A/N: Well. Here's the second chapter. Oh! Disclaimer: I own NOTHING BUT ZIYA! The rest belongs to the peope who actually own it. ~Kitteh 01

Chapter 2

Ziya awoke to the sound of a knock at her door. She sat up and walked forwards, opening the door. On the other side stood the second in command of the Ringwraiths. "Good morning Ziya."

"Good morning Remnant." He had chosen the name for himself though she didn't know why. "Ready to train?"

He nodded and she pulled on her boots. She yawned slightly as she was turned away and then tuned back, still feeling the Orc blood on her tongue. That was the first time she had ever killed someone by draining them of blood. Remnant and her walked down the steps swiftly but at a sensible pace. It was quite fun to train against a Ringwraith. They both learned new tricks. And Ziya even won once in a while. They reached the training grounds and Ziya stood tall, her sword in one hand and her other one behind her back.

"I will pay for drinks tonight if you can beat me with one arm behind your back." She heard a laugh and his arm slipped behind his back. "If I win however you're paying for the next week."

A small group had gathered to watch them practice. They circled for a moment and Ziya smirked before leaping forwards and slashing at him. He jumped back, his arm nearly flying from behind his back but barely remaining there. She laughed lightly and ducked under his high swing. She used that to roll forwards and jab up. Yet her blade was stopped as he pulled his back in time.

She rolled away, her arm never leaving it's place against the small of her back. She smiled and turned her sword to where it rested along her arm. She grinned as she easily blocked a jab at her blind side. Yet with a swift movement he was behind her. Her blade was pressed to her throat with his against it.

"Do you submit?" She laughed.

"Why? When I am winning." She threw her arm outwards and pushed his blade away before he could strike at her. She placed the tip of her blade to his throat and grinned.

"Do you submit?"

"Never." His blade struck hers and then he lashed out, catching her unaware and cutting along her cheekbone. Her tongue flicked up and licked one of the bright red drops away. She smiled and then lunged forwards, hitting his wrist and causing his grasp on the blade to loosen. She then rolled between his feet and stood behind him, a blade against his throat.

"Just submit. Come on." She felt a light laugh and he dropped his blade in the dirt.

"You learn well Ziya." She stepped away, the sword vanishing, and bowed towards him.

"Thank you sir." She then straightened up. It was already beginning to get dark so she assumed she spent most of the day sleeping. She walked back to the tower with Remnant following. She stopped at her room and grinned. "I look forward to some fine ales this evening."

If he smiled she had missed it. She ducked into her room as he walked away and grabbed the new goblet and pitcher that rested on the table. She took a cautious sniff and her eyes went wide. It was blood. And by the smell it was from some form of animal. She poured a glass and then downed it, soon finishing off the pitcher and cleaning her lips off before grabbing her only spare outfit that she had at the moment. She walked down to the small rooms where the baths were. Once she found an empty one she grabbed her drying cloth and set it on the seat by the large basin.

She then stripped down and stepped, slowly, into the warm water. She smiled as muscles began to relax. She grabbed a soap bar from her belongings and began to scrub away dirt and blood she hadn't been unaware of that crusted along her neck and down her throat. It hadn't been the cleanest feeding she'd ever done. But it was better than her first feeding had been.

She finished and stood up, draining the old water before sending for a servant to get some ready for the next person. The servant also grabbed her dirty clothing. She was grabbing her shirt when the door opened rudely and an Orc stepped in. Ziya noticed the way he stared at her and wrapped her towel around her. He took a step forwards and she yelled, running out the door and up the stairs. She moved fast enough no one really saw her. Perks of the extra blood in her system. She ducked into her room and sat on her bed, hair dripping every once in a while as she looked around. Her clothes lay forgotten in the room with the Orc.

She figured she could wait for a servant to come in and then she could either ask for them to get hers or a new outfit. No sooner had she thought this then a knock sounded at the door. She dried her hair and wrapped her blankets around her.

"Come in." The door opened and the Witch-king walked in, her clothing in his hand.

"You seem to have left these." Her cheeks reddened and she reached out, taking them from his gloved hand.

"Sorry." She whispered.

"You need not be sorry. It was the Orc who intruded." She shivered slightly and he sat beside her. She leaned against him, glad for the company, even though she did not wish for him to see her cry. But traitorous tears spilled down her cheeks and she felt his arm around her. It was far to similar to the day they had rode into Mordor. She leaned back and made sure the blanket covered her. Even in his strangely comforting arms she felt the tears spill over. Thirty five years of suppressed tears spilled from her eyes and onto the blanket she held around her.

She cried for her parents banishing her, for the things she had done wrong, each of the animals she had killed just to sate a seemingly endless hunger. She cried for her stupidity and weakness. But mostly she cried because for some reason she felt she would never have someone to hold her like this in more than a friendly manner.

After her sobs subsided she looked up. "I am sorry. I truly did not mean to start crying. It's just-" She was silenced by the most surprising of gestures. His lips were on hers as he held her. Her hand found its way to his hood and she reached past, feeling his face. Long had she believed there truly was an empty void there. His hood fell back and she was surprised to see the face of a young man with a strong jaw line and shorter dark hair. His eyes were slightly grayed but she saw the dark brown they had once been. "How-?"

"Ziya. I am the Witch-King after all. You think I'd look like an older man when I could have a young mans face if I wished it?" She thought for a second and then nodded understandingly before he kissed her once more. After a few minutes he leaned back and smiled. "The others will be waiting for us."

