HAPPY HALLOWEEN! I hope you enjoy this! I'm not good with horror (I don't even like horror) so I hope this turns out okay…

Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail

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The Bloody Child (Prologue)

The rain wasn't heavy; it was just light, without thunder, and pitter-pattered against the long pathway. However, Lucy had been walking in it long enough to be soaked to the bone. She pulled her grey, soaked hoodie tighter around her face as the rain, like tears, slipped down her cheeks. Her legs were freezing, which was probably because she was in a short skirt; a careless mistake on her part. It was an odd combination to be in a short skirt with a thick hoodie, but she didn't care and no one was around for miles.

When Lucy reached the center of a small wooden bridge, she looked left, down at the pond flowing beneath her. She leaned on the wooded rails and looked down at the clear water. From a distance, one would say that she was admiring the beautiful lily pads on the surface, but that's not what had her attention.

Figures – no, bodies was the correct word – were frozen in movement, their eyes wide and jaws dropped as far as they'd go as they were staring, shocked at the devil himself before they died. Their skin was partially eaten away thanks to the fish and you could see moss growing on their clothes that was still on their snow white skin.

There was a certain figure Lucy was looking at. Every time she came here, she could never bring herself to keep going and never not look over the bridge. The person was female, in a beautiful pink dress with her mouth open in a large oval and eyes so wide, they were almost a full circle. She had one arm out stretched in front of her, as if reaching for a child, but didn't make it before she died.

She could hear the soulless voices of the people, crying out to her. Most were quietly screaming in the background, but some remained faint in the air and Lucy could hear their voices as if they were right behind her, but she had turned around many times in the past and nobody was ever there.

"Lucy…Lucy…Lu…cy…"

That was what they said: her name. They were calling out to her…and after all these years, Lucy could never figure out what they wanted: a warning? A desperate plea to save them? Fear of what will happen? Or simply wanting her to come to them so they could hold her? It was not hard to figure out that every carcass in the water loved Lucy. They loved her very much…

Then she heard it: a feminine voice. A voice Lucy knew all too well. A soulless voice that she could spot almost immediately. The voice cried out her name and Lucy looked down at the woman again, the body who the voice belonged to.

Slowly, she reached out a hand toward the woman, her hand just simply dangled in the air, almost sad that she couldn't reach her.

The water suddenly moved rapidly and Lucy found herself unwilling to pull back as a large fish, with razor sharp teeth jumped out of the water toward her hand with his mouth open, snapping wildly. Lucy's face remained emotionless as she watched the teeth – sharp and long, like daggers – jump for her hand…

Then…the fish missed…

The fish then dove back into the water, as his friends came over to join him, jumping for her hand again which was still in one piece, not even touched. They missed…again and again and again…

The fish, the ones eating the flesh off the carcasses, missed her hand again and again, looking as though they would bite her hand off in one fell swoop, but missed and Lucy knew that it was on purpose.

"…Heartfilia Heiress…"

It was only once in a while the voices would call her that…and that was exactly why the fish and any other ghost or haunting creature on the property couldn't touch her…because she was the heiress and they loved her. They couldn't kill her.

Except for one person – one soulless, dead ghost, resembling exactly like a human who hated her…he could kill her…and he has attempted to so many times, Lucy has lost count.

But she couldn't help it…she had to keep coming back over and over again. She couldn't help it. She wasn't cursed and didn't even have to come back…but she just had to…

Bringing her cold hand back up to her chest to warm it up (though it would do no good: the hoodie was soaked), the killer fish stopped jumping and swam away, disappearing under the pile of bodies.

The soulless voices continued to call out to her…

However, Lucy wasn't scared – she never was…she's done this so many times…it was only at the end, her destination, when she grew afraid.

Finally, she walked the rest of the way across the bridge, the voices fading behind her, but walking through the gardens was another adventure: souls wandered around the large area. They were ghosts, looking like white floating orbs – souls – with white, starless dust shimmering around them. Lucy pitied them…they always look so lonely.

As Lucy watched them and continued to walk, hugging her shivering body against the soaked hoodie, the souls saw her and came crowding around her. She stopped walking and glanced around at them all. The dust formed transparent white faces that stared at Lucy soullessly, whispering her name; the voices were back.

"Lucy…Lucy…."

More dust formed transparent hands that reached out to her, brushing her clothes, skin, and hair. Lucy bit her lip, wanting to say something but if she did, she knew it wouldn't reach them.

Slowly walking forward again, wanting to get by but not wanting to walk through them, the ghosts created an opening for her, which she took and didn't look behind her as the souls followed her.

Lucy had finally reached her destination after the gardens. The Heartfilia Estate front doors were so big, she found them intimidating as she pressed her palm to it, pushing it open. The ghosts seemed to scream, fleeing from Lucy and the door like they were the devil.

Lucy didn't turn or flinch at the noise and movement behind her. It was normal. It happened every Saturday when she did this.

As the door closed behind her, Lucy pushed off her wet hoodie from her head, revealing her drenched, golden locks, and turned the lights on. It was dead quiet as Lucy left the foyer and into one of the large dining rooms. Cautiously, she looked left and right, her shoes squeaking against the ground made her vulnerable and her breath quickened as her heart raced.

Now, was when she was scared…it was always at this point.

The silence was unbearable and Lucy found herself trembling as she walked around the halls, looking for the one ghost who tried to kill her each time she came in.

