Author's Notes: Okay, I have a little time to write a short fic with another chapter ready. I just wanna see how you'll react to this chapter. The next chapters for "From Slavery to Royalty" and "Sweet Blood" will be out when I can finish writing the last parts. As for now, stick with this short thing. (I'll be sneaking in time to work on short fics when I'm not busy)
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When Midnight Comes (R) By: Hell's Huntress
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The silver rays of the moon shone through the numerous windows and into the darkness of the castle. Shadows danced with the moonlight and created figures that seemed to blend into the midnight sky. Large wooden doors towered proudly over humans, especially a certain one which was shut tightly, preventing anyone from breaking it open.
Inside, the sounds of men fighting one another and swords clanking were the only sounds that could be heard. Everything else was silent. No one other than that whom the king has chosen to battle would be awake at three minutes till midnight,
Silent footsteps quietly joined the cries of battle. A solemn knock on the large oak door followed. The sounds would've been silent had there been more noise to accompany the echoes.
" Your majesty, your next rival has arrived, " a man with silver streaked hair addressed his master once the door was opened.
By the door frame stood the dark figure of a tall man. He nodded at his servant before stepping aside for his last rival to stumble out the door. He had worn out every man he had to fight against, just as he did with this last one who weakly collapsed outside his door. Every night, he would test his skills and battle aganst men for the fun of it. Being a new king, it was a family tradition he had to carry on if he intended on winning over wars to come.
" Well then, " a deep voice replied as the dark figure stepped into the light. He leaned against the door frame while gasping for air. " Bring him in Miles, and take this trash out while doing so, " he kicked the figure of the man he had beaten which rested upon the floor. A small groan escaped the poor man's throat.
Miles looked at the figure on the ground and picked the man up but hesitated to leave. He shifted his body under the weight of the other body over his, but made no move to put it down. He only stood there, debating with his mind and waiting for the king to finally realize that he had not gone yet.
" Well? What are you still doing here? I gave you strict order so why don't you carry them out, " the young king knitted his brows together upon finally noticing that Miles still stood there.
" King Darien, " Miles reluctantly began. " Your next rival......he's not a he. "
Darien flashed him a confused look. " Pardon? "
" Your next rival is a woman, your majesty, and she's waiting outside. Do you really want me to send her in here? "
Darien cocked a brow at Miles and chuckled. " A woman, you say? You amuse me, Miles. "
Miles raised his eye brows at the king. " But your majesty, I'm not trying to amuse you. I'm only speaking the truth. Your next rival is a young woman and she said she intends on having this battle with you. "
Darien shook his head and laughed. " Miles, for years you know my great great grandfathers have always battled with men once they were still young kings. Father chose me to be the next king of his land and not my brother because I am skilled in fighting men. Everyone knows this, so why would a woman be stupid enough to come here and try to battle me when they should be at home with their families? That woman would be lucky to even survive five minutes in here. "
" So what do you want me to do then? "
" Stop playing games and send my next rival in. "
" I'm already in, " the sound of a female's voice made both men turn toward the only window in that room. There stood the figure of a woman with dangerous curves and a sword in her hand.
Darien cocked a brow at her while Miles, seeing that he was proven right, closed the door and left with the worn out man over his shoulder.
" Excuse me? And who invited you in, " Darien demanded, his ebony hair casting shadows over his midnight blue spheres.
The woman stepped out of the shadows and into the light which was cast by the moon and the bright glow of flames from a nearby torch. " You of course, " she smirked.
Darien narrowed his eyes. " The door is behind me. Would mind explaining to your king what manners a woman like you posses, seeing that you have just appeared out of nowhere. "
" Well, 'your majesty', " she replied in a mocking tone. " You could just simplify your answer into "how did you get in" and things would be better. "
" Answer me, " he replied impatiently.
