Moon hangs around
A blade over my head
Reminds me what to do before I'm dead
Night consumes light
And all I dread
Reminds me what to do before I'm dead
Before I'm Dead-- Kidney Thieves.
"What a pretty child." She murmured, her long fingers trailing across the child's face. The little girl whimpered as she stooped down to cup the smooth skin of her face. "Do not worry. I do not bite."
"Where's. . . Where's my mummy?" She sniffled, the blonde curls getting in her face.
"Mummy had to make some errands, I am afraid." She smiled as the little girl's eyes wandered to her home. "She is in there, did you know that?" The little girl shook her head and turned back to her. "Mummy had to accompany me to dinner. Now I am full, but you know what you could do to get your mummy back?"
"W-what?"
Her smile widened. "You can help me with something. Will you help me, and I will get you to your mummy?"
"Please. . . She said she loves daddy and that I am the best." She sniffled again, clutching the rag doll closer to her dress. "I love my mummy, you know."
"I know." She whispered, cupping her cheeks and letting her fingers linger on the smooth neck of the child. "So soft.."
"My mummy?" The little girl snapped.
"Oh, right." She frowned at the child's sudden rage and leaned in to kiss her forehead. "You need to feed me."
"Huh?" She looked up at her and frowned.
She laughed at the little girl. "I said, you need to feed me. Simple as that, isn't it, my lady?"
"I understand, but. . how?"
She touched her cheek again and replied, "Let me show you."
The little girl's cries hungered the lady's lips more as they wrapped around the small of her neck, her fangs easing themselves into her flesh and letting the blood drip down. She groaned to herself as the stiffen body of the little girl relaxed under her strong hold, the blood dripping from her pale lips. The little girl fell limp to the ground.
"Yummy." She laughed, her tongue sliding out to wipe off the blood. "Now," She tapped her foot against the girl's doll. ", I am full."
She hadn't intended on staying there more than a few minutes, but seeing how the little girl did not seem to want to stay with her mother, she had agreed to take her with her.
"The sun will rise soon." She muttered as the little girl started to hum softly. "Would you care to see the sun rise, Merola?"
Her blonde head shot up quickly at the mention of her name. She smiled. "Merola is what my mummy use to call me."
"Aye." She ran her fingers through her dark hair. "The sun is not good for our complexions, is it?"
"No master." Merola looked up again and suddenly waved her doll in the air. "Say hello to Legolas."
Slowly the large door cracked open and slowly a small figured dressed in ragged clothes stepped inside. A child no older than 9 years of age holding a tattered rag doll in her thin arms. Careful as not to grab any unwanted attention, she pressed her back against the wall and slipped along it to get further inside.
Once inside the warmth of the place filled her body and it lessened the red color of her cheeks and nose. She was shivering still from the cold. Her long blond curls hung around her face like a dirty halo, a thin twig twisted around a thick strand. All she wanted was something to eat and a glass of warm milk.
Of course he had noticed her from when she entered the small pub. It wasn't normal, even for the Elves, to see a young child walking into a pub looking like a rag child from a peasant farm. He smiled as she pulled herself through a large group and scooted on a bench besides his table.
"What can I get ya', my fair lady?" A man asked her when she removed her cloak.
She looked up at him and tilted her head, her blonde curls falling to her side. "I am waiting for my mummy."
The man nodded and hurried off to another table. But this still made him ponder. A woman and her daughter in a pub full of men? Honestly, did they not have better things to do than bring their children into places with alcohol and--
"Legolas?" He tore his gaze away from the cloaked figure sliding besides the girl. "Are you feeling well?"
He smiled and took a sip from his mug. "Just a bit dazed."
"From all this new beer taste on his tongue!" Gimli chimed, slamming his mug against the table. "And let me tell you something, Master Elf. This here wine is better tasting than the beer you Elves drink!"
Legolas smirked and glanced at Aragorn. "You've clearly had too much to drink, Gimli."
