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.

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

Question-

Why the name Zelda?

Answer-

I'd like to fill you in with something you may or may not know. Zelda is a name that originates from Griselda (Old-German) a name meaning-Dark Battle, hence the title.

For those who play Legend of Zelda games, an amazing game with many titles I had begun to wonder why they always have the Princess named Zelda . My belief is, because the character (princess) is almost always struggling within a dark battle, or just something along those lines, but that's just want I think. On a latter note the Title 'Legend of Zelda' the use of the name Zelda being used can also be referred to the meaning of the name, because that game can be dark, and quite frankly it is a battle.

Review Replies-

Bite the Darkness-it's always pleasing to see your name, I would love to get in contact with you to go over some ideas and good stuff like that, but your someone who stays anonymous and so I have no way to reach or get a hold of you. I've spent good effort and time into this chap, be looking forward to seeing your review. Also sorry I left you hanging, this chapter I know will put a smile on your face or just make you want to hunt me down and demand for the next. Haha.

Purple Lavanders-I've very happy to have another and I must say AWESOME reviewer. There's another smile for me smile jar. (takes the smile from my face, and puts it into my jar) Good thing I don't need a mouth to type, because I just took mine from my face. Alright anyways I write long review replies, so yeah…hope you enjoy this chapter, and I'm glad you thought my story was creative, I love hearing that in a review. Lastly I do try to update within a week or whenever I find the spare time, where I'm not at work nor at school, so please go on and read this chapter hope you enjoy.

Personal Note- There may be some mistakes, miss wordings, and stuff like that….it's over 3,000 words and well I've read and read, and I'll read over it again later. However I'm tired and chose to post it up to look at later, and revise. Other then that read on, readers!

-Moving. Stalling. His stare. Questions. Our Deaths. His Heart-

She was there and she was so very real. Zacarias had felt the stark possession of wanting something for himself. He felt the urge to grab her against him securing her within the hold of his arms. She was his. It was a fact, he could hear the flow of her blood pulse through her body, he could only image what she would taste like to him. His attention was grabbed by this one woman that just stood there staring at him, the mass of bodies that sprayed out around them. (Author's note-such a romantic scene no? Blood-being the color of red. Red having many meanings but like a certain holiday, Valentines Day: red means love, cherish, etc.)

She began to move then, he noted the movement, the way she seemed to walk as though she seemed to float not touching the blood stained ground. His eyes were thus attached to that dark red color of blood; the one substance that sustained his life for these countless lifetimes. She seemed to draw nearer he took notice to her patched eye, wondering why she wore the patch. Why cover the eye? Questions he needed to know. Was it injured, disfigured, he needed answers, needed to know every part of her body other then her covered eye. The feeling, burning need to claim what was his clamored down all other emotions, to speak the words that came to him, to tie this one; his one down to him.

She had seen the demonire, saw the mass of bodies that were tore, shredded, and eaten from. He was truly a feeder. A slight description of the meaning feeder was this: Feeders were those who killed and feed off from a number of people, they always wanted more and more, never stopping. They would come and go, going for the next available food source as soon as possible.

This Demonire had fully changed, the way he acted, spoke, and positioned himself by the body instead of charging towards her told her what she was up against. However she felt something try to penetrate her mind defenses, she turned to stare at a man, he seemed to be in a moment where things just seemed to stand still. His eyes devoured her, there was a dark promise he seemed to be speaking as he seemed to roam his glaze over her body. She sensed something familiar with him, and slowly came to realize he felt like the one she had met at the clothing store.

Although different in gender, he was well built, his black eyes were hard, and yet soft, as he seemed to examine everything; mostly her. She took this moment to examine him as well, he had long onyx hair tied down, flowing straight down his back. She couldn't help but notice a few loose strands. He wore plain clothing, a navy button up shirt, the sleeves were tugged up. With a loose pair of black slacks, his feet were enclosed within shoes, something Zel so distasted with hers being bare to feel the earth underneath her.

"Zel, Zel…" she heard her name being spoken she turned her glaze away from this man she knew wasn't human towards Flint who hovered there staring at her profoundly.

"Ah so it's you Zelda, come to kill me, and devour my soul?" Zelda's promoted stare went from Flint over to the Demonire, she looked to him with hatred. She started to move as she planted one foot ahead of the other. She averted her glaze from the creature/man that stared at her possessively. Just so suddenly she found her path blocked by a towering form she swore she hadn't noticed any form of movement.

