Grogek lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.
"You know, you're being very naughty." Elunara climbed on top of him. "You have to let a girl know if you like her or not."
"That's the problem. I'm rather conflicted."
She propped her elbows on his chest. "Is that so?"
"I pulled a you. I saw someone in need, and I jumped in to save them." He sighed. "I don't just mean the girl's ankle. Apparently, Misty is a little shit, even to her own sister. Took me a bit to get it out of her, but apparently, her sister told her she was glad her husband was dead, so that Misty could train her up right."
Elunara visibly twitched. "Fucking bitch."
"So... I went and intimidated the little bitch. Was rather entertaining to see her lock herself in a room."
"And I missed it?" Elunara snorted. "Well, you've won the poor girl's heart... what are you going to do with it?"
"I haven't a clue." He sighed. "What would you suggest? Aside from the usual."
"I wouldn't bank on my usual here. You're in a nasty predicament. You have a mother, and her child, and if you break one heart, you break em both. The child adores you, and the mother has a damned heavy crush going. You're a devoted, which mean you have your own feelings to consider here. You over step in one direction and you could hate yourself. Fuck and see if it works, would NOT fly here."
He wrapped his arms around her, tears streaming down his face. "That is why I love you." He whispered. "You see direct to the heart of me."
"You're my Sugarbear. I know this situation is odd for you. Hell, it's bizarre for me. But, what kind of person would I be, if I did all the things I do, and then hold you to a different standard?" She rubbed her cheek on his chest. "You've been so devoted to me, for all of this time. It's amazing what you do for me. If this isn't where you're going, then that's fine too. But you can't keep her in the dark."
"I just need more time."
"Of course. You can't make this decision in a night. Hell, you saw how long I flip flopped on poor Jordan."
"I got you anyway." Jordan leaned against the door.
"That's because I'm an insatiable whore." She snorted.
"Hey, since Grogek has a girlfriend, does that mean I get more time?"
Grogek tightened his grip on Elunara. "Hell no."
"Now boys, don't fight over your toys." She grinned.
Vicki was absolutely FUMING. She had been tracking her target for WEEKS and all she could figure out, was his weakness for small children. She couldn't possibly swipe a kid from the orphanage, and what in the hell would she do with the kid while she did her thing? Now, there was this timid little bitch and her half hearted attempts at flirting. It was enough to make a person sick.
To make matters even more irritating, his schedule was so well disciplined, that it synced up with the rest of his family. The only opportunity she would have... was on a day when some dumb trainee injured himself and bled on the beast. She really couldn't set anything up, because she could go to all the efforts and still have a no show. She sat down on a rock wall and sighed.
"Please! It was an accident!"
"SHUT UP!"
The sound of a slap caught Vicki's interest. She leaned over and peered at the couple. The man had the woman by the arm and was repeatedly hitting her. Vicki snorted. Dumb bitch. Probably deserved it. In her opinion, any woman that agreed to be in a permanent relationship got what she deserved. She watched the action with a vicious sort of glee.
Out of nowhere, Grogek grabbed the man by the throat and squeezed. "You miserable little bastard. How dare you harm her?!"
"She's my wife!" The man gasped out. "I can do as I please!"
"No, the fuck you can't." Grogek punched the man in the face, hard enough to knock him out. He flung him to the side. "I'll deal with that trash later." He snorted. Reaching down, he held out a hand. "Here, let me help you."
"No... please... you're only making it worse." She cried.
"Ma'am, you're alright now. I won't let him harm you again."
The woman scrabbled back, before scrambling up and running away.
Grogek sighed. "Like caged animals..." He hefted the unconscious man up on his shoulder. "Let's have a little talk." He snorted, as he walked away.
Vicki tapped a finger to her chin. Now, an abused woman... THAT she could pull off.
Unlike Elunara, Vicki didn't have to get someone to smack her around to get the effect she wanted. She had make up and a deft hand with dramatics. Even better, it took minimal effort and could be pulled off in a pinch. All she had to do was hang out at the training yard and wait for her moment.
Misty sighed dramatically and fluffed out her hair. This city just wasn't what it used to be. If she could, she'd clear it out to the way it was before. She wished she could convince her husband to find a better place to live. As it was, Stormwind WAS the best place for her family to be. Now, even her own sister was corrupted by the "favorite family". Gods, she hated that title.
"Come, Gingy, let's go to the keep."
"I'm so SICK of that place." Gingy sighed. "I just want to stay home today."
"No! We must see and be seen." Misty snarled.
"But, why?" Gingy picked at her frilly old gown. She wanted a Tulani. All of her friends had a Tulani. Not that she could say that to her mother. Perhaps when mother wasn't looking, she would take some of her allowance and order her own dress.
"We were here first. We must be seen in the company of the King and prove our privilege."
"Ugh, the Keep isn't even that exclusive any more. Those foul boys got to have their birthday in there, and SOMEHOW they got to have a stupid sleepover too." Gingy snorted. "Even that... deformed twit got to stay there with HER friends. I've NEVER gotten to stay there with MY friends." She crossed her arms.
"Then STAY HERE FOR ALL I CARE!" Misty screeched. "YOU WORTHLESS LITTLE INGRATE!" She stomped out of the house, slamming the door behind her.
Gingy stood there, fighting tears. Finally, she turned and went into her room, grabbing a handful of her allowance and stuffing it into her purse. She ran all the way to Tulani's studio.
Grogek sighed and made his way home. Some days, he felt like he was training children. His own sons were doing better than some of the soldiers he had to train now. He spotted a woman, openly weeping, as she sat on the ground.
He knelt down. "Are you alright?"
She looked up and jolted backwards. "I... I'm fine!"
Frowning at the nasty bruise on her face, he brushed her hair back. "Do you need help?"
"No!" She scrambled backwards. "He'll come back."
"I won't let him."
She tried to stand, but crumbled.
"Do you need a healer?"
"No... No, I just want to go home." She whimpered.
"If you'll let me, I'll take you." He held out his hands.
"Oh, please..." She whimpered.
He scooped her up. "You direct me, and I'll get you home."
"Oh, you're so kind." She breathed.
Vicki grinned at her brilliant performance. This was just too damned easy. She directed him down to the spot she had chosen, well within view of his own house.
"Oh..." She sighed. "We're almost there. I'm just... worried he'll show up." She clung to the front of his bloodstained shirt.
"I will protect you if he does. In fact, I hope he does... so we can have a little... chat." Grogek growled.
"Thank you so much!" She gasped, before planting her mouth against his.
In shock, he dropped her.