"Nonsense," He huffed, going into a fit of muttering and scolding. But Legolas' mind was else where.
"There will be plenty of food tonight, my love." She whispered, taking hold of the girl's cold hands. "Damn child, you are as cold as the winter's night. It is near spring!"
The girl nodded her head and shot her green eyes over to the three strangers. "They keep glancing our way master. What do you suppose they want?"
"Some females," Her voice fell as her eyes moved along the fine posture of the Elf. "I've never met an Elf before. Hmm. . ." She suddenly felt mysteriously hungry. Never was this hunger provoked before. She licked her lips. "Did you choose who you wanted to feast on?"
Merola nodded her head furiously, a grin flickering on her face. "I want that meaty one way over there besides that Elf."
"Shh," She said quietly, her hands gripping the smaller ones. "Elves have good hearing, my child. Keep your voice in a whisper."
She frowned. "Who do you want to feast on, master?"
The woman threw back her head and laughed. "I will feast on whomever comes my way, delicious one."
The girl did not seem pleased with her master's answer, but simply nodded and took a sip of wine. Her large, green eyes kept wandering over to the plump Dwarf, his bubbly face and his hearty laughter. She groaned, looking up at her master.
"No!" She said pointedly, her eyes drifting over to the three strangers. "You must wait until our friends are drunken enough to chow."
"But he already is drunk!" The girl growled. "Please, master, please!"
She gasped, grabbing hold of the girl's skinny arms. "Look, Merola! The Elf had excused himself from his friends. Aye, I must go corner him helplessly." She went to leave but suddenly stopped and turned to the girl. "You stay here!"
With a pout from the child, she slid herself from the bench and drew her cloak hood over her head. With a flick of her tongue, she past by the stranger's table and with one glance back, she made her way to the back rooms where the Elf had vanished.
Hmm, she hummed thoughtfully, the soft scent of Elf tickling her nose. I wonder, wonder where this Elf could be.. She opened a door leading to a hall way and walked down it. High above the clouds, or hidden beneath a tree.. She drew her hood further down her face and peered from the shadows. She grinned at the door standing in front of her. Well, hungry hungry hum dee..
With a quick swing of the door, she entered the cold night air. And there he stood, but a little feet away, his head held high and staring up at the sky. The woman smiled. She and the girl had a long while before the sun rises, and plenty of time to chow on their prey. And oh was she hungry for this Elf.
"Beautiful night, is it not?" Her voice was slow, deadly. "The moon is high, the way it should be."
He turned to the mysterious cloaked woman beside him and smiled. "Do you not like the day, my lady?"
"Nay," She shook her head, her dark hair falling from the hood. "Nor do I like much of anything, my Lord. . ."
She saw from the corner's of her eyes as his long fingers ran themselves through his blonde strands, the moon flickering against their silvery glow. She smiled suddenly, the long front of her teeth hanging over her bottom lip. Now was her chance.
"It feels quite odd though," His voice caused her to snap back and hide her face. "To be under something you cannot touch."
"Indeed." She breathed, her eyes large. Bloody Elf! Will he just cooperate! "Indeed, master Elf."
He turned to the woman and touched her arm, feeling the warmth of her cloak. "Do not address me in such a way, when you do not know me."
"If you spoke your name, then perhaps." She clenched her fists at the Elf. He had her so wrapped up in conversation that she had almost forgotten why she came out here. "Heru en amin. . . You are so tense. (My Lord)" She clapped her hand over the bands around his wrist.
He watched her for a moment, an odd feeling churning in the pits of his stomach. Why were her lips so familiar? Why was her voice so soft as an Elf's? And how on Earth could she know such Elvish?
"My lady," He said, his voice high. "I did not know you could speak Elvish so well."
Her dark eyes narrowed and she heaved her shoulders high. "I know a few words, yes." It was the truth; She had somehow developed a few Elven phrases, though she could not imagine how. I must hurry if I want myself supper! However, just realizing that his hand was still lingering on her arm and making its way up, she froze.
