Fan Fiction ❯ In The MoonLight ❯ Malik ( Chapter 2 )
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By: YamiYugiGal 
Irisa and Legolas set off to find Malik
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Angst / Action / Adventure / Suspense | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.03.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 156 | Status: Work In Progress
Irisa and Legolas set off to find Malik
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Angst / Action / Adventure / Suspense | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.03.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 156 | Status: Work In Progress
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Long before the sun was supposed to sey, Irisa had put on a cloak and some gloves to cover her flesh and was now in the stables grooming the horse she intended to ride.
Legolas entered silently, although he knew better than to try to be stealthy; vampires could sense presences almost as well as Elves. She knew he was there. He began checking things around, tightening the straps of his quiver, and checking his pouch's contents. All this was done without speaking, and it was a long while before he said something to her. "Good morrow. I could not find you, for I did not yet know you were down here. I had to find and ask your attendant where you had gone. She told me you'd departed already, which put me to some discomfort, for I thought you'd gone without me against my father's wishes." he said it all as if he were making a report, but perhaps he was just saying it to fill in the time before they left.
Irisa laughed softly, and looked from the white mare. "No, the sun was still out and I had awoken early and was able to come this far without cooking myself. Besides, I know your father would have been upset with me if I had not obeyed his wishes."
All of the things looked well. Legolas nodded. "We shall take these two, then, my father's very best steeds." He patted the nose of the one with gray spots. "This one was once mine..." He trailed off as he led the horse out into the sunlight. It showed golden on the palace and the trees, making the place seem surreal and full of magic.
Irisa stayed in the shadows and lifted her cloak back up to cover her flesh from the sunlight, and led her horse out of the stables. "Come, the sooner we leave the quicker, I may get this over with." She said, mounting the horse, and lowered her head a little from the sunlight. He only nodded, and flew onto the back of the horse quite daintily. For some reason, he blushed a bit.
He felt sorry for her, for her head was lowered to protect her delicate face from its dangerous rays, and he pitied her for the fact that she could not see full well the beauty that surrounded the palace. He whispered softly to the horses, to carry them both safe and swift to the house of Malik. They darted off.
Once the sun had fully set, could Irisa look up again. She had removed the hood, and gloves off her, and looked at the landmarks around them. She whispered something to the horse. She knew some Elvish, but not much… Only what she had been taught as a child. The horse took off fast on an unmarked trail.
Legolas followed closely behind on his horse, and smiled a bit. He was impressed that she knew some of the Elfish tongue. They wove in and out of the trees and the night air was cool and comforting on their skin.
For miles they rode through an unmade trail, Irisa every so often would stop to allow both horses to rest, while she scanned for the next inviting trail. It was as if she were looking for tracks, but ones that could not be seen. For yet two more hours they rode until they came to a stop in front of a small cottage, and outside stood someone awaiting them.
"Malik..." Irisa stated almost in a whisper.
Sitting up straight on the back of his horse, his senses alerted, Legolas craned his neck to get a good look at the figure standing before the cottage. It was small and made all of stone, and the roof was of thatched reeds. Smoke of a strange colour wafted up from the tiny chimney, and light shown golden through all of the windows, casting little yellow rectangles on the ground outside. They neared, and he cautiously called out a greeting to the person in the darkness.
Malik smiled as he watched both riders on their horses come close to him, and watched as Irisa dismounted, and bowed to her. "Princess Irisa, I knew you would come."
Irisa arched an auburn brow at the man. "Then you will know what it is I have come here to do?" She questioned.
He nodded, "Of course, you have come to me in hopes I may aid you on removing the vampire soul from within you."
Irisa was impressed. "Yes." She tossed a bag of gold coins to him, which he caught easily. "What is it I must do, I wish to get this over with."
Malik tucked the purse of coins into his cloak. "Come inside, and I will tell you." He looked to the Elf. "Ye, may also wish to come." He stated, turning around, and headed on inside Irisa following close behind the man.
Legolas followed them both in silence.
As they entered the tiny cottage, the pungent odor of sulfuric smoke barraged them. All across the ceiling hung the strangest herbs they'd ever laid eyes upon. A giant cauldron bubbled over the fire in the great hearth in the corner. The light cast from it flickered over the strange and exotic objects that sat around in cobwebby cloaks, and made the most bizarre shadows on the walls. The Elf felt inexplicably alarmed, and glanced over at Irisa. He wondered if she too, felt a bit uncomfortable.
