DISCLAMIER: I don't own Fairy Tail. Is this really necessary?
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Chapter 2~ Blood Sucking Trespasser
I lay back on my soft bed, wound wrapped up and healing, body exhausted, but my mind to hyper to rest. I turned my thoughts to earlier, as I gave my report to the Hunters Council.
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There are five members of the council, all possessing different powers and abilities to oversee and manage the Hunters Association.
Gran Doma was an old looking man, who held the great importance as the Chairman of the Hunters society. He oversaw every little detail the association bought forward, from leaky toilets to Vampire uprisings.
Seigrain was second to the Chairman; he was one of the strongest and well known Hunters on the council, elected for bravery and sacrifice. He was also the youngest to be on the council, being around my age.
Ultear Milkovich was a tight lip woman, who was known for her ruthlessness on the battle field. She possessed a very rare gift called Timeless, which gave her the ability to see partly into the future.
Yajima was an old friend of Master Makarov, and whenever Master's teachings got out of hand and disturbed anyone, Yajima would- hypothetically speaking- save our asses. He was elected for his smarts and clear thinking under pressure.
Lastly, there was a man who outshined them all, his strength so destructive, they had no choice but to elect him on the council, although it was not his style. Gildarts Clive is said to be the most powerful Hunter in all existence of the Hunters Association. And he's the man I wish to beat.
They sat in a sort of semi-circle, the chestnut stand tall and forbidding, Gran Doma in the middle of the six standing council men and women. They all looked down on me, Gran's face was unreadable, Jellal suppressed a smirk, Ultear looked like the bitch she was and Gildarts openly smiled, which I returned briefly.
Gran Doma skimmed though my written report, eyebrow raised in query. He placed the papers down, eyes regarding me in curiosity.
"Is this some kind of prank, Knight Meister Lucy Heartfilia?" His voice boomed in the large, echoing room.
A few council members shook at the sudden outburst. I suppressed the cold shiver that tried to worm its way down my back. His gaze lingered on me.
"Knight Meister Lucy Heartfilia, I would it appreciate if you would answer me."
"No, Grand Meister Gran Doma," I replied, "Do I look like one to jest?"
The members of the council either smirked at my bravado or sneered. Yes we can see you sneering Ultear… Everyone can.
Gran Doma took me seriously, "No, Meister Lucy, you do not. It says in your report, that you defeated thirty Vampires alone." He stressed out the last word out as to make a point.
Gildarts roared with laughter, banging the table he sat up, breaking it into splinters. The other council members waited ever so patiently for him to finish his laughing fit, ignoring the splintered table top.
Gran Doma cleared his throat, "How many times do we have to tell you, Meister Lucy? You cannot take a job alone. As Hunters we work together. That is the one rule. You are hereby suspended for a month. You cannot partake in any Hunter request, at all."
"What about my rent?" I asked, throwing my hands out in frustration.
"We shall pay for that. You are to reside in your apartment and stay out of trouble. You can go to school, but that is all. You will do this for a month. If you do not learn to go on a job with two or more people, we will have no choice but to suspend you forever."
A loud gasp echoed around the room, coming from the council members.
"But Gran Doma that makes no-" My protest was cut off.
"You have had far enough warnings! If you want to be a Hunter, then you best act like one and obey our law!"
I looked away, "Yes, Grand Meister Gran Doma."
"Good. Now leave us."
I turned away and left through the large doors to the council room. Master Makarov waited on the other side, Mirajane standing next to him.
"Master…" I trailed off, feeling ashamed under his gaze.
He sighed, "Lucy, I am disappointed in your decision. The Council members are now breathing down the back of my neck."
I looked away, scratching my arm,
"But," he continued, "I guess it is my fault for teaching you to follow your own path. Lucy, I am proud of you. I must give you one thing to think about during your suspension. Think of it as an assignment."
He paused.
"What is it Master?"
"Lucy, what does your heart want?"
I laughed half-heartedly, "I know what I want. I want to become the strongest Hunter, stronger than Gildarts. And then, when I'm strong enough, I'll kill every Vampire in existence."
"But Lucy," he said softly, "Is it what you need?"
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I rolled over with a sigh, contemplating on what to do for the next month of suspension. I rolled my eyes at the obviousness of it. Train, of course. My stomach rumbled.
I sat up and slid off the edge of my bed, walking down the stairs to the kitchen, peering into the fridge. I stared at the content, finding nothing appealing, closed the door and opened the cupboard, a cup of instant noodles staring back at me, as if it wanted to be eaten. I chewed my lip, debating whether or not I should. My stomach grumbled and I made my decision, reaching for the cup and pulling it out. I flicked the kettle on and waited for the water to boil, putting the flavouring in while I waited. The kettle made a loud sharp noise, alerting me that the water was ready. I poured in the water and left it to soak. I walked back up to my room and pulled out a book from my bookshelf called NeverNever by Will Shetterly and trudged slowly downstairs to eat. With my nose stuck in a book, I reached for my instant noodle cup, grasping thin air. I looked down at the kitchen bench, eyebrows knitted in confusion. I swear it was just there. No one lives here but me.
I put the book down and listened in the dead quiet apartment for any sing that someone had broken in. I reached for the butcher knife handing on the wall and gripped the handle.
I heard slurping noises in the direction of the lounge room. I slowly crept in the direction of the noise careful not to step on any creaky floorboards. My breathing slowed, as did my heartbeat. I swung the door to the lounge room open and flicked on the light, eyes darting for the trespasser. There was not a soul in sight. The empty noodle cup was discarded on the floor. I bent to pick it up and walked back to the kitchen, threw it in the bin.
