EelKat Wendy C Allen - Dark Fantasy Author

UPDATE March 17, 2021: Another death. Waiting for a coffin to be delivered. Funeral the 21st. Unlikely to be streaming for a few weeks.


Update: March 27, 2021: It's not even been a week since the funeral, and now there is another death and another funeral.


UPDATE April 5, 2021: There are still no streams, as, we've now a another (a 3rd) funeral to prepare for.

And that is now 3 deaths in our family, in the past 2 weeks.

This 3rd death hits hard, because it was Pippi.

Our family has now had 13 deaths since March 2020.

April 10, 2015, 12 children were kidnapped.

May 15, 2015, the heads of 10 of them were nailed to my door.

August 24, 2020, one was found still alive. he was just 4 years old when she was kidnapped, but she remembered us, even though 5 years had passed.

August 25, 2020, Pippi came home, but her condition was not well. She had been tortured the entirety of the 5 years she had been held hostage. She was missing limbs and covered with scars, had broken bones many years not set, and suffered serious damage to many of her internal organs. That she was alive at all, in her condition, was a miracle. Doctors had little hope of her survival and she was sent home with Hospice care.

Pippi had cancer in her eye and needed surgery for it, which she was scheduled to have, shortly before she was kidnapped.

In the years they had her, not only did they torture her, but her cancer went untreated and spread to her brain.

By the time she was returned to us, her cancer had reached an inoperable state, so we knew she did not have much time left.

Had her cancer been treated, back when she was a toddler, she probably would have reach adulthood.

She died only 8 months after her return.

Another child, to cry out from the grave, for Etiole's vengeance upon her murderers. Another victim of evil men, who will stoop to no ends, to bury the crimes they committed 50 years ago.  Drug lords. Opium growers. Heroine dealers. Selling little girls 4 to 8 years old for sex to priests. They only care about money.

All hail the mighty tourist ass. Millions come to Old Orchard Beach every year, for one thing and one thing only: heroine. They sell their drugs to the tourists under the pier and off the balconies of that giant motel. Than drag little girls to the bedrooms of the condominiums on Smithwheel Road, behind the school. And any child who dares open their mouth and beg for help, gets tossed in the GooseFare Brooke Ravine.

Bastard drug lords. They've been doing this for 50 years, and the town hall and the police department, turn a blind eye to it, because they get paid $6million a year to not report it to the newspapers, when the body of another child washes down the ravine, into the gulley to be spit out in the ocean. No fewer than 5 bodies are found every summer, but how often does it get in the news?

The corruption of this fucking town needs to end.

Yet another dead at the hands of these criminals who run our town.

How long will the residents continue to turn a blind eye to what is happening in our town.

How many more children will you let them kill, before you stand up to them?

Another child is dead and no one in this town cares. So long as they get their money from the tourists. The blood of another murdered child screams from the graves, begging for justice. Tick tock, tick tock, so begins, yet another of Etiole's 7 year clocks.

This is why there were no/to few streams from May 2020 until now.

May 2020, after 4 years of not hearing from them at all, the FBI returned with a lead, which led to Pip's discovery a few weeks later in August.

Because of the nature of the situation, I could not talk about it, to tell you why streams had stopped.

The kidnappers, were enraged that we had recovered Pip, and that is when the attacks started up again on my home and family September 2020.

Pip's condition continued to grow worse, and she died April 5, 2021.

She was only 10 years old.

This is what it means, to not be white in America.

White men, won't even give a child the chance to grow up.

This is what white people do, to none white families like mine.

We are Gypsies with Jewish blood, for that alone we are hunted like animals.

What the men of Old Orchard Beach, Maine, did to my family, will never be forgotten or forgiven.

#If you have any information on the kidnappers or the murders...

#FBI Agent Andy Drewer out of the Portland, Maine FBI office is in charge of the of the April 10, 2015 kidnapping of my 12 children by 14 Ku Klux Klan men who invaded our home and the subsequent May 15, 2015 murder of 10 of the 12 whom had their heads nailed to my front door. If you have information about the case, give it to him not me. He can be reached @ +1-(207)-774-9322 

Have you forgot the extent of the damage these people did, all because, they wanted to dig up my land and removed bodies buried there, before my house builders found that barrel of bones?

Have you forgotten that 7 town hall workers, 5 public works men, a blond woman, her bald son, and her red haired sister Kendra, and 14 police officers, all lead by a man they referred to as "Mark who needs no last name" were the ones 

I name every one of them, except for the ring leaders: blond woman, her bald son, her sister Kendra, and her husband "Mark who needs no last name". I don't know who those 4 are. I'd never seen any of them, other than the Kendra woman before, and I only knew her fro her attacks beating me up at Panera in 2009, 2010, and 2013.

I can name every one of the others, because all I have to do is go to the Old Orchard Beach town hall and police department website, and their are their faces.

With the exception of blond woman, her bald son, her sister Kendra, and her husband "Mark who needs no last name", every one else involved was government official who works for the state of Maine vis the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall, the Old Orchard Beach Police Department, or the Old Orchard Beach Public Works.

