The Heaven Affair

The Taste of Blood

Willow and six of the staff members had been locked inside an examination room along with Sloane and Kit Avers. 

"This is bad, this is horrible, we're all going to die." Keris was saying, wringing her hands. 

Willow looked around the room for Eddie or Henry. Both were gone. That was slightly disheartening. Henry and Eddie were probably the closest friends she had, and the easiest to talk to. 

Keris was in crisis mode so any attempts to talk to her would have been useless. The other staff members weren't much better. They were usually off in their own worlds. Willow supposed she was too. Most of them were here because of some freak accident. 

Keris was one of the in-between members. If someone was an in between, they were neither monster or human. Being a pixie, Keris was a Faerie, which counted for most kinds of magic creatures like fairies or elves. 

She had short spikey red hair with bright golden eyes. She was tall and lithe and left a trail of sparkles wherever you went. (It's pixie dust, totally useless, don't bother collecting it, she said.) Keris was one of the biggest gossips in existence. If someone said it, she would hear it and create several more rumors to go with it. Despite this, she was everyone's older sister, and told the best stories. (Turns out the frog prince was a true story) 

She wasn't the only Faerie in the room. There were two elves as well. Contrary to much of the lore, elves weren't small little shoemakers, at least not all of them. The majority of elves were human sized, even taller sometimes.

They each had their respective tribes. There were over 37 different kinds of elves. 

Purple, straight hair tight in a ponytail reveals a long, tense face. Big, round aquamarine eyes, set thightly within their sockets. This is the face of Yneasia Nightgaze, a  night elf. There was something enigmatic about her, perhaps it's a feeling of sadness or perhaps it's simply her goodwill. But nonetheless, people tend to take pride in knowing her, while secretly despising her 

Night elves were nocturnal, and Yneasia was usually part of the night staff. Her almost-white skin made her appear to be glowing. 

Across the room sat her exact opposite. 

Light silver, perfectly groomed hair double braided to reveal a strong, anguished face. Bloodshot aquamarine eyes, gazed intently at the room's other occupants. Iyohara Dawnwhisper, a true genius among blood elves. She stands short among others, despite her lean frame. There was something bewildering about her, perhaps it's her reputation or perhaps it's simply her warmth. But nonetheless, people tend to stay on her good side, while secretly admiring her.

Blood elves were known for executing strange rituals using only human blood. Willow had never seen her do this, but apparently it was possible. Iyohara usually kept to herself, rarely speaking. It was rumored the two elves had a silent feud, as Blood and Night elves didn't get along. The Boss had probably placed them on different shifts for a reason. 

The room was rather loud, Willow thought. The janitorial goblins kept cackling to each other in their own language. Willow hated goblins. They were nasty, and slimy, and just flat out gross. She didn't know why the Boss would place them on janitorial duty. 

The one thing goblins were good at were following orders. If they found a worthy boss, they would do whatever their master said. 

Their current master was a huge hulking figure known as Stoneheart. No one knew his real name. He was rumored to be a troll. He certainly had the looks. He was like a large mishapen lump of gray clay. His vocal skills weren't really up to scratch either. (nor was his hygiene)