Hello everyone and welcome to part 2 of Let Me In! I want to thank everyone for all the reviews and support! This also means you, ones who just favorite and never review! Favorites help me out too. They let me know I'm doing something right, so thanks.
Okay, so about the whole Natsu being a vampire, he is more of a monster than a vampire, yet he still drinks blood….you'll see, just wait until NEXT chapter….or this chapter, I ain't sure yet…he is in no way, shape or form a Twilight vampire. He doesn't sparkle like some stripper in the sunlight, oh no he fuckin' burns like any food I try to cook! He is not some 'veggie' vampire who drinks animal blood. Oh Hell no, he drinks and eats humans! He doesn't just suck their blood, he rips them to shreds. I know you already know he's going to 'fall in love' with Lucy and all that shit, but trust me, their relationship is going to be based on everything but innocence, because NO ONE is innocent in this story. Everyone has done horrible things, and this includes Lucy, but she has done less than most.
So, once again, NATSU IS NO TWILIGHT VAMPIRE, HE IS A MAN-EATING, GREAT WHITE SHARK TYPE OF VAMPIRE THAT IS NOT AFRIAD TO GET HIS HANDS DIRTY TO GET WHAT HE WANTS [that includes Lucy being one of the things he want ;D]. Thank you for understanding~!
Hope you enjoy this installment of Let Me In!
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Make up your mind,
And I promise you,
I will treat you well,
My sweet angel.
-Possum Kingdom; Toadies
"Simple, I would push that guy off the bridge for being so stupid as to ask me to jump off a bridge!" Lucy answers with vigor, a big grin on her face. She holds the swing chains lightly, swaying back and forth on the playground attraction. She looks up with sweet brown eyes at the boy who makes her laugh so easily-she has already come to trust him as deeply as to share her darkest secrets with him. Never before has she felt this close to another human being, and she met him only yesterday! He towers over her even when she is standing but that doesn't frighten her in the slightest. His onyx eyes were sharp and seem to stare right through her but she was never intimidated. He wears all black and often pulls up his hood making him look like a delinquent but did that stop her from socializing with him? Not at all. To her, he was perfect in every way, from his spiky pi-salmon hair to the tips of his bare toes. He never did tell her why he didn't wear shoes and shamefully she was kind of afraid to ask. Natsu didn't really like to talk much about his personal life and always managed to get her off of topic whenever she would ask a question relatively close to what he does when he's not here with her. It was as if he was trained to know how to get around questions, or as if he had done it before. No matter, Lucy didn't really care what he did. He was a good man and she was really taking a liking to him.
"Is that so? Well I'm glad you aren't a follower." He chuckles softly and stares into her eyes with his own sharp ones-the ones that made her knees weak and thankful she was sitting down. He was currently standing up straight in front of her with that playful grin on his face she has already come to love. The playground was dimly lit by far away streetlights, casting eerie shadows on the walls and ground. Earlier, when she had come down around midnight, she hadn't even noticed him in the darkness. For a second time since meeting him, he had scared the ever living shit out of her by saying her name in a low voice and grabbing her shoulder to get her attention for she had waltzed right past him. She had thought he was a rapist and even whapped him across the head! After realizing who she had hit, she had apologized profusely while Natsu had complained about how much his head hurt and how Lucy was so mean to him.
I wonder what time it is now. I really should get a watch…. Lucy thinks to herself as she looks at Natsu with curious eyes, "As if I have anyone to follow…anyway, do you know what time it is?"
Natsu shrugs and glances at the horizon, "Dunno, don't really care. Why, you getting' tired?" He looks at her again. Was that….concern in his gaze? She shrugs it off. No one has been concerned about her wellbeing since her mother died.
Lucy shakes her head quickly and smiles hugely at him, "Hardly! I slept all day today! Not a single productive thing was done!" She giggles at this and begins to swing, making the boy back up and out of her way. He walks around to sit on the swing beside her's and looks at her amusedly.
"I see. Do you have anything planned for tomorrow?" He questions while watching her swing carefully.
She doesn't answer for a moment, getting caught up in her own thoughts. For a few minutes all that can be heard between the two is the screech of the rusted swing moving back and forth, back and forth. Father comes home tomorrow….is the house clean? Yes. Are the bills paid? No. I got fired from my job for being late… father will not be happy about that. I hope he doesn't hurt me too badly…oh who am I kidding? It is always the same. I won't be able to think straight for days afterwards….should I tell Natsu he is coming home? Would he want to meet him? Father won't like that; he doesn't care much for boys. Oh God, what do I say? The silence was getting very uneasy, so Lucy says, "Nothing is happening tomorrow." Her voice was quieter than usual, alarming Natsu. He stares at her for a long moment and his grin falls from his face.
"Luce…you can tell me anything." He whispers as if afraid someone would overhear.
Eh? Her brown orbs snap to his onyx ones and she just about falls off the swing. No one has said anything like that to her in her entire life! His tone was so understanding and forgiving…he was such a sweet boy…but he is still a little strange…A little? He was more than strange-and what was up with his apartment? Why were his windows so covered with cardboard that not a single ray of sunshine could get in? Why didn't he bother to put on shoes in the morning? And why the hell was his hair pink?! Not knowing things tend to make Lucy one unhappy camper, and it was no different now. She can't help but scowl darkly, surprising the poor lad beside her. She looks away and says, "I barely know you, Natsu. I don't know anything about you…" And idea suddenly comes to her, and she turns her head to look at him again. Wearing the cutest smile she could muster, she says silkily, "You should tell me about yourself, and in return I'll do that same…a perfect way to break the ice!"
The young man scoffs and looks at her with those eyes, "Ha, what ice?" While he continues to talk about just how much he knew about her, which was surprisingly more than what she thought, she stares off at the horizon. Unlike last night, she was no longer cold for she had been smart enough this time to wear a thick coat, mittens and a hat. She smiles adorably at how