And what exactly did they do?

August 8, 2013 they drove a backhoe over my house. That same backhoe drove over my previous house on the same land April 2007. That same backhoe drove over my poultry barn and horse stables July 2001. July 2001 was the first attack.

March 2015 was the the massive attack, with an entire fleet of trucks, and drove over the Church of the Holy Rhinstone, a church that stood on my land, my garage which is why I no longer have a garage to put my car in, my 2 sheds both of which had my tractors and other garden/crop machinery in them at the time. And of course the razing of the land, the cutting down of the apple orchard - the VERY apple orchard planted in 1530 that this town was named after... he actual "old orchard" of Old Orchard Beach... the very original trees - huge massive apple trees over 400 years old. The grape vineyards, the cherry trees, the pears trees. 

April 10, 2015, they returned, 4 police officer held me a gun point, while 10 other police officers held my children down with long poles with metal wire strangle loops on the end, and beat their faces in with cinder block bricks, knocking out every one of their teeth, breaking their jaws... POLICE OFFICERS DID THAT... while men they referred to as "Mark who needs no last name" and "Dan" stood there and told the police officers what to do, how to beat them, while "Mark who needs no last name" boldly bragged that he paid the Old Orchard Beach police $6million dollars to do this.

May 15, 2015... the heads, hands, feet, and intestines of my children were nailed to my door. Later that same day police officer W. W. came to my home begging for forgiveness and claimed that men he referred to only as "Mark and Dan" were holding his beloved mother-in-law hostage and torturing her, and he helped in the April 10, 2015 attack, only to save her life and get her back. He claimed he had no prior knowledge of what was going to happen, claiming that he'd been told they were only going to "scare" us. He said he had not expected anyone to get hurt, he had not known my children would be tortured and kidnapped, he had not known they were going to be murdered. He said he was scared for his life and lives of his family. And he said: "They form a small army, our department doesn't have enough man power to stop them, and every one in this town is too scared to fight back. You don't know what's going on. And I think they mixed you up with someone else. They didn't know you were the owner of this land. They didn't know that was your motorhome. They thought someone else owned this place. It wasn't even your family they were after. You were the wrong target. You don't know who these people are. What they've done to our families. This is the actual Mafia. The real deal. I'm so sorry. This is the address they sent us to. But they had a different name as the owner. This wasn't supposed to happen. They were after someone else. I'm so sorry. I couldn't let my family died. And now yours is dead instead. This wasn't supposed to happen."

June 19, 2016... I did a very specific livestream. You see... A., D., B., and T. in the 1970s and 1980s, were in the habit of dragging big black trash bags into the forest, crossing my land to do it, and dumping those bags into the Goosefare Brook Ravine. In 1983, 3 snuck into Etiole's swamp and planted 3 acres of Marijuana. Someone found it and called the police, I don't know who... it was Maine's largest drug raid for decades. Many, many millions in plants where dug up and removed from Etiole's swamp. A few weeks later A, & D,s 10 year old daughter ran into my yard, touched my car on a dare from other children - the 1964 Dodge 330 former Old Orchard Beach police car, known by Stephen King fans as the REAL Christine, The World's Most Haunted Car... than jumped her bike, and sped down the road, as fast as she could, head on into a car coming the other way. She died instantly, he brain shattered all over the end of my driveway, and her mother A responded by the Battle of 458 - the biggest mass shooting ever in Maine history, that ended up with 3 Gypsy clans and 2 police departments, in a shoot out between 70+ adults all armed with guns. One of my cousins, an 8 year old boy, standing 3 feet from me, had his eye shot out by one of the bullets. While A ran around the street screaming: "FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shot another child. 

"FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shoot another child. 

"FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shoot another child. 

THOSE are the 31 children, whose bones were sawed up and tossed into the GooseFare Brook Ravine... yes, that DOES mean, police officers KNEW those children were there and covered it up.  And I witnessed that entire event.

And THAT is WHY... when police officers murdered my family in 2015, I did a livestream, walking to the ravine, to show the world, where those bones were... because I'm sick and tired of the police corruption in this fucking town, and those sawed up bones of 31 children are PROOF of what this town government is like.... as are the heads of my children that were nailed to my door.

At the end of The Battle of 4-5-8... A. took 2 gas cans and poured them all over the big dome house, than set a match to it, and no one knew, why when she did her brother B., started running, jumped in his robin egg blue truck and backed down the driveway, hit Portland Ave doing 70 and didn't stop driving until the high speed chase caught him in CT... oh but we knew before he was out of sight, why he started running... the dome house went up like Hiroshima into a mushroom cloud that could be seen across the entire state... turns out there was a Meth lab in that house.

June 19, 2016... the livestream of the bones went viral, it's what made my YouTube channel suddenly explode overnight... and police officer W.W. upset, by the fact that, the livestream included the entire police call and response, and that response was to laugh and do nothing... fed up with the corruption in his department, he forwarded that livestream VOD to the FBI, and the FBI arrived in Old Orchard Beach, to dig up the Reclaim Blueberry Plains, and all hell broke lose in this town, as most of the police officers suddenly found themselves arrested. An entire new police force from out of state was brought in to replace the long time officers who had proven they could be trusted to uphold the law. Many town hall officials and public works employees also found themselves arrested by the FBI.