The man that stood not just five steps away but ten came right in front of her in mere seconds. She stared at the chest that was in front of her, it rose and fall with slow incoming breaths. She moved her glaze up to the face that stared down at her hard. She had a strange urge to reach up and soothe the lines that etched across his face. However she kept her hands to herself. This man was getting in her way to her prey which was unacceptable, was he sane? She was prepared this time as she felt a move being made towards her, she stepped back quickly, a hand being reached out to grasp her arm, only meet the air.

She was quick she moved back right before he could get a hold of her. Interesting, she truly was something. However, he noticed her advancement towards the Vampire, his burning need to get her away from him was on the top of his list. He tried his best to reach her telepathically however her mind appeared block, not like a door being closed, where all he needed to do was jam it open, no. Her mind was intricate, he was meet with many roads that just seemed to stretch on towards the distance. Not knowing what path to take to reach some link with her. His beast roar demanding why did she ignore his call? why did she step back instead of coming toward the safely of his arms? She spoke then her voice was eerily calm, on to the point of annoyed. "Get out of my way creature." Creature? Was she speaking to him in such a tone? Her eye was on him, her lips were moving, and frankly he felt maddened by such an understatement in terms of being called creature.

This man was becoming a hindrance. From behind, Zel could see the Demonire making way for his escape, he wasn't stupid that was for sure, if she could just get past this 'man' she could make due her pursuit. He suddenly looked distracted and she knew why. She felt the small hit against her mind defenses again, he was trying to speak to her telepathically, only Flint was granted any access; the privilege to speak to her was only given to her dearest friend and companion. She didn't let this moment of distraction be left unnoticed though as she made her move towards the Demonire once again.

Not wanting the slightly distracted man coming to block her way she came towards him with speed. He just stood his eyes blinking coming to the realization that she was moving towards him as thoug he wanted just that, however, he was going to be greatly disappointed as she dipped down against the ground shooting up in the air. She touched him lightly her body coming over him her hands meet his shoulders as she used him as a base for her flip. Bare feet meeting ground she went charging towards the Demonire, not looking back to see his reaction or his choice of counter.

The Demonire sensed her he turned to dodge her oncoming tackle. But was caught off guard as she was closer then he had expected her to be she came forward her hand reached around his neck as she brought him to the ground. Straddling him, her main focus was on the air he was slowly breathing. Her free hand coming up to remove the patch to begin the chant; to begin his end. But then she felt a pair of hands touching and grabbing at her shirt shoving her away from the Demonire. Her back meet hard ground as she came to glare up at the man once again. He in turn glared down at her angrily, his hand rose as though he wanted to strike her for some misdoing. Only slowly did it come down to rest at his side, he spoke then and never had Zelda heard such a voice so deep that her body responded in such an odd way she restrained the blush surfacing to her face. "What are you doing woman? Do you want to be killed?"

Zacarias heart was pounding by the move she had just preformed. When she came at him, he thought she saw reason within her actions and was coming to be protected by him, but she did quite the opposite she moved quickly coming towards him to flip over the tower of his body. He heard steps being made once she touched the ground, going not for him, but for the vampire that was behind. The mere touch of her hands against his shoulders, along with the scent she carried with her, was unworldly and his body responded hotly. However, she landed and ran quickly away from him, she was fast she had the Vampire down against the ground but in a position, he wasn't so agreeable with. He followed coming up behind her shoving her away from traitorous creature, he knew now what jealousy was, however, much he wanted to knock some sense into her. He wasn't impressed with her next set of words.

"Move now…" she was back on her feet challenging him to make some move towards her, her face was cold, calm, and collected. However his was overcoming with so many emotions he didn't know which to pick from. He reached over towards hers wanting to grab her and pull her over his shoulder, such a caveman move but he went for it. Again she moved away from him, going again for the vampire. The feeling of frustration was placed over the need of protection. If she choose to go for the vampire he was going to eliminate him before she had the chance of getting close enough to touch him again.

This man, that choose to challenge her at every turn ran fast for someone not of her race and that of another. She noticed his change of directional target, he started pacing towards the demonire. Zel's intentional thought was, Fool.

Zel's legs began pumping harder, she began moving faster. She was questioning him, did he believe he could take on such a being, did he even know how? Fact was, did he even know what he was going against. She didn't have the answers, her feet were hitting the ground as she came closer and closer.