Irisa was used to these types of places, having been forced in 200 years ago to sleep in all the worst type of places, but it did not phase her, only disgusted her slightly. She watched as Malik moved over to an open book, and stood across from him watching him, and looked over to Legolas to see he was a little uneasy. 'Don't worry Legolas.' She sent to him through the mind gift that the Korman'shi have.
Malik scanned the pages of the book and began to mix some herbs and other various things into a bowl like thing. "Irisa...You will need the blood of an Elf or Dwarf...I know you wish to remain immortal, and those are your only two options, and seeing as you have an elf here all you would need to do is drink a little bit of his blood." Malik stated as he began mixing up the herbs he had.
The words startled him, and the fact that they had been spoken so matter-of-factly. Legolas blinked, and the surprise showed on his face. This was something that he had not in a thousand years, would have foresaw. There was a strange feeling deep inside him, but he remembered the things that his father had said. He forced himself into a passive mood, and watched the man leaning over his bowl of herbs.
"You act as if this is normal to you." Irisa hissed, anger burning in her eyes, never in all her life had she had the blood of an elf, and she did not intend to start. Malik didn't have to look up to know she was angry.
"Then you wish to remain trapped forever in the darkness." He stated matter-of-factly.
Irisa looked down and balled her hands into fists; she wanted to ring the spell caster's neck.
It was an awkward moment for the Elf. He did not know what to think or do, and his hands hung painfully helpless at his sides. His dark eyes darted back and forth from Irisa to Malik, and back again. His gaze finally settled on Malik. "'Tis...all right... Tell me so that I know what I must do."
She must drink from you, only the little drink, as her kind calls it, you will be fine I can tell she doesn't like touching, nor hurting Elves." Malik stated, as he tossed in the last herb, and began to chant something under his breath. Irisa glared daggers at the man, and felt a gentle hand land on her shoulder, and looked to meet Legolas' eyes.
'It shall only be a little... and then it shall help you to be free of this curse. All will be well.' He whispered to her softly in his own mind's voice. He smiled slightly at her, then nodded towards the mixture in the bowl that looked nigh finished.
Irisa sighed in defeat. "Very well." She drew Legolas into her embrace and lowered her lips towards his neck. "I'm sorry I have to do this to you." She whispered, and as gently as she could, sank her fangs into the soft flesh and began to drink. A sigh coming from her lips as the blood filled her mouth, and traveled down her throat. After about 40 seconds, she drew back from the neck and bit her tongue and ran it over the wound. She watched the Vampire kiss vanish, let go of Legolas, and looked to see Malik standing there.
"You must now drink this. Once it is in your system, you will fall into a deep and profound sleep. For four days, your soul will endure the biggest fears you have ever had and which you have managed to hide over the 350 years of your life. If you should fail, you will die, and your soul will be forced to wander alone in the world, knowing no peace." Malik stated.
Legolas was still reeling from the drain, that he hardly heard Malik's words. It felt strange... so strange... as though his strength was sapped from the inside of him. He stepped back, caught himself, and then the feeling quickly wore off. It haunted him a bit afterwards, however. He heard the last bit of the spellcaster's words to the Vampiress, and furrowed his brows.
"Whatever the risk, I don't care. Just anything to be rid of this life." She said. Malik nodded and placed the brew into her hands.
"Very well, drink, and once it is gone… you will slip into darkness." Irisa looked at the brew and opened her mouth and drank the foul smelling stuff until it was all gone. Once it was, her eyes rolled up into her head and she fell backwards, only to be caught by Malik who grunted. "For a female Blood-drinker she is heavy." He gave her to Legolas, and was quite happy to feel the marble-like Vampire gone from his grasp. "Her body must be left outside in the sunlight, bound down until the third night. But after that, release her. The Vampire in her will win at night, but if she is out in the daylight, she stands a chance. Go now, her inner battle will begin soon, and the Vampire will seek the safety of darkness." Malik ordered to Legolas.
With a mental snap, the Elf flew into action. He lifted the heavy sleeper and carried her out into the open air. With a strong Elven rope he'd stowed in one of their saddlebags, he bound Irisa tightly, and then made certain that she was secured safely to the horse's back. Then he mounted his own and rode off at a fairly slow pace, leading her horse behind his on the safest path he knew. As he rode, he whispered soft Elven chants and songs to her. He wondered if she could hear him in her trance-like state. Her face betrayed nothing, and was pale and motionless as stone. He continued to whisper small comforts, and whispered "I shall not leave your side in this great thing you must face. Know now, that you shall not be alone."
