Hi, guys! This is going to be my first time trying to write something for Fairy Tail. I've honestly wanted to do it for a while now, but it's been hard for me to get out of the habit writing for the Powerpuff Girls.

Anyway, this is a story that I wrote back in 2012. I recently found it again sitting in my folder and I decided to fix it up. I had completely forgotten that this exists and when reading it I was intrigued. It was my first try at writing horror. The writing was horrible and I had to cringe at my sloppy writing four years back, but the premise was pretty good for me to try my hand at it again.

This fic is rated M for a reason. Be prepared for lots of gore, mindfucks and some romance for the topping. Lucy is 23 and Natsu is 24. Wendy is 19, a bit older than she should be compared to Lucy's age. This is a modern AU. The only thing that's the same as the manga is the geography.

Fairy Tail is owned by Hiro Mashima.


Black. It was pitch black all around Lucy. She couldn't even see past her nose. The chilling cold wasn't helping either. The cold bit down to the bone, she could hardly feel her fingers. All she knew was that she was lost and alone, the feeling settling deep in her stomach.

She tried reaching around with her hands for some kind of leverage, but found nothing. A trickle of panic and helplessness struck her, her breathing quickening. She was afraid to move from her spot. This couldn't be happening to her. This couldn't be real. Her mind immediately feared the worst. She was stronger than this – above kidnapping. She didn't take all those self-defence classes for nothing.

No, no, no!

Lucy bit back a sob. How much more pathetic could she get? With trembling hands she tried reaching around her again with no results again. She wanted to move forward, but her legs felt heavy with lead. Where was she? Why can't she move? Fearing that she might be drugged, Lucy rubbed her freezing hands together. She blew her breath on her ice cold fingers, but it did no good. Her breath felt as cold as the air around her.

A loud scream erupted from her right, startling Lucy and almost making her trip. It had been so close to her, almost in her ear. Her head was ringing from the noise. She clutched her head with her arms and fell to her knees. She felt warm trails of tears fall down her face. What's happening to her? She was shivering uncontrollably, the sudden feeling of doom gnawing at her insides. She couldn't control it.

The ground felt oddly sticky, like she was sitting in honey. She could feel it soaking her skirt. Fearing the worst she gently let go of her head and dipped her left hand in the liquid that was surrounding her. It was cold and thick in substance. She lifted her shaking hand up.

Red. Everything was red.

Screaming Lucy jolted up from the ground. Blood. There were pools of blood on the ground. Lucy hyperventilated and frantically looked around her. It was all around her. The room had lost it's blackness and now the bitter, metallic tang of blood was everywhere. She could even taste it in her mouth.

She wanted to run. Run away from this horrible nightmare, but her legs still felt like lead. She couldn't move – she was paralysed. Her sobs increased in intensity, wracking her whole body. She was gulping for air, trying to lose the taste in her mouth. Her throat felt dry like sandpaper.

She's stuck here and she's going to die. She doesn't deserve this. She has never hurt anyone. Why her?

A cold hand touched her left shoulder...

Flailing and screaming Lucy shot up in her bed, her breathing out of control. Her whole body felt hot and was covered with a thin layer of sweat. The image of blood was replaced with the dim lighted scene of her room.

A nightmare. It was just a nightmare.

She clutched at her nightgown, where her rapidly beating heart was, running her other hand through her tousled hair. She had been so sure that she was going to die. A small tear escaped her eye against her will.

"Lucy?"

Lucy yelped and jumped at the sudden voice, the feeling of that cold hand popping back into her mind.

She heard sheets rustle behind her and someone touch her shoulder gently. "Are you alright? You were screaming." She recognized the voice, the familiar timbre soothing her. The tears were falling now. Choking on a sob she turned to meet him in a hug, her tears wetting his t-shirt. He hugged her tightly, letting her cry to her hearts content, not questioning her sudden outburst. She was so relieved that he was here, that she wasn't alone like she was in her dream and that there was no smell of blood, just the nice sooty smell of Natsu.