The vampire seemed to want to escape which was odd, usually they liked to stay and rant about otter nonsense of being powerful and then go on to glorify about their killings. However, this one didn't his movements were jerking, he ran criss cross, zig zagging back and forth, he was indeed an odd one. Zaracias being the first to have gotten to the Vampire, he came to notice the woman closely behind. He moved hastily his hand went straight for the vampires' chest. He needed to get to the heart and incinerate it the body would then die and turn to ash.

From the beginning ever since his walk had changed to a run, he felt his brothers reaching out towards him. They had asked his whereabouts, trying their best to pinpoint his location, however, he didn't want them to come he needed to control the situation he had the will to control it. He blocked himself from the four, he was the eldest and he knew better then to allow his brothers to interfere. He had found his lifemate and he wasn't going to allow another to see her until he had his claim. The black eyes of the vampire were transfixed on his, he sensed Zacarias move altering his steps he felt this man going in for a deathly blow.

Like the woman the vampire moved back but Zacarias expected it, following his chose of step he advanced forward his left hand drew back as he went to strike, plunging his hand within the Vampires chest. He knew the blood was toxic against him and his kind, however he didn't feel the burns; the insane agony of the taint of traitor. His hand clenched gripping for an organ that oddly wasn't there. He pulled back his hand covered in black liquid, odd was he seeing in black and white again? No, as he shifted his glaze from the fluid he was meet with the grass, which was green. A sigh of relief escaped his lips.

The man clearly didn't know what he was doing, Zel moved forward stepping in front of him. She had noted his hand had reached for a heart and in return hadn't gotten one. Stupid, was what she felt and thought towards him. He didn't know the body of a demonire their bodies were constructed based opposite to that of a humans.

The Heart wasn't to the left but the right of the body. The demonire seemed to stagger, even though this one was fully changed he was quite weak. Zel called out mentality to Flint who followed closely but kept a distance. 'Flint can you tell his beast?' Flint closed in to examine the demonire from the side lines. He listed the features the way he acted; actions he performed.

'Zel he's a snake his beast chooses to run instead of fight, he's only mindset is food.' The think about feeders were although they were fully changed, they didn't care about battle or power their based mindset was on getting and retaining food. Zel reached outward her hand stretched towards the air as though she were grabbing for something as her fist enclosed on itself.

'Flint bow!' Zel issued the command, the man that still stood behind her was transfixed on the blood that was coated on his hand his attention seemed then to gather and turn on the grass. Whatever, was going on in his mind Zel didn't bother to question.

Because she felt it then, the feeling of raw material. An elegant flow of energy formed within her hand. It stretched and took shape, as the energy burst into dazzling sparkles of light. Zel held a white bow,although that was what it disguised itself to be it was more then just that. The arrows came next, feeling of the strap running across her chest was a funny sensation. Her hand moved towards her back, fingers meet the smooth feeling of something soft; arrows. Pulling one out from the holder she stationed herself pulling the bow up against her side. The arrow came back against the string the tips of her fingers held the back as her other hand steadied the front the index finger pointed forward marking it's target as she took aim. Her one eye saw clearly, saw it's target, as she blinked as she breathed she let the arrow sing through the stilled movement of air. The Demonire had begun running again, he knew who she was knew her purpose for being here, knew his soul would be forfeited if she got close to him again.

At first he was stunned his attention was on his hand, black blood not red ran down his palm down his fingers then it went to meet the ground. He saw from the black to the green confirming he wasn't trapped once more within the world of gray. His focus shifted as a shadow played across his person, she; his lifemate was standing right in front of him, transfixed, his thoughts were consumed with questions, but she seemed to do something quite unexpected.

Her hand reached out towards the still air, then there was a blindly light, he couldn't help his eyes from closing. The light stun his eyes easily just as he opened them in moments he found himself seeing her with a bow raisin to her side, arrows that weren't there on her back before now were. An arrow stationed, the wind blew but she hadn't moved an inch it seemed the wind moved around her instead of towards her, as though she had willed it. He could only marvel as the arrow placed at home shoot for a mark called base.

The arrow soared, it sound was that of a hawk swooping down to enclose it's prey within it's beak. Zelda stood still within the moment, watching as the arrow buried into the right shoulder of the Demonire, she cursed quietly in her own language; she had missed the heart. The Demonire had continued moving the arrow sticking out from his shoulder, blood was pumping from his wounds. Zelda was just about to give chase, to finish what she had started. But, suddenly she felt her free hand being caught her body stopped of all progression.

Turning to glare at the one that stood behind her, she was met with a look of utter confusion mixed with one of command and demand. "What are you doing, let go," she struggled to get her hand free. The mere touching sent odd sensations throughout her body. "You don't understand creature, if I don't kill the demonire he'll…." she was cut short the dark man took to standing closely to her.