He did not know why he was doing such a thing, but his hands seemed to have themselves in control. Smiling just the slightest, his hand turned over and slid under her hood. It quickly found itself against her cool cheek. He staggered a little at just how cold it was, but kept it there as she leaned in. He smiled.
She groaned. This Elf! She could feel her knees buckling already. She was so hungry. And if she did not take a taste from this Elf's blood now, she did not know what she would possibly do. It was at least hours before sunrise. Maybe just lingering here a little while longer. . .
"Legolas!" A rough voice boomed.
They drew back from each other and separated. The doors burst open and his other two companions appeared, Merola hanging by the man's arms. Her eyes wandered to her face. Her teeth! Jumping aside in surprise, her hood slid from her face and all eyes turned on her. Her eyes widened as the Elf let out a startling cry.
"Melamin!" He cried, his hands clapping against his mouth. "Melamin!"
The child hissed and wiggled free from the man's grip, running over to her master and clutching her side. She started humming away quickly, her head hanging over her chest and peering at the strangers.
"Legolas is the name of my dolly." She giggled, the blood on her fangs falling against the ragged doll.
"Merola, shut your mouth." She hissed, shoving the girl back.
"These are vampires!" The Dwarf grumbled, his fingers rubbing his neck. He drew back his bloody fingers and grimaced. "The wretch tried to suck out my blood! Humph!"
"We are no such things. . ." She attempted, but the man waved her off.
"We have been looking for you, my lady, for awhile." His voice wasn't friendly. It was threatening.
"Well you've found me, I dare say." Her eyes glanced at the disrupted Elf, his hand still laying against his face in shock. "What. . . may you ask of me? Please, make it quick, for the child and I must head back to our home." The sun was beginning to rise. So soon!
The man smiled, wickedly though she did not like it. And his last words startled herself more than the child, and he said "You both will burn from whence you came. You will be evil no more."
A blade over my head
Reminds me what to do before I'm dead
Night consumes light
And all I dread
Reminds me what to do before I'm dead
Before I'm Dead-- Kidney Thieves.
"What a pretty child." She murmured, her long fingers trailing across the child's face. The little girl whimpered as she stooped down to cup the smooth skin of her face. "Do not worry. I do not bite."
"Where's. . . Where's my mummy?" She sniffled, the blonde curls getting in her face.
"Mummy had to make some errands, I am afraid." She smiled as the little girl's eyes wandered to her home. "She is in there, did you know that?" The little girl shook her head and turned back to her. "Mummy had to accompany me to dinner. Now I am full, but you know what you could do to get your mummy back?"
"W-what?"
Her smile widened. "You can help me with something. Will you help me, and I will get you to your mummy?"
"Please. . . She said she loves daddy and that I am the best." She sniffled again, clutching the rag doll closer to her dress. "I love my mummy, you know."
"I know." She whispered, cupping her cheeks and letting her fingers linger on the smooth neck of the child. "So soft.."
"My mummy?" The little girl snapped.
"Oh, right." She frowned at the child's sudden rage and leaned in to kiss her forehead. "You need to feed me."
"Huh?" She looked up at her and frowned.
She laughed at the little girl. "I said, you need to feed me. Simple as that, isn't it, my lady?"
"I understand, but. . how?"
She touched her cheek again and replied, "Let me show you."
The little girl's cries hungered the lady's lips more as they wrapped around the small of her neck, her fangs easing themselves into her flesh and letting the blood drip down. She groaned to herself as the stiffen body of the little girl relaxed under her strong hold, the blood dripping from her pale lips. The little girl fell limp to the ground.
"Yummy." She laughed, her tongue sliding out to wipe off the blood. "Now," She tapped her foot against the girl's doll. ", I am full."
She hadn't intended on staying there more than a few minutes, but seeing how the little girl did not seem to want to stay with her mother, she had agreed to take her with her.
