Chapter Text
Prologue
He had woken up. Once again, he had woken up. He looked around. His room was as he had left it. His coffin was sitting in the middle of the white furry carpet that he hated. How many times had he thought about throwing it away just to be stopped by the memory of the smile that forced him to get it. “It makes it easy to know which one is yours” Had he said. It was cheaper than buying a special coffin, not that he was short of money in any way.
The red curtains were drawn, but it was easy to tell that it was night time. It was impossible that he would wake up during the day. A ray of moonlight formed a white line on the empty wall facing him, just as empty as the room around him. He always thought that it was way too big for a simple coffin and a carpet.
There was a time where it felt small, but whenever he was alone, he felt the imposing empty space to be suffocating. He headed to the double wooden door that lead to the corridor. The windows of the long alleyway faced the forest behind the mansion. He noticed a small garden before the uncontrollable sea of trees took over on the mountain. It looks like my new attendant is an adept gardener. He would meet them soon enough. Having evidently sensed his presence upon his awakening, he could feel a presence going up the stairs on the right.
‘Did you have a nice sleep Master Ganon?’ After the attendant finished bowing, he was able to clearly see the new face that would hover around him until the time came again. The man had white hair even though he looked to be only over twenty years old. He wore a white suit with a red cloak that rose and covered the back of his neck, yet he chose to wear purple make-up under his black eyes. A fashion sense that Ganon had a hard time understanding.
‘Why the cloak?’ He asked.
‘Because it looks FABULOUS!’ His attendant said as he flicked it behind him with his left arm.
Noticing that his master was not impressed, he suddenly came to a realisation.
‘Oh, but listen to me. I’m being positively uncivil. Allow me to introduce myself. I have been tasked of attending to your needs by my predecessor. I am Ghirahim. My friends call me Lord Ghirahim.’
Feeling too lethargic to pick up on his attendant’s behaviour Ganon preferred to satisfy his curiosity.
‘What year is it?
-1978 sir.’
1978. So he had slept for 243 years. It was shorter than the last sleep. Humans seemed to be reproducing faster and faster as time went on.
‘Tell me about the times. I need to be able to fit in.’ As he walked confidently towards the eastern stairs, he wobbled slightly. This didn’t go unnoticed by his attendant.
‘Perhaps you would like to have a meal before we talk ? I have prepared one according to the notes that my predecessors left for me. I hope it suits your taste.
-Very well. I expect all my suits un dusted and one of them ready for me to wear when I am finished.’
Leaving no time for Ghirahim to respond, he headed to the basement. True to the rest of the manor, the basement boasted a very high ceiling and vast space. There were no rooms. Instead, small areas were separated by metal bars. Each individual area was fitted with hay. By the smell, it was obvious that it was fresh. His attendants never let the hay grow old. Except for the ones forming a line in the middle of the area, each cage had one wall equipped with a small barred window facing the outside. It was always amusing to see the look on the face of the livestock as they stared at the freedom that they could never hope to achieve again. Today’s meal was no exception. Hiding his presence, Ganon observed the young boy as he sat, lifeless.
Ghirahim had done well to cater for his taste. Ganon had acquired a special preference over the years, and as time passed, the less he could be satisfied by anything else.
Young boy. Blonde. Blue eyes. Pierced ears.
These were the requirements so that he could fully enjoy a meal.
Suddenly, a wave of thrill surged throughout his body.
The boy had noticed him.
He had noticed him and was trembling in fear. The vampire dug his fingers into his arms while staring at the fear taking over inside the boy’s eyes. This is it. I’ve missed this.
The prey was already caught. All that it could do was look at his impending doom, unmoving. As soon as he noticed that someone else was in the room he knew that it was useless to ask for help. He could see a smile gradually forming on the face of the man that leaned against the wall. His blood coloured hair was pulled back with a golden head band which oddly didn’t clash with his black suit. He tried to stop looking into his eyes but was unable to control his fixation of their unworldly colour.
Ganon took one step and stopped. The boy’s entire body shook along with the movement of the master’s feet and froze as he stopped. Pleasure built up inside of the predator as he took another step and got the same reaction. Unable to hold back a smile, his sharp canines were now visible, letting the prey finally able to picture its end. It closed its eyes as it let its head fall back and tears fall out of its eyes.
‘What a bad boy, closing your eyes at such a crucial moment.’
In the fraction of a second Ganon had come next to the boy and was whispering in his ear. He forced one eye open with his fingers. Once he had established eye contact, his red irises began to glow so that the colour almost merged with his golden pupils. Now, it was impossible for the boy to close his eyes. He had to look straight into the eyes that filled with joy as his filled with fear. The difference in height was such that his captor could keep eye contact while his teeth were teasing the nape of his frail neck.
On.
Off.
On.
Off
The teasing lasted for two minutes. Two minutes of fangs being almost pushed through the flesh, then taken away. Unable to take it anymore, the young boy cried in desperation.
'Just...Get it over with already.’ he managed to articulate. He had lost his humanity. He had been reduced to a toy. A simple toy who had no more control over his end and could only wait for the inevitable.
Ganon smiled. He loved this moment. The moment when the prey realises that they have lost all control, where they left him in charge of the most important thing that a life form can possess. Their very own life. Unable to control his hunger after his long slumber, he dug his fangs into the delicate neck that was presented to him, and sucked out all the blood that the young body could offer. Energy rushed through his body as the corpse in front of him shrivelled. The moon, continuing it’s celestial course, was facing the small window, shining it’s subtle light on the blood stained lips of the vampire.
He stood, and walked towards it, thinking of the world outside of the manor, the world that he was in. They would meet again. It was a fate that neither of them could change if they wanted to.
‘Hurry up and find me.’
‘Link.’