"Demonire? Don't you mean vampire?" he was staring down rather harshly, venom was hinted with his question. Although he was looking for an explanation she found herself wincing from his black eyes, that burned right through her one.

"Vampire…" she spaced, looking for the definition of vampire among the races she had been taught stilled existed within the realm of humans. Returning his look she didn't stare at him angrly but rather seriously. "Listen that was no mere blood sucker, what you just saw was not a Vampire, rather a Demonire. They do not sleep, the sun does not burn them, he goes for more then just blood, and the one we're just encountered was a feeder, he'll continue to hunt and eat feeling an unsatisfied hunger that will never be sated" She was doing her best to explain shortly. Flint was calling out to her wondering whether to approach, however she gave orders quite the opposite. 'Flint follow after the snake, I don't find myself getting away from this man rather soon.' Her thoughts were being disturbed as she felt her hand being slightly squeezed.

"Who are you speaking to?" this time his voice was more deadly than before, the talk and questions of vampire and demonire were so soon forgotten. Her eye was on his two, they were much blacker then before, a form of red was coming through. She found herself fearing him, but held it together, she had seen more deadlier glazes, however, this one seemed to speak words rather then give just a look. "Who were you speaking to?" he was repeating his question, because she hadn't answered. Zelda struggled more in his hold, the grip on her bow tightened.

"Who I speak to is none of your concern, now remove your hand from mine, or else?" she was threatening him, and he seemed to take the challenge head on.

"Or else what?" from that dark stare that spoke of malice and hate, he now looked down at her with a look of general curiosity mixed with pure seduction. Zelda was not liking the latter, her body stiffened feeling his stare move from her eye and slowly down her body. Her knee came up going for a spot that hopefully would cause him bodily harm as well as the release for her hand. She had been granted both, the hold on her hand was loosened as he seemed to stagger back, his only form of sounding as though he were in pain, was a growl. Zelda moved further back as his hand came back for hers. She rose her bow quickly going for an arrow from her holder. She felt rushed she had the arrow as she spoke.

"I told you to let go, you refused, now I tell you to back up, and leave now, or I won't hesitate to shoot you in the heart!" it was she who was commanding. She had pulled the arrow back against the string making way for her new target.

Zacarias stared at this woman in disbelief, she had been speaking to someone, her voice had been reaching to another, male? It sounded as such, but he could not pick up on their link, nor their conversation. His beast was becoming furious, she had refused to answer his question, remarking that it was none of his business when in fact she was his business, she was his. Then everything else followed and he found himself staggering back as she kneed him in the crotch. She wasn't gentle in her move, it held power. His woman wasn't weak, and fragile she was someone to be reckoned with.

He had begun to reach for her hand again, but was only grasping air once more. Once he gained his composure he found an arrow aimed right at him, she looked ethereal. Her one eye holding him; locking him in position. Her voice was grounded, commanding. Although he had been using compulsion on her this whole time she seemed unaffected. He was trying to find reason within himself to calm down, but every move she made towards him angered, and caused him immense frustration. "Woman you may not understand but you belong to me.." His glaze was on hers, she didn't seem to register what he was implying.

"Woman?" she questioned the name she was given, her one eye found something amusing as she choose to speak again, "then Man, you seem to be very confused, because I don't belong to anyone, especially a creature such as you." she stretched her last words out. He could only chuckle in return shaking his head in disagreement to her statement. He took a step forward, and found that she seemed to take on a rather tsking sound, the hold on her arrow was slightly loosening. "Ah…ah…ah I don't believe I told you to move my way, rather to back up and leave, now" her last word was low, and there was annoyance mixed with compliance.

"Then you choose death for us both?" he was still moving closer if he reached out now the tips of his fingers could touch the point of the arrow. Although as his hand was beginning to raise, her sentence caught him off guard stilling his heart as well as his breathe.

"I don't choose death for either, you creature don't understand who and what I am," she stopped and for the first time he caught an unnamed emotion play across her face. Was it sadness, regret? No it was one he was all to familiar with; acceptance. "You see...,Man, the moment I stepped within this realm I've chosen death right from the beginning." The arrow was pulled and it buried itself right where she had promised it would; his heart.

Note-

Thank you for those who are reading see you all in the next chap. Well then again I won't actually be seeing you…but tracking you down…j/k…j/k.- (just kidding for those you don't know what j/k means.)

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