Blood Lost

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This chapter has M/F Sexual Hawtness XD
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~*~Blood Lost~*~

Chapter Two: Silvermoon Lining

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Xaq-

I will not meet up with you later today in Brill. I will see you tomorrow morning. I have run into an insane blood elf that says she knows me. She is one of those nagging types. If I do not give her the time to prove I am not this person I fear she will follow me around forever. If there is an emergency I am at Silvermoon City. Take care.

-Kirqut
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The warlock put the letter in the first mail box he saw in Silvermoon City. Kirqut looked disgusted at his surroundings. Like many horde that had visited here he felt it was too bright and cheerful. Kirqut had been Tauren cities that were bright , but it was tolerable. These blood elves however carried themselves differently. There was something off that hung heavy in the air. It was though they were hiding something. He began to wonder if this blood elf woman was hiding something as well. Her demeanor and body language were not normal to the Forsaken warlock. Kirqut knew the blood elf was crazy, but curiosity made him follow her.

The Forsaken warlock knew this was a trick of some kind. He kept all that he knew about blood elves boiling in his mind. He knew they could block magic. Luckily the warlock had his trusty dagger with him if such thing were to occur. Anna waited beside Kirqut for him to finish his letter. The blood elf idly watched some citizens getting harassed by guards.

"Thats it? That wasn't long. Who were you mailing to?" asked Annabelle curiously as she finally looked over at the forsaken man. She leaned over the mailbox in a way that pressed against her breasts together. Even from her mail neckline it formed a perfect sight of her cleavage. Her lightly tanned orbs rubbed against each other in a slow motion. For a moment Kirqut imagined his manhood squeezed between them but his face did not show it. He shook the thought out of his mind and rubbed his forehead.

"None of your business," grumbled Kirqut as he made sure the letter was in the strange glowing mailbox. He kept his eyes off Anna's flaunted chest. The Kirqut she knew also kept things to himself. She had been the only one to know everything about him. His denial of telling her who he was mailing to upset her.

"Fine, be that way!" she said followed by sticking out her tongue at him. She then placed an arm around his back. "Lets go down to your favorite area."

" You mean 'his' favorite area. I am not him," grumbling Kirqut as he lifted the arm she put around him off. Anna angrily pouted at the forsaken warlock as he did so.

"Okay okay, Should I saw 'My Husband' instead of referring to you?" replied Anna as she started walking down the city streets. All other horde main cities had a mix of races. While Kirqut followed Anna he noticed it was only blood elves around. He saw a young untrained undead rush by, but that was the only diversity.

"Husband? You're not wearing a ring!" retorted Kirqut accusingly. He remembered the feel of her bare hands on his manhood. For a moment he felt a tingle down his back with that thought. His mind flashed back to the actions they had in the run down shack. Once again he made his mind focus on the time now.

"Well, I wanted to wait till I found you, er, my husband again. Is that better? Anyways, till then I have it in a safe place. For now if someone bugs me I'm not interested in I just put my stamina ring on my wedding finger to hopefully keeps them away."

"Uh huh...," faded Kirqut as he looked around his surroundings. The area had just became darker. It was much more pleasing atmosphere to him. He spied an undead warlock speaking to a blood elf of the same class.

"Here is Murder Row," smiled Anna as she walked passed the drunkard passed out outside the inn. She walked up the ramp and headed past some blue curtained doorways till she turned into one. "We used to hang out here all the time. Perhaps some of our old friends are in."

Anna brushed her hands on Kirqut's arm lovingly as they went down the ramp of the building they entered. Kirqut noticed what was obviously a warlock and a demon trainer. He felt more comfortable in this part of town but that didn't mean anything.

"So this person you think I am was a warlock too? Is that why you think I am him?" asked Kirqut. The feel of the area seemed so familiar, but he brushed it off as just being the feel of warlock magic.

