Another story, I have way too many ideas going on in my head right now…

Under no circumstances to I support the idea of rape, at all, it is purely for this story and I hate to do something like this to Lucy but… my minds messed up, what can I say.

The Dragon Slayer's Mark

Chapter One

Sting stumbled through the barely lit streets, his mind foggy and steps unsteady. He didn't know where he was, or where he was going, all he knew was he was tracking someone.

The scent.

The sweet, beautiful, intoxicating scent that drove him wild with even the faintest of sniffs. It was like… strawberries, blossoms and honey all rolled into one smell, and he couldn't get enough of it. The first time he ever smelt it was on the first day of the Grand Magic Games, it had only been faint, but he had a good enough nose to know it was coming from someone in Fairy Tail's team A. To think he was so riled up because of a damn fairy.

But he knew Rogue had smelt it too, he had seen it on his friend's stoic face, though he hid it well and obviously hadn't been effected by it like he had. That's why he was here, where ever here was, because Rogue had thought it a good idea that they go out and have a good night, just forget about girls and enjoy a drink or two… or ten.

The night was going fairly well, Rufus had passed out and Orga was singing his dreadful lyrics, Rogue was still sober and Sting was actually having fun, until her scent had to catch his nose, she must have been walking home, or had passed by earlier that day, but he smelt her, and now, with no one to stop him, he was following it.

He had longed to take her that first day they "met", but Salamander was there, he was in his way from obtaining what he now desperately desired. He fought back his urges, not because he was good like that, but because it would go against his dragon origins, he couldn't take another's girl. But that was when his mind was clear and rational, now everything was hazy, he didn't give a shit about what was right and what was wrong, he just wanted what he desired most. And what he desired most, is to ravish her, to claim her and show every other dirty fucker in the word that she belongs to him; to make Lucy Heartfilia his.

He finally found what he assumed was her home, as the trail went through the door and he could tell that the window on the second floor was hers, something in him simply just knew. "Oh Lucy," he muttered lowly, he could smell Salamander's scent, knew that he used the vines that grew up the wall to climb up to her window. He gripped the trendels and began to hoist himself up, it was difficult considering he was intoxicated with alcohol, but finally, he made it.

Pushing on the window caused it to open and somewhere, in the dark, sober, corner of his mind, the realisation that the window wasn't locked angered him, she was obviously waiting for him to come through and spend the night.

Pushing it from his thoughts, he rolled into her bedroom and straight onto her bed with a slight huff and he lay there in a slight daze, his head pounding due to the fall. Running his hand through his messy blonde hair, he realised he was lying across Lucy's legs as they wiggled underneath him. Breathing out, his head seemed to clear slightly, he pushed himself up and crawled down her body, till he was hovering over her, he took a moment to admire her perfect beauty, how her soft skin gleamed in the moonlight that washed across her, and the way her blonde hair fanned out across her pillow making her look like a goddess trapped in a human body. He dropped his head down so his cheek was brushing hers, his breath puffed out against her ear, and gently brushed his knuckles across her other cheek.

"Natsu," he heard her groan, and a sharp jab of anger shot though him, how dare she be thinking about him when he was here in her bed with her. "Get out of my bed," she mumbled, clearly beginning to wake up as her eyelids fluttered against his temple and she shifted under him, her hands barely brushed his chest in a pathetic attempt to remove him.

"Sorry, I'm not going anywhere," he lifted his head just barely before crashing his lips down on hers. Whatever sleep Lucy had still been clinging to, disbursed like a balloon being popped with a needle. She let out a muffled cry of shock as her eye's shot open, she shoved against Sting but he could have just been a heavy weight on top of her rather than a human for all the good it did her.

He broke away, sensing she needed air and instead busied his mouth by nipping and sucking her delicate neck. "Sting?" she gasped, eyes wild and her fingers wound into his hair to try and pull him away, "Stop it! Sting!" she was panicking, he could hear it in her voice as she spoke.

"I've waited so long for this Lucy, why stop now?" he muttered against her skin as he slipped the straps of her night gown from her shoulders, ignoring her protests as he pulled it all the way down, sitting up momentarily so he could push it down to her waist.

He smirked as the plentiful mounds where set free from their restraint, he wasted no time in dipping his head down and drawing her nipple into his mouth, suckling on it, completely ignoring her cries of distress and the way she thrashed around her his weight, instead giving her other breast a quick see too with his free hand, the other slipping down under her night grown and under her panties.

"Oh Mavis no! Sting! Please don't do it, please!" she cried, trying to sit up but he held her down with his body, her nails dug into his back as she tried to loosen his hold on her. "Natsu!" she screamed desperately, she threw her arm out, trying to grasp her keys which were lying on the bedside table.

The name made him freeze, slowly; he sat up drawing his hand back up to grab her wrist and to stop her movement. "Lucy," he whispered, "You don't need him anymore, you have me."