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Long before the sun was supposed to sey, Irisa had put on a cloak and some gloves to cover her flesh and was now in the stables grooming the horse she intended to ride.
Legolas entered silently, although he knew better than to try to be stealthy; vampires could sense presences almost as well as Elves. She knew he was there. He began checking things around, tightening the straps of his quiver, and checking his pouch's contents. All this was done without speaking, and it was a long while before he said something to her. "Good morrow. I could not find you, for I did not yet know you were down here. I had to find and ask your attendant where you had gone. She told me you'd departed already, which put me to some discomfort, for I thought you'd gone without me against my father's wishes." he said it all as if he were making a report, but perhaps he was just saying it to fill in the time before they left.
Irisa laughed softly, and looked from the white mare. "No, the sun was still out and I had awoken early and was able to come this far without cooking myself. Besides, I know your father would have been upset with me if I had not obeyed his wishes."
All of the things looked well. Legolas nodded. "We shall take these two, then, my father's very best steeds." He patted the nose of the one with gray spots. "This one was once mine..." He trailed off as he led the horse out into the sunlight. It showed golden on the palace and the trees, making the place seem surreal and full of magic.
Irisa stayed in the shadows and lifted her cloak back up to cover her flesh from the sunlight, and led her horse out of the stables. "Come, the sooner we leave the quicker, I may get this over with." She said, mounting the horse, and lowered her head a little from the sunlight. He only nodded, and flew onto the back of the horse quite daintily. For some reason, he blushed a bit.
He felt sorry for her, for her head was lowered to protect her delicate face from its dangerous rays, and he pitied her for the fact that she could not see full well the beauty that surrounded the palace. He whispered softly to the horses, to carry them both safe and swift to the house of Malik. They darted off.
Once the sun had fully set, could Irisa look up again. She had removed the hood, and gloves off her, and looked at the landmarks around them. She whispered something to the horse. She knew some Elvish, but not much… Only what she had been taught as a child. The horse took off fast on an unmarked trail.
Legolas followed closely behind on his horse, and smiled a bit. He was impressed that she knew some of the Elfish tongue. They wove in and out of the trees and the night air was cool and comforting on their skin.
For miles they rode through an unmade trail, Irisa every so often would stop to allow both horses to rest, while she scanned for the next inviting trail. It was as if she were looking for tracks, but ones that could not be seen. For yet two more hours they rode until they came to a stop in front of a small cottage, and outside stood someone awaiting them.
"Malik..." Irisa stated almost in a whisper.
Sitting up straight on the back of his horse, his senses alerted, Legolas craned his neck to get a good look at the figure standing before the cottage. It was small and made all of stone, and the roof was of thatched reeds. Smoke of a strange colour wafted up from the tiny chimney, and light shown golden through all of the windows, casting little yellow rectangles on the ground outside. They neared, and he cautiously called out a greeting to the person in the darkness.
Malik smiled as he watched both riders on their horses come close to him, and watched as Irisa dismounted, and bowed to her. "Princess Irisa, I knew you would come."
Irisa arched an auburn brow at the man. "Then you will know what it is I have come here to do?" She questioned.
He nodded, "Of course, you have come to me in hopes I may aid you on removing the vampire soul from within you."
Irisa was impressed. "Yes." She tossed a bag of gold coins to him, which he caught easily. "What is it I must do, I wish to get this over with."
Malik tucked the purse of coins into his cloak. "Come inside, and I will tell you." He looked to the Elf. "Ye, may also wish to come." He stated, turning around, and headed on inside Irisa following close behind the man.
Legolas followed them both in silence.
As they entered the tiny cottage, the pungent odor of sulfuric smoke barraged them. All across the ceiling hung the strangest herbs they'd ever laid eyes upon. A giant cauldron bubbled over the fire in the great hearth in the corner. The light cast from it flickered over the strange and exotic objects that sat around in cobwebby cloaks, and made the most bizarre shadows on the walls. The Elf felt inexplicably alarmed, and glanced over at Irisa. He wondered if she too, felt a bit uncomfortable.