"Nooo, you - him, oh whatever! He was a mage. He was thinking about being a warlock though. I guess you finally decided," chuckled Anna. Kirqut muttered and looked around. He kept his eyes off Anna. The way the light fell on her here, seemed so well known to him.

"Now, what would a paladin be doing in a place called Murder Row?" questioned Kirqut annoyedly. The warlock tried to put holes in Anna's story. He still felt there was something she was hiding. Many of her sentences drifted off, like she wanted to say more, but stopped.

"Oh, well I used to be a rogue," replied Anna. "During the scourge attack I was helped by some priests. Long story short I ended up joining a more holy order," the blood elf giggled. "Any anyhow, the benefits are much better..."

"The scourge attack?" muttered Kirqut. He had not heard much about blood elf history because he did not care. Anna straightened the undead's collar before she replied.

"Yeah, five years ago," Anna started to explain, "Thats when you were killed. I can tell you the whole story."

"Don't bother," grumbled Kirqut as he became frustrated with the woman's inability to separate him from this missing person. Anna looked around for a moment.

"Well, no one we know in right now. Maybe later," spoke Anna. "Its actually time for me to go to bed soon."

"I just woke up. You only have a day and a night with me," stated Kirqut, reminding her of the terms. His tone showed he would be glad when this was over.

"I've been up all night though. I'm on a strange sleep schedule because of looking for you," the paladin confessed. "I can take you around for a tour before heading to the inn."

"Alright then," replied Kirqut in his usual mutter. He heard some creaking in his jaw. It reminded him he hadn't ate in awhile. He wondered if he should eat his "usual" in front of the woman. Maybe that would finally scare her off.

"And maybe when we're done with that you can give me a tour of that body of yours," Anna flirted as she touched down his arm. Kirqut was sure any undead would be flattered by a live blood elf giving them attention, but instead he felt embarrassed, especially since he did not remember this woman. The undead warlock pulled his arm away gruffly.

"I am just here to prove I am not who you think I am," grumbled Kirqut as he stepped away from the blood elf. "Show me whatever you wanted to show me and then go to bed."

"No problem," smiled Anna. She was not disheartened by the undeads words at all. The blood knight believed he was the one. There was no way to sway her into believing anything different. "I'll show you the Death Scar. Maybe that will jog your memory."

"Whatever you want," Kirqut said with a roll of his good eye. He still wondered why he agreed to following this woman around in the first place. He thought back to his distrust of blood elves and their magic before hearing Anna's voice again.

"Is it okay to hold your hand? Arm? Something?" asked Anna with a sheepish look on her face. Kirqut raised the eyebrow. He didn't want to be closer to this elf as he already was.

"No," was all Kirqut replied as he put his arms behind him. All his body language showed rejection. Anna however was not taking no for an answer. The paladin was positive this was her past love.

"I'll be gentle. I understand you're undead. I wouldn't rip your arm out of your socket. If anything gets hurt I can fix it anyhow," smiled Anna as she nuzzled his shoulder. Kirqut sighed and decided not to fight of every touch she gave him.

The blood elf walked close to the undead as she lead him. The warlock tried to not be annoyed since she was not touching her. Kirqut was sure any undead would be flattered by a live blood elf giving them attention, but instead he felt embarrassed, especially since he did not remember this woman. They past the flight post outside the city where the scar could easily be seen in the distance.

"Its so close to your city," stated Kirqut surprised that live creatures would pay no mind to scourge so near their city. He knew anyone else other than fellow forsaken would not live so close to mindless undead. It was unpredictable what could happen. And yet, he knew in the nearby city he saw everyone acting normal.

"Well we're still trying to get rid of him," replied Annabelle. "And they don't really come out of the scar often, so the guard just handles it."

"Hmm, this is more like home," mused the forsaken warlock as he looked over the scar. Anna used her elbow to nudge him in the ribs. She didn't now how literally she did that action.

"Hey thats kinda rude! the scourge almost killed off our whole race. Don't you have any care for your own race?" asked Anna as she gave him another knock in the rib.