"No! No Sting you're drunk! Please don't do this," tears where rolling down her cheeks and it caused a frown to break out across his handsome face.

"No, no, no, I know exactly what I'm doing," he cooed, using his thumbs to brush away her tears, but she could smell the alcohol on his breath and she only continued to mutter, begging him quietly to stop. "You'll be mine by the end of the night baby," he whispered, pulling his shirt over his head and smiling at her briefly.

He sat up on his knees, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his trousers, his hardened member springing free and he let out a moan of relief, "Are you ready baby?" he moaned, but no matter what he answer would have been, he wouldn't have taken any notice to it. He ripped off her panties and immediately lined himself up.

"Sting, please no, you don't have to do this!" she whimpered, her eyes where wide with fright and she had long knocked her key ring onto the floor when she had tried to reach them. He ignored her, instead dropping his body over hers, his lips pressed against her bare shoulder and he murmured sweet nothings to her.

"If we're going to be together, then this has to be done, otherwise Salamander will get in the way," he finished, and Lucy clenched her eyes shut, there was nothing she could do, this was going to really happen, he was going to take away the little purity she had left, why hadn't Natsu come for her? Didn't he say that he would always come for her? To rescue her when she needed rescuing?

He snapped his hips forwards at the same time biting down on her shoulder, hard enough to break the skin and Lucy let out a scream.

But it wasn't a scream of pain, or terror. No, it was a scream, using all the will power she had left, a scream for her most trusted spirit, one that would always come no matter what or where she was; "LOKI!"

Immediately, the familiar bright light that usually brought comfort to her; brought nothing but stricken terror as the lion came through his gate. "Princess, what-" he was cut off from his usual greeting as he saw the state his master was in. "Oi you bastard, get you filthy paws off her!" he screamed, his fist coated in light, he swung for him, punching Sting right in the jaw and then grabbing him by his hair and ripping from on top of Lucy.

"Hey, fuck you," Sting slurred, his mind once again becoming hazy now he was away from Lucy, his arms swung pathetically as he tried to release the lions hold on him.

"How dare you violate my princess like that, you fucking prick!" Loki was beyond angry, his sanity seemed to have snapped the moment he'd seen what the man had done to his beloved master, his whole body shook and his face was contorted in rage.

"Loki," the frightened, weak, voice called out, pulling said man from his uncontrolled state of mind, his head swivelled to answer to his name. "Please, don't…" she swallowed thickly, "Don't hurt him."

"'Don't hurt him'? Lucy, are you serious," he barked out a laugh, but there was no humour, only cold eye's set on her, for once, he ignored the fact that the blonde was naked in front of him, his eyes bore into hers, worry over thrown by a desperate need to avenge her. But how could she ask such a thing? Because she's Lucy Heartfilia, that's why. And no matter what, even if she had just been raped, she couldn't stand to see him hurt before her eyes.

But it all seemed to be becoming too much for her, the shock of what just happened finally seemed to register in her mind and her vision became blurred with black spots. "Lucy?" Loki's voice took on a tone of urgency, but she didn't seem to hear him, she slumped forwards, eye's closing. "Oh shit," he cured, releasing a semi-conscious Sting just in time to catch Lucy before she could fall from the bed.

"Damnit Lucy, stay with me," he muttered, he could feel his form begin to flicker; she was unconscious meaning she wasn't holding up his magic flow anymore, he'd have to use his own magic to support himself. His vision blurred with his own tears as he shook her shoulders, "Come on Luce, you gotta stay with me," he forced himself to calm down: breath in, breath out, breath in, breath out, stay calm for Lucy. He quickly yanked her nighty back up her body and then wrapped her up in her pink comforter.

There was only one place he could go, only one place where Lucy could wake up and feel safe.

Fairy Tail.

He hoisted her up into his arms and kicked open her door, she could yell at him later as much as she wanted, but right now he just needed to get her to the guild. He flew down the stairs and out into the street, he sprinted down the dark street, going as fast as he dared without worrying about waking her, she was unconscious after all.

His feet pounded down on the stone pathway, tears pricking in his eyes, threatening to fall, he couldn't cry, not yet anyway, he was her knight in shining armour, her prince, so he had to stay strong for her, no matter what.

He couldn't believe what he'd just appeared to, what he had just witnessed before his very eyes. How could anyone do anything like that to her? What did she do to deserve this? She was nothing but a kind hearted, forgiving, angel, so why did this have to happen to her? Why hadn't she called him out earlier! He could have stopped this before Sting could have done anything, did it really take for that arsehole to be inside of her before she would call him out?

He grit his teeth in rage and shook his head, it wasn't her fault, it was his own, and why hadn't he been able to come out sooner without her calling for him? Why hadn't he been able to sense her distress and pain? It was his own fault, he could only blame himself.

