How much time has gone by? Minutes, hours, days...more? I can't seem to tell, this place doesn't change. It never has in the many years i've spent here, waiting, hoping for the golden haired child's arrival. Once he did finally arrive i was surprised to find, all those years of plotting and planning, all that time of training myself for this fight, my desire to utterly destroy him left me. I did not understand what was holding me back but i knew i had no choice at this point. If i did not kill him my master would kill me in turn, either way one of us wasn't to see the light of another day. Still, despite knowing this, i couldn't help but watch as he cautiously approached and admire his form. Other than my master, i had not seen another living being, but something about this one looked exceptional.
Even in this dim, dank light his hair seemed to shine like the sun. His eyes so were blue, they made the water seem colorless. It took me a moment to realise just how close he was getting as he approached the small island with me watching just beyond the dead tree. How funny it was, how this symbolised the two of us, he being the golden sand of which i, a lifeless being, leached from.

I decided it was time to make my move, after all, it wouldn't be as much fun if he caught me off guard instead. I step from behind my post, a small smirk crossing my face at his reaction. "What took you so long hero? I've been waiting ages for your arrival." I made my eyes glow for affect, "Now what's that look for, never seen you shadow before?" The look that he gave me almost made me laugh, surprise, confusion, hatred. Yes, he is right to hate me for i am here for nothing more than his corpse, my purpose is to kill him and...and then what? I hadn't much time to those thoughts before some annoying high pitched voice tore at my ear drums. Some glowing thing floating about the hero, spouting nonsense about saving that wretch of a princess the master holds so dear. The sound of his blade drawn brings me back and we soon share a bloody dance with each other. It would be so beautiful, if it were not for the true intent, though i admit he wasn't quite what i had hoped as far as a challenge was concerned. I understand my master made me stronger and gave me power over the shadows themselves for this but i find it was all rather unnecessary. In the end the golden haired child is still just that, a child. Too young, innocent, and in need of more training it seems. Even though i mimic his technique, the boy has a long way to go, a lot more to learn. Pity he wasn't truly ready for me by the time he got here. It is not long before i have him bloody and held hostage to my blade at his throat. How could i let all of this go to waste, i'm sure master wouldn't mind if i had a bit of fun with him, as long as he died in the long run. He tasted absolutely divine, and now that the blue squeaker toy was silenced, i could enjoy the sound of his voice as well. I knew he was fighting with himself as i teased his senses, little touches here and there, my voice whispering in his ear. His expressions showed his utter disgust in it all but other parts of him seemed to revel in the attention i was giving him, even when i hurt him, his body responded passionately. Imagine my surprise though as i find the young hero grasping for the very blade that cut at his throat, pushing it from him. If i hadn't noticed in time the fool would have lost a finger or two, and how does he repay my kindness of releasing him than by a swift fist in my cheek. It's my fault, i suppose, for being caught off guard but as i crashed to the water below my anger swelled and i was on him in a second, ready to claw him apart. Sheer terror gripped his face as he suddenly found me on top of him and that look is the only thing that spared his life, though i cannot say it 'saved' him. No, it stirred me to do something i myself was questioning, but i did it regardless. I said i was going to break this boy and now i know exactly how i was to do it. If i were to enter him it would only cause pain and fuel his hatred further but if i were to let him in myself? Oh, my dear boy, you are soon to tear yourself apart with madness as you fight between all your hatred and disgust and the bliss i am about to bring to you. Let it eat away at you as you hate not only me but in turn yourself, for loving what i'm doing to you.

Now that i think back, that may have just been my anger talking, though hearing him truely call out my name... It did something to me, something i don't quite understand yet. So many changes all of a sudden, not just to the environtment but to myself too. I can feel the boy's blood running through me, it almost makes me feel...solid. The more i have, the stronger the feeling gets and it seems to be changing me physicaly in ways as well. I've noticed my reflection a few times as i gave the golden child a chance to breathe, i seem to be growing pale, the shadows themselves falling away from my body. My hair and skin going whiter with each taste of the boy, but my eyes remain this blood red. They no longer glow quite like they used to but i can still get them to shine a bit. This i can get used to in time, i suppose, but its the exhaustion and pain that settles in now that frustrates me. Before, i felt nothing, pain was but just a moments notice before i was at it again and i never grew fatigued. I'm sure the one the glowing nuicance calls Link is happy to see it though, as it has been offering him more time to himself. Then again, time to his thoughts may not be such a great thing for him either, not after all i have implanted into his innocent mind. I see him below me now, in the sand, all curled up and attempting to cry quietly to himself. Of course i can hear him but i feel no need to taunt him further at the moment.