"Contrary to what your deliusioned elf mind might think, I was a human," replied Kirqut as he pulled away from Anna's elbow attacks. The blood elf's face scrunched up with a look of disapproval. She was still determined to prove to him he was her husband. She cased an aura on herself. In a split second hammer shaped light landed on a nearby scourge and killed it instantly.

"All these undeads are very weak. We can walk along it and see if anything jogs any memory," suggested Anna. She was about to place her arm around Kirqut's again but remembered not to. The forsaken warlock noticed her body language and raised an eyebrow. She just smiled and lead him down the scar. Various weak scourge skeletons and cannibals moved up and down the plagued trench they were stuck in. As they kept walking they walked to a small building that was in the scar itself. Kirqut recognized the style build as the same in the Blood Elf city.

"Ooh ooh! A perfect place!" Anna said as she grabbed the undead's hand and pulled him along. She paid no mind to the magster apprentice that stood near the building. "This is east sanctum, do you remember this place?"

"No," he muttered but did not think to remove his hand from Anna's. The paladin killed a few Angershade in the way of the East Sanctum doorway with ease and entered with her undead. He grunted and looked around the building's insides. A black smoke steadily shot out from the center of the room. The walls and floor had vines and plants growing over it. A stone slope lead up to the second floor to a round overlook. The undead let go of the hyper blood elf's hand to look over some books in a nearby bookcase. He pulled one out and skimmed through it.

"This was a magesters place. You studied some here until they kicked you out. Then you could only study in the main city," explained Anna. Kirqut looked over the elven mage spells in the book he was holding. The book contained only basic spells. He looked through the others titles on the shelf to see if he would find something he could sell. The written language was foreign to him, but he could tell simple spells from complicated ones.

"Still don't remember anything? Oh look the same green vases are still here under the sloped stairs," giggled Anna. "Do you want to know why you were kicked out? She smirked as she stood under the slope that lead to the overlook. Kirqut placed a few books in his bag and looked up at the blood elf.

"Alright then. Why was 'Your husband' kicked out?" asked Kirqut still with an annoyed tone. A big smile crossed the blood elf female's face.

"Well, one day all the magsters went out to take new recruits on a field trip of sorts," Anna smirked as she proceeded with the story. "You were left here alone to watch the sanctum and invited me over," Anna gently ran her hand down the wall under the slope as she spoke. "Right under here, we were having some... passionate moments when they suddenly came back. I went to stealth mode and you were left here half naked and dripping when the head magster came in the door."

"Bah, were you two obsessed with sex or something?" grumbled Kirqut.

"Nooo, we're just really in love and liked to express it sexually often," Anna giggled. "I just remember the expression on your face. I honestly thought you would be in less trouble if you were found alone," the blood elf giggled again. "But instead you said 'We can explain?' and the head mage replied 'We? You're the only one we see here,' Oh it was so hard for me not to burst out laughing."

"I'm sure he did not appreciate that," Kirqut said as he looked in one of the green vases for anything worth while. A pair of green panties were flung onto the vast in front of him. He had not heard her chain mail come off and looked up at her. The Paladin's chain mail pants still stayed firmly on her. Kirqut would normally yelled at the action but instead heard other words come from his mouth, "How in Azeroth did you do that?"

"Thats my little secret," she giggled. "As for you not appreciating that past incident, I made a very good apology to you," Anna smirked as she shifted her hips in a seductive manner. She walked up to Kirqut and gave his dry neck a short kiss. "I really wanted to do it on the overlook above but you felt it was too exposed."

"You are not talking me into doing that," muttered Kirqut as he looked up at the gold railed overlook. Though blood elves were annoying, their building style did intrigue the undead warlock.

"Just come up and see the view?" smiled Anna innocently. Her body language was not as innocent though.

"I do not trust that look on anyone, especially you," retorted Kirqut. Anna walked up the cobble slope. "Comon, just look? Maybe it will make you remember."

