Scar was never one for making rash decisions, on the streets if you didnt think everything through; imagine every possible outcome; you could wind up in the red collars cells. You could wind up dead. Self preservation had always made him careful but right now, after Nadine had shrugged him off for Boren he was feeling reckless.
An image of her tan skin naked in the pale light of the moon. Wrapped up around that scum. He felt sick.
He wasn't sure if he was going to puke or put a million more holes in the broken building.
He decided on neither although, his hands itched to be put to use.
A thought rushed over him, bringing pause to his otherwise constant pacing.
He decided there was no better time than right now to kill Snakeeyes. Walking into the Sylvador Manor Scar he made his way straight to his father's office a deadly feeling in his chest. It was empty. The lackey at the door, Roman, quietly told him that his father was at his estate down in Westside Reavador.
The heat that had been rolling through his viens exploded sharply and his fist connected with the wall leaving a hole in his wake. The lackey had a twinge of fear in his eyes but said nothing.
He shocked himself at the violent outburst. He usually kept his body under tight control. Everything from the way he moved to the slight change of his facial expressions.
He composed himself, a hand ran through his hair ruffling it in all directions.
He muttered a thanks before turning and heading up the last stairwell.
The guard watched him walk away his face still shocked.
It would only take him a couple hours to get to his father's estate he thought, getting worked up again. A metal coin turned nervously in his right hand as he thought.
He would get more standing from his gang if he had an official gang war with his father, but he didn't need everyone's attention to take the gang. Just a few witnesses.
He sat down to plan it all out with his undivided attention. The more minutes that passed brought his sanity back to him. He remembered the repercussions of betraying his father, he had to be sure this time there would be no one left to serve the punishment.
The way he saw it it was about calculating the numbers and strength.
He picked a day on his calendar. Exactly three months from now his life would be different than it was now.
He laid back in his hammock purple eyes burning behind his vision as he closed his eyes. He clenched his jaw.
Two weeks from now he was going to be in control of his own life for the first time, and the spark that would light the fire of his future was going to come from his own hands.
***
*Nadine
She had to stay sober.
They were trying to conceive and so she wanted to stay sober for her child, but sobriety with Boren was like a living hell.
She had bled even after the first night because he was so rough, and part of her regretted that night with Scar.
Knowing how it felt to feel pleasured and discovered properly made it all the worst when she was being conquered and destroyed. Giving up Scars rough passion for Boren's animalistic behavior made her cry everytime he visited her room.
She thought she could be strong, maybe even learn to enjoy it, but the first night with him had crippled that fantasy.
They had been together six times. Each time was etched into her brain. Luckily some of the details were blissfully blurring.
The rest of her held onto that night with Scar fiercely remembering every detail. Burning it detail for detail deep into her brain and playing it again and again. Somtimes for a split second she could imagine it was him back in her bedroom, not Boren, but only for a few seconds.
Her face turned into a bitter smile at the table and one of the maids looked up at her before quickly averting her gaze.
She hated the pity. Every woman on Boren's estate gave her the same horrified look. It mixed with sadness and eventual embarrassment at being caught staring before they'd rush off. Just like the women pouring her tea just now.
She absentmindedly wiggled her fingers as the maid dissapeared out the door.
She hardly recognized her face in the mirror of the elegant China set that glimmered on the far wall. A small bell shook in the kitchen.
She finished the buttery bread on her plate and left the table, her tea untouched.
Boren was summoning her.
***
Pink walls and white sheets. Soft touches had him drowning while long tan legs possessed his body and desperate hands roamed driving him frantic. A dewy gaze filled with lust met his stare. Those desperate hands turned to silk and slid down his chest and his heart beat with senseless excitement. He finally grasped her and a smile curled on his lips before the delicate fingers suddenly planted a knife in his heart. The shock made him gasp and he was back in a dark room with missing floorboards and dark shadows.