I simply sit here and watch as those tears fall from his chin, thought the angle leaves that a bit difficult. I feel an odd need to comfort the child, though that thought simply filling my mind is bewildering enough. Is this another side affect from his blood? Master had explained this to me once before, i believe he called them emotions. He always said i had no need for them, they were only a weakness, and so i was created without the capacity to feel them. I may be mistaken, but perhaps taking in this child as i have been is breaking loose the hold my master has over me, i will have to test this theory later though. For now, let's give this comfort thing a try, "You know, i can hear you sobbing down there, why don't you cut it out? Aren't heroes supposed to be tougher than that, you're
just going to cave in and let little ol' me win that easily? Where's that fiery spirit, that courage that you seem to hold so dear." I hop down from my perch in the tree to stand next to him. He just glares at me and tries to push himself further from me so i kneel beside him, catching his leg to hold him still. "Yeah i know, i'm just a terrible beast out to maime and kill. You know i understand why youre flinching, what with all the fun i've been having with you, but you're no fun when you are completely broken." Another dirty look is recieved from those watery blue eyes and i realise i am not really helping all that much. I suppose i can't blame him for hating me though, i mean after all, i've done nothing but use him in the worst of ways for quite some time now, our last session being moments ago.

I must say, it was rather exhilerating, to watch his face as i entered him, and how it evolved as i continued with my perverted game. So many expressions, some of which i still don't quite understand. At first, more fear and hatred as i began with licks and nibbles down his neck and back, though that boy doesn't seem able to really contain himself when pleasure grips him. He was panting and mewling before long, his body showing signs of need rather quickly. For all his struggles he really did love when i would trace circles with my tongue across his flesh, causing goose bumps to rise over his arms and legs. Oh, and when i bit between his neck and shoulder, that wonderful area of flesh i do so love to sink my teeth into, he would moan quite splendidly and arch towards me every time. My hands
would raom across his soft skin, taking heed of all the scratches i had left behind in the past. It was becoming difficult to find a good patch of flesh i hadn't managed to tear open. It's almost a pity, as his skin feels so soft and delicate at my fingertips, sensations of which i am not accustomed to at all. I also quite enjoy feeling his hot breath against my skin as he clambers and claws at my body, despeately grasping as if he were falling. If it weren't for my quick healing capabilities i'd be as torn up as the hero. He becomes like a ferral beast when i take him, the harder and faster i go the hungrier his inner beast becomes. Of course it all must come to an end and then my precious toy is back to sulking in a corner when we finish, such a pity.

Hm, here's a thought, as i don't seem to be very good with my words, perhaps i can comfort his body and let that work its way into his mind. I can't say i don't enjoy watching the boy squirm beneath me and his pained expressions are rather adorable, but i think i would like to keep this toy and having it hate my entirely would not work well in my favor if i were to keep him. Now let's see, a gentle approach would be best, where to start though. It seems he has settled despite my hand still gripping his thigh, he simply stares up at me now with a blank expression. Perhaps i shall start with gentle kisses this time and see how he reacts.

I lean in for a kiss, ignoring his failed attempt as fleeing, seeing that he hasn't the energy for a fight. I take advantage of that, pulling him close to me and gently pressing my lips to his cheek before licking his salty tears away. I can't help but chuckle at the shocked look on his face as i return my gaze to his, but that only upsets him further so i return to kiss him again, this time on the lips, resisting the urge to take him in deeply as i know it would only bruise him further. I let my hands caress his body, sliding slowly over his tattered skin, being careful not to open any of the fresher wounds. I can feel his heartbeat pounding in his chest, fear surely taking over and causing his body to panic. I must slow that heart, but how? I continue with the kiss, licking his bottom lip as if asking for permission to taste him. To my surprise, he obliges, and my tongue meets with his shortly after. Again, i marvel at the golden child's marvelous taste but fight myself from caving in to my old habits all the while. I gently suck on his tongue, inviting it well into my own mouth, enticing him to lead this act himself. To my delight he takes the hint and is soon leaning into me, grabbing me firmly by the shoulders and deeping the kiss all his own. It's so hard to fight my urge to take over and ravage him when he's being so naughty, but i continue to let him think hes in charge. I must say, i find myself rather surprised at his boldness and ability to take command as his hands begin to roam over my body and tear at me as i did to him so many times before.

I'm not sure if his reaction is due to some sort of revenge, or if it is simply the fact that this is all he knows, but i accept his roughness regardless. He bites my lower lip, breaking our kiss to lead kisses down my neck, nipping here and there as he goes. I moan in turn, a sound that seems to only fuel him further as he continues to bite, lick, and kiss his way down my body. Oh, how he tortures me with his teasing, so slow and deliberate, making me ache for him. His mouth leaves me tingling all over as he goes over my entire body. Even my arms and legs recieve affection, leaving a trail of bloody marks and goose bumps behind him. His hands follow close behind those delightful lips, grasping and clawing here and there, making me groan in pain. My very skin seems to burn with anticipation by the time he arrives at his target. He looks up at me, an absolutely devilish grin upon his face, nipping and kissing the inside of my thighs as if lying in wait. I nod to him, wondering if that is what he awaits, and the next moment i am answered as i recieve one long stroke of his tongue from my balls all the way up to the head of my throbbing cock. I moan eagerly, surprised at how different this feels from previous sessions. It's almost as if my skin is burning with every little sensation, even that simple motion of his had me reeling. Everything so alert as the fire quickly burns hotter at the touch of his fingertips rising and falling behind his tongue, taunting me more and nearly causing me to whimper in plea for him to just take me into his mouth. My hips buck lightly at him, urging him to get on with it.
I cannot take this torture any longer!