He didn't say anything to her just calmly rubbed her back, rocking both of them gently. Thank Mavis it was just a horrible, horrible dream.

"Natsu?" she whispered, her voice scratchy. She clamped the fabric of his t-shirt in her hand, listening to his much steadier heart beat. He hummed, indicating that he was listening. "I-I had a nightmare." The sobs still wracked her body. "It was horrible...th-there was blood everywhere..." Tears started to spill from her eyes again. She couldn't control them, her emotions too unstable for her to get a grip on anything. She felt pathetic that a measly nightmare had shook her so hard.

"Shhh, don't speak. It's going to be alright. Whatever it was it wasn't real." He gently rubbed her shoulders and gave her his signature smile, assuring her that it was going to be alright. He hugged her again, wrapping his hands around her shoulders, bringing her close. Lucy let herself calm down in his warm embrace, listening to his steady heartbeat. They stayed like that for a while until Natsu spoke up again, letting her go for a moment. "I'm going to go and make us some breakfast, okay?"

Lucy nodded, her eyesight blurry, but feeling much more calmer than before. He hugged her again before getting out of their bed and throwing on some pants. He threw another smile to her for good measure and walked out.

Lucy knew that he was right, but she couldn't shake the fear. The images were still on her mind. She felt like she had just experienced a near death situation.

Hugging herself, she tried to erase the scenes from her mind by looking out the window. She had been so startled by her nightmare that she hadn't noticed that it was morning outside already. She could hear the busy streets of Magnolia rustle. The morning sun shined brightly. The blonde smiled weakly. It was just an another regular day in Magnolia. Nothing unusual, nothing scary, just normal. That's what she needed right now.

Lucy opened a drawer in her night stand and pulled out a pack of tissues. Cleaning her face and blowing out her nose, she tried to concentrate on happy memories to push out her bad nightmare. It always helped her to forget bad dreams.

She remembered her school days, where she first met all of her friends that she has now. She remembered the day when she first met Natsu and how he managed to get both of them in trouble in an hour. Lucy laughed, the memory bringing up more comical situations. She'll never forget the day when Natsu first asked her out and how he managed to make a fool of himself in the process.

She has had so many comedic accidents, arguments with her friends these past years. She couldn't wish for more.

Blowing her nose again she swung her legs out of bed, her nightmare successfully pushed to the back of her mind. Throwing the napkin on the night stand for now, she grabbed the clothes she left on the sofa for herself last night and strutted her way to the bathroom.

Last night she went to bed alone, she remembered that Natsu had had the long shift at work. She feared for him almost every time he and the team got an emergency call. Being a firefighter was a dangerous job, but she could see it on his face that he loved doing it. Still it didn't stop her from worrying. All over she was glad that he had made it home safe and she didn't have to wake up alone after a nightmare like that. She still got chills remembering it.

Shaking her head Lucy took off her sleeping shirt. She really needed a good shower after all this.

"Feeling better?"

Lucy yelped, covering her chest on an impulse. Natsu was standing in the bathroom door frame a smile on his face. She grabbed a nearby towel and threw it at him. "Don't scare me!"

Laughing he caught the pink towel and set it aside. "There's nothing I haven't seen already, Luce."

Huffing Lucy pouted and blushed, turning her back to him. He was right, but it still didn't give him the rights to scare her like that. She was still on edge, her senses on high alert. Still she forgot to close the damn bathroom door, too lost in thought.

"C'mon, Luce, don't pout. I was just joking around to lighten up the mood." He walked up to her and hugged her from behind, softly kissing her shoulder. She could see in the mirror, that was in front of them, his pink messy hair that really needed to make an appointment with a hairbrush and the slight worry on his face. It turned into a smile once his eyes fell downwards. "You look good like this."

Lucy flushed, realizing that she had unconsciously let her hands drop and that Natsu had a full view of her naked breasts in the mirror reflection. "Out!" She disentangled herself from his embrace and pushed him out of the bathroom, closing the door after him.