He sat up. The blanket beneath him was damp with his sweat and he walked to the rack of his clothing. His body pulling in deep breaths to clear his hazy mind. He pulled a sleeveless black shirt over his lean frame and walked out to the small balcony. Clear air filled his lungs and he ran a hand through his hair before looking up into the night sky.
The stars were bright tonight. It probably had something to do with the power outage to the street lamps in this part of the city but he didn't care. His heart ached sharply as he looked at the sky and he turned and snatched up his set of throwing knives.
Fog curled over the ground like a living breathing creature and spun away like the wisps of a candle. He planted knives in the trees that were 20 feet away, and trudged toward the treeline to get them. He pulled the blades from the wood viciously. He was pulling the last when a small movement to his left had him spinning into a low fighting stance.
The movement was deep in the shadows of the trees, but Scar recognized the figure of the creature.
It was Thaulka Zandrai.
Impatience flared his nostrils.
"Why are you here?"
His voice came out rougher than he was expecting, but he kept his eyes unforgiving as Thaulka stepped into the empty clearing his skin dark as pitch and his eyes glowing.
"I came to warn you. There is one of my kind looking for you. They were hired to find you."
His brows shot up and a dark smile lit his shadowed features.
"Is that so?"
"I thought you should know that the particular elf that is looking for you is a blood elf. They can be dangerous."
Scar cursed he didn't have time for this, not when he was conspiring against his father. He wondered what old grievance had brought someone to hire a blood elf to come for him. Someone had to be royally pissed to spend that kind of fortune.
"They must be pretty well known for you to know about it." Scar casually leaned against a tree fiddling with a sharp knife,
"Or do you keep a sharp eye on all your brethren?"
Thaulka hissed quietly in his own form of laughter.
"There are a lot more of us than the world assumes."
He grinned at the bored expression that had taken up permanent residence on Scar's face. He could feel the unease vibrating through him from head to toe. Shivering at certain words and then circling smoothly back into place. Thaulka's scences were more than heightened in the night, they were lethally precise. It was too bad Scar did not know how to tap into his own power.
"I would be hard pressed to keep tabs on even a small percentage of our population. To answer your question though, they are well known. One of the best."
Thaulka felt his feelings buzz with a sizzling frustration that bordered on anger. Red and black emotions that would never be recognized by a stranger because his face remained the picture of calm. Amusement sat like a film in his eyes.
If he could learn to mask his internal vibrations he would be a formidable opponent to even the strongest of his own kind.
"Dangerous enough to be an original pure blooded blood elf?"
Thaulka's sharply pointed teeth showed as a smile flickered over his mouth.
"There is no such thing."
This time a hint of the irratatation he felt filtered through the film. Thaulka could see how this might be intimidating to a human, but the overwhelming turn of confusion and discomfort soothed the jagged edges of Scar's aggravation.
"What in the hell are you talking about."
Thaulka sighed and made his way to a tree breathing in the quiet night air like it was a fresh drink of water. He felt rather than saw the aggravation flash in Scar's eyes at his leisurely pace. He brushed his hands over the rough bark of the log before sitting.
"I suppose growing up with your human father you learned that the elves dwindled in numbers so drastically after the war that we valued pure breeding above everything."
Scar leaned up against a tree.
"Everyone knows that."
"I suppose everyone else thinks they know where the sun goes to weep and why the moon gave up her eyes to watch it."
"I don't have time for your riddles." Scar bit out bitterly.
"Our kind may have dwindled, but not into oblivion. We dwindled into sacred lands, hidden places, spirit realms. We have never valued pure breeding either in fact I would say the opposite is truthful."
"Tell me one truth."
Thaulka sensed a shift in Scar's mood so sudden he could not detect quite what it was but it felt like the calm excitement of a predator.
"Anything."
"Does your kind ever stop blathering about nonsense that everyone else cares nothing for? Or is it just you?"
What a strong will he had for clinging to naive thoughts concerning this matter Thaulka thought with real mirth.
"Your mother was half human half water elf. Her magical energy was less than most, but still I would have liked to see her alive and well."
