support beam above him. Blood and clear fluid dripped from his mouth, ears and nose, a terrible choking sound rumbling from his crushed larynx. The death grip tightened its hold slowly, cracking bone and spurting blood eminating from the fissures it opened up in his head made Jurl vomit.
"Mester! Oh gods, what the fuck is this! Help me get him down!" His cry for help came too late. Lester was batted to the side as the energy crushed his brothers skull, sending brain matter, bone and flesh through the hallway in a dazzling display of violence.
Jurl continued to vomit the contents of his stomach while Korran watched with wide eyes, unable to move. Lester stood up and yanked his hammer off of his belt. "I'm gonna gut this bitch! I'll rape you so hard you'll be begging me to kill you! I'll crush you, beat you and break you!"
Soft footsteps echoed patiently along the floor in the bedroom, the door opening with a gentle whisper. Blue and white light preceeded the figure in the form of a rune forged blade. Korrans eyes widened at their terrible luck. They were trying to rob a Death Knight. Her eyes glowed with a malevolent white glow, tainted beyond recognition, the former bright green of her race lost to time. She wore no armor, figuring the white robe that covered her surprisingly supple form would be protection enough. No smile was on her face, just one of passive hatred and the need to sate an instinctual blood lust. And then came the voice again.
"You would not be the first. Filthy humans, scurrying around like you created the Nether. You are less than trash." She spoke monotone, like she was giving a lecture at one of Stormwinds many institutes of higher learning. Lester did the worst possible thing he could do by rushing her. In a flash her rune blade drove itself deep into his gut. Blood sprayed the front of her robe while Lester flung some from his mouth in the form of a burdened scream. Her foot impacted next to her sword and threw the human against the wall. Korran watched her brutal efficiency as she shoved the blade through his mouth, splitting his upper and lower jaw and cutting his spinal cord in half as it imbedded into the wall.
Jurl composed himself enough to back up slowly, drawing his arrow back and firing off a blind shot that imbedded itself into the right side of her chest. Blood oozed slowly out of the wound, but it did not seem to phaze her in the least. She merely pulled her sword from the wall with her left hand, letting Lesters body slide down with an unceremonious thud. The blood soaked beauty turned sideways and crossed her sword over to her right side. Korrans eyebrows clenched and he audibly gasped when she threw the sword with deadly accuracy, the blade slamming into the hunter's chest to the hilt and pinning him to the far wall. He died instantly.
Korran knew he could not win. His anger and hatred seethed at the utter defeat he suffered and the loss of his men. They may have been the dregs of society, but they were HIS dregs. He looked up and prepared to slink away under the guise of his stealth when a hand gripped his shirt and shoved him against the wall."What the fuck..? Shit...you don't have a weapon now, lets see you pull that with me, bitch!" Korran let loose a swift jab that caught her in her pretty cheek, turning her head and forcing her to look the other way. He readied his follw up haymaker just as she landed an unseen kick right to his shin, shattering his tibia in one fluid motion and dropping him to the floor. He screamed in agony and tried to inspect his leg when he felt the slight weight of the death knight straddling him. Contrary to popular belief, they were warm. Very much so. Her robe hiked up to her smooth thighs and his hands began to move up to her rather bountiful hips. He stared up at the nipple poking through the thin fabric, but any lust he was building faded instantly with the pain in his leg and the look in her eyes when she stared down at him witht hat same passive look she gave Lester when she killed him.
"Pitiful backstabber. Bloodlust dictates that I kill you, but this may be beneficial to me. Take a message back to the rest of the dogs you call friends. If they value their existance, tell them to stay away from here." Hopefully he would go right to his hideout after this. She had caused sufficient injury for him to do so. She was counting on it, her need for death outweighing her need for even the arcane. She barely felt the pangs of withdrawal anymore, just the violent sting of her dominant nature taking over.
He looked up at her and grinned through his pained moans. "What...if I forget..?" He chuckled, and squirmed as he felt her hand moving around his waist. Her fingers curled around one of his daggers and brought it out. "Wait, I though you were going to--" He let out a loud howl of agony as she drove the blade into his shoulder, twisting to make sure it went through, then forcing her weight on it to bend the tip so it would not come out." AHHH! You bitch! Gods damn you to the nether! Fuck!"
He was greeted with a slap that stung his entire face. His head began throbbing. "You are becoming problematic, rat. Scurry back to your friends." He looked up at her as she stood up and turned around to walk back. He decided to take the opportunity and leave, using his good arm and leg to drag himself out. He got to the snowy outcrop he had observed her house from earlier and turned his head, watching as Jurls body was dumped down the hill on the side of her house to land in a clump with Mester and Lesters.
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Winterspring Tavern
The warm smell of fresh food and cheap alcohol wafted into his nostrils. Laughter and singing began to die slowly as patrons turned to the doorway. Barmaids and serving wenches gasped with shock, a few fainted. A human at the bar with a large scar on his face grimaced and grabbed two people to help Korran sit down. "Boy, what happened to you!? Korran! Answer me!"
Korran looked up at his brother and coughed up a smattering of blood onto one of the barmaids. He leaned back into the chair and reached for an open bottle of rum. Only after taking a couple of large swigs did he speak, his voice rattling between gasps. "Kael, that mark you sent me to...gah..it was..a fucking death knight.."
Kael slammed his fist onto the table top. His information was very, very off. "Alright. After we get a new intel source, we are going to take out that Death knight. I don't care if we have to use everybody in this miserable little town to do it."
The door to the Tavern flew open with a loud crash and Kael and Korran turned to see who had interrupted. Korran sobbed and Kael seethed with anger. "Who the fuck are you!?" Kael knew it without even asking. Korran actually began to cry. Those dead eyes. He uncaring demeanor. That cruel, serrated blue blade. This time she was clad in the dark armor as befitted a Death Knight. She wore no cowl, her snow white hair was tied neatly behind her back and left to sway with the cold breeze.
Her head canted slightly and she looked to Korran, then to Kael. "Veloce. Everything else is between you and the spirit healer. But after this, she will not be able to help you."
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END Chapter 1.
From the Author: Hello everyone! First story, yadda yadda. Send me hate mail, flames, constructive criticism, whatever you want! If enough people like it, I will put chapter 2 up. Please rate and review!
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