All the while Natsu was chuckling, allowing her to push him out. "Breakfast is almost ready. Come when you are done with your shower." He called to her from behind the closed door.

Lucy listened to his retreating footsteps and lightly laughed to herself, shaking her head. Catching her messy reflection in the mirror Lucy frowned. Her eyes were bloodshot and her hair was a rat's nest. Maybe she should make that hairbrush appointment as well. Her grim thoughts once again settled back in her mind. She would have probably fallen in a state of paranoia if Natsu hadn't been around. The death of her father Jude last year struck her hard. He was her last relative alive. Natsu supported her all through her grieving period, she had nightmares really often then, and even managed to cheer her up just like he did now and so did her friends. She was so lucky to have them. They all were like a family to her now.

Running a hand through her messy hair, deciding to brush it after her shower, Lucy was about to pull down her panties when the light in the bathroom disappeared. She was left standing there in the dim darkness, only source of light the small strip that was coming in from under the door. She freaked out at first, but then rational sense set in. The light bulb just probably expired. Nothing to freak about. She'll just open her door and take the shower in whatever light came through it. She'll change the bulb after that.

She made her way to the door, but jerked back when she noticed a pair of sharp claws coming her way. Shrieking and ducking out of the way Lucy felt the fear that had plagued her in her nightmare come back in uncontrollable waves. She wanted to run out of the door, but her feet had melted into the ground, pinning her in her spot. What was going on? Her breathing went out of control and all she could hear was the pounding of her heart in her head. Perspiration settled on her skin. She tried pulling out her feet, but to no avail she couldn't do anything. She was scared out of her mind.

From the corner of her eye she noticed a figure looming behind the shower curtains. Shaking, she turned her head to face the shower. She held her breath. She could see something there and it was grinning at her, sharp, crooked teeth illuminating through the curtain. She fell back, her back hitting the towel rack, a silent scream escaping her lips. The creature moved, two smoky, blood red eyes opening.

Lucy looked away, her hands trembling uncontrollably on the towel rack. Once more she tried to pull her feet free from the ground, nearly spraining her ankle in her hectic movements. If she could just get free and run to the door, she would be out of this place. Unfortunately, the floor was unrelenting and wasn't budging. She wanted to scream, scream for Natsu, for someone to come and get her out of here. She couldn't. Her voice wasn't working. All she could get out were choked sobs. Why is this happening to her? How is this even possible?

Something laughed in a deep and throaty manner, bringing her attention back to the monster behind her shower curtains. She could see how the monsters eyes were leaking red. She could see all of it, like the curtain wasn't even there. Whatever was leaking out it's eyes it was overfilling the shower. Fast. She didn't like the look of that.

A sour and metallic smell hit her nostrils. Jolting in her spot, she tried once again pulling her feet from the ground. That smell brought back bad memories of her nightmare. It was too much like her nightmare and she couldn't take it. She had to get out of here. She can't stay here. She'll do whatever it takes to get out. Her legs didn't move from their spot and unless she was able to rip them off she won't be going anywhere. Not bothering to hold back once she realized that she has no way of escape a river of tears ran down her face. She was stuck. She couldn't move, just like in her nightmare.

The blood had overflowed and now was pooling around her feet. Lucy gagged from the smell and the familiar feeling of the thick substance. She could hardly breathe through her chocking sobs. The air was suffocating.

Mad laughs echoed through the small room, ringing like bells in her head. Her heart did a jolt when the same red substance started to flow out of the sink and toilet.

No, no! She was going to die! Drown in blood. Why can't she move? Please, please just let her move!

Her thought process froze when she felt something brush against her leg. She didn't want to look down. She's not going to look down. Nope, not if she has a say in it. But she did anyway and regretted it instantly.