June 26, 2016... barely a week later... the blond woman and the red haired Kendra woman showed up at my workplace, Scarborough WalMart, and tried to kill me, yet again... these are the same 2 woman who attacked me with golf clubs at Southern Maine Community College November 14, 2013... they left dead in 2013, I was paralized for 5 months. It took me 18 months to relearn to walk. I was out of the wheel chair, and I was without a walker, I was without a cane. I had almost fully covered from their November 14, 2013 attack with golf clubs... June 26, 2016, this time they attacked with shopping carts, and I'm now crippled for the rest of my life. They shattered 3 vertebra this time and it can't be operated on. I had to relearn to walk a second time, and I'm not yet recovered now in 2021. In 2013 they drove away in the 4 door white pickup truck. In 2016 they drove away in a gold Volvo SUV station wagon.

That blond woman and her red haired Kendra sister, they are wanted by the FBI for attempted murder of me and they are also wanted in questioning for being suspected of also being the murderers of my children.

I don't know who these 2 women are.

The blond woman shows up my driveway frequently, screaming and yelling, sometime accompanied by a small child, about 5 years old, that she pulls behind her in a red radio flyer wagon. She looks to be about 60 or 70. She often wears a denim button down shirt and jeans. She's prone to yelling at passing cars, while pointing up my driveway, and saying: "There's EelKat, she tried to kill my husband."

I've never tried to kill anyone, so accusation is baffling at best.

She seems to think I know who she is, and has made the claim, that "I was that brat in school"... the red haired Kendra woman, sometimes with her, claims to be her sister, also appears to be 60 to 70 and also seems to think I know who she is, and frequently says: "You bullied me in school, but no more, I'm Kendra SilverMander it's my turn to shine."

They BOTH make the claim they went to school with me, and yet, I never went to school, a well documented fact... because I'm the child the FBI rescued what the news media called "Maine's House of Horrors". I was locked in a cage when I was 8 years old. I was let out on Sundays, to go to church, and not allowed to speak or make eye contact with anyone, and this was only done infrequently, whenever church goers asked what happened to that girl you had". I was 31 years old when the FBI arrived, because of Heaven's Gate having killed 39 people, and my uncle being one of the members and self proclaiming himself as the leader of Heaven's Gate after Applewhite's death. The FBI was investigating the murder of 39 people in California, and had no idea they'd find children in cages in Maine as a result.

So you see, when the blond woman and her Kendra sister, make the claim they went to school with me and I was the class bully who beat them up, this is easily proven false, because the time period when I should have been in school, I was locked in a cage, being tortured by my sadistic uncle Bruce.

Also, they are in their late 60s to mid 70s... making them older than my parents, so how could I have been in school with them, even if I had gone to school? At best I would have been starting pre-school the year they would have been graduating high school.

These things they say about school, only further agrees with what police officer W. W. said May 15, 2015, when he made the claim, they had gotten me mixed up with someone else.

July 2016, a month after the shopping cart attack... yet another Old Orchard Beach police officer arrived, this one accompanied by 2 Biddeford officers, who had been former OOB officers... these 3 officers, had a vastly eye opening story to tell me.

They had been called to Old Orchard Beach, to my farm, to arrest me, a call made to them, by a man named Mark, whom one of these officers, claimed was his brother in law. This Biddeford officer, said he requested to transfer ot of Old Orchard Beach department years ago, because his sister (whom he claimed he suspected, but could not prove was the blond woman whom had attacked me at WalMart) was quote "trying to control the town" he said "treats Old Orchard Beach like a dynasty, thinks she's a duchess, has severe mental disorders, and thought she could buy the police department". He went on to say, she got in with the real Mafia years ago and went to her head, and now she thinks she IS the Mafia and most of Old Orchard Beach's business owners, especially the motel owners are scared shitless of her, because they believe her claim to be Mafia. He went on to say, she's not Mafia, but she's good at convincing people she is and stated "I wouldn't murder beyond her. She'd do it just to prove she is Mafia." He said he transferred out of OOB department to Biddeford department because he was fed up with how easy it was for her to get every officer to do anything she asked. He said "the corruption in that department runs deep; don't cross her or any officer she controls; they WILL kill you and every around you. You don't know who her husband is. He doesn't just control that town, he controls half the state."

What he was telling me was bizarre on extremes, but even more bizarre was the live feed radio call, that he had me listen too, as it was happening, on my farm in Old Orchard, while I was at my dad's house in Biddeford.

He said: "The Old Orchard Department called me, asked me to come over here. Buddy Will wanted to prove you were not in Old Orchard and that Mark has you mixed up with someone else. That fucking bastard is crying wolf and trying to frame you, we can prove it right now. We are fucking fed up WolfBoy."