" There's a window behind me. What do you think? "
Darien smirked in disbelief. " You can't climb all the way up to this window. You can't even determine which window leads to this room. "
" Why? Because I'm a woman, " she moved quickly toward him, leaving only an inch of space between them. Gripping the sword with her right hand, she swiftly raised it toward his chin before aiming it at his throat.
" No, it's because there are at least two thousand windows in this whole castle, and you are dealing with more than sixty feet to get up here, " he replied coolly, showing no sign of fear in his voice.
She firmly pressed the sword deeper onto his throat, but did not cut his skin. " Well then your majesty, you'll be surprised to know that women can do wonders. I have my ways of doing what I do. "
Darien cocked a brow at her and smirked. " Obviously. I've noticed that already. You'll be surprised to know what wonders men can do, " his smirk darkened as his hand quickly shot up with a sword in it and raised to meet her own weapon. " And let me correct you. You're not a woman. Just a young one, " he grinned.
Serena cocked a brow at his sword before swiftly pushing it downward with her own and stepping backwards as he tried to swing it at her. " Very smooth. Aren't you a smart young man, " she replied, emphasizing 'young'.
" I'm a king aren't I, " he grinned before swinging his right foot in an attempt to hit her legs and bring her to the ground. Unfortunately, she jumped up just as his foot swing right under her and rammed her knee into his groin the moment her feet landed safely on the ground.
Darien let out a small choke as he slightly bent forward, but it was only brief. He quickly regained his composure and grabbed her arms, twisting them around. She groaned silently as he threw her over his back with ease, seeing that her hands were held captive under his strong grip.
Serena landed on the floor and swung her right foot out to hit Darien's legs. Just like her, he jumped up, managing to miss her right foot, but fell down once her left foot swung toward his legs which almost immediatly followed her first attempt. This gave him no time to safely land back down and have the strength to jump up again.
Serena instantly rolled on top of him and sat down on his stomach, pinning him to the ground. Her hand shot out to grab her sword which had fallen out of her hand, and once again aimed it at Darien's throat.
" This isn't the best you can do. Stop trying to make things easy. "
Darien flashed her an amused smile. " You're a naught little girl, aren't you? I won't go easy on you if you give me something in return. "
She narrowed her eyes at him. " And what does the king want in return from a young peasant like me? "
Darien chuckled and cocked a brow at her clothes. " Leather black catsuit complete with boots and a sword? I wouldn't call you a peasant. I want you to answer two questions for me. "
Serena smirked. " Go on. "
" What are you? "
She laughed at his question and smiled. " I'm the Midnight Prowler. "
" Then what should I call you? "
" Midnight, " she stated flattly.
" No, no. That's not what I mean......here, this is better: What's your name? "
" You said two questions, not three. "
" Keep being witty and I'll make things easy for you. "
" Fine, " she replied impatiently before leaning forward toward him. She was so close he could feel her warm breath, the silent glare of her crystal blue eyes, the soft caress of her blonde hair, and her faint scent of roses upon his face. " Call me Serena. "
" Well Serena, " Darien took in a deep breath while trying to concentrate on her reply and not her whole body. " That wasn't hard now, was it? "
" I kept my end of the deal, " she hissed before suddenly standing up and walking toward the window.
" So tomorrow, I expect you to keep yours. "
" Tomorrow, " Darien stood up despite his body's protests to grab her slim body to restore the warmth it gave him for those brief moments she sat on him. " Why tomorrow? "
Serena raised one leg over the other side of the window. " It's five minutes after midnight now. My time here is up. I must go. I'll battle you tomorrow, and if you don't keep your end of the deal, I'll search for you and when I find you, things won't be pretty, " she stated while shifting her whole body outside the window. She could only hang on by her hands.
Darien chuckled. " You won't have to search for me. I'll be here waiting for you to actually show up. And what time should I expect you to arrive? "
Serena looked at him with feline eyes and smiled. " When midnight comes, " she replied before letting go and landing safely on the ground. Darien only managed to catch a glimpse of her before she ran off and disappeared into the darkness.