A shrill scream ran past her lips. It was a hand, a severed human hand. Frantically throwing her head around, she noticed that it wasn't the only thing that was swimming in the blood. Various limbs and other organs were floating around, all of them in various stages of mutilation. This was worse than her nightmare. This was worse than anything she had ever experienced. Lucy hated gore, she hated it, it made her feel sick. Now she was swimming in it. She could feel the bile rise in her throat.

Lucy closed her eyes, wishing for all of it to go away, wishing that she had been sleeping all along and this was just an another bad, really graphic nightmare. This couldn't be real. There's no way it could be. If it was, from where did it all come from?

Something fell on her head. She could feel it drenching her hair and sliding down her face. Biting back her sobs and screams, she hesitantly opened her eyes. An eyeball with all of its muscles still intact fell from her face.

Chocking on a scream Lucy fell on her knees, not having the strength to stand on her feet anymore despite the support of the towel rack. Her hands dipped up to the elbow in blood and gore. Lucy was about to give up and let death take her when a sharp pang of pain erupted in her chest. Gasping and gripping the spot, she fell on the ground. It had felt like someone had hit her with a tennis ball, and the pain didn't stop. It grew and grew until it felt like someone was ripping her open. She screamed in pure agony.

"Stop!" Finding her voice, she choked out, rolling on her back.

"Lucy!" The bathroom door was kicked open and light fell into the dark room. Natsu was at her side immediately, cradling her body close to his. "I heard you screaming. What's wrong?"

Opening her eyes she met the worried and scared ones of Natsu. Her eyesight was blurry from all the tears, but it was him. Natsu was here. Lifting up a shaky hand she ran her palm down his cheek. It's really him.

"Lucy?"

The blonde cast a weary look around the bathroom. Gone. All of the gore was gone, like it hadn't even been there in the first place. If she hadn't been so tired she would have sighed in ecstasy. She felt more at ease now, the crippling fear that had messed with her emotions was gone, like it wasn't even there. Turning her attention back to her worried boyfriend, she choked out a few words: "Take me out of here."

Hooking an arm under her knees Natsu picked her up and carried her to their bed, covering her half-naked body with their sheets once he put her down. He sat on the edge of the bed, watching her, trying to understand the situation. "Lucy, what happened?"

The blonde lay there one the bed like that for a few moments, unmoving, still in shock, processing all that had happened in the bathroom. She felt tired, she felt like she had died and come back. She had no idea what to answer to Natsu, having no clue as to what had happened there herself. "I don't know."

Natsu was scared out of his mind, Lucy could see it on his face and from his fidgety movements. She felt for him. She felt the same. She just hated that she couldn't say anything that would put both of them at ease.

Lifting her in a sitting position Natsu hugged her, burying his nose in her hair. "Please don't scare me like that ever again," he whispered.

Not knowing what to say to comfort him Lucy hugged him back, wrapping her hands around him as tight as she could. She had no explanation for what had happened in the bathroom. It felt real, it looked real, but as soon as Natsu came in to rescue her it was like it had never been there in the first place. Was she hallucinating? Could hallucinations even cause so much pain? Why was she experiencing them in the first place? She had so many questions, but no answers. It was unsettling.

Natsu let go of her, pulling a strand of her hair out of her face. She could see the love in his eyes, the fear and it made her swell up with relief and gratitude that once again he was here for her.

"How are you feeling?"

Lucy placed her head back on his shoulder, enjoying the warmth he gave off. "Tired." He still smelled like a fire, like he had walked through a burning fireplace, he smelled like home and it calmed her, made her forget the horrible smell of blood.

"Do you still want breakfast? I made toast and bacon."

Lucy nodded, letting him go. "Yes, please."

He sent a small smile her way before getting off the bed and start searching for something in the drawers. He pulled out a simple black tee and handed it to her. "Here. It's mine. I don't know where you put your shirts." He sheepishly ruffled his messy bed hair.

Lucy accepted it laughing gently, the familiarity of his forgetfulness easing her mood. "Thank you, Natsu." She slipped it on, not caring anymore if Natsu saw her naked or not. It was silly of her to hide when he, like he reminded her before, had seen everything already.