"Bah, fine fine," he muttered when he knew it was not a good idea to follow her. But follow her he did. It was the first time she noticed he has a slouched limping walk.

"Are you okay?" she asked tenderly. She placed her hands around his hand. Kirqut had felt live hands on him before, but her's felt so, different. While her hands looked lady like he felt the muscles of a hard working paladin in them. But there was an feeling, like an amount of pressure from her hand grasp that told him she loved him very much. At least, loved the husband she mistaken him for.

"Heh, yes. Just dead," replied Kirqut with a laugh. He had suddenly felt relaxed enough with her to joke about being dead.

"Well, just know I like you the way you are right now, but if you are ever in pain I can heal it," Anna said as she nuzzled Kirqut's cloth covered cheek with her face. He felt a sudden rush of warmth from her touch. At first the warlock though she was healing him, but she had done nothing. She ran her hand slowly up his chest. "Maybe you need to sit down. "

"I knew you were up to no good," muttered Kirqut as she guided him to sit down on the gentle slope that lead onto the outlook. Anna sat on top of his waist. Her legs were sprawled on either side of him.

"Lean back, I'll just massage those bones of yours," smiled Anna. She nudged Kirqut back with her delicate hands. His head rested between the railings of the overlook. Kirqut noticed even though the paladin had the hands of a healer her arm had tight muscles to them. Her muscles however did not outdo her feminine charm. The warlock moved his gloved hands down her upper arms, feeling her physical strength from them. The forsaken should of realized sooner from her fighting style that Anna was more of a tank Paladin than a healing or magic using one. The growlings of rotlimb's could be heard outside.

"And we find ourselves alone in a house surrounded by undead once again," mused Kirqut as he looked up at Anna with this good eye. Anna watched his yellow eye, seeing a faint darker yellow that would be his pupil. She traced her fingers below each eye and smiled a bit sadly. Kirqut had tensed a moment feeling that Anna would pull down the cloth over his nose and mouth. She didn't show that as her objective.

"The one thing I do miss, is you had such beautiful eyes. Yours were a light greenish blue. Kind of rare but not unheard of," Anna said as she then leaned over and kissed Kirqut's forehead. "Nice to see you kept most the hair though," Anna giggled like her old self again. Her hands kneaded into the undead's aching shoulders. He felt this decayed muscles relax under her touch. She dared not heal him at all this time. It was true Anna did not mind the way Kirqut was now. Though if the undead did need help "getting up" she was willing to help.

"Heh...." was Kirqut's only reply to Anna's comment. He had not corrected her again that he was not her husband. She kept smiling and massaged down the front of his chest.

"I would like to see it," Anna smirked as she tugged on the chest part of Kirqut's robe. "Did you do a good job of keeping it intact like below your waist?"

"Why don't you look and find out," Kirqut found himself grinning under his face cover. He was quite surprised by his flirting back. Anna was not surprised and took it as what her husband's normal behavior was.

"If I see yours I'm obligated to show you mine," Anna said as she opened up the top of Kirqut's robe.

"Than I must thank the person that came up with that rule," chuckled Kirqut. He was so confused by the feelings that rushed into him. The forsaken warlock swore he heard a faint music in his ears. It was hard to tell what the instrument was. It could of been anything from a violin to a wind pipe. The warlock felt like his senses were tricking him for a moment. This all did not seem right but felt right at the same time.

"Your welcome," Anna replied with a smile and kissed his forehead again. The paladin found the feeling of her warm lips on his cold skin arousing. She pulled the left shoulder of his robe down to expose his blue skin on his chest. As Anna was hoping, an intact dark blue nipple rested where it was supposed to on the undead's chest. She licked it lightly and hoped for a response. Kirqut took in a sharp breath to his rotted lungs. "Well that passes the test, how about your other side," she smirked as she started to pull down the right shoulder of his robe. The warlock abruptly grabbed Anna's wrist.

"No," He said as his yellow eyes glowed sternly.

