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Keeping Nightmares In the Light	By : DeadlySoulCaster Category: Zelda > General Views: 9961 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own The Legend of Zelda game series, nor any of the characters from them. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Keeping Nightmares In the Light
By: Haunted
Rated: M for Mature, must be 18 years or older to read
Disclaimer: I, in no way profit from writing this story. All the characters belong to the maker of Zelda, O.O.T.
Summary: Malon finds a man dressed in black with severe wounds, lying half dead on her way from town. Taking pity on his battered body she stops to take a moment to treat his wounds. A later turn of events leads her to some unexpected places she thought she would never get to see, and might not want to.
Note: if you don't like Dark Link, who will be known as Knil, in this story, paired with Malon, don't read. And btw, this is my first story, crits welcome, but please no flaming, only constructive criticism if you have any suggestions.
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From Thief Wolf: The mistakes are fine, and that's all they are, so they're fixable. Don't worry so much, just so long as people can understand you that's over 75 of the hurdle jumped :) If you'll notice its a play on acronyms : , K.N.I.L, I did this on purpose, lol.
From Thanks :3
Emeraldcrow: Thanks, it was just something I thought of because of all the people getting their parents diploid and the like.
"Read On Freshness Lovers, Read On." lol, I read that somewhere, if any one remember where give me the link so I can credit the person that would be appreciated.

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Chapter Two: Learning

"DEVIL!" he choked out seeming as though at a loss for air.
In a stroke of genius Knil spoke "Excuse me, it's my fault young Malon here was late," He jumped off the horse gracefully, pulling his shirt up to reveal his wound, "You see I was attacked by a stray Wolfo, and she graciously stopped on her return trip from town to tend to my wounds and bandage them, as you can see. And she brought me here so I would be safe while my body heals. It is I who am at fault Sir Ingo, I humbly apologize for any inconvenience towards yourself and the animals." He placed his arm across his bandaged stomach and bowed slightly.
"As for my appearances, when I was younger I had been cursed by a witch, I was acting foolish while wearing a demon painted mask and mocked her powers as well as the demon I was impersonating. So she curse me to a fate of looking evil as I once said she and the demons were. I am no more evil than Princess Zelda herself I assure you good Sir."
To say that the old man was shocked would be an understatement, he was still mouthing like a fish, trying to find something to say, before he righted himself and looked business like once more, his serious mask firmly in place.
"I see, and what would your name be lad? You look awfully familiar fer some reason, 'ave we met?" His hand rested on his chin as he leaned forward to look at the man clad in black more closely.
"I don't believe so, I would surely remember such a hard working man along my travels, my name is Knil, it's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Ingo." His feigned politeness paid off, and Ingo was none the wiser of it, pretending to look up and honor him so that his stuffed ego made him forget questioning him further. His stomach felt an odd sensation of queasiness at the thought of Ingo mistaking him for Link.
"Alright, ya look like a good lad, Knil, so I'm sure we can find a place here for ya ta rest while you recover, Malon here will make sure your fed and cared for, ain't that right? He is after all, your guest."
Malon nodded vigorously, finally coming out of her stupor, "Yes Sir, of course." She threw her long leg over and slid off her horse, feet firmly hitting the ground as she prepared to unpack and place him back in the barn to be cared for later.
Ingo nodded his approval and walked away, allowing her to relax, she turned to Knil with a weak smile, "Thank you."
"Yeah whatever, so long as you keep your promise, your cover won't be blown." He waved her off as he headed into the ranch.
"Hey! Where are you going?" She shouted.
"To have a look around of course!" He yelled over his shoulder.
Nervously biting her bottom lip, she forced herself back to work, finishing unpacking and starting to tend the other animals. 'I hope I made the right decision…'
It was an oddly quaint place, with lots of room and plenty of green pasture for the animals. Yet it fascinated him, if only a little. His eyes took in the homey sites while his nose took in the pleasant fresh air, with just a hint of animal.
He walked calmly through the flock of chickens, which gave him weary glances but didn't attack, as they scuttled quickly out of his way so as not to touch him.
Spotting only a lonely windmill storage room on the other side of the pasture, he decided to weave his way through the barn, done exploring the open fields. Pushing open he brownish red door, he waited a moment to allow his eyes to adjust to the dim lighting.
His nose was hit with the scent of cow, horse, and hay. Altogether a mix of nice, and disturbing scents, which tickled his overly sensitive nose. It would take some getting used too, but it wasn't so bad.