He sat back down on the bed, the smile gone from his face. "Are you sure you're alright?"

Honestly, she wasn't. She still felt shaken up from the whole experience. Most of her thoughts were in scrambles and images of what she had seen popped up every now and then. It all had happened so fast. But she didn't want to worry him anymore than she already had and she honestly didn't want to think about it anymore either and what it might imply. "Yes. I'm fine."

For a moment it looked like he hadn't believed her for her hands were still slightly trembling, but he ignored it for her sake. "Alright. Do you think you'll be able to go to work? Maybe you should stay home," he hesitantly suggested the last part.

Lucy almost screamed no, but held herself back. There's no way she wants to stay here alone. If Natsu didn't have another shift at work this afternoon she would have stayed here with him, but after whatever it was she experienced there's no way she wants to be alone. Let alone near the bathroom. She doubted if she'll even have the courage to step back in there ever again. "I can't stay. I have to go to work. I still haven't finished this months summary of income and expense."

Natsu sighed, he knew that he wouldn't be able to get her to stay home for her own safety. "Okay, Lucy, but I'm still taking you to Wendy for a check up. Whatever it was you had in the bathroom isn't normal," he said in a firm tone, that meant that she can't argue with this decision.

Lucy nodded, understanding his point. It was a miracle that he hasn't hauled her ass all the way to Wendy's already. She must have really scared him for him to act so out of character. Even if he did she would refuse. Wendy still is a student in medical school, she's really good at what she does though, but it would be rude of them to intrude on her when she has to get ready for her lectures.

Natsu shook her out of her glum mood by suddenly giving her a soft peck on the lips. "C'mon, Luce before the food gets cold." He yanked her out of bed, a grin on his face.

Lucy barely found her balance from the sudden action. Still she smiled back and let him drag her to the kitchen. He always managed to lift her spirits no matter the situation.


After breakfast Lucy wanted to walk to work, but somewhere along the way the weather had changed for the worst and now it was raining wet snow outside. The late November weather was unpleasant and chilling. Lucy would have driven there, but since she still felt shaky Natsu insisted to drive her to work.

Not having no other option she agreed. She loved Natsu, but he wasn't the best driver around, she had to admit that. He tried to keep up appearances, but she knew that moving transport made him motion sick, thus affecting his driving. Thankfully he wasn't as bad as certain someone else with motion sickness - she's not going to accept a ride from Gajeel ever again. When she asked he never revealed how he got his driver's licence. Still she didn't look a gift horse in the mouth, she got to work and that's all that mattered.

Waving goodbye to Natsu, Lucy walked through the front entrance of the large building. She worked as an accountant for one of her friends, Laxus, family business. Erza and couple of her other friends worked there as well, which made her awfully boring job that much more interesting. Office shenanigans were a common thing.

Accounting had never been her first choice of profession. She always had wanted to be a writer, but her father had pushed her to learn economics. She came from a rich family and Jude had wanted for her to continue the family business. Needless to say it wasn't the ideal profession Lucy would have chosen. She loved her father, but after her mothers untimely demise her father had changed, pushing her against her will. After his death she inherited all of the Heartfilia fortune. She had never been one to sit on her ass and do nothing, so as soon as she finished university she searched for a job. Laxus had been generous enough to provide her with one. Though she was kind of sad that she didn't have the qualification for her dream job.

Sighing Lucy got into the lift and pushed the button for ninth floor. The doors closed and being in the small space suddenly made her feel claustrophobic. The mornings events came back to her, hitting her like a ton of bricks. Biting her lip Lucy closed her eyes and imagined that she was back at home, sitting on the couch, Natsu somewhere near her.

The ride up felt like an eternity for her. As soon as the door opened Lucy ran out of the lift and down the empty hallway. The sooner she gets to her shared office the better. She was sure that Evergreen's complaining about trivial things would make her feel normal again. Her co-worker never failed to amuse her with her ridiculous rambling.