"Awh, battle damaged? Thats okay, I still have this one to play with," Anna smiled as she licked up his right nipple again. She pursed her warm moist lips around it and sucked lightly. Kirqut tried to stay as stoic as he could, and utterly failed. He exhaled but no breath came out between his lips.

"This is not a massage anymore," Kirqut said as he narrowed his good eye. Anna giggled and massaged his chest. She did not show a hint of being bothered by the coldness of an undead. Even the obvious smell of rot, not matter how small it was, bothered her.

"Do you want me to stop?" asked Anna as she took her mouth off his nipple. Her hands began to massage down his chest. "I really need you in me."

"Ergh," was Kirqut only verbal reaction. His covered mouth would of showed his lips slightly apart in shock. He was not sensitive to those words. He was no where near to having virgin ears. Those words coming from the blood elf straddled across him gave a rush through his undead body.

"Did I touch a nerve?" Anna giggled as she licked his cold nipple again. She lifted her body off Kirqut enough to slip off her mail pants. The sound of them coming off rung through the room like someone pouring a jar of coins. Annabelle grinded her bare crotch on his clothed one.

"No..." Kirqut finally let out exasperatedly. He put his hands on her slower arms and pushed her away. His push however was just a nudge upwards so she was not leaned over him.

"Huh? Why not? Do you have an undead girlfriend? I could meet her. We did have an open relationship," smiled Anna as she then kissed Kirqut's neck. He grumbled in his normal disproval manner. "Or is it a boyfriend? You did bring up attractive guys. Always shorter than you, but attractive."

If Kirqut had the blood vessels to do so he would of blushed at Anna's guesses. The ironic thing he realized was his rogue partner was shorter than him. While Kirqut was caught in the moment Anna took off her chest mail. A silky green shirt rested underneath it. She watched the undead straddled between her legs as she unbutton her shirt. Annabelle was a brave paladin in her choice to wear mail without a bra. Her breasts tumbled out of her unbuttoned blouse. The bottom of the green ruffles rested under her curves.

"Comon, please honey?" her hot breath spoke up against the undeads neck. What nerves that functioned on Kirqut neck tingled at the feeling. He did not protest the feeling but still did not give in to Anna's motions. The blood elf lightly licked his neck and waited expectantly for an answer.

"I thought we decided this wasn't 'bringing back my memory,' " Kirqut replied mockingly. Anna's pale rose lips slipped into a pout. Her long eyebrows slopped downward in a way to exaggerate her begging face.

"But I need thissss," the paladin whined as she grabbed Kirqut's left hand. She brought the undead hand up to her mouth. The blood elf caught the thumb corner of the glove in her teeth. With a yank of her head she pulled off the undead's glove. He only watched, turned on by the actions. He did his best not to show it. Annabelle smirked down at Kirqut and placed his bare hand on her left breast. "Just touch me, thats all you have to do. Please."

"You are...." Kirqut started. He was going to finish his statement with an insult but found himself intrigued by the feeling in his hand. She did not wince at the feeling of exposed bone and cold flesh going across her sensitive nipple. He placed his other hand still gloved on the other. The female blood elf let out several noises of being pleased as his hands worked over her chest. The paladin leaned over his face as her hips rocked against him.

"Can I kiss you?" She asked as she humped up against Kirqut's still clothed body. While one hand supported her up the other played with his exposed nipple. The warlock words were going to be a yes. Before his throat could sound the word he realized that would mean he would have to take off his face cover.

"No," Kirqut let out through clenched teeth. He found his hands still rubbing at Anna's breasts.

"So you are just going to let me grind and tease you?" chuckled Anna as she rubbed her bare pussy on his clothed crotch slower but harder. Kirqut muttered as he watched her smooth body muscles work to rub against him.

"I suppose so," he grunted. On purpose he arched his hips up to meet hers. Kirqut followed the same rhythms she used. Annabelle gasped and rubbed against Kirqut harder and faster. Kirqut rubbed her nipples more vigorously. Since his bone claws had no feeling on them he tried to be gentle. Kirqut watched his fingers on her soft mounds to make sure he did not break skin.

