Keeping Nightmares In the Light

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, or Ink, 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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-Shadow Thief Wolf- Thanks again for the Review!

-Flyerec- Thanks for the tips! I went back and fixed the ones I found. Its good to know what I'm getting wrong, it makes me work harder:)

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-Emeraldcrow- Thanks for the idea, I was gonna do something like it anyway, but just to have someone else think it's a good idea made it stick for me :), Thanks again or the review! Much love to you for stickin' with me!

-Haru- Thank you so much! I know, its like, how did he figure all that out? He's been stuck in either the Shadow Realm or The Mirror room in the Water Temple, what did he do, read as a pass time, or spy on Link or something? I go crazy with grammar, I'm very picky, usually I only miss a few but I'll go back an change them if I see em. Malon wasn't talking Southern in the barn, or at all, it was Knil, and that was only cuz it made it more funny in my opinion. I'm trying to make Knil and Malon be the ones who can speak properly, while the two farm guys speak Southern, it's believable, since Malon is so proper and what not. And Thanks again for the review and compliments! It seriously makes me feel appreciated, especially when people pick out all the things others miss and compliment them individually, that way I know what people like.

-JustS- Thanks for the review! Makes me feel like I'm eating a hot brownie :3

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Now onto the next chapter! To Dinner!

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Chapter Four: Dinner

He inhaled her scent one last time, before reluctantly pulling away completely, cursing whoever was coming and breaking up whatever they had been heading towards doing.

He heard her whimper at the loss and leaned forward to whisper in her ear.

"Someone's coming." He hadn't wanted to do it, but he had to.

Snapping out of her euphoria, she nodded, still a little groggy, and set to work on throwing the plates quickly on the table, placing the silver ware and food in their rightful places, just in time for Mr. Ingo to walk in.

The farmer didn't even look at them, placing his pitchfork in the corner of the room, and sat down in a chair set around the circular table.

They seemed to both breath a sigh of relief, letting out the air they had unconsciously held in their lungs.

A few moments later another man walked through the door, this time a much shorter, and chubby looking man, with a thick brown beard and mustache.

Smiling she said a quick hello to him, when he returned the gesture he finally saw Knil standing next to her. He leaned forward a little and scratched his head lazily with a yawn.

"'Ey don' I know ya?" He rubbed his eyes sleepily.

"No daddy, this is Mr. Knil, he'll be staying for a while till his wounds heal." She smiled sweetly at her father.

"O' really? Well then, Mr. Knil, it's a pleasure ta meet ya my name's Talon. My little girl here's been takin' good care o' ya I hope?" His hand extended to shake Knil's.

"Yes Sir, she's been taking good care of me." Out of the corner of his eye he gave her a smirk. "Very good care." He said under his breath, meant only for her ears.

"Well I'm glad to 'ear it my boy, now lets eat shall we? I could smell my Malon's cookin' all the way out in the barn." The old ranch owner rubbed his hands together, finding a place to sit next to Mr. Ingo.

Knil turned to her and did a little bow, his right hand outstretched towards two empty seats.

"Ladies first." With his hair over his face, she couldn't see the grin that appeared.

She nodded politely with a smile, walking past him to the chair. Almost jumping out of her skin, she quickly placed her hand over her mouth to stop the shriek from escaping, while a furious blush erupted over her cheeks.

His hand tingled from the slap a bit but it had felt nice, and just to see her reaction was, in his opinion, priceless.

Her butt felt a little sore as she quickly sat down before he could pull anything else. She willed the redness in her cheeks to fade and looked intently at her plate as the dark man sat on her right.

The two other men were oblivious, already having a fight about farm work and how Talon was lazy an blah blah blah.

"You ok? You look a little warm." He whispered in her ear innocently.

She sent a glare his way and lightly slapped his shoulder, too late did she notice the other men in the room that looked up.

"Malon, ya shouldn't be hittin' our guest, 'specially since ya say he's injured." Her father shook his short stubby finger at her.

Head bent she could only manage to grumble an irritated "Sorry."

"Now let's dig in! I'm starved." The large man stated, and clapped his hands together.

As they began to fill their plates, the two men started arguing again, over what she didn't bother to find out.

Fork almost to her mouth, her body seized up. A large strong hand was currently rubbing her right knee gently under the table. She looked up only to see Knil's face gauging her reactions with a leer, his left canine peeked out over his bottom lip, adding to the image.

Her face flushed once more and she turned away instead of glaring, trying to ignore him as she continued to eat.

'Stubborn woman.' He chuckled lightly under his breath at her futile attempts, he would get to her, to do what he wasn't sure yet, but he was gonna find out.

He let his hand travel up her jean clad, shapely legs, stopping just above her knee. She gave pause, but seemed to be able to continue to eat, though her blush seemed a little brighter.

He moved it higher, giving gentle squeezes and rubbing up and down her leg.

She wasn't sure how much more of this she could take, and she didn't want to make another scene in front of her father and the other ranch hand. But biting her lip could only do so much to stop the dirty sounds that threatened to come out of her mouth.

She refused to let him win; taking another bite of mash potatoes harshly she glared at the table, willing herself not to feel his large, warm hand. Or how it seemed to tickled her skin and set her lower belly on fire.