"The sun will rise soon." She muttered as the little girl started to hum softly. "Would you care to see the sun rise, Merola?"
Her blonde head shot up quickly at the mention of her name. She smiled. "Merola is what my mummy use to call me."
"Aye." She ran her fingers through her dark hair. "The sun is not good for our complexions, is it?"
"No master." Merola looked up again and suddenly waved her doll in the air. "Say hello to Legolas."
Slowly the large door cracked open and slowly a small figured dressed in ragged clothes stepped inside. A child no older than 9 years of age holding a tattered rag doll in her thin arms. Careful as not to grab any unwanted attention, she pressed her back against the wall and slipped along it to get further inside.
Once inside the warmth of the place filled her body and it lessened the red color of her cheeks and nose. She was shivering still from the cold. Her long blond curls hung around her face like a dirty halo, a thin twig twisted around a thick strand. All she wanted was something to eat and a glass of warm milk.
Of course he had noticed her from when she entered the small pub. It wasn't normal, even for the Elves, to see a young child walking into a pub looking like a rag child from a peasant farm. He smiled as she pulled herself through a large group and scooted on a bench besides his table.
"What can I get ya', my fair lady?" A man asked her when she removed her cloak.
She looked up at him and tilted her head, her blonde curls falling to her side. "I am waiting for my mummy."
The man nodded and hurried off to another table. But this still made him ponder. A woman and her daughter in a pub full of men? Honestly, did they not have better things to do than bring their children into places with alcohol and--
"Legolas?" He tore his gaze away from the cloaked figure sliding besides the girl. "Are you feeling well?"
He smiled and took a sip from his mug. "Just a bit dazed."
"From all this new beer taste on his tongue!" Gimli chimed, slamming his mug against the table. "And let me tell you something, Master Elf. This here wine is better tasting than the beer you Elves drink!"
Legolas smirked and glanced at Aragorn. "You've clearly had too much to drink, Gimli."
"Nonsense," He huffed, going into a fit of muttering and scolding. But Legolas' mind was else where.
"There will be plenty of food tonight, my love." She whispered, taking hold of the girl's cold hands. "Damn child, you are as cold as the winter's night. It is near spring!"
The girl nodded her head and shot her green eyes over to the three strangers. "They keep glancing our way master. What do you suppose they want?"
"Some females," Her voice fell as her eyes moved along the fine posture of the Elf. "I've never met an Elf before. Hmm. . ." She suddenly felt mysteriously hungry. Never was this hunger provoked before. She licked her lips. "Did you choose who you wanted to feast on?"
Merola nodded her head furiously, a grin flickering on her face. "I want that meaty one way over there besides that Elf."
"Shh," She said quietly, her hands gripping the smaller ones. "Elves have good hearing, my child. Keep your voice in a whisper."
She frowned. "Who do you want to feast on, master?"
The woman threw back her head and laughed. "I will feast on whomever comes my way, delicious one."
The girl did not seem pleased with her master's answer, but simply nodded and took a sip of wine. Her large, green eyes kept wandering over to the plump Dwarf, his bubbly face and his hearty laughter. She groaned, looking up at her master.
"No!" She said pointedly, her eyes drifting over to the three strangers. "You must wait until our friends are drunken enough to chow."
"But he already is drunk!" The girl growled. "Please, master, please!"
She gasped, grabbing hold of the girl's skinny arms. "Look, Merola! The Elf had excused himself from his friends. Aye, I must go corner him helplessly." She went to leave but suddenly stopped and turned to the girl. "You stay here!"
With a pout from the child, she slid herself from the bench and drew her cloak hood over her head. With a flick of her tongue, she past by the stranger's table and with one glance back, she made her way to the back rooms where the Elf had vanished.
