PROLOGUE:
"Come on, Levy!" Lucy shouted as she and her partner pounded down the street after their target, "We can't let him get away!"
The short, blue-haired girl pushed faster after her blonde companion, breathing heavily. She was a newbie. Levy was a fresh outta-training-school 21 year old agent versus the older girl in the front. Lucy, at the tender age of 24, was fully experienced and new all about these types. The guy they were chasing had killed 19 women, brutally ripping them apart before picking the meat out from between his teeth. Yes, he ate them. Viciously, slowly, savoring their screams and pleas.
The man, a roguish tan skinned man, turned a corner and Lucy smiled even as the two girls cornered him in, "Dead end, Zeref."
Zeref turned around slowly, "I don't suppose you'll let me go if I put my hands up and promise to be better?"
Lucy raised her gun to match her partner's, "Bad chance."
"I thought so," he said, already in the process of breaking his bones. His nose lengthened, his legs thickened as he fell to the ground, his last words coming out in a gravely sound, "You Black Coats don't even know who's on your own sides."
He lunged.
He was faster than a regular werewolf. Lucy fired even as the giant dark brown wolf went for her throat. The bullets weren't gonna kill him before his teeth met their mark in her nec- What? Lucy's eyes widened as he switched directions at the last minute and she did the first thing that came to mind. She yelled and dove.
Stupid girl, you're wide open! Lucy pushed Levy outta the way at the very last moment just as his teeth sunk into her neck.
Levy screamed even as her gun went off. One, two, three, four, five. Five shots to the creature's chest.
He fell on top of Lucy and she vaguely heard the sound of sirens in the background. Backup. Levy was crying and yelling into something. Her phone? Lucy screamed. Her whole body was on fire, but her neck was blazing. Like she was being stabbed over and over again. The pain was crazy. She felt her blood pool around her and somewhere in the back of her mind she wondered if this was how it felt to die. Then she felt multiple presences. Multiple people, white outfits, loud sirens, flashing lights.
"Lucy?! Lucy!" Levy frantically reached for Makarov, their superior and boss of their particular unit, "She's gonna be okay isn't she?"
Makarov turned to a black-blue haired agent on his side, "She should be dead by now. The bite's spreading." He glanced back at the writhing blonde on the stretcher that the Meds were putting into the van, "She's one of them."