He turned on his radio, so I could hear. A what I heard... a man whose voice I do not recognize, yelling at a Officer W.W. and saying: 

"That is Wendy, arrest her now! That is EelKat. She tried to kill me."

While officer W.W. and another officer, told the man: "his isn't Wendy. We have officers with her right now. Who tried to kill you? Wendy? Or THIS woman right here?"

"This woman right here! This is EelKat I tell you! Arrest her! What do you think I pay you for! You aren't allow to defy me! I own this town! You are my slaves. I command you to arrest her!"

W.W.: "This isn't EelKat. This isn't Wendy. I've known her for years. And right now, she's on the other side of the state. With 3 officers, listening to you right now. You are NOT the law. We've had it with you. You don't own me. And you've mixed her up with someone else. You've been harassing the wrong damned person. You dare call us about Wendy ever again, and I will personally arrest you for false reports, than I'll tell them everything. You'll never see the outside a prison for the rest of your life when I get done with you. You fucking leave this woman alone. You destroyed her life, because you couldn't tell her apart from someone else."

I used to aqua jog, mountain climb, horseback riding, and I hiked 13 miles a day. And in the blink of an eye, that lifestyle was taken away, and every day was struggle, just to sit up and breath, with no hope of ever walking again. I defied doctors. It's been 8 years and I can move around the house by holding on to things and I now can walk again, at the moment only short distances outside with a cane, and the hope is to continue to improve. I still have a long road of recovery ahead. But I'm walking again, something that 8 years ago, doctors said would never happen. 

My farm was razed.

My family was murdered.

I was 5 months paralysed, and had to relearn to walk. It was 8 years ago and I'm not yet fully recovered due to 3 inoperable vertebrae and hip dysplasia. November 14, 2013, 10PM, at WalMart, while putting bags of groceries in the back seat of my car, I was attacked by 3 rapists armed with metal golf clubs, who left me parallelized, in a wheel chair, broken spine, broken hip, broken pelvis, broken knees, serve nerve damage to my left side limiting the use of my left hand, my bladder incontinent from nerve damage, they left me for dead, and I had doctors telling me I would never walk again.

There's more that has happened. A lot more. The thousands of gallons of sewage they pumped into my motorhome in 2015. The cats. the Ptarmagin cats. World famous groups of cats. You remember them. If so, you remember what these people did to those cats. Poisoned. All dead the same day. 12 cats. Dead to what the vet described as: "enough poison to kill a great dane". My horse, she had her head beat in with a rock. My bantam roosters... 70 pet roosters, hung by their necks in rope nooses in my rose bushes.

All because this man, this mystery Mark, whose last name seems to be known to the police but is still unknown to me and man whom I've never seen or met - he keeps his face covered whenever he shows up... mistook me for someone else... and police officers and town hall workers and public work employees.

Welcome to Old Orchard Beach... this is NOT the way life should be, you know it.

What these people did to me, should never have happened, and according to the police, it's been happening for 50+ years to hundreds of people, hundreds of families, in this town, and every one is too scare to talk about it or fight back to stop it. That NEEDS to change.

The corruption in our town, needs to stop... but it won't end, until every last person who is being harassed by these people stand up, put their foot down, and say enough is enough, we ain't gonna take this any more.

We the people of Old Orchard Beach need to take back our town.

NOTE: Chat is set to emote only on my Twitch channel and my personal contact information has been removed from my website and every place else, due to the HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS of false reports of "information", along with vile hateful memes about the murder of my family being sent to me by trolls who think mocking the murder of my family is funny.

FBI Agent Andy Drewer out of the Portland, Maine FBI office is in charge of the of the April 10, 2015 kidnapping of my 12 children by 14 Ku Klux Klan men who invaded our home and the subsequent May 15, 2015 murder of 10 of the 12 whom had their heads nailed to my front door. If you have information about the case, give it to him not me. He can be reached @ +1-(207)-774-9322 

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Quaraun the Insane:
GhoulSpawn and The Lich Lord's Lover:
The Lover's Triangle 

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Quaraun the Insane:
GhoulSpawn and The Lich Lord's Lover: 
The Lover's Triangle 

 everal very uncomfortable days passed between the trio. Unicorn was no longer sleeping with Quaraun at night, and Quaraun didn't dare get with in several feet of GhoulSpawn for fear of angering Unicorn. During the day, Unicorn kept a huge amount of distance between himself and both the Elves, refusing to talk to either of them. This went on for nearly two weeks.

One night, as Unicorn sat by the campfire cooking the arm of a Human he'd killed earlier that day, Quaraun cautiously crept up to the fire and sat down beside the undead Phooka.



“Are we okay?'

Unicorn looked up at Quaraun.


“You and me, as a couple. Our relationship.”

“No,” Unicorn said and went back to poking the fire with a stick.

“Will we ever be okay?”

“We, ya, me, as a couple, our relationship. We is no okay. I has been faithful to ya. Ya has cheated on me. Ya can'na undo what ya did Quaraun.”

“You talk about cheating on me all the time.”

“Aye, I joke about it, but I has never done it. Nor would I. I love ya. I would no hut ya like that.”