It was way too silent, he was going to pop out of nowhere anytime soon…and he always carried a gun with him, the very same weapon that ended his life. She had to be very careful or she would be shot…again. Lucy would very few times come out of the Heartfilia Estate unscathed. After her shower at night, she would see bad marks that looked like they would scar on her back and wrists, but as she cleaned the wounds, she'd always cry, but it was never because of the pain.

However, the soulless, dead being would usually say a few words before he would try to kill her…which made her lucky in some way…

When there was still no sign of him, Lucy got worried. Either he knew she was here and had something planned or he didn't know at all.

No, he knew she was here…she knew he did…there was no way he couldn't know…

After a few more moments of silence, Lucy started calling out his name, but he still didn't answer…at least for a little while longer.

"Hello Lucy."

Lucy gasped, freezing before she slowly turned around, her teeth chattered, but it wasn't because she was wet and cold.

There stood a tall man in a grey suit with a gun in his hands. He gave off a tremendous cold vibe and his suit was torn and covered in blood. His eyes were completely white; no pupils at all. There were a few scars on his face and his dirty blonde hair was ratted and knotted. This ghost, one that took the form of a human, but his white eyes showed that he wasn't, couldn't leave the Heartfilia Mansion. He couldn't exit any of the doors to the outside world. He could only wander around the halls, waiting for Lucy to walk through the doors every Saturday.

Lucy's eyes teared up at the sight of him. Half of those tears were filled with remorse and the other half was fear. "D-Daddy…"

Jude Heartfilia's face remained emotionless as Lucy cried.

"I…I can't tell you how many times I'm sorry…" That was always the first thing Lucy said each time she came here…and each time she apologized, her dead father never forgave her. He tried to get revenge by killing her, but he has failed each time.

"It's all your fault…you were never a daughter of mine," that was always his reply. From here, the arguments and conversations varied before he tried to kill her as she ran.

"I-I know," Lucy sniffed and wiped her nose with her wet wrist. The hot tears ran down, blending in with the rain. "I'm so sorry, Daddy. I-I want…you to forgive me…even though I don't deserve your forgiveness. W-what can I do to make it up to you?"

That was a bad question and Lucy regretted it as soon as it left her mouth.

"How you could make it up to me?" He repeated her question before answering, "with your life of course."

Lucy gasped in fear before turning and sprinting down the hallway.

There was a gunfire and Lucy swore she felt the bullet barely graze her hair as she turned a corner to run down another hallway.

"Get back here, Lucy! You must be punished for your sins!"

"No!" Lucy sobbed, still running though she could hear her father's footsteps behind her. "I don't want to die! Momma wouldn't have wanted me to die!"

"You don't know what your mother thinks! You don't have a right to mention her!"

Sobbing, Lucy turned another corner as another gunfire sounded through the air. It hit a mirror – even though it was already shattered out of old age and other chases like this – and the sound caused Lucy to let out a frightening scream.

Taking a quick turn and then another one, Lucy pulled herself into the bathroom and locked the door. She shut the lights off behind her to make it look like no one was in there and ducked behind the sink which hid her well thanks to the cabinets, but she had to squeeze her way next to the toilet, which stunk and was overflowing. Gross! However, Lucy didn't care about that right now. She could shower when she gets home – no, if she gets home. One time, she barely got out of here alive. She was shot in the leg, hip, and could barely crawl, but she was somehow able to escape the mansion.

Pressing her hands against her mouth to silence her panting and sobbing, Lucy listened to her dead father's footsteps slowly walk around the room, just outside the bathroom, looking for her.

"Come on now, Lucy," She could hear his voice just outside the door. "You can't hide from me; I'm your father…I know how you think."

More tears ran down her terrified face as the door opened and the lights turned on. She held her breath as she watched his footsteps stop in front of her and she slowly looked up at him. The gun was aimed at her head and the barrel clicked into place and Lucy squeaked in fear.

"You ask what you could do to atone for your crime, but then you run away…You're pathetic…and a coward…and selfish…"

"I know," She wanted to say, but when she opened her mouth, nothing came out. If only she was closer to the front door!

"I'll see you in hell," and he pulled the trigger.

The bullet didn't find its mark. Lucy had grabbed her father's hand, shoving it to the left to hit the toilet just barely in time. She launched herself at him making him tumble and hit his head against the wall. It didn't hurt him though, because he was dead and could feel no pain.

"Arg! Let go of me!"

Lucy was still crying as she shoved him back, but all she needed as a distraction and when she got it, she bolted, running out the bathroom door toward the front door, zooming through hallway and hallway.

*Bang!*

"Gah!" Lucy pressed a hand against her shoulder as immense pain spread through it quickly. She kept on running through the halls, ignoring the wetness, that she's sure wasn't rainwater, under her hand.

Another gunfire sounded, but Lucy turned the corner just in time as it hit the wall.

"There's the door!"

Sprinting as fast as she could, she reached the door, opening it and slamming it shut behind her as her dead father shouted insulting and promising threats. Lucy never paid attention to them though.

She didn't waste a second, she sprinted, not giving the ghosts enough time to crowd around her and not listening to the whispers on the bridge. She didn't want to be here a second more; she just wanted to be home.

The tears were still running and it was still raining as she ran and she didn't stop until she reached her house.

As her front door clicked shut behind her, she sunk to the ground, crying her eyes out and hugging her throbbing shoulder.

She regretted going…she always regretted going afterwards, wounds or not…but it didn't matter, she'll be going back next weekend…she just couldn't stop…

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I'll probably post each chapter randomly…yes, I know I only said I'd do two series, but what the heck? You only live once. XD

-zEllie