Scorching ire billowed off Scar like a dark fog carried by cold waves slapping against a unmoving shore. His sensitive skin tingled unpleasantly. Outwardly he grinned with sharpened teeth. Scar and him weren't so different. Thaulka braced for Scar's outburst but it didn't come.
"You knew my mother?"
"I knew a little of her, but our time was brief. I would say I never truly was able to know her at all."
Scar felt as if the elf was actually regretful.
"She was human."
Anger spilled out from his tone and gritted roughly on his nerves.
The night elf smiled and appeared to get more comfortable.
"I envy anyone who has human blood. You have the ability to experience far more complex emotions."
Scar remained silent.
"Pureblooded elves have empathy, they understand emotions, and yet they can never truly feel them, not the way that humans can."
Scar's energy turned a deep blue. The color of sadness. His own emotions stirred with surprise.
"Perhaps, I should envy you. Emotions have only ever gotten in the way of my work."
Briefly Scar's outward appearance turned sorrowful but anyone might have thought it was a trick of the light. Faster than the human eye could catch the look was gone and instead his eyes glimmered dark and mischievous.
"Never enough for me to miss a mark."
He had lied. Thaulka knew it.
"Ofcourse not. Your reputation is admirable."
Scar looked at him passively. It had been a long day; An unrestful night. He didn't trust the cold glimmering eyes of the elf in his element. He bounced another blade in his hand and flicked it with almost inhuman speed into another tree at the edge of the clearing.
"Why are you really here?"
He chuckled in discordant tones of mirth and mischief. It was an odd and unnatural sound.
"I can't just be trying to help out a friend?"
Another sharp blade was embedded into a neighboring oak with a impressive thud.
"We aren't friends." He said coldly.
The elf moved on quiet feet. He wanted to get a good look at him.
"If you must know. I'm here about the Ravenglass girl."
Yellow and orange shattered over eachother again and again as a knife clattered to the ground beside the oak. A look of shock resided in his face that anyone could have seen clearly.
"I haven't missed a mark in a very long time." His words sounded foreign off his tongue. It was as if a strangers mouth was speaking. A strangers hand moved to grip another blade.
"She really is quiet lovely."
"Now her mother, I knew as well, if only briefly. Tragic how she died."
His eyes stared straight ahead at his target but his breath stilled waiting for him to continue. When he said nothing he released another blade into the wood.
"How did she die?"
Another blade flicked out into the night. Glittering bright but brightly in the moonlight.
"Giving birth to the little baby girl who's violet eyes matched her own."
His hand dropped the last blade forgotten.
Scar turned to him conflicted.
"That can't be true. Nadine... she has memories of her mother."
He smiled his pointed teeth glittering.
"Her mother was a Spirit elf. Nadine met her mother, but in spirit alone, much like your own brush with death experience."
Scar eyes met his icy and cold.
"How unnatural."
He didn't want to hear anymore of elves. Or Nadine. He covered the distance between himself and the tree and began pulling his blades from the tree. Internally trying to calm the waves of wrath in his heart.
"If ever you were to have a child with her the child would be... remarkable." he purred as a rainbow of colors burst from Scar like flame.
The air was thick with his unsaid words. He picked up the last dagger. The dagger that had fallen from his hands when her name was mentioned.
"Scar."
Scar turned to Thaulka, annoyed by his presence.
His skin began to dance and shimmer. The pitch black changed to earthy brown the spiked rocky tips of his hair smoothed and fell into thin wisps of wavy olive black. His eyes turned brown. He looked human.
Thaulka smirked, he expected purple hues to wash over Scar, hues of fear.
Instead he was confused, angry still. He laughed aloud his voice still strange and unatural. Yet more humanlike.
"Ask yourself why you have carried the coin in your pocket, ask your self why you can never seem to put it down. Ask Snakeeyes why he carries his cane before you kill him."
Ah, there it was. If ever so slight. Purple hues. Scar disappeared inside and Thaulka swept back into his true form and turned to walk into the darkness of the surrounding trees.