“I'm sorry.”

“I is aware yis. We is soul bond. I feel whats ya feel, Quaraun. Ya does no hae to keep saying it.”

“How do we fix this?”

“I do'na knows that we can.”

“Can we try?”

“Does ya wants to?”



“I love you.”

“I said that to GhoulSpawn too.”

“I... I know. I'm sorry.”

“Quaraun, will, ya stop saying that?”

“I want to fix us.”



“I is Lich.”

“I know.”

“Do ya?”

Unicorn's illusionary flesh form melted away, replaced by the glowing blue crystalline skeleton that was all that was left of BoomFuzzy's physical body. Quaraun averted his eyes from the undead beast beside him. The Lich's cold, bony fingers grabbed hold of the Elf's jaw and forced him to look the skeleton in it's eyeless sockets.

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 “Ya can no even look at me Quaraun. This is who I is now. I be a pile of bones. This is what is real. This is real me with illusion gone. This is all the be left of ya BoomFuzzy. I has no real flesh on me body. I can no make loves to ya like ya wants un I never will, I can only love ya through the golem. Our physical love is but an illusion. The BoomFuzzy ya loved is gone. This is what is left un ya can'na even look at it.”

“I still love you.”

“I is aware ya do. I do not question ya love for me. I is fully aware yis in love with me.”

The Lich let go of Quaraun and transformed back into Unicorn once again.

“How do I fix this?”

“I does na know that ya can. Not as long as ya can no accept what it is that I is.”

“I do accept you...”

“Could ya live with me, if I remained in me Lich form all day long?”

“The bones?”

“Aye. The bones. Could ya sleep with the skeleton, Quaraun?”

Quaraun stared at his feet and said nothing.

“I take whatever form ya wants to please ya. I am always one who change for ya. Even when I were alive. I never demanded ya change, it were always me sacrificing who I was to keep ya happy. Quaraun, think about it. Yis most insufferable, obnoxious, stuck up, narcissistic, self loving, ego maniacal lunatic on planet. Yis greedy, selfish, pompous, racist, arrogant, ya think yis better then every one else, we can no get half travelling done we needs to get done, because we has to waits three hours every single morning while ya brush ya mile long hair, we has to stop so ya can bathe yarself every day, some times more then once, all that frilly clothes ya wear - it takes ya two hours to get dressed, put on ya make-up, as well as change AALLLL those ear-rings, nose rings as well as the chains the connecting them earrings as well as nose-rings all together, ya ears are a foot long un ya ten gold hoops as well as pink gem studs every inch of them un chains covered crystal drops connecting then back to the hoops in ya nose, ya could sleep with them on, but no, ya take them all out every night, another hour we get nothing done un put all back n again in the morning, another hour wasted. And ya never meet a mirror ya did'na like. Ya bitch un moan un fuss un complain about every wee little thing. Ya vain as a stuffed pink peacock. Ya was born in a royal family where ya servants had servants un ya expect every one ya meets to drop to ground un worship at ya feet. Nothing is good enough for ya. And iffy it does no meets up to ya expectations, ya kill it with dead things ya call up out of ground, just because ya can. Then to top that all off, yis scared of every damned thing under the sun, yis the biggest coward ever known, we are back tracking half the time because yis too scared of something un we has to find a road around it un that damned soldier was right, having ya around endangers us all, ya a frigging liability.”

“I'm sorry.”

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 The proud haughty Elf was in tears. Everything Unicorn had just said was true and he knew it but he hadn't known any of it bothered Unicorn. The Phooka had never complained about any of these things before.

“Stop crying.”

“I'm sorry.”

“Will ya stop saying that?”

“I'm sorry.”

“And ya can no stop apologizing for every wee little thing, because ya has no self esteem what so ever, which be illogical considering size ya self important ego in ya.”

“I'm sorry.”

“Stop crying, Quaraun, I is no mad about those things. I love ya un I puts up with things I do no likes about ya, because I loves ya. I woulds do any thing for ya un ya knows that. All I ever asked was ya love me in return. I never asked ya for anything else.”

“I do love you.”

“Do ya? Are ya sure ya does nae just pity me? Ya seem ta be confusing pity with love. I does no want ya pity.”

“I'm sorry.”

“Stop saying that. I accept ya as ye are. But ya can no accept me.”

“I do...”

“No, ya does not. And I heard what ya said to GhoulSpawn. Ya regretted being bonded with me. That is what ya said. Ya stay with me, not because ya love me, but because ya pity me. I is more mad about what ya said to Ghouly before him fucked ya, then I is about ya letting him fuck ya.”

“I've said a lot of things to GhoulSpawn...”

“I knows ya has. I heard alls of what ya said that night un the night after as well. I did'na go far from camp. I never go far away from ya. We in war zone un neither one of yis fighters. I did'na wish to leaves ya unprotected. I still care about ya. I do no want ya getting hurt. I never go very far away un ya forget I can be invisible. I could be sitting here being an Invisible Pink Unicorn un ya'd never know it.”

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 “You heard that too.”


“You haven't said a word to me all week.”

