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Velcome my sveet mortals, to my new story of blood lusting horror. Read if you dare…

Bittersweet kiss

Lucy: a ruthless Vampire Slayer. Natsu: a not-so-ruthless S class Vampire. Out on a Solo mission, Lucy is kidnapped by her enemy, Natsu, who in-visions harmony. Will this bad-assed Vampire Slaying princess, fulfil her duties as a slayer, or will the vampire pursued her for world peace? Or will the anger of her past surface, turn to bitter hatred?

Chapter 1: Blood Drenched Nightmare

They say our world started with blood. A feud between Humans and Vampires. Vampires are said to be ruthless creature, praying on the living and taking what shouldn't be there's. Creature's that live in the shadows, creatures that are the shadows of the night. Over the centuries, Humans have cowered under the vampires rule; a rule lead by fear and brutality.

When Humans could no longer survive the vicious attack of the Moon's Children, The One in the Sky blessed a child of the light, creating a counterpart to the Vampire's.

Nephilim.

Thus starting a new age of blood-splattering vengeance, as the Nephilim race rose and Vampires began to fall.

Just like a red droplet, splattering against the fabric of the universe.

…

I landed lightly on the balls of my feet, spinning sharply, raising my katana, blocking the long sharp claws from ripping me to shreds. The Vampire was thrown back by the blade, as he crouched five meters away, his blood crazed eyes observing my every move. His clothes were ragged and dirty, his dark hair messy and long. His hands jagged out in claws, his nails slick with scarlet blood. I didn't dare move a muscle, waiting for him to attack. Time froze as we looked for each other's weak points. I thought back to my time training with Master Makarov.

"Remember kids," he had addressed us, somehow looking down on us, despite his height, "Always look for the weaknesses. For example," a dummy of a vampire was brought forward; the black cape and pale fabric stereotype bought few to amusement, "As you all know, Vampire's cannot be killed do easily. Aim for the heart, it paralyses them! The only way to kill a Vampire is to behead it. But that in itself if tricky, so what you do is," He demonstrated, holding up a wooden spike, flexing his short arm back, aiming for the dummy. He flung it forward, letting it go as it zoomed though the air with a cutting noise, piercing the dummy straight though the chest, X marks the spot, "And," he continued, not a hint of arrogance in his voice, "That is how you do it. Always aim true. If you don't…" he trailed off, a slight sadness in his eyes, "Then the Hunter becomes the Hunted. Be careful my children."

He coiled like a viper and swiftly pounced, nails outstretched, racking them in an arch. I raised my blade swiftly, his nails jarring my arms when two weapons contacted. Sparks flew. I held my stance, gritting my teeth for more power, the Vampire beginning to lose its wavering sanity, becoming stronger. He leaped back, skiting out of sight. I paused, waiting for the fucker to make his move. I felt a movement behind me and spun, katana raised. Sparks flew in all direction, the Vampire attacking from above. I felt the ground beneath me crack.

"Tsk." I snarled, clearly pissed off, putting as much strength in keeping him back.

The milky whites of his eyes turned dark, his mouth distorted by the jagged whites of his teeth. His tongue darted out and licked his lips, eyeing the beat in my neck. I looked at his disgusted. I ain't a fucking blood bag!

He leaped back, I stumbled forward slightly at the suddenness of the lost weight. I rightened myself just in time to block another blow. He raised his other hand, razor sharp nails aiming to wound me. I couldn't block it. I twisted away, his nails grazing my side, the pain only just bearable. I sucked in a breath, panting for air, limps becoming heavy. I had to end this soon. And fast.

I closed my eyes and held the katana in my hand, using all my concentration to use its true powers, something I was a novice at. I could feel the Vampire closing in. I could feel the power swelled from the sword. My eyes shot open, the flames bright and golden emitting from the blade.

Believe, Master had told me, to use this sword, you must believe in your potential as a Hunter.

I raised the sword in an arch, slicing the Vampire's claws off. He leaped back, snarling and foaming at the mouth, the light burning its eyes. Unable to see, the Vampire's pale eyes darted side to side. Confused and enraged, he began attacking without order, as I blocked and cut at the living dead. I sliced though his claws like butter to a butter knife. He roared in anger, leaping in the air, ready to deliver the final blow. I pounced after him, sword raised to its point. I drove the blade though his chest, right were his heart once beat, his body heavy.

"REPENT MOTHERFUCKER!" I roared, the golden sword lighting thought the cracks of the Vampire's body.

With a final dying scream, the Vampire turned to ash, drifting in the wind. I landed on my feet, gasped for air, muscles exhausted. I looked around at the empty alleyway, it littered with the ashes of the dead, the only indication of the blood-shed that went down. I kicked at the dust and sheathed my sword.

"Thirty fucking Vampires. By Mavis, I'm exhausted. Time to call it a night." I muttered, sighing and turning away, disappearing into the night. Just like a shadow.

…

The girl with the golden hair and tight black clothing, sheathed her sword, the golden glow trapped back into the katana. I had never seen someone defeat thirty of my kind like that.

Such strength, I smirked, And such language too.

The girl disappeared into the shadows, but I could still smell her delicious scent. And that body. Gods. What I would do to you, Hunter. I grinned, infamously and chuckled to myself.

I will make you mine, daughter of the Nephilim.

Ok, I know I haven't even begun to finish NeverNever, but I really wanted to do a supernatural genre with the Fairy Tail characters, so tell me if this is good or not!

BitterMondays