Damn it, those thoughts weren't helping her cause.

Her self control was draining too fast to be normal, she should have been fighting against his advances, but her body just didn't want to cooperate, and seemed to agree with his actions whole heartedly.

Blue orbs finally slid shut as his hand brushed against where her core was, her head rolled a little forward.

He watched in veiled amazement as his methods began to take affect on her. He brushed his hand against he core again, and her mouth parted, but didn't let out the sound he seemed to be looking for.

With renewed vigor he did it again, this time leaving his hand there and he rubbed her lightly.

Finally, a soft, almost inaudible moan came from her parted lips. So he repeated the action, this time her hips bucked weakly against his hand unconsciously.

Her breathing was starting to come shorter, a burning appeared ten fold in her lower belly. She struggled not to make a sound or movement, and her eyelids scrunched tighter together in an attempt to block him out.

But he was having none of that, his pride swelled at being able to get such a reaction out of her so easily, and he demanded more, even with the audience. His strong hand groped firmly over her core.

The action caused a strangled moan to finally escape her lips. The other two men at the circular table finally took notice.

Knil continued to eat with his right hand, still staring at her out of the corner of his eye, trying to make it look as if nothing had happened, as he withdrew his left hand from her body.

"Malon are ya alright girl? Your face is a mighty shade o' red, do ya have a fever?" Her father asked worriedly.

"No I'm fine, just a little tired, my head hurts. May I be excused?" She tried to cover up.

"O' course, go on ahead, we'll take care o' the dishes an food. While your up there would ya mind showin' young Knil here where he'll be stayin' for the night?"

She eyed the shadow man wearily, face finally going back to it's normal color, and nodded.

"Sure, this way please." She stood up and gestured for Knil to follow.

When they were up the stairs and through the door leading to the hallway, she whipped around, stabbing an accusing finger into his chest when he came to an abrupt halt behind her.

"You- you. Erg, what did you think you were doing back there!" She hissed quietly.

"I was doing something that seems to have brought you pleasure. Why is it that you fight it? I saw nothing wrong." He looked genuinely puzzled.

"You idiot! What's wrong with it is the fact that my father or Mr. Ingo could have seen! You don't do stuff like that in public, especially in front of family members!"

"Then you'd rather me do it to you in private? I suppose I can work with that." He smirked.

"No, I mean, I liked it, but we're not even getting married. It's wrong to do that to people you hardly know and aren't going to marry."

"So if I want to continue these advances, I will just have to marry you, is that correct?"

"Wha-well yes. But that's not the point." She spoke worriedly, not wanting to say the wrong thing.

"Then it's settled, you will marry me." He said with finality.

She thought she was going to faint. Here was a man, who was a 'dark' mirror image of the man she had loved and hoped to settle down with, but was the one asking for marriage. Link was getting married to Princess Zelda, so her dream life with him was crushed as it was anyway she supposed.

But, after only being around Knil for a day, she was more at ease with the Hero's shadow, than she had been with Him. It was an odd turn of events, and she wondered how it had happened.

Perhaps it had been the fact that he was trying to learn more about her, joked with her, and even flirted in his own way unknowingly. He was becoming all she had wished Link would be for her, but he had over looked her, and he was with the Princess now. And how could she blame him, she was a simple farm girl, how could she compete with royalty.

Maybe that was it, she was simply lonely and in need of company and attention, givin by someone other than her family and the animals. Well, with her sort of life it was not as though she could leave, and people rarely came to the ranch, much less guys who were suitable age for her to interact with, let alone marry.

But it felt like more than that, maybe that was why she fell for Link, but with Knil it was more than just an escape from this life of loneliness, she couldn't describe how, though, she just knew.

She looked back at the man she was currently falling in love with. And wondered why her heart felt more full for him than it had for Link, before he had broken her heart by getting married to Zelda.

She wondered in silence if this is what her horse had seen; that he may have been the Hero's 'darkness', but he was a completely separate entity, a neutral being who was only now free to choose his own path.

He stared back at her, wondering what she was thinking, and why it was taking her so long to reply.

Finally she spoke, "Do you know what marriage is?"

"No, not really. Is it something bad?"

"No. But it's not something to be taken lightly. When two people get married, it means they are bonded together for life, and will love each other unconditionally, and protect one another for the rest of their lives. And one day they may produce a child, who will carry on their legacy and repeat the process when they too are old enough." She spoke in even tones, trying to make her point. "Are you sure you're ready for that?"

He thought it over, he hadn't anticipated it would be such a big deal, but now that she explained it, he started to wonder. What would it be like to love, and be loved in return? Would it feel nice? To know that someone cared whether he lived or died?

"Think about it, and get back to me on it. For now lets get some rest. Your door is across from mine." She pointed to the opposite wall as they made it to her room.

"If you need anything, just ask, I'll change your bandages tomorrow."

"Hmm… alright. Thank you." He bowed again slightly, his brow furrowed in concentration as he walked through the door to his room, thinking deeply.

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Cliff Hanger again, kinda sucky uneventful chapter, but it was only meant for the dinner scene. The story will get going in the next chapter hopefully.