“What is there to say? Ya did what ya did, ya can no undo it.”

“I don't like us not talking.”

“We is talking now.”

“You won't sleep with me.”

“No. I will not.”


“Ya know why.”

“I don't like sleeping alone.”

“Then sleep with GhoulSpawn.”

“I want to sleep with you.”

“Quaraun I only staying with two of ya right now, because we is stuck in this place un only way we getting back is iffy we go back together. The portal what brought us here together, when we find a portal out of here we hae to go back together. Other wise I would hae already left un not come back.”

“When we get back to out own time, are you gonna leave?”

“I might.”

Quaraun stared at Unicorn, not knowing what else to say. This he had not expected. He expected the anger, but the thought that Unicorn may leave, that never crossed his mind. Panic filled his heart at the thought of losing Unicorn. After several minutes of long silence passed, Quaraun moved closer to Unicorn and sat down beside him.

“Can we sleep together again?”

“Does ya wants to sleep with me?”



“I miss you in bed with me.”

“I is dead thing. Him alive.”

 Unicorn pointed to GhoulSpawn.

“I'm not in love with him. I'm in love with you.”

“Ya was acting in love with him the other the day when ya told him ya loved him, while him was ramming himself inside of ya over un over again, cumming in ya while ya was cumming on him.”

“How much did you see?”

“I saw the whole thing. I heard the whole thing, the conversation before un howling during. I followed ya when ya left.”

“Why didn't you try to stop us?”

“Ya has been lusting after him for couple years now. It first time I ever saw two of ya alone together. I wanted to see how far ya'd go with him giving the chance. And I was too upset about what ya said, about ya regretting bonding with me. It hurt to hear ya say that. That hurt me more then what ya did with GhoulSpawn after ya said it.”

Quaraun looked away from Unicorn and stared blindly into the flames. He felt so terribly ashamed.

“I was very upset.”

“I know ya were.”

“You were drunk.”

“I know. I drove ya to him. I know part of this is me own fault. But it does no escuse what ya did.”

“Can we ever move passed this?”

“I remember a time when ya tried to kill me. Ya tried to separate the Lich from the golem. Ya put me on an altar to sacrifice me. Kill the Lich un send BoomFuzzy's soul to damnation forever. We got past that, but not together. I need time away from ya.”

“Fire mountain.”

“It took me long to get over that. I felt less betrayed then, then I does now. And now I knows why ya put me on that altar.”

“Do you still love me?”

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 “I still loves ya. I'd of already left if I did na. That why what ya did hurts so much. If I did no love ya, it would no hurt.”

“You haven’t touched me since we... I... since...”

“No. I has not.”


“Does ya need to ask? Ya not that stupid, Quaraun.”

“I want to have sex with you.”

Unicorn looked up at Quaraun again, then looked passed him to GhoulSpawn.

“Ya has him for sex now. Him hae real body. I just bones covered by a very realistic illusion.” Unicorn transformed back into the Lich's skeleton form.

“I want you.”

“Ya wanted him the other day.”

“I want you now.”

“So what does ya plan to do, hae me today un him tomorrow. Take turns with us. I does no like that, Quaraun.”

“It's what you did with me and Gibedon. And you did that from me.”

“I know it is. I hurt ya both, I is fully aware I did. I regret it. And look where that got us. I is undead un ya be carrying around Gibedon's head, while ya gets ya ass fucked by a Half assed Sun Elf.”

“I resent that,” GhoulSpawn said.

“Shut up, GhoulSpawn, before I eats ya.”

The Lich turned back into Unicorn again.

“I want to go back to the way things were.”

“We can'na go back Quaraun, I has images of his cum drooling out ya ass, stuck in me head now.”

“I'm sor...”


 Unicorn lept up and walloped Quaraun in the side of the head, knocking him off the log he was sitting on and to the ground. GhoulSpawn stood up, not sure what to do. Part of him was ready to run before the Phooka attacked him as well and part of him was ready to protect the fallen Necromancer from the undead thing that was suddenly turning on him. Quaraun lay on the ground, holding his hand over his mouth. Unicorn stood over him, reached down, grabbing his shoulders and started shaking him violently, then began punching him over and over again.


Unicorn let go of the frightened Elf and kicked him in the stomach, then stamped on his chest as hard as he could, which being an undead Lich was very hard. Quaraun let out a sharp cry of pain, and the accompanying dull snap told him Unicorn had cracked some of his ribs.

No one said anything after that.

Unicorn went back to sitting before the fire.

GhoulSpawn sat back down on the other side of the camp, clutching his sword and staring terrified at Unicorn, breathing heavily and waiting for the Phooka on pounce on him next.

Quaraun remained on the ground in the spot where he had fallen. Blood ran from his mouth and down his chin and a searing pain shot through his chest.

An hour or more had passed, before Quaraun slowly and gingerly got up and sat down beside Unicorn again.

“I love you,” Quaraun said, fighting back the tears. His face throbbed, his head pounded, and the tightening pain in his chest made it hard for him to breath.

“I just gave ya a black eye un broke ya ribs.”