Hmm, she hummed thoughtfully, the soft scent of Elf tickling her nose. I wonder, wonder where this Elf could be.. She opened a door leading to a hall way and walked down it. High above the clouds, or hidden beneath a tree.. She drew her hood further down her face and peered from the shadows. She grinned at the door standing in front of her. Well, hungry hungry hum dee..
With a quick swing of the door, she entered the cold night air. And there he stood, but a little feet away, his head held high and staring up at the sky. The woman smiled. She and the girl had a long while before the sun rises, and plenty of time to chow on their prey. And oh was she hungry for this Elf.
"Beautiful night, is it not?" Her voice was slow, deadly. "The moon is high, the way it should be."
He turned to the mysterious cloaked woman beside him and smiled. "Do you not like the day, my lady?"
"Nay," She shook her head, her dark hair falling from the hood. "Nor do I like much of anything, my Lord. . ."
She saw from the corner's of her eyes as his long fingers ran themselves through his blonde strands, the moon flickering against their silvery glow. She smiled suddenly, the long front of her teeth hanging over her bottom lip. Now was her chance.
"It feels quite odd though," His voice caused her to snap back and hide her face. "To be under something you cannot touch."
"Indeed." She breathed, her eyes large. Bloody Elf! Will he just cooperate! "Indeed, master Elf."
He turned to the woman and touched her arm, feeling the warmth of her cloak. "Do not address me in such a way, when you do not know me."
"If you spoke your name, then perhaps." She clenched her fists at the Elf. He had her so wrapped up in conversation that she had almost forgotten why she came out here. "Heru en amin. . . You are so tense. (My Lord)" She clapped her hand over the bands around his wrist.
He watched her for a moment, an odd feeling churning in the pits of his stomach. Why were her lips so familiar? Why was her voice so soft as an Elf's? And how on Earth could she know such Elvish?
"My lady," He said, his voice high. "I did not know you could speak Elvish so well."
Her dark eyes narrowed and she heaved her shoulders high. "I know a few words, yes." It was the truth; She had somehow developed a few Elven phrases, though she could not imagine how. I must hurry if I want myself supper! However, just realizing that his hand was still lingering on her arm and making its way up, she froze.
He did not know why he was doing such a thing, but his hands seemed to have themselves in control. Smiling just the slightest, his hand turned over and slid under her hood. It quickly found itself against her cool cheek. He staggered a little at just how cold it was, but kept it there as she leaned in. He smiled.
She groaned. This Elf! She could feel her knees buckling already. She was so hungry. And if she did not take a taste from this Elf's blood now, she did not know what she would possibly do. It was at least hours before sunrise. Maybe just lingering here a little while longer. . .
"Legolas!" A rough voice boomed.
They drew back from each other and separated. The doors burst open and his other two companions appeared, Merola hanging by the man's arms. Her eyes wandered to her face. Her teeth! Jumping aside in surprise, her hood slid from her face and all eyes turned on her. Her eyes widened as the Elf let out a startling cry.
"Melamin!" He cried, his hands clapping against his mouth. "Melamin!"
The child hissed and wiggled free from the man's grip, running over to her master and clutching her side. She started humming away quickly, her head hanging over her chest and peering at the strangers.
"Legolas is the name of my dolly." She giggled, the blood on her fangs falling against the ragged doll.
"Merola, shut your mouth." She hissed, shoving the girl back.
"These are vampires!" The Dwarf grumbled, his fingers rubbing his neck. He drew back his bloody fingers and grimaced. "The wretch tried to suck out my blood! Humph!"
"We are no such things. . ." She attempted, but the man waved her off.
"We have been looking for you, my lady, for awhile." His voice wasn't friendly. It was threatening.
"Well you've found me, I dare say." Her eyes glanced at the disrupted Elf, his hand still laying against his face in shock. "What. . . may you ask of me? Please, make it quick, for the child and I must head back to our home." The sun was beginning to rise. So soon!
The man smiled, wickedly though she did not like it. And his last words startled herself more than the child, and he said "You both will burn from whence you came. You will be evil no more."