My wish is shortly granted, sending me into a wave of dizzying bliss as his soft lips wrap around me. I can't stop myself from crying out as my back rises from the sand beneath me. I feel his tongue running circles over the tip as he sucks hard. His head twists to one direction as he falls, taking me further into his throat. At the same time one hand grips tight below, twisting in the opposite direction at it leads his mouth up and down my shaft. I'm gasping for breath before i even realise it, enjoying the free hand that is now gently pinching my hard nipples. I can't believe he has completely taken me over with so little effort, but i admit i'm loving it all the same. My
fingers run through his golden hair as he hums a tune in time with his bobbing, the vibrations driving me even crazier. At this rate he will have me cumming in mere moments, my entire body is already tensing at the build-up. I can feel it, i'm so close, my entire body is burning and aching, already shaking despite not yet reaching my climax. Then, to my utmost displeasure, he stops entirely, gripping the base of my cock with his index finger and thumb, almost like a ring, squeezing tight. I can just imagine the look on my face, my entire body quivering and covered in sweat as my chest heaves, attempting desperately to catch up. The smile he gives me almost makes me shudder, as if the shadows that have been leaving my body have been flowing into him. He looks so beastly, so unlike my sweet, innocent, hero.

"How does it feel, to be treated like an object, for your own feelings to not be considered? How does it feel to look into the eyes of the beast who takes only what he wants and leaves you with nothing?" the hero spoke, and i couldn't help but blink at him like an idiot, "What's the matter shadow, no words to come from that big mouth of yours now? Come now, don't be shy, I'm just having a bit of fun with you after all. That's what all of this is right, Just a bit of fun? So what happens when you grow bored of me, you plan on just throwing me away like some useless piece of trash? Or perhaps, you're just prolonging my death for your own gain. Just kill me now, i have no desire to continue living like this, as your mere momentary obsession!" he yelled. I just lay there, staring up at the beast
i had made. I took something so beautiful and destroyed it, perhaps i was wrong in thinking these changes i had been experiencing could go somewhere after all. I sit up, hoping to get ahold of my still swimming mind and concentrate on the situation. I see him twitch, making it obvious that he's still scared of me and this is a front. If that is so then it may not be too late. "where are you off to?" the hero asks as i rise to my feet and wolk towards the tree. Reaching out, my hand phases through it, as if a portal were formed in the center of it, and pull out the master sword as well as his other supplies of which i had stolen.

He rises, fists bared and ready to go at me, but i no longer have the desire to fight him. As i walk towards him, a solemn look in my eyes, his stance falls and i find those blue eyes staring at me with a puzzled look. "Take these and get dressed." i command as i walk off to free the annoying blue chatterbox. He watches me walk off for a moment before doing as instructed, seeming unable to become clothed fast enough. I turn to find him gearing up, his sword still laying by his feet on the sand. I pick it up, glancing at it for a moment and then to my golden haired child. My what a mess i have made of him in the time i have kept him here. I walk once more to the tree, reaching in and retrieving another of those floating orbs, this one a bright pink and thankfully silent. I walk to him once more, tossing the critter at him and watching as all his wounds begin to dissapear. For a brief moment, i see him smile, and i can swear i felt a pain in my chest because of it. I pick up the master sword and hand it to him, catching another puzzled look from him.

"I understand what i've done to you was...horrible, wrong, and will ruin the rest of nights with nightmares. I also understand no matter of appologising will atone for what i have done to you so i simply won't apologize. Regardless of that i ask you to do one more thing for me, take the master sword, and plunge it into my heart." A gasp escaped him as the words left my mouth. "Look, one of us has to die here, if you don't kill me my master will, and to be frank i'd much rather it be you." I watch as what i say to him sinks in, and he nods shortly after, drawing his blade before me. I stand ready, preparing for the pain i know i will now be able to feel.

"Dark?" he called out before walking up to me, brushing away what seems to have been a tear falling down my cheek. "I...i don't know if i can."

"What's this now? You can't seriously be feeling something for me after all i've done! I've destroyed your innocence, taken so much from you, tortured you both mentally and physically, held you from your task, threatened your life, hurt you nuicance of a friend there whom still doesn't seem to be waking up so i may have actually killed it...I'm just a monster Link, designed to help you meet your end, and i nearly succeeded." I blurted as more of tears flowed from my eyes. "You have to kill me, otherwise i have to kill you and i." being cut off by Link.

"You don't want to, and i think you never really did to be honest. Of course i could be wrong but, then again, i'm placing my bets on me being right." he said as he stepped closer to me. "Regardless of that though, i understand what you're saying to me, so despite what i desire i shall fulfill your wish." and with that, cold steel rushed through me, but the pain was minimal, for as he killed me he kissed me once more, and held me close as i felt myself slip away.