“I know.”

Quaraun's voice was weak. It hurt to talk now. It hurt to breath.

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 “I is likely to punch ya again.”

“I know.”

Quaraun cringed at the thought of being hit again.

“Ya gonna sit here anyways?”



“I love you and I am sorry.”

Unicorn turned to hit him again, and Quaraun cringed and closed his eyes. Unicorn saw how scared Quaraun was and that Quaraun was going to sit there and take Unicorn beating him, rather then run away. Unicorn sat back down without hitting the Elf.

GhoulSpawn watched the frightened Elf as he trembled waiting for the Phooka to beat him again.

“Unicorn he loves you,” GhoulSpawn said.

“I is not questioning that.”

“He is sorry, Unicorn.”

“He'll do it again. It way him is. Him think if him say him sorry, it make up for everything. That not being sorry. Him do not know sorry.”

“I don't know either one of you really well,” GhoulSpawn said. “But I know Quaraun is a very proud Elf and you've got him groveling at your feet absolutely stripped of every last shred of dignity he had. I'd say he's feeling pretty sorry.”

“I ought to kills both of ya.”

“I'm sorry I killed Gibedon,” Quaraun whimpered.

“Stop telling me ya be sorry.”

“Please forgive me.”


“I don't want you mad at me.”

“Ya do no want me mad? Ya selfish 'git. Yis only thinking about ya own feelings. That not ya being sorry.”

 Quaraun continued pleading with the angry Lich and Unicorn continued to brush him off in between outbursts of violence and threats of violence. GhoulSpawn stared up at the night sky and wondered what portals were and why they kept opening up over his head and transporting him to land in whatever place the pink Necromancer and his Lich lover were. He also wondered if this place was safe from the blood thirsty flying ink goldfish that often got spit out of portals to torment him. He wondered when the spell he had put on Quaraun and Unicorn would wear off so that they would stop fighting. He shuddered to think that the spell should have only lasted a day or two and they had now been fight for several weeks and perhaps that meant the spell had worn off and they really were fighting now.

GhoulSpawn had cast this spell hundreds of times, it had always worked before. It was a simply spell for someone like him. Most wizards could not cast it, he doubted if either Quaraun or Unicorn had the ability to. It required certain physical attributes on the part of the spell caster, that he knew neither of them had. In much the same was a Cupid spell draws two people together, the Chaos spell drove two people apart. The spell should have worn off after a few hours, allowing the couple to kiss and make up, but, weeks had now passed and Quaraun and Unicorn were still fighting. This meant that either their relationship was already rocky or something had gone wrong with the spell, perhaps due to Unicorn's being undead and thus spells affecting him differently. In either case, GhoulSpawn was beginning to regret having cast the spell on them.

The more Quaraun and Unicorn argued, the more GhoulSpawn let his mind drift. He tried to think of his Sun Elf family, but he knew they were probably happy he was gone. He was only a half-Elf after all. The Sun Elves were as bad as the Moon Elves when it came to purity. He thought about the Chaos Demons that had raised him and wondered if he'd ever see them again.

GhoulSpawn was suddenly brought back out of his own thoughts. GhoulSpawn had been half listening to their argument trying to find something else to think about other then their fight, pink goldfish, and portals, when Quaraun let out a sharp surprised cry of pain followed by a long drawn out moaning whimper, that brought GhoulSpawn back to the attention of their conversation.

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 “Gawrrrh! Oww! Ow. Nnmmm.”

What he saw, horrified him.

Both Unicorn and Quaraun were now standing up.

Quaraun was standing very still, too still, and looking very pale and very ill. It appeared that Unicorn was holding him up. His side was soaked in blood, so was the ground, and the log he'd been sitting on, and the stones on the ground around the campfire. More blood was spattered on Unicorn's face.

Unicorn let go of the Elf. Quaraun slumped down to the ground, landing on his knees, trying to hold himself up with one hand, while clutching his other hand to the gushing wound in his side. Unicorn was holding the black, ruby encrusted obsidian dagger in his hand. Both his hand and the dagger dripped red with the Elf's blood.

“What did you do?” GhoulSpawn asked, knowing full well what had happened but not believing it and now wishing more then ever, that he had not cast that spell.

Unicorn glared at him, still clutching the dagger in his hand, the Lich's eyes were glowing like blue lightening, and GhoulSpawn backed away petrified that he was next.

Quaraun weakly dragged himself away from the angry Lich, stopping when he reached a nearby oak tree. The wounded Elf lay huddled on the ground beneath the tree, as blood continued to flow freely from his body, his body shook uncontrollably from a combination of fear, pain, and blood loss. He struggled to breath. GhoulSpawn knelt beside him.

“Help him,” the half-Elf said to Unicorn.

“He has ya to help him now.”

“I don't know what to do.”

“Figure it out.”