"Anyone here?" I winced at the cheesiness of the words.
Great. Now, just like on the movies, I'm going to die. Just freaking typical.
"Right behind you." Whispered a voice in my ear.
I spun around and cut though thin air, "Show yourself!"
I felt a presence behind me. I stood still, waiting for the unknown to attack. I swivelled around, throwing my knife behind me, knowing the moment I turned, the trespasser would appear behind me.
Turning in a 90 degree angle, I found the trespasser hadn't moved from his spot, my knife clanging against the wooden floor behind me.
Shit. I was now weapon less. I studied the figure before me. Even without my exceptional skills as a Hunter, I could take a mortal man two times my size down, but this was no mere mortal. His garnet eyes shone in the pale, artificial light of my apartment; he was encased in darkness, the only colour that broke it up was the scale pattern scarf wrapped around his neck. His hair was spikey and the most unusual colour: pink. Not that it was important or even relevant for my report later. However, what was important was the teeth. With a closer look, it was determined that this man who had somehow infiltrated my home, was in fact a vampire. The only question is, how?
My apartment was guarded with spells and incarnations that I check every twelve hours. My eyes never left the vampire before me. One wrong move and I was dead. I studied him, noting that his posture was relaxed and calm; the most dangerous when confronted with blood sucking vamps. Vampires are smooth creatures, like a snake, gliding gracefully into a kill, letting their prey think they are safe. I coiled, tensing my leg muscles to get ready to sprint for my knife. It was dangerous, I knew, but the threat gave me no choice. If worst came to worst, which I have no doubt it will, I could always use my hands to defend me.
Like a coiled spring, I leaped backwards, my muscles contracting, I spun, flipping over, landing on the balls of my feet, knife in my hand with one fluid swoop. I glanced at the clock, checking the time. 7:30, the hands said.
I cursed, flicking my eyes back to the Vampire, who hadn't moved an inch. I was half an hour late in re-applying the protective barrier. So that's how he got in; my own laziness.
All of a sudden he disappeared in a flash of darkness, reappearing in front of me, knocking the blade away with a flick of his hand. The metal clanged against the tiles, I took a step back from him. I was way in over my head with this one. I felt a familiar feeling rising in my chest, something I hadn't experienced since I was young girl. It was panic, I realised suddenly. The world seemed frozen; my heart beat pounding in my ears, blood turning icy. Slowly, very slowly, the vampire raised his hand to my cheek. I flinched and could not move away, fear freezing my feet, my brain screaming for me to run. But I couldn't. His garnet eyes kept me trapped. Slowly he moved forward, I wasn't sure if he purposely moved slowly or if I just saw everything slowly. I was probably going to die.
The very though sent another wave of fear though me. I didn't want to die. I had too much to live for. Like Levy wanted me to finish my book, and the dual I promised Erza when I got to school tomorrow, and teasing Gray for his stripping habit, and yelling a Loki for kissing me again when I told him I wasn't interested. So many things I had to live for, so many things I promised to live for. My oath to beat Gildarts someday, getting scolded by Mira again, all the things that annoyed me flashed before my eyes, the very things I have always deemed useless; I think at that moment I understood what Master was trying to say.
"But Lucy," he said softly, "Is it what you need?"
What do I need? The Vampire leaned closer, lips parting, canines bared. He wanted to suck my blood. The fear didn't leave, my feet still frozen. I was helpless; I couldn't even open my mouth and shout for help.
I closed my eyes, waiting for death that slowly ticked by.
"Lu-Chan! Lu-Chan! Hey, wait up Lu-Chan" Levy called behind me.
"What is it?" I was always cold to other people, ever since that night.
She stopped, "Lu-Chan, can you be my friend?"
"No." I said and walked away, not expecting her to follow.
Deep down, I liked her asking to be my friend. No-one liked talking to someone as rude as me, but she did. She followed me around, asking the same question over and over, "Will you be my friend?"
Eventually I caved in and replied with, "Yes!"
And it wasn't long after that, that I met all the others, who pronounced themselves my friends. I loved all of them. Slowly, very slowly, everyday that I saw them, I began to live again.
His hands cupped my chin, lifting it, gaining more access to my neck. I grasped my frozen limbs and gripped his wrist. I was physically shaking, but my grip never faltered. I had a reason to fight. I had a reason to live. And if I were to go down to Hell, I would take this Vampire with me.
"I won't go down like this," I whispered darkly, voice breaking, "There are to many people I care about to leave them. There are two many people I have to live for. Mum and dad. Levy, Erza, Gray. Everyone in the Hunter Society. Even… Even my rival Gildarts. I… I swore to them I would avenge them, and that's exactly what I'm going to do! I won't lose to the likes of you!"
Lifting my other hand, a sent a sharp uppercut to his shoulder, popping his arm out of its socket. He pulled away, hissed and clutching his arm. As he put his arm into place with one swift movement, I had found my knife and charged at him, hoping he wouldn't have enough time to bloke my attack. His eyes were dark and furious, as he disappeared from my sight; I cut through thin air. I positioned my feet to spin around, when an arm snaked my waist, a cold hand gripping my wrist, the hand that was holding the knife.
I squirmed in his grasp, his grip tightened around my wrist, till I eventually let the knife fall. I stomped on his foot, but he never felt it. He leaned in, quickly this time, no longer playing with his food.
His fangs sank into my neck.
Thankyou for being so patient with me! So what did you think of this chapter? I had actually started this chapter a little while ago, but I lost it. But trust me, this one is way better than the first try.
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