He saw the guild building looming ahead of him and it the realisation hit him that would anyone even be here? It was late, reaching midnight, no one stayed at Fairy Tail this late unless there was a party going on, and if there had been a party going on, then Lucy would have stayed, most likely not by choice but because Natsu would have made her stay.

Oh well, he didn't know where anyone else lived, Fairy Hills was only a short sprint away if there was no one here, but just to be sure. He had suspected the doors to be locked, after all it was the middle of the night and it was a guild, and guilds tended to have money and other such valuables within the building. Then again, it is Fairy Tail, and he didn't suspect anyone was stupid enough to rob them unless they valued their lives.

He pushed his shoulder against the door and, indeed, it gave away under his sharp shove. It was dark, no lights on, but he'd been here enough times to know his way around without needing lights, there was no one about, no one slumped over tables or the bar and no one unconscious on the floor either. He grumbled, but then, maybe Makarov was still up in his office.

Lucy whimpered in his arms, clutching to Loki's jacket as if in pain, he glanced down and realised with startling horror that she was bleeding, there was blood, seeping slowly from a wound in her shoulder, no it was more than a wound, it was a bite mark. He froze, mind flashing back to the moment he'd appeared in her apartment, Sting, hovering above her, head down, face against her shoulder, he looked as if he'd been kissing her skin, but now he realised that Sting must have actually bit her. The crimson was already soaking the blanket wrapped around her body and he began to panic.

"Master!" the word tore from his lips in a terrified cry, "Anyone please!" he didn't have time to search the guild, if there was someone here then they would come at his call, they had to, he was shaking again, out of fear for his dear princess, his façade broke and the tears fell from his eyes.

It didn't take a moment for a figure to appear at the top of the stairs, Loki blinked, clearing his vision and he could see that there wasn't just one, but two people here, one tiny and the other tall and bulky, easily overshadowing the smaller one.

"Loki? What is it? Did something happen to-" Master Makarov began, only to see the blonde held tightly in the spirit's grip.

"Please, you have to help her," he begged, falling to his knees and cradling the blonde to his chest, he couldn't stand it, the violent images kept flashing before his eyes, seeing her so helpless on her bed, under that… that monster of a man.

"What happened to Blondie?" the gravelly voice of Laxus Dreyar echoed throughout the empty guild hall, reaching the spirit and his master on the floor, if Lucy had been conscious, despite her state, she would have snapped back at him for the name.

"She's hurt… oh Mavis, please… Sting," he gasped for the words, vision blurring; with wariness or the tears, he wasn't sure. He felt sick, it was a feeling he had not felt for a long time, but he could feel it, the reeling of his stomach the feeling of something pushing its way up his throat.

"Sting? Sting Eucliffe?" Makarov demanded, while Laxus stomped down the stairs towards where Loki had slumped on the floor with Lucy in his arms.

"Yes," he rasped, his form flickered from his own exhaustion and Makarov snapped from his thought and rushed down to them, "Laxus, go quickly to Fairy Hills and get Wendy," he snapped, placing a hand on Loki's quivering shoulder, after a moment's thought he added, "Get Natsu too."

"Right," the blonde man glanced briefly over Loki and Lucy before his eyes hardened and he transformed into his lightning form to speed towards Fairy Hills.

"My boy, thank you, you have done enough, please return to your realm and rest," he instructed gently, with his other hand he gently brushed Lucy's blonde locks away to reveal the bleeding bite on her shoulder, it had begun to dry in her hair, making it stick together and become crusty.

"I can't leave her!" Loki yelled, forgetting who he was talking to and dropping his head down, fingers clutching Lucy causing her to whimper in pain.

"You must be able to tell me what happened," his voice hardened to a command but Loki met the older man with defiant eyes, he sighed, knowing he could not change the lions will. "Bring her to the infirmary, she cannot be treated out here, Wendy will be here soon, along with Natsu," Makarov hurried back up the stairs, heading towards the infirmary.

Loki heaved himself to his feet and stumbled after him, never once loosening his grip on his beloved master, he couldn't afford to let her go, he was afraid of what might happen to her if he even released her for a second, let alone go back to his own world.

"Just place her here," Makarov commanded, gesturing to the bed that was closest to the door, Loki gently set her down, letting her head fall back against the pillow, he released a pent up sigh and brushed her blonde hair away from her face.

"Master?" a small, tired voice spoke up, said man and Loki turned to see Wendy standing at the door, dressed in light blue pj's and matching slippers, rubbing her eyes with a small fist, Carla was in her arms, wearing a pink nighty and looking very cross. "Laxus said you needed me."

"Ah yes, I'm sorry to wake you at such a late hour, but Lucy…" he trailed off and gestured to the blonde laying on the bed.