Ch. 3: Secrets

Mel: *sighs heavily*

Dark: oh come on...it's not ALL bad. Mine is finished!

Mel: *growls at Dark* whatever. Still having major writer's block, but squeezed out a little more than last time. I even went so far in my anger as writing the end:

"You are mine now, and you will do what I want." and he proceeded to drag her to his bed and rape her. When he was done, he killed her. Then the man, Ganondorf, announced his rebirth and killed Link. He then took over Hyrule and never released Vaati from his monster form. The end.

Mel: *that's* how pissed off I was. I didn't feel like writing it again. But, I forced myself to, and now I'm better. Kay, smiles all around!

Dark: *rolls eyes* just get on with the story. Melanie doesn't own anything having to do with the Zelda characters or setting. She owns Haydee. Or do I... Heh..heh heh.

Again with the waking. This time however, instead of in a cell, Haydee awoke to a deep red above her head. She sat up slowly, not wanting to recall what had happened the night earlier.

But when she did, she shuddered and drew her knees to her chest, scooting against the wall for protection.

Haydee looked around, wondering where she was this time. In the place of bare walls and bars, her eyes reflected flames hovering on the walls–by themselves. She gasped, eyes raking over the rest of the chamber. It was mostly bare, save for a large bureau and an even larger mirror in the corner.

"How..." Haydee whispered. Only the richest of Hyrule had furniture that nice, and unless he stole it, that man was rich. Haydee stood, slipping silently from the silky covers, and stepped up to the mirror.

Haydee immediately made a face. *I look awful...* she thought. Her fiery hair was disheveled and the tie was caught in a tangled lock of hair. Haydee wrenched it out, wincing at the sharp tug of pain. She then scraped at her hair with her fingers, trying to make it at least half presentable. Putting it back in its tie, Haydee ran her fingers across the smooth surface of the bureau.

"Oh wow..." Haydee kept her voice quiet; it was so silent in the room that she didn't want to disrupt anything. "This is amazing... I never even dreamed I'd see this much..." she trailed off, not knowing how to finish her thought.

"Wealth?" a voice behind her murmured, low and distinctly male.

Haydee's gaze flew to the mirror, at the reflection in it. Her eyes first caught her own frightened face: wide eyes, pale skin, flushed cheeks. But then she saw who spoke. It was the same man who came to her the day before, his red hair even brighter than Haydee's own. She spun around, her hip bumping the corner of the bureau.

Haydee's eyes instinctively closed in slight pain and when she opened them, the man was beside her. "Careful," he said gruffly, "That table is more expensive than I am willing to replace."

Haydee looked swiftly up at him, angered by his comment. "I don't know who you think you are, but I'm sure that you've stolen this piece of furniture. So I'm willing to bet that you ca–"

"I wouldn't finish that if I were you. It would not do you kind to irritate me, girl. I am the Dark Lord Ganondorf; you may call me 'master' or 'lord' as you please. You are now my slave; you will do as I wish, when I wish for it." Ganondorf said, looking–almost glaring–down at Haydee.

A look of outrage crossed Haydee's features "You cannot keep me here, mister!"

Ganondorf's jaw tightened and he forced out, "I can and I am. Do not address me as such again, miss Haydee."

"How do you know my name?" Haydee backed up a few steps, but ran into the edge of the bureau.

"You will learn. Now come, you must be hungry." Haydee started to reply, but Ganondorf just grabbed her wrist–the one without the blackening–and dragged her out of the room.

Ganondorf took Haydee down several flights of stairs and through long hallways until they came to what appeared to be a kitchen. As they stepped through the doors, Haydee saw the same form that was with Ganondorf in the cell. It was what looked like a giant bat; a single black ball surrounded on either side with several dark wings. In the centre of that ball was a blood red eye. On the top of the head–if you could call it that–were two black horns. Haydee was so taken aback by the sight that she backed into the broad chest of Ganondorf. He simply stepped around her and snapped his fingers at the demon.

"Get our new companion something to eat, hm? And while you are at it, get me a drink; I need one." Ganondorf sat down at a bar stool, resting his forearms on the long counter.

Haydee just stood looking at Ganondorf, then turned her attention on the eye demon. She watched as the emotion in it went from surprise at her, then anger at Ganondorf, and finally frustration in something Haydee wasn't sure of. It seemed to be having some sort of conversation, maybe with Ganondorf again.

"I do not know how, dumbass," Ganondorf's harsh tone cut into Haydee's thinking, "I am sure you will figure out a way."

Then, without warning, the door to the cooler shot open and a mug of cold ale flew across the room at Ganondorf. But just before it hit him, Ganondorf put out his hand and caught the mug, standing simultaneously. "Do not try that shit again, Vaati. I will be right outside this room, so do not try anything. Got it? You two will be close, so you might as well get to know each other now."

As Ganondorf left, Haydee turned to the demon. "Um..." She stumbled over her words, not sure how to address the thing. "I'm, um, I'm Haydee... Just, call me Haydee I guess." Haydee held out her hand, but then realised the demon had none to shake hers with and withdrew. "Your uh... What's your name?"

There was no response, and Haydee wasn't sure if it was the thing being rude or if it couldn't talk. Haydee guessed it was because the demon couldn't talk due to the lack of communication between it and Ganondorf.

A silence ensued after Haydee introduced herself; she didn't know what else to say to it. But there was no need to, because her stomach growled right then. Embarrassed and blushing, Haydee scuttled over to the pantry and reached up to open a cabinet. As soon as her fingers touched the handle, something foreign invaded her mind.

Barely containing a yelp, Haydee could do nothing as she once again collapsed, this time aware of everything around her as a smooth voice spoke.

I cannot speak to you directly; only communicate telepathically. You'll get used to my mind touching yours, I promise. I am Vaati, the Wind Mage, and I'm enslaved to work for this jerk Ganondorf. So are you, I'm guessing, and I can only assume what he wants you for. The voice, Vaati, chuckled darkly and Haydee shuddered inwardly, slowly regaining her motor skills. There are a few things you should know about Ganondorf: he has few secrets, but the ones he has are kept as secret as could be. He has no remorse for your feelings, and he's not afraid to hurt you. I however, will not harm you as long as you stay out of my way.

"But- but you're a demon..." Haydee rasped, sitting up against the wall.

A force squeezed at her mind and Haydee could practically feel the anger emanating from Vaati. I am no demon, and don't piss me off.

Taking a shallow breath, Haydee nodded quickly. As Vaati left her mind, he hissed the same words Ganondorf had said to her: You will learn.

Once Haydee was alone in her thoughts, she got this feeling that she shouldn't tell Ganondorf that her and Vaati had spoken. It must remain a secret... she thought quietly in the recesses of her mind.