AN: This is my first published fanfic and I hope y'all will get used to my crazy ass self. please read and review, heaven knows I need all the help I can get. I WILL NOT be updating regularly, caus' you know I actually do have a life. have fun, go nutso, AND BE SAFE.

Disclaimer: I think y'all know this ,but I'll say it anyway, I don't own Fairytail or it's characters. I only mess with their sanity every once in a while.

Blood Pools

(James)

All fairies day- a celebration of the dead golden age fairies

I sit in my window staring out as dawn ebbs into Magnolia, bring with it the pain that accompanies every day. I slowly uncurl my limbs from the position that I always sleep in curled into a ball on my windowsill. As I uncurl from my position my barely healed scabbed cuts from last night open slightly letting blood drip into a pool on my skin, and then to the floor. This feeling always helps me stay in control. Something about the way the blood drips keeps me sane.

I move off the windowsill, and grab a towel to mop up the blood, replacing the knife I used last night. Then I get dressed, first jeans, then the armor chestplate my grandmother had made for me on a black t-shirt. I walk to my door and open it to hear my sister Natalia and Ian , her boyfriend/my best friend, going at it like rabbits in their room. This is how our morning routine begins.

"Hey keep it down you two, or you'll wake the whole neighborhood." I shout through the door as I bang on it.

"well if you don't like it get your own house" my sister shoots back before going back to moaning with delight.

" it'll be on your head if we get kicked out of here sis" I say smirking typical. I walk down the hall to the kitchen, and drag open the one working appliance in the house, the fridge. shit why don't we have any goddamn food? oh yeah that's right Natalia ate all the goddamn food. I think shaking my head, i swear that girl could eat a restaurant out of business.

I hear a door open, and Ian practically bouncing to the Kitchen. Then I hear another set of foot steps, lighter, I also hear a door slam.

" you know sis, eating a lot of food can cause weight gain, I would think you would want to watch your figure, with what you do at night"

I hear Ian almost choke " Oh brother how naive of you to think that, actually I need the energy to keep up." My sister said with equal mix sass and mischief. "isn't that right Ian?"

With that he really did choke, as i turn he's blushing like a tomato too. he's wearing his jeans and t-shirt and drinking or rather spitting out water. my sister sits on a stool in her "traditional" underwear and bra, she doesn't get dressed till after breakfast.

"get some clothes on sis. we have to shop for food today." i sigh " then we need to go to the cemetery and pay our respects to mom and dad," i see her retreating down the hall.

"hey Ian are you going to your parents grave," i direct my gaze to him and smile,

" obviously what else would i do?" he stated "I wish i could have been there to heal our parents" as he said this a dark shadow covered his features.

"hey we were 5 at the time, there is no way we could have saved them." i say i may be a depressed wreck but he isn't allowed to be.

"I wish i still had a sibling like you then at least i would feel that i had a reason for staying away" Ian stated matter-of-fact like.

"you don't mean that Ian." I sigh crossing the room to the coat rack taking my fathers coat off the rack. A lamb-skin coat with wolf fur trim my granddad made it specially for dad.

I remember when dad gave it to me. it was the day he.. the day he died. I suddenly feel my eyes stinging with tears. " give me a second to a.. change clothes." i say to Ian as i turn running past Natalia as she enters the room. i run down down the hall to my room and once i close it I take off my shirt and breastplate. I whisper "requip" and my moon dagger appears in my hand. A simple arabian style knife with a moonstone, and obsidian jeweled hilt. I swung my hand to my upper arm and slashed the skin there. the pain bringing my emotional pain back down the voices and doubts quieting them, as the blood once again pooled on the floor.