 Unicorn tossed the dagger on the ground in front of Quaraun, then went back to sitting in front of the camp fire staring at it and ignoring the two Elves. Unicorn was not worried about Quaraun's condition. He knew he had not hit any vital organs and that Quaraun was fully able to heal himself. What he did not know was that when he had stabbed the Elf, he let go of the shield he'd put up blocking his emotions, opening the soul bound between them back up and sending a massive backlash of emotions into the poor Elf – a shock that he was not ready for. For the first time in weeks, Quaraun was actually feeling just exactly how hurt and betrayed Unicorn really felt, and that hurt his fragile mind far more then the wound had hurt his body.

“I don't know what to do,” GhoulSpawn repeated, this time talking to Quaraun.

“Don't do anything,” Quaraun answered weakly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You're hurt.”

“I know.”

“Quaraun, you're hurt really bad.”

“I know.”

“You need help.”

“I need to rest.”

“You need a healer.”

“I'll be alright, GhoulSpawn. I'm an Elf. I'll heal.”


“Please,” Quaraun placed his bloody hand over GhoulSpawn's. “I'll be alright. I just need time to heal... and think. I think he's hurting worse then I thought he was. He's been hurting a while. He's been overlooking me hurting him a lot. Just let me rest.”

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 GhoulSpawn did not understand an Elf's ability to heal themself. GhoulSpawn was only a half-Elf and lacked many abilities pure blooded Eves had, the ability to go into a trance-like state, shutting his body down while drawing on the Earth's energy to heal himself, being one of those things. What he could understand was that Quaraun was losing a lot of blood and Unicorn would normally have been fussing over the sick Elf and now he was ignoring him.

“Unicorn, he's gonna bleed to death.”

“I do no seem to care.” Unicorn did care, but he did not want to talk to GhoulSpawn. Unicorn had also seen Quaraun hurt far worse then he was now and heal himself in only a few days. The wound Quaraun had now, he could easily heal in only a few hours and so Unicorn thought nothing of it.

“You're having trouble controlling your anger, Unicorn, you know that?” GhoulSpawn stated.

“Oh, I wonder why that could be?”

“He's hurt, Unicorn. He's hurt really bad.”

Unicorn had not meant to hurt Quaraun. GhoulSpawn was right, controlling his temper was becoming a problem. Unicorn looked past GhoulSpawn to Quaraun. The Moon Elf lay on the ground, covered in blood and panting. Unicorn could feel the pain radiating through the Elf's side. He could feel the crushing pain in his lungs as the broken ribs pressed against them. Quaraun was suffering right now and Unicorn knew it. The soul bond between them was sending the Elf's pain back into his mate. He knew too that the Elf's ribs were broken and crushing his lungs and that that was more of problem for Quaraun right now, then the gushing wound in his belly. The Elf was struggling to breath, his breathing now erratic, with his breaths short, quick and gasping.

Quaraun trembled uncontrollably. The combination of not being able to breath with the large amount of blood lost had reduced his body temperature and in spite of it being a warm summer night, the Elf was now shivering from the dangerously cold drop of his body temperature. Unicorn had been a front line soldier most of his life. He knew the dangers of Quaraun's going into shock. A wounded Elf could heal itself, but not if it went into shock and lost control of it's will power. Unicorn did not want to see Quaraun hurt. Though angry at him, Unicorn still deeply loved Quaraun and was not able to watch the Elf suffer.

Unicorn got up and went to Quaraun, wrapping his thick black fur cloak around the Elf.

“Ya really do not know how to take care of him do ya?”

“I'm not a healer,” GhoulSpawn said.

“Nor am I. I could not help him when him were shot by the Humans, ya knows that.”

“You're the one who loves him. Love finds a way.”

“Ya been listening to him too much, ya starting to talk like him.”

“But you do love him. It's why you're so angry right now.”

“Does ya love him?”

 “No! I'm afraid love is not something I... I don't,” GhoulSpawn didn't know how to say it without telling them what he was. “I can't love. I'll never love anyone. I'm not capable of it.”

“Ya has no emotions?”

“Have you seen me have emotions?”

“Ya has fear.”

“Fear is not emotion. It's nothing but primal instinct. You fight or you run. You fight. Me and Quaraun, we both run. Either way is just preserving your own life. No emotion in that.”

“Ah, ya inherited that much from ya Elf kin, eh?”

“Elves have emotions, they just repress them, believing they get in the way of logic.”


“I don't repress my emotions, Unicorn. I have none to repress.”

“I does no believe that. Everything feels something.”

“I feel nothing. I feel no guilt or shame in what I did to Quaraun. I feel no remorse or regret and if the situation presented itself again, I would likely take advantage of Quaraun again and feel nothing then either.”

“It not possible to not feel.”

“It is. I know. I do it every day. You two love each other. I can see that. You love him. He loves you. I'll never love anyone. I'll never know what love feels like. I think it is why I have so many lovers, so many wives, why I've spent so much of my life breaking up couples like the two of you. I want to know what it feels like to love.”

“Ya break up couples?”

“Bad habit.”

“What ya did here, ya done before? To others?”

“It's all I do. All the time.”


“I don't know. I can't stand seeing couples happy, seeing the love they have and knowing I'll never know what that feels like.”

“That jealousy.”

“Perhaps it is.”