She nodded, still surprised by how he looked and that he had kissed her. She sat up after a second and grabbed her shirt, pulling it on and then moving the blanket from her torso. She felt the Witch-king stand and turn away from her. She finished dressing and was attempting to tie the ribbon which held the shirt up. She growled after a few seconds and her hands were moved away. The Witch-king took the strings and tied them. He then helped her stand and smiled down at her before pulling his hood up once more. He opened the door and they walked down the corridor together. She caught snippets of conversation as they reached the Ringwraiths gathering room.

"He should be punished for that action." The Witch-king pushed open the door and every one turned to look at Ziya. "What say you Ziya?"

"I say I'm going to bite him the next time I see him." She snapped her jaws shut as she grinned. They all laughed a bit and the Witch-king sat. She took her usual place beside him. But this time it was a bit different. She saw him smile under his hood and she grabbed the goblet that had been placed before her. It was her usual. Blood mixed with the strongest ale they could find. This time the blood was already potent with alcohol. She downed it in one gulp and slammed it down onto the table before the others finished theirs. She licked the blood from her upper lip and smiled as the all watched her.

"You are acting different tonight." She smiled, barely seeing a hidden smirk on the Witch-kings lips. "What is new?"

"Nothing. Just glad I beat Remnant at practice today. With one arm behind my back." The others laughed a bit and poured her another goblet full. She raised it and this time took a smaller drink, seeming lost in thought for a few moments.

"Ziya?" She snapped out of her thoughts and looked to the Witch-king. All the others were watching her as she slowly licked a few drops of blood that were running down from the cut earlier.

"Yes?" She looked between each of them and Remnant spoke up.

"Have you any tales to tell us?" She thought for a moment.

"None for tonight." She smiled a bit and leaned back, finishing off her glass. She listened to a few of the stories and downed another glass. She began to feel the slight buzzing at the back of her skull as she downed yet another glass. She had drank what she normally did. But the blood just smelled and tasted so good. Someone poured her another glass and she drank it down, slower though this time.

"Ziya. Do have any of the songs you leaned on your travels for us?" She nodded.

"Yes. It is a Hobbit song for a bar of theirs." They looked to her. They enjoyed learning how the world had changed. And she could give them that info. She cleared her throat and then looked around.

"Go on." She nodded.

"You can search far an wide, you can drink the whole town dry,
But you'll never find a beer so brown, but you'll never find a beer so brown!
As the one we drink in our home town, as the one we drink in our home town!
You can keep your fancy ales, you can drink em by the flagon!
But the only brew for the brave and true... comes form the Green Dragon!" She finished and realized she was standing and dancing along with the song. With a blush she sat back down.

"That was an interesting song indeed." She smiled and took another drink, her throat feeling oddly parched. After another hour she stood and nearly fell back.

"You win this time. That stuff worked." She nearly fell but the Witch-king caught her and carefully picked her up. "My head is spinning."

He chuckled lightly and the said that he was taking Ziya to bed and then going back to his room for the night. He reached her room and then placed her on her bed, carefully laying the covers over her. She smiled and reached up, her hand running along his face. He leaned into the simple touch and she smiled. His hand reached up and grabbed hers. He leaned down and gently kissed her. She pushed his hood back and wrapped her arms around his neck.

His cloak was off and at the foot of the bed within seconds, the gloves soon following as Ziya kicked off her shoes and the rest of her outfit. After a few moments his clothes were on the floor and she got a good look at his features. He was pale but muscular. Her arms slid down to his back and then his lips were against hers again. She felt him against her and she pulled him closer. There she whispered in his ear. "Be gentle with me please."

He smiled and kissed her neck. Her tongue danced from her lips and ran down his shoulder. His lips found hers once more and she bit down on his lip ever so slightly. All of the extra blood running through her system heightened her sensations. Once her nails had pierced the skin of his back and his lips had found hers before she could yell to loud.

After a short while they both lay side by side under the blanket. Ziya was curled up against the Witch-kings side, her eyes closed and arms against his chest. His arm was around her and his chin on the top of her head. He watched her sleep and then brought his hand up to his neck. The bite marks he had sustained were definitely going to leave a mark. But then again he had left a mark on her as well. He ran his hand down her back and across the magic marking which basically claimed her as his. He smiled and rested his head down once more, his eyes closing as he fell into a sort of sleep like trance.

Ziya woke up in the morning and stretched her muscles. She looked around, still feeling the remnants of the blood in her system. But it soon faded and she was left, sitting there with the blanket wrapped around her.

She stood and pulled on her clothing before walking over and grabbing the pitcher. She groaned when she realized it was empty and grabbed her boots. Luckily it was still slightly dark out. She climbed from the window and carefully leapt to the ground. She ran to the gates and stopped. Usually she would find an animal that strayed in when the troops traveled through. But they had grown smart in these times of war. She growled and climbed up the gateway, her clothing blending easily. It hadn't been the first time she had done this. And it probably wouldn't be the last.

An archer spotted her and raised his bow for a moment before taking note of who she was and lowering it. He watched as she leapt over the gate. She would always be back before the sun fully rose.

A/N: Told ya. M for a reason. Though it's not as bad as some I've seen. ((Will not name names however.)) And as for the scene itself. Shade wrote it! I don't go anywhere near those. But anyways. Hope ya liked it! :D And it's progressing very quickly due to trying to fit three movies that were about three hours a peice into a seven chapter story. ~ Kitteh 01

~~P.S. Thanks edboy4926. I shoot for interesting. ^.^~~