"Kirqut..," she tried to say a sentence but she was too busy imagining him inside of her. The paladin sat up on Kirqut as she still straddled him. Her movements against him became more furious. She opened her eyes a bit and looked down the the undead below her. Though he would not admit it, he was enjoying the friction of her thighs.

"Damn.... it woman," breathed Kirqut hard in his hole filled lungs. Anna leaned closed down to his face again. She licked up a curve of his ear. The paladin then licked the side of his head, imagining the now gone points of his ears were there.

As the blood elf reached peak she sat up again. Kirqut's hands stayed clutched to the paladin's breasts. Anna's thighs gripped around Kirqut as she humped harder against him. Under the cloth of his robe she could feel his erection rub up between her pink folds. It was causing both of them to get fabric burns on their tender parts. At the moment neither cared about the results of Anna's actions.

As Anna orgasmed Kirqut forcefully pulled her down by the chest. The undead pursed what was left of his lips around a hot pink nipple while his hand keep the other one entertained. The blood elf let out a little squeak of pleasure. His lips were cold like a dead body, but his tongue was still warm. She slowly humped against the undead a few more times even though her orgasm was over.

"Mmmm nice to see you taking the initiative," Anna giggled. She still could not see the undead's face. The blood elf lifted a corner of the black cloth covering that now laid on top of her breast. Kirqut quickly pulled away from the suckling he was doing. "Awh, you didn't have to stop!"

"Stupid female!" grumbled Kirqut as he straightened up the cloth on his face.

"Awh, comon, let me see," Anna giggled as she tried peaking under the cloth. "I've seen how your other parts are rotted, why can't I see your face?"

"You are so annoying!" growled Kirqut. He placed his hands at the sides of Anna's hips. He found his thumbs trailing to trace the lines where her legs met her torso. Kirqut lost realized for a moment as he became focused on the details of her hips.

"Hm? Don't you have more insults lined up? You suddenly went quiet!" complained Anna. She placed her hands on the undead's shoulders and licked the neckline of his robe. Her voice became a soft seductive whisper. "Please, let me see."

"No!" Kirqut grumbled as he pushed the blood elf of him. His shove put her back at sitting up position. "Get off me!"

"Okay, okay," pouted Anna as she stood up, still straddled over Kirqut. "Just know I'll love how you look, not matter what."

"Whatever. Crazy bitch," muttered Kirqut as Annabelle stepped away from him. His bones creaked as he stood up. The female blood elf said nothing verbal to tell him to stay. Instead her body language said it all. She finally looked hurt by his words. Kirqut grunted ignoring her emotions and headed down the spiral of the building.

"You promised me a day and a night!" Anna yelled, but not perusing him. She paladin stayed where she was, waiting for him to give up and come back.

"You said you were going to go sleep! Then go sleep! I'll decide if I see you again," growled Kirqut. He wondered why he had said that last statement. Why had he given Anna hope that she would see him again?

He waked through the scarred earth where lowly scourge wandered. He planned to spend a few hours exploring this blood elf city and then head back home. He did find the city interesting, even if the woman did annoy him. As Kirqut came to the gates he hear a familiar voice.

" What the hell is up with your prices? The Undercity isn't that far away to warrant that much silver!" growled the undead rogue to the flight master. The rogue was about to put his hand around the blood elf's throat till he two heard a familiar voice.

"XAQ!" called Kirqut. Under the cloth that covered his mouth his old jaw bones had a smile. He was glad to see his rogue. The flight master let out a sigh of relief as the undead rogue no longer had attention on her.

"Hey Kirqut..." said Xaq, glad to see the warlock not in the company of the woman he wrote of. "We should talk...."
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Q & A

To Denise,
Took forever, but here is Chapter 2. 3 should be up soon! :D

To Yusari,
Flashbacks are my fav thing to write. I have many already written and set aside for later. :3