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Author's Notes: Bad? Good? R/R/E please. (Please pardon the typos) I told you it was short.
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When Midnight Comes (R) By: Hell's Huntress
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The silver rays of the moon shone through the numerous windows and into the darkness of the castle. Shadows danced with the moonlight and created figures that seemed to blend into the midnight sky. Large wooden doors towered proudly over humans, especially a certain one which was shut tightly, preventing anyone from breaking it open.
Inside, the sounds of men fighting one another and swords clanking were the only sounds that could be heard. Everything else was silent. No one other than that whom the king has chosen to battle would be awake at three minutes till midnight,
Silent footsteps quietly joined the cries of battle. A solemn knock on the large oak door followed. The sounds would've been silent had there been more noise to accompany the echoes.
" Your majesty, your next rival has arrived, " a man with silver streaked hair addressed his master once the door was opened.
By the door frame stood the dark figure of a tall man. He nodded at his servant before stepping aside for his last rival to stumble out the door. He had worn out every man he had to fight against, just as he did with this last one who weakly collapsed outside his door. Every night, he would test his skills and battle aganst men for the fun of it. Being a new king, it was a family tradition he had to carry on if he intended on winning over wars to come.
" Well then, " a deep voice replied as the dark figure stepped into the light. He leaned against the door frame while gasping for air. " Bring him in Miles, and take this trash out while doing so, " he kicked the figure of the man he had beaten which rested upon the floor. A small groan escaped the poor man's throat.
Miles looked at the figure on the ground and picked the man up but hesitated to leave. He shifted his body under the weight of the other body over his, but made no move to put it down. He only stood there, debating with his mind and waiting for the king to finally realize that he had not gone yet.
" Well? What are you still doing here? I gave you strict order so why don't you carry them out, " the young king knitted his brows together upon finally noticing that Miles still stood there.
" King Darien, " Miles reluctantly began. " Your next rival......he's not a he. "
Darien flashed him a confused look. " Pardon? "
" Your next rival is a woman, your majesty, and she's waiting outside. Do you really want me to send her in here? "
Darien cocked a brow at Miles and chuckled. " A woman, you say? You amuse me, Miles. "
Miles raised his eye brows at the king. " But your majesty, I'm not trying to amuse you. I'm only speaking the truth. Your next rival is a young woman and she said she intends on having this battle with you. "
Darien shook his head and laughed. " Miles, for years you know my great great grandfathers have always battled with men once they were still young kings. Father chose me to be the next king of his land and not my brother because I am skilled in fighting men. Everyone knows this, so why would a woman be stupid enough to come here and try to battle me when they should be at home with their families? That woman would be lucky to even survive five minutes in here. "
" So what do you want me to do then? "
" Stop playing games and send my next rival in. "
" I'm already in, " the sound of a female's voice made both men turn toward the only window in that room. There stood the figure of a woman with dangerous curves and a sword in her hand.
Darien cocked a brow at her while Miles, seeing that he was proven right, closed the door and left with the worn out man over his shoulder.
" Excuse me? And who invited you in, " Darien demanded, his ebony hair casting shadows over his midnight blue spheres.
The woman stepped out of the shadows and into the light which was cast by the moon and the bright glow of flames from a nearby torch. " You of course, " she smirked.
Darien narrowed his eyes. " The door is behind me. Would mind explaining to your king what manners a woman like you posses, seeing that you have just appeared out of nowhere. "
" Well, 'your majesty', " she replied in a mocking tone. " You could just simplify your answer into "how did you get in" and things would be better. "
" Answer me, " he replied impatiently.
" There's a window behind me. What do you think? "
Darien smirked in disbelief. " You can't climb all the way up to this window. You can't even determine which window leads to this room. "
" Why? Because I'm a woman, " she moved quickly toward him, leaving only an inch of space between them. Gripping the sword with her right hand, she swiftly raised it toward his chin before aiming it at his throat.