On her run to the office she noticed Erza exit one of the rooms, her spirits lifting up immediately at seeing one of her best friends.

"Erza!" She called out in hopes to catch her attention. She froze in place when a second person, dressed in a suit exited the room brandishing a knife. Her breath caught in her throat when the unknown person snook up on Erza and stabbed her in the back.

"Stop!" Falling out of her stupor, she ran to Erza, balling her fists, ready to take on the assaulter. She has had a bad morning already and she's not about to stand around and watch it get worse.

The man let Erza's body fall motionless on the floor. Seething Lucy ran forward. The man in the suit turned around, facing her head on. Lucy faltered in her step.

Red. His eyes were red. The same colour the monster behind the curtains had.

Taking a shaky step back Lucy watched the monster smirk at her with the same sharp teeth and enter one of the rooms in the hallway with a wisp of smoke following him.

Clenching her teeth and biting down her fear Lucy ran to Erza. This was no time for her to act scared. Her friend's life was in danger and it would do her no good to lose her head. She fell on her knees besides Erza's motionless body. She hesitated a bit, seeing the blood seep into Erza's clothes and pool under her. Steeling her resolve Lucy turned Erza's face up.

"No, no! This can't be happening?" Lucy sobbed quietly. Dead. Erza looked dead. Her eyes were wide open and all glassy and she wasn't breathing. She put two fingers on Erza's pulse. She was still warm, but there was no pulse.

Grabbing Erza's hand, Lucy rummaged through her purse for her phone. She needs to call an ambulance, maybe they can still save her. Her limited knowledge of medicine won't help Erza. When she found her phone she struggled with keeping it straight. Her hand was shaking too much. Letting out a sob of frustration she almost threw the phone against the wall. This isn't the time for her to break down. Get a grip, Lucy!

"Lucy? What are you doing?"

Hearing her name called Lucy looked up and was met with the familiar face of Freed. He looked like he had just arrived in the office just like her, his usually well kept green hair windblown and his coat wet from the snow.

Anger spiked up in her. "Are you kidding me? Call help, Erza's dying." Her shouts echoed around the hallway, starting the green haired man.

Putting his hands up in defence he took a step back. "Whoa! Calm down, Lucy. Erza's alright. I just saw her walk to her office." Freed eyed her suspiciously with worry in his eyes.

Confusion settled in her. She looked back at Erza and gasped. "B-but how?" There was no one there. No blood, no Erza. What's going on? How? Dumbstruck, Lucy stared at the spot where Erza had been laying moments before, bleeding. She turned her hand palm up. She was even holding her hand and now it was gone. Lucy couldn't wrap her head around this. The mystery man flashed before her eyes. That must be it. She was hallucinating again, only this time it had been much, much worse.

Then she realized that if there's no one there she probably must look like she's crazy, sobbing to herself on the floor. But she couldn't really muster up the will to care. Something was wrong and it was slowly eating away her sanity.

Freed crouched beside her, putting a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Lucy, are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost." He was probably right. She'd hate to see herself in the mirror right now. And whatever she saw wasn't a ghost either. She honestly wasn't sure what it was and it was freaking her out.

"I don't know."

Freed helped her get off the floor, handing her her purse back. He kept sending worried glances her way, which Lucy ignored. "Lucy, maybe you should go see a doctor?"

Lucy rubbed her eyes, blinking a few times. She shook her head. "No. I need to go see Erza."

She thanked Freed for his help and ran for the stairs. Erza's office was a floor higher and there was no way she's taking the lift again. She had to see it for herself. She had to see if Erza is alright. This was the only instance where she wished to all that's holy that she was just delusional and Erza was okay. She's not going to take her chances with how her day had been going.


I honestly have no idea how well I did with this this time. Part of me feels like I'm going to flop like an old fence another part thinks that I did well.

Tell me what you guys think so far. What do you expect for Lucy to face in the future and so on? Will she be able to keep her sanity?

Thanks for reading.