The demon inside.
By: LemonSherbert
Chapter 1: So Human
I do not own any of the characters in this story, they are owned by the creator of Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima, do enjoy and don't forget to review.
He hated everything, he hated his life, himself, his friends, his family... or so they told him over and over again, he hated his school life, he hated the way people expected so much of him yet gave him nothing in return and more than anything, he hated Demons. They were parasitic mongrels that preyed on weak souls and what was worse, was that they were everywhere, all around them, completely integrated with human life as of four years ago. He had met a Demon once... when he was young, it promised him beautiful things, eternal youth, strength... everything a man could wish for and more, all he had to do was sell his soul, that was, if he had one. In his whole life, he couldn't remember caring, he didn't feel anything for anyone; the only thing he felt was complete hatred for everything and why wouldn't he? That creature took everything from him, he slaughtered his parents when they found the evil monster at his bedside, luckily a patrol was going by when they heard the commotion but it was too late. His arm was still scarred by the black claws that had torn through his skin. He could still feel the pain when he thought back to that night, his pale skin burning under his fingertips as he ran them over his broken flesh.
Currently he was walking through the school, everyone was in class already but he was skipping class, like he always did, the rain pelted the floor as his red eyes watched it crash into the pavement. He stood under the shelter between the two buildings, leaning against the wooden pillar as he glared at the storm above him; it had been going for a couple days now, only letting up for about an hour or two. Not that he minded, the rain felt calming, the splash of cold droplets running down his skin, washing away everything he wanted to forget... if only for a moment.
The sound of the door to his left caught his attention and his eyes darted menacingly at the person walking through it, she was little, really little. She barely stood level the round window in the door, her blue, fluffy hair bounced above her shoulders, tied out of her face with a black bandanna. Her skirt was a little too high but she had amazing legs, toned and smooth though he could only see a couple of inches of skin between her knee high socks and skirt. She had a creamy skin tone and from what he could tell, her hips were a lot more well-endowed that her chest that was only slightly pressing against her brown jumper. When she looked up, having noticed his presence, she smiled, her golden eyes flickering for a moment as if she had become distracted. He knew her... he was sure he was, oh... that was right, she sat in front of him in class, but what was she doing out? She never left the classroom when the bell rang, she was a complete straight A student.
"Ah... hello, Gajeel, skipping again?" She smiled as she walked up to him and he grunted, looking away because her heavenly presence seemed too much for him. It was obvious that he found her cute, god even his friend Natsu knew and he was one dense fucker.
"Why are you skipping... shrimp?" He asked as he regained his composure and looked down at her, she didn't even stand above his shoulder; she was so damn short it was adorable. Shrimp was what he had nicknamed her even though she wasn't aware of this until now and her face scrunched up in the cutest pout he had ever seen. Her plump, pink lips pressed together and her hazel eyes narrowing on him.
"I'm not skipping and I am not a shrimp either... it just so happens that I... I needed to go out for a moment, I was feeling a little sick is all" she said and her eyes struggled to meet his gaze. He was always good at reading people and he knew she was lying but why? It wasn't like he was going to tell anyone, one it was none of his business and two, he really couldn't care less even if she was cute.
"Kay'... whatever you say... shrimp!" He grinned, teasing her once more on her tiny stature and she glared, stomping her foot as she turned on her heels and he blinked. His eyes stared into hers just before she had turned and he watched her hazel orbs flash black than his hair. No! It couldn't have... that wasn't possible, he couldn't even form words as his eyes followed her through the door and the slam brought him out of his stupor. Rage bubbled inside of him and he bared his odd, fanged teeth in a snarl as he ran after her, how could he have not seen that? She was to fucking pretty to be human, most of his waking days was spent finding Demons and beating the crap out of them, there was no way she could have slipped by him. He had spent years studying the way they moved, the way they spoke and acted yet she seemed so human so... natural. Gajeel burst through the doors and his head thrashed left and right, any harder and it would have flown off. How? It had been like five seconds and she was literally nowhere to be seen, this just proved his fear... not fear but anger, the one thing he couldn't stand was Demons, ugly, murderous creatures that were ready to rip out your soul in an instant.
She stood, panting above him, her body hidden in the shadows of the tiles, he looked so pissed off, so annoyed, how? How had her aura slipped? It never slips, she was so careful, nobody even suspected her, not that she ever gave them something to suspect, she never ate humans, she didn't drink their blood, she never made deals or tried to tempt people to sin. She hated things like that, she never wanted to hurt people, growing up with human parents gave her that... emotion, she grew up with a heart, with love and kindness. Gajeel snarled below her, punching the door in anger, the force of his hit almost ripping it off its hinges and she flinched though, in her smoky form, you couldn't tell. She waited a couple of minutes before dropping to the floor, her body crawling from the shadows and she panted, her knees touching the floor as she gasped. Sitting there, you could tell she wasn't human, a thin, spade tipped tail swished from under her skirt, her nails grew longer into claws that could pass for a lions, her eyes were as black as midnight and atop her hair was two spiralled horns, one was broken until just over a quarter of it showed.
A Demon who didn't take lives, blood... flesh, they were weak, her powers were fading every day, her strength was barely on par with his but she know she wouldn't last in a fight. Her body was too weak, she grew tired quickly and that's when the hunger hurt most, twisting in her gut and making her want to vomit. The little female Demon swallowed the hot, acidic bile that crawled up her throat and she took deep, controlled breaths as she stood up. Her legs shook violently and she had to lean against the wall to stop her from falling over, she stood there for a few more minutes, righting herself and controlling herself as she dug her long claws into her thighs, drawing black blood that dripped down her flesh. The pain stopped her from losing herself and she hissed as the wound began to heel, slower than the usual Demon but faster than any humans and she used the inside of her skirt to wash away the blood. When she had finally gained her composure, she pulled up her aura, her spade tipped tail shrunk to nothing, her black eyes glowed hazel, her small fangs shrunk to a normal size and her long claws dissolved as her curved, spiralled horns seemed to wash away with the breeze. With a slow sigh, she dusted of her skirt and plastered on a bright smile as she headed back to class, leaving whatever worried of Gajeels intentions behind her.
Meanwhile Gajeel was pacing under the shelter, he couldn't think, this whole time he had been in the presence of a dirty, little Demon. Worse, he had even been attracted to her, of all people to be a Demon in disguise, why her? He wouldn't have been half as bothered if it had been anyone else but he had actually found himself staring fondly at her every goddamn day! He was completely and utterly disgusted in himself, he was angry... well that wasn't the word, he wanted to squeeze her throat until she was limp in his hands. A fucking Demon of all things... a damn Demon. No! He wasn't going to stand for this, he wasn't going to be in the same school as a Demon, he had to do something, he had to get rid of her. But how?