Irisa was used to these types of places, having been forced in 200 years ago to sleep in all the worst type of places, but it did not phase her, only disgusted her slightly. She watched as Malik moved over to an open book, and stood across from him watching him, and looked over to Legolas to see he was a little uneasy. 'Don't worry Legolas.' She sent to him through the mind gift that the Korman'shi have.
Malik scanned the pages of the book and began to mix some herbs and other various things into a bowl like thing. "Irisa...You will need the blood of an Elf or Dwarf...I know you wish to remain immortal, and those are your only two options, and seeing as you have an elf here all you would need to do is drink a little bit of his blood." Malik stated as he began mixing up the herbs he had.
The words startled him, and the fact that they had been spoken so matter-of-factly. Legolas blinked, and the surprise showed on his face. This was something that he had not in a thousand years, would have foresaw. There was a strange feeling deep inside him, but he remembered the things that his father had said. He forced himself into a passive mood, and watched the man leaning over his bowl of herbs.
"You act as if this is normal to you." Irisa hissed, anger burning in her eyes, never in all her life had she had the blood of an elf, and she did not intend to start. Malik didn't have to look up to know she was angry.
"Then you wish to remain trapped forever in the darkness." He stated matter-of-factly.
Irisa looked down and balled her hands into fists; she wanted to ring the spell caster's neck.
It was an awkward moment for the Elf. He did not know what to think or do, and his hands hung painfully helpless at his sides. His dark eyes darted back and forth from Irisa to Malik, and back again. His gaze finally settled on Malik. "'Tis...all right... Tell me so that I know what I must do."
She must drink from you, only the little drink, as her kind calls it, you will be fine I can tell she doesn't like touching, nor hurting Elves." Malik stated, as he tossed in the last herb, and began to chant something under his breath. Irisa glared daggers at the man, and felt a gentle hand land on her shoulder, and looked to meet Legolas' eyes.
'It shall only be a little... and then it shall help you to be free of this curse. All will be well.' He whispered to her softly in his own mind's voice. He smiled slightly at her, then nodded towards the mixture in the bowl that looked nigh finished.
Irisa sighed in defeat. "Very well." She drew Legolas into her embrace and lowered her lips towards his neck. "I'm sorry I have to do this to you." She whispered, and as gently as she could, sank her fangs into the soft flesh and began to drink. A sigh coming from her lips as the blood filled her mouth, and traveled down her throat. After about 40 seconds, she drew back from the neck and bit her tongue and ran it over the wound. She watched the Vampire kiss vanish, let go of Legolas, and looked to see Malik standing there.
"You must now drink this. Once it is in your system, you will fall into a deep and profound sleep. For four days, your soul will endure the biggest fears you have ever had and which you have managed to hide over the 350 years of your life. If you should fail, you will die, and your soul will be forced to wander alone in the world, knowing no peace." Malik stated.
Legolas was still reeling from the drain, that he hardly heard Malik's words. It felt strange... so strange... as though his strength was sapped from the inside of him. He stepped back, caught himself, and then the feeling quickly wore off. It haunted him a bit afterwards, however. He heard the last bit of the spellcaster's words to the Vampiress, and furrowed his brows.
"Whatever the risk, I don't care. Just anything to be rid of this life." She said. Malik nodded and placed the brew into her hands.
"Very well, drink, and once it is gone… you will slip into darkness." Irisa looked at the brew and opened her mouth and drank the foul smelling stuff until it was all gone. Once it was, her eyes rolled up into her head and she fell backwards, only to be caught by Malik who grunted. "For a female Blood-drinker she is heavy." He gave her to Legolas, and was quite happy to feel the marble-like Vampire gone from his grasp. "Her body must be left outside in the sunlight, bound down until the third night. But after that, release her. The Vampire in her will win at night, but if she is out in the daylight, she stands a chance. Go now, her inner battle will begin soon, and the Vampire will seek the safety of darkness." Malik ordered to Legolas.
With a mental snap, the Elf flew into action. He lifted the heavy sleeper and carried her out into the open air. With a strong Elven rope he'd stowed in one of their saddlebags, he bound Irisa tightly, and then made certain that she was secured safely to the horse's back. Then he mounted his own and rode off at a fairly slow pace, leading her horse behind his on the safest path he knew. As he rode, he whispered soft Elven chants and songs to her. He wondered if she could hear him in her trance-like state. Her face betrayed nothing, and was pale and motionless as stone. He continued to whisper small comforts, and whispered "I shall not leave your side in this great thing you must face. Know now, that you shall not be alone."