Frost never would have guessed that a whole labyrinth existed under the Graveyard.
He and Dark had fallen from the surface world in a few seconds to end up here, in an underground city basically. Frost stared, mystified, at the black flames burning intensely in a torch, the only source of light under here.
"So, what do you think?" Dark asked Frost, searching his face for a clue as to what he was thinking.
"This seems. . .comfortable. . ." Frost replied quietly, his gaze taking in the several doors that no doubt lead deeper and deeper into the grave labyrinth. He turned to Dark.
"You mentioned the Mortal Bashers before."
Dark nodded somberly, his crimson eyes reflecting several intense emotions. "I did."
"How is it you know so much about them?" Frost wondered, half to himself,
But Dark only shook his head. "I don't think I can tell you that."
"Why not?" demanded Frost. "I can't know more about the creatures that nearly beat me half to death!?"
Dark glanced at Frost's still bleeding arm. "How about we fix you up, then we'll talk," he wagered.
Frost sighed gustily, but didn't protest as Dark lead him through one of the doors. This one led to a small cavern stocked with potions and herbs. It didn't have any other doors to lead to an extra room. The earth wall had several shelves nailed up, and Frost watched as Dark took a roll of bandages, a red potion, some ointment, and a rag down. He handed Frost the red potion, and while he chugged it down in two gulps, Dark used the rag to wipe his arm clean of blood, the whole while, his eyes too bright and extremely uncomfortable and nervous. Then, he applied some ointment on the rag and rubbed the wound, then finally wrapped the bandage around his arm.
Frost flexed his arm, wincing when pain surged all the way to his elbow.
"Now, tell me about the Mortal Bashers," Frost's tone held a pleading note to it. "I need to know."
Dark sighed and said, "It may be a while, are you sure?"
Frost nodded, his white hair with black streaks grazing his face gently.
Dark took a deep breath, then released it slowly and began, "Ganon has a group of vampires he calls the Mortal Bashers. He uses them to attract victims, then threatens them to be a part of his group."
"Oh."
"His lead Mortal Basher is a female named Sata. She is the most deadly and deceiving vampire there ever was," Dark's spat, his voice coming out bitter.
"Have you met her?" Frost asked, surprised to hear so much rage in Dark's tone.
"Met her? I almost married her!!"
Frost cocked and eyebrow, a mystified look on his face. "This seems like an interesting topic," he prompted gently.
Dark exhaled sharply and continued, "Sata used me. She claimed that she loved me. But when she. . . stole my life. . . I knew I wanted nothing to do with her. So I left her, before she could end up dragging me back to Ganon, funny how I always end up being connected to him somehow, and began searching among the graveyard, here. I figured I could find a place to hide, so I could plan up something to take Ganon out. He's been ruining Hyrule for too long, and I think he's a completely retarded idiot for releasing ancient, immortal beings all over the damn country!! Anyways, I happened to stumble upon this grave, and remembering the Nocturne of Shadow I learned from. . . someone, I discovered this labrynth."
Frost nodded, surprised by Dark's tale. Then, Dark looked Frost in the eyes and said, "How about you? You got anything worth mentioning?"
Frost shrugged. "Other than I've been a vampire for a few months now, no, not really."
"Hmmmm. . ." Dark mumbled. "I wonder why the Mortal Bashers we encountered last night attacked you if you were already a vampire."
"Beats me. I guess they thought I'd be a nice punching bag."
Frost rubbed his throbbing arm gently. "They sure as hell aren't push overs."
"No, they aren't," agreed Dark grimly.
Frost sighed, stretching. "You know, I've heard of repeated cases of Mortal Bashers attacking someone. I just never really knew what the Mortal Bashers were, though. And, after tonight, I think I want to do something about them."
"Really?" Dark's eyes were glowing like twin rubies. "Because I've been feeling the same way since I truly discovered what Sata was like. I just never knew anyone who knew enough about the Mortal Bashers, or was brave enough to help me."
Frost nodded slowly. "I think I would like to assist you."
Dark grinned, his fangs gleaming in the dim light cast by the black flames.
"I accept your offer," Dark replied, holding out his extremely pale hand.
Frost shook Dark's hand and smiled, a true smile.
"You remind me of an old friend," Frost stated after a moment.
"Was he a vampire, too?" Dark wondered.
Frost's eyebrows creased. "No, he was my friend before I was a vampire."
Dark looked shocked. "You remember being human?"
Frost cocked and eyebrow and nodded. "Why? Is that a bad thing?"
"Well, I wouldn't say bad," Dark responded carefully, "just a bit unusual."
"How come?" Frost demanded, though his tone wasn't as tart as when they had first met.
"Well, most vampires can't remember much about their human lives. Only the important stuff, like a close family member or an special place they've been to, and even then, they can't really remember much. Like me. All I remember about my human life was my sister. . ." Dark's voice withered, as if he were choking. He swallowed and continued, ". . . and a brother like figure of mine. He was born immortal though, but we still had the same mother. But I can't remember her, because me and A-Ashori, my s-sister, grew up together without her."
When Dark finished, his eyes were welling with tears, and everything was blurry. He wiped them away hastily, chastising himself inwardly. He wasn't going to seem like a wimp in front of Frost.
But Frost didn't seem scornful; his pale winter eyes glittered with sympathy.
"Dark, what happened to Ashori?" Frost asked him, eyes soft.
Dark exhaled shakily.
"Ganon and the Mortal Bashers took her away. . ."
Anger spread across Frost's face. His lips tightened, and a snarling noise came from deep in his throat; his pale blue eyes darkened to sapphire pools.
"You know what Dark? We're gonna do something about those son of a bitches!!"
Frost leaped up. "We'll knock them clear to Vampire Hell!!!"
"Frost. . ." Dark muttered. "We can't. Not yet anyways. There are hundreds of them. And you admitted it yourself a few minutes ago, they're not pushovers. We'll need to recruit more on our side."
"What is our side? If they're gonna call themselves the Mortal Bashers, we'll just bash those demons outta here so we won't have to worry with a name."
Dark grinned maniacally. "I think you just named us, Frost."
"Huh?"
"You know!! Demon Bashers!!!"
Frost grinned, too. "Huh, yeah. I like that."
Dark yawned. "Well, we can't do much now but get rest. We'll head out tomorrow evening and search around Kakariko and surrounding areas for any possible recruits."
Frost nodded, stifling a yawn. He glanced around the room.
"Um, where do I sleep?"
Dark gave a weak laugh. "Oh, sorry. Here, you can have this room to the left."
Dark led Frost to the door to the very left of the main room in the labyrinth. After Frost bid Dark good night, and slunk into his new room.
Inside, there was an ancient wooden bed, with cream colored sheets. To the side was an old dresser with a broken mirror and a bone with several bristles that seemed to resemble a brush. Frost yawned again and slipped into the bed, too dazed with drowsiness to care that he was sleeping in an ancient bedroom in a labyrinth beneath a graveyard.