He walked through the threshold, going down the aisles and past empty and occupied stalls. The cows mooed and moved to the back of their reserved spaces, pressing against the farthest wall, trying to stay away from him.
Smirking, he gave them a light snort of disgust before moving farther down the line, going past a few horses who were locked up instead of outside. They followed the cows farther back action, nickering nervously, eyes rolling in fear, the white showing clearly around their irises.
Shaking his head he moved on to the last two stalls, 'They fear me, as they should, those pathetic, weak minded creatures.'
He was stopped short, testily glaring at the last cow, which looked a bit old in its age. It's horns were rounded and dull from use, eyes lazy to the daily ruckus, and mind numb to fear it seemed.
Waiting for some reaction, he leaned forward, eying the cow with his unsettling gaze, hoping to set it off, for no reason in particular. But it did nothing; merely moo'd and licked his face with its slimy, rough, purple tongue.
The action caused him to sputter a bit, pride feeling a bit wounded, and mind a little confused.
He glared at the bovine, which stared dumbly back, and proceeded to wipe the sticky slime from his cheek.
"All right 'cow', I think it's time to teach you a lesson about messin' with me." He cracked his knuckles angrily.
He was interrupted from his teachings however, and turned to the sound of muffled giggles coming from his left.
"I see you've met your match. This here is Delilah. She's one of our prized milk cows. And the oldest, nothing scares her. Apparently, not even you."
Malon had stepped out of the empty stall, hand over her mouth to cover up her laughter, though her eyes still danced with mirth.
"Shut up. An old nag like that wouldn't be any match for me. She must be pretty stupid. The others have good enough sense to back off." He pouted/sulked.
"Actually, she's usually the first to sense danger. It would seem you don't look threatening enough."
She laughed lightly at his protruding bottom lip, reaching with one slender, well used hand, she wiped off a bit of cow spit he missed on his chin.
He stared at her for a moment, unsure of how to react.
Blinking she realized that she had actually touched him willingly and without thought, curious blue orbs focused on the hand; where a tingling sensation was currently running through it.
Swallowing the sudden lump in her throat, she laughed nervously, letting her hand fall to her side. After a moment he did too.
They had stood there for a few moments, laughing nervously, before Knil cleared his throat to break the awkward atmosphere.
"So… You got Nyx put away?" Well if that wasn't the most pitiful attempt to start a conversation, he mentally berated himself.
"Yeah, um, gave him a short bath and put him in the paddock outside. His stall is right across from Delilah's here, I was just in there getting it ready for him later tonight when I saw you." She laughed lightly at his annoyed glare.
"Oh come on, you have to admit it was kinda funny. You were getting ready to fight an old cow because it licked you." She poked him lightly in the chest. She found herself touching him a lot lately, she realized, but opted to ignore it.
After all, she hadn't ever really had a human friend, her dad was always sleeping, and Mr. Ingo cared about her, but was too committed to work to be a friendly face. And Link… Link was a hero without the time of day to spend with her, even after all the evil had been destroyed; she was just the girl who raised Epona.
Was it so bad to want a little attention and human contact?
Her heart was already making room for this dark stranger; she could feel it, her willing acceptance to help him, and the trust that welled up in her. She must really be crazy, but wouldn't that make her horse too, he had accepted Knil, didn't even put up a fuss when he rode with her on him.
She could feel a headache coming on, too much deep thought into something that should have been easy. Maybe this man could be her friend; she couldn't help it as her heart swelled with hope at this thought.
He was about to make a defensive reply when he heard a shout outside the barn, looking up to a window he noticed the sun was already setting in the west, barely casting it's orange glow.
The shout came again, but this time more clearly.
"I think someone's calling you."
"Really?" She looked up to the window like he had before, a light gasp escaping.
"Oh no, it's almost dinner time! I have to go and cook." Without another word she dashed by Knil, and was out the door before he could turn and ask her what 'dinner' was.
Shaking his head, a slight smirk worming its way to his face, he trudged after her, at a much slower, lazy pace.
It had only taken a few minutes before he was at the house door; opening it he was immediately hit with the smell of freshly cooking food.
Damn that woman was fast.
He had taken a moment to survey his surroundings, it was a simple room, with a staircase on the right, and a small kitchen to he left. The curvy red head was working in said kitchen.
