AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you, Sara, O Come on, and Me for the lovely reviews.
Sorry if I disappointed you with my brevity, but hopefully I can make it
up to you with the quality of the overall story. ;)
Nadena awoke in the shallowest of hours of morning, the sky still as black as night. She felt her mind invaded by a black figure far away. Bloodthirsty, greedy, and lusting for her, she recognized Dracula's telepathic grasp immediately, and cringed at his brazenness. She reached for Legolas, hoping to find an anchor to her reality, but he wasn't there. He had left her side during the night.
* * *
Legolas stood upon the mountain peak, looking out into the west for any signs of possible danger. Seeing none, he turned and jutted across the forest in less than a minute, coming to a protruding cliff-side that faced the south. He ran past the campsite, but didn't wake anyone with his light footsteps.
He paused upon the edge of the cliff, looking down. He still couldn't find anything worth worry. Something had set off his overactive sixth sense, an omniscience of danger he could not put out of his mind. Yet, he had searched throughout Mirkwood for over an hour, to no avail.
Frustrated that he had left Nadena's sleeping body without just cause, he began thinking of her, and his crotch tugged at his pants. He quickly pushed the vision away. I must stop this, he shouted silently. I'm letting my emotions control my actions once again! Soon... Images of a steel cage filled his mind, and he let a low growl escape his throat as tears filled his eyes.
Nadena stepped out from behind a tree. "Legolas, do you not sleep?" she asked playfully. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye, glad to see that they were both dressed.
"You should rest." She sighed and walked up to him from behind, wrapping her arms around his waist.
He whirled upon her unexpectedly, catching her by the neck. "Don't! Don't even start." She dug her nails into his hand, and he retracted from her.
"Why do you act like this?" she asked, completely confused. "I'd hate to remind you, but you were the one to initiate last night!"
He came a couple of inches to her face, and she was reminded of their first meeting. "Last night was a result of infatuation. It was wrong, and it'll never happen again." He shoved past her, and she let him go.
That bastard!! she thought. He will pay with his life!
Nadena awoke in the shallowest of hours of morning, the sky still as black as night. She felt her mind invaded by a black figure far away. Bloodthirsty, greedy, and lusting for her, she recognized Dracula's telepathic grasp immediately, and cringed at his brazenness. She reached for Legolas, hoping to find an anchor to her reality, but he wasn't there. He had left her side during the night.
* * *
Legolas stood upon the mountain peak, looking out into the west for any signs of possible danger. Seeing none, he turned and jutted across the forest in less than a minute, coming to a protruding cliff-side that faced the south. He ran past the campsite, but didn't wake anyone with his light footsteps.
He paused upon the edge of the cliff, looking down. He still couldn't find anything worth worry. Something had set off his overactive sixth sense, an omniscience of danger he could not put out of his mind. Yet, he had searched throughout Mirkwood for over an hour, to no avail.
Frustrated that he had left Nadena's sleeping body without just cause, he began thinking of her, and his crotch tugged at his pants. He quickly pushed the vision away. I must stop this, he shouted silently. I'm letting my emotions control my actions once again! Soon... Images of a steel cage filled his mind, and he let a low growl escape his throat as tears filled his eyes.
Nadena stepped out from behind a tree. "Legolas, do you not sleep?" she asked playfully. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye, glad to see that they were both dressed.
"You should rest." She sighed and walked up to him from behind, wrapping her arms around his waist.
He whirled upon her unexpectedly, catching her by the neck. "Don't! Don't even start." She dug her nails into his hand, and he retracted from her.
"Why do you act like this?" she asked, completely confused. "I'd hate to remind you, but you were the one to initiate last night!"
He came a couple of inches to her face, and she was reminded of their first meeting. "Last night was a result of infatuation. It was wrong, and it'll never happen again." He shoved past her, and she let him go.
That bastard!! she thought. He will pay with his life!