Dark Battle

Disclaimer: I do not own Christine Feehan's characters or sadly the way she tells her stories. But I do own my Oc's and my way of telling a story.

Italics- Thoughts

Summary: You thought vampires were the only things to fear at night, think again.

Her fingers had brushed along an elegant bow, her mouth was set in a firm grim line. Fingers twitched as she heard a twig snap not to far from where she bent so close to the ground, one would believe she was an animal on the hunt for her prey. When in the long run she was, although she wasn't looking for something to eat. Then suddenly a gust of wind drifted by, a shove really when the wind held such force to knock a person down. But her bare toes dug into the ground, her weight only swaying her to and fro. She started to crawl rather lowly keeping close to the long blades of grass that kept her hidden. She moved ever so slowly taking only a breathe of air, then all breath taking stopped when she saw a shadowed form about ten feet away from her.

*snap, crack* Those were the sounds that came to her ears. She moved herself coming up to a kneeling position. She saw from out of one of her eyes the crunched form of an animalistic man, his body hovered of one that had fallen, blood was splattered against the ground. An arm raised up showing an arm covered in scales, and a hand that nails were three inches long. Blood coated down from the nails to his elbow, and ever so slowly she rose bringing her bow up with her, her arm drawing the string back holding the back of the arrow with the tips of her fingers.

When she spoke, her voice was filled with disgust, "Un foul one, you have descended to the darkness, and by my hand shall die tonight." The raised arm swung down across the fallen victim, more blood splattered against the grass. Within the moonlit sky this demon stood within a circle of blood now. There was a gasping sound from the victim, and a shallow lone breathe that released thereafter; the victim was now dead. The atmosphere around the demon was like seeing hell dragging itself from it's firing pits.

This one she had been tracking for a week now, he'd take his victims, gouge out their entails and hung them on trees like ornaments. It was a sick pleasure; a joke to the living. She hadn't moved nor flinched when the creature of a man turned around to glare her way, she stared into eyes that told dark stories. The pupils had expanded covering the whole of the eye, black hair that once was full and thick was now thin, a sign of baldly.

She needed to get closer, releasing the hold of the back of the arrow she allowed it to sing through the air. The monster didn't flinch when it buried into the ball of his shoulder, instead he let out an animalistic growl, sharp fangs lengthened from his mouth, saliva slowly oozing down it's teeth. It started to spat out words that didn't make any sense; this one was young, still in it's prime changed of state.

She was disgraced to having once calling this one brother. Drawing her hand back she slowly reached for another arrow, but it's senses were sharp and it took off in a charge, running on it's hands and feet like the animal it was. Perfect, was the thought that crossed her mind having drawn the arrow. She pulled the arrow back against the string, before it pounced she had let the arrow strike home right in-between it's eyes.

This didn't seem to faze him his hand coming up for a mere second snapping the butt of the arrow off. Then he sent her back against the ground, her back arched up against him from the impact her arrows had when they smashed against the ground contacting her back. It hovered there snarling when it had her against the ground it had sent her bow away from her hand rolling off a couple of feet. Black blood dripped from the wound hitting her face, black blood trailing down from her cheek to the ground against her. She didn't move, any sign of movement would cause him to react. He bent it's head down against her, it's tongue lapping down at the blood that matted her cheek.

He smelled like a dead corpse that had been laid out to rotten naturally. The tongue started making it's way against her left covered eye, the tip slipping under the cloth until it had unknotted what didn't need to be seen. All the while it's eyes were on her face, watching for that sudden reaction to stop the tasting, and going in for the bite. She hadn't blinked with an eye that reminded him what he once was, but now that he had uncovered the other he stared at an eye that was his now. It's pupil encompassing the whole of the eye, he seemed to stagger he withdrew his tongue from her face, he actually spoke a word that she understood but denied, "C..omrade."

It was that one moment, that split second he was caught off guard, that she had made her move, her left hand reached forward sharp like a blade making it's way straight into his chest. His heart was in the palm of her hand, his life was hers. Like she the moment before he hadn't moved, one sudden movement was the beginning to his end. He knew it too, because as she gave him a little squeeze to his heart, his head bending forward, biting her neck. Bad move, she squeezed the heart until it burst within her hand. He ripped his mouth from her neck a strangling noise coming forth. Her hand had released from his body as he no longer hovered over hers, he sat up grabbing at the hole in his chest. She moved quick, his heart would regenerate if she didn't do it quickly, her hands reached for both sides of his face, forcing him to look directly at her, eye to eye.

She started to speak in her native language, beginning the chant, he reached forward his nails raking down her face. He struggled to break free from her iron hold. This required close contact, and he had to look in her eyes. Beneath her hands she felt his flesh burn, as though a fire coursed through his blood. His body twisted and turned, but he could not move his face. Her eye's haunted him, he saw his past in the right, and his present within the left.

His skin started forming cracks, that branched off covering the whole of his body, then there was nothing of him, his body just combusted from the inside out. What was left was a black smog; his essence. She whispered to it, "Come to me, and house yourself within my body." Her words guided it, however slowly it came it stuck to her skin like a blanket. For that single moment she was not herself, but the thing she had killed. Her veins popped out against her skin, black like the blood that now came from her fresh wounds. Her fingers curled themselves within the palm of her hand. She kept her self control the process was quick, but it felt like forever when she absorbed the essence.

Then suddenly she was no longer the monster but herself, that sat there. Blood that was once black, now was red like any other. Her hand reached towards her face, tucking the cloth that covered her left eye back in place. Her legs were a bit shaken as she took to standing on her bare feet. She looked around finding her bow, and strapping it along her back. Her crushed arrows were not unless, she would have to go to Flint and require new ones.

During this dark battle the night had finished it's time hugging the sky. Allowing for the new sun to rise in it's place. Turning away from the fallen victim she headed off west, towards the direction she heard her name being called. "Zelda!!" Far in the distance she saw a bright glittering light in the form of a ball her little friend and only companion; Flint.

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