Her hands worked furiously over the surface, from stirring a pot, to flipping meat on a frying pan, to mixing some odd brown sauce like substance and turning off the fire under a big pot, which was covered by a metallic lid.
He felt a sudden nag on his consciousness, a voice in the back of his mind that he wasn't sure was his, whispering to him.
Waiting till she seemed finished with the hectic work, and as she turned off the last burner, he snuck up behind her silently, smirking all the way, it seemed around her his face would always hold one.
She sighed and wiped the back of her right hand across her forehead, and allowed herself a moment to relax before she started setting the plates.
Her back had snapped straight so fast she could almost hear it, a small squeak/shriek came from her petite form.
Behind her, was a man with silver hair, a black tunic, an almost irksome devilish smirk seemingly plastered to his pale face, and mischievously glinting red orbs, of which were currently staring at her amusedly; was holding her about he waist with both hands wrapped one over the other, securely held in their positions.
With her right hand covering her beating heart, she turned slightly in his grasp, giving him an exasperated snort and a slight annoyed glare; she used her left hand to swat him lightly on his right shoulder.
"Don't scare me like that!"
Her only response was a smug look from the dark man holding her.
"Erg, you're so difficult." She turned and crossed her arms over her chest and sulked.
He laughed lightly, before whispering softly into her ear "What did you cook? The scent alone makes my mouth water. Is this what 'dinner' is?"
She stared blankly at him for a moment, before a light blush swept over her cheeks, and she turned away, abashed at the probably unintentional compliment.
"Yeah this is dinner. It's nothing really, just Mash Potatoes & Gravy, with Steak, and steamed Carrots n' Cabbage." She said shyly, pointing to each dish as she named them off.
He seemed to be distracted though, as her scent came to him, with a more addictive note which had his senses singing, and left him hungry in a way he could not describe. Nodding lightly against her shoulder to show he was, even if only a little, still listening. His nose saught more, pressing eagerly into her fiery hair to get more of her unique smell.
Mind which had previously held whispers suddenly became foggy and lethargic, eyelids closing lazily over red orbs. His body became amazingly relaxed, as he was content to stand there and simply bask in her warmth and scent.
'No one else will have her' the voice concluded, and he couldn't agree with it more. Arms cinched themselves tighter around her middle, pulling her flush against him in a display of possessiveness he had yet to truely understand, as lips pulled back to bare his teeth at an unknown enemy, instincts directing him.
She shifted to make herself more comfortable in his now iron grip, causing her entire backside to rub against him in an unintentionally sensual way. The action brought a lazy moan from his lips at the friction caused, nuzzling his nose up her neck he lightly nipped it to show his appreciation.
Breathing came shorter, her heart beating erratically against her rib cage, trying to break free as she stood frozen.
The light brushes of his nose in her hair caused her to shiver, his hot breath cascaded down her neck, creating goose bumps along her body.
The contact was producing foreign warmth in her lower belly, while she allowed herself to relax in his strong hold, placing her dainty hands over his larger ones on her stomach.
Suddenly he tightened his grip, causing her to become uncomfortable as the buckle on his sword belt dug into her back slightly. She wiggled a little and dislodged it.
Lungs had promptly stopped functioning for a few moments as she heard a moan escape his lips next to her ear. The reverberating sound echoed throughout her being and chest, causing pleasant sensations to run through her as he nuzzled and lovingly bit at the soft flesh of her neck.
Feeling a little light headed and drugged from his warm embrace and presence, her face flushed lightly, she unconsciously pressed back into his chest, moving her body against his timidly, trying to get a replay of his previous actions since he apparently liked whatever she had done.
Her efforts were rewarded when he pressed back into her, lightly grinding his hips instinctively against her. He wasn't thinking, or controlling his actions anymore, as his teeth sunk into the side of her neck, licking and sucking on it gently.
She moaned softly, eyes closed, mind blank, and tilted her head to the side to give him better access. He growled appreciatively, sucking and biting harder, before finally pulling away; but not before leaving a bright red mark where his mouth had been.
His eyes were half lidded and cloudy, when he suddenly snapped to attention, all fogginess gone from his mind as his eyes opened wide. The sounds of approaching footsteps were caught in his ears.

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Haha. Cliffhanger. Sorry the chapter is so short, I couldn't think of anything else to put in it. It wasn't a mature chapter, just a slight lemon, not really.
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