AK: okay, here's a more detailed idea of this story.

Dark Link (Dark) has become a vampire, and he is organizing an army of vampires that wish to take out Ganon and his minions. Complications rise as Dark tries to keep his Demon Bashers in line, and stopping them from sucking dry the first living creature they see. But, how can he, when his own thirst is so extreme?

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He'd had just about all he could take from Ganon.

Dark snarled and lashed out at the tree again with his sword, leaving a satisfying slash across its trunk. His blood red eyes, like two twin rubies, narrowed in anger, and he tried to supress the fury that lanced through his veins like frozen acid. Curling his lip in disgust, he revealed fangs. . . . dagger like teeth that clamped open and closed in anticipation, desperate for a chance to release all his agony, rage, and depression into one harsh strike that would, no doubt, sooth him and allow him to think straight and decide what he was going to do about this unfortunate fate that had befallen him.

Dark knew he was not the only one with this issue, because more and more of them had been appearing. And it was Ganon's fault, because he had released them, hoping to draw more minions to his army by allowing them to claim the divine mortality that his new warriors did not posess any longer. Ganon called them Mortal Bashers, and his most loyal soldier was none other than the one that had decieved Dark, and claimed his mortality.

Sata.

How it hurt to say her name. He could still remember her elegant, flowing hair, like a golden river, and her pure freezing eyes, like Lake Hylia froze over in winter. She had promised him that she loved him, and that her love was true and unconditional. That she found something in him, something that spoke to her through his crimson eyes, not his mouth.

I hate you, Sata. You're worse than Ganon, you demon. I hope you end up in hell. . . if vampires go to hell.

Groaning, Dark sent a cruel punch to tree, succeeding in knocking it clear off its trunk and making it land with a shuddering crash.

If you want a fight Ganon, I'll give you a war. Demon Bashers vs. Mortal Bashers. Only time will tell. Once Ganon cripples and dies, or is assassinated, (I hope he gets assassinated), he won't be around like the rest of us immortal vampires. This grudge won't life easily. This is only the beginning of hell. For the rest of eternity.

And somehow, these thoughts brought a certain dark pleasure to Dark, knowing he could continue to destroy Ganon, even after his death.

I wish I could kill him as many times as I have to resist the urge to not immortalize another person.

A malicious grin spread across Dark's handsome face, and even though he was as white as snow, a small step lower on the pigment scale from his former skin complexion, he still held a certain charm that women could not resist.

Just wait Ganon. I have everything to make sure you go down and don't get up.