A/N: A random little drabble that's been floating around my head for a while. Then I listened to "You're a Wolf" by Sea Wolf, and I was inspired to scribble this down. Set post Twilight Princess.
The gypsy woman glared at me as she said,
"You're a wolf, boy, get out of this town."
A smirk curled the corner of my mouth. She didn't know how right she was. Or maybe she did. Regardless, I wouldn't be bossed around by an old woman. I turned and walked away from her without a word. I needed to get to the river before moonhigh. I was meeting my next prey there, and my next supplier a little after. I wanted to be done feasting on the former by the time the latter arrived. Not that he would really mind, I just didn't want to be caught in a compromising situation. It might lead to some easily avoidable unpleasantries later.
I arrived at the river and smiled savagely to see that my prey was there early, waiting for me. Oh, she would be delicious. My smile became feral as I thought of how she would feel under me, moaning, and of how she would scream later as I tore her soft flesh in my teeth. Mmm. There are few things more delectable then a girl who's virginity you have recently stolen. I dropped my bag and leapt up onto the riverbank.
"Link," the girl breathed, gliding towards me, placing her hands on my chest. I grinned, showing my fangs as I reached behind her and undid the ties on her thin white dress. I pushed the fabric off her shoulders, letting the gossamer material pool around her feet. Her body was beautiful. I ran my hands over her, making her gasp. Her skin was pale and flawless. She was blushing slightly under my gaze, her head turned to the side and her hair falling over her shoulders enticingly.
So perfect. So fragile. So easily wasted.
I couldn't wait to sink my teeth in.