" No, it's because there are at least two thousand windows in this whole castle, and you are dealing with more than sixty feet to get up here, " he replied coolly, showing no sign of fear in his voice.
She firmly pressed the sword deeper onto his throat, but did not cut his skin. " Well then your majesty, you'll be surprised to know that women can do wonders. I have my ways of doing what I do. "
Darien cocked a brow at her and smirked. " Obviously. I've noticed that already. You'll be surprised to know what wonders men can do, " his smirk darkened as his hand quickly shot up with a sword in it and raised to meet her own weapon. " And let me correct you. You're not a woman. Just a young one, " he grinned.
Serena cocked a brow at his sword before swiftly pushing it downward with her own and stepping backwards as he tried to swing it at her. " Very smooth. Aren't you a smart young man, " she replied, emphasizing 'young'.
" I'm a king aren't I, " he grinned before swinging his right foot in an attempt to hit her legs and bring her to the ground. Unfortunately, she jumped up just as his foot swing right under her and rammed her knee into his groin the moment her feet landed safely on the ground.
Darien let out a small choke as he slightly bent forward, but it was only brief. He quickly regained his composure and grabbed her arms, twisting them around. She groaned silently as he threw her over his back with ease, seeing that her hands were held captive under his strong grip.
Serena landed on the floor and swung her right foot out to hit Darien's legs. Just like her, he jumped up, managing to miss her right foot, but fell down once her left foot swung toward his legs which almost immediatly followed her first attempt. This gave him no time to safely land back down and have the strength to jump up again.
Serena instantly rolled on top of him and sat down on his stomach, pinning him to the ground. Her hand shot out to grab her sword which had fallen out of her hand, and once again aimed it at Darien's throat.
" This isn't the best you can do. Stop trying to make things easy. "
Darien flashed her an amused smile. " You're a naught little girl, aren't you? I won't go easy on you if you give me something in return. "
She narrowed her eyes at him. " And what does the king want in return from a young peasant like me? "
Darien chuckled and cocked a brow at her clothes. " Leather black catsuit complete with boots and a sword? I wouldn't call you a peasant. I want you to answer two questions for me. "
Serena smirked. " Go on. "
" What are you? "
She laughed at his question and smiled. " I'm the Midnight Prowler. "
" Then what should I call you? "
" Midnight, " she stated flattly.
" No, no. That's not what I mean......here, this is better: What's your name? "
" You said two questions, not three. "
" Keep being witty and I'll make things easy for you. "
" Fine, " she replied impatiently before leaning forward toward him. She was so close he could feel her warm breath, the silent glare of her crystal blue eyes, the soft caress of her blonde hair, and her faint scent of roses upon his face. " Call me Serena. "
" Well Serena, " Darien took in a deep breath while trying to concentrate on her reply and not her whole body. " That wasn't hard now, was it? "
" I kept my end of the deal, " she hissed before suddenly standing up and walking toward the window.
" So tomorrow, I expect you to keep yours. "
" Tomorrow, " Darien stood up despite his body's protests to grab her slim body to restore the warmth it gave him for those brief moments she sat on him. " Why tomorrow? "
Serena raised one leg over the other side of the window. " It's five minutes after midnight now. My time here is up. I must go. I'll battle you tomorrow, and if you don't keep your end of the deal, I'll search for you and when I find you, things won't be pretty, " she stated while shifting her whole body outside the window. She could only hang on by her hands.
Darien chuckled. " You won't have to search for me. I'll be here waiting for you to actually show up. And what time should I expect you to arrive? "
Serena looked at him with feline eyes and smiled. " When midnight comes, " she replied before letting go and landing safely on the ground. Darien only managed to catch a glimpse of her before she ran off and disappeared into the darkness.
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Author's Notes: Bad? Good? R/R/E please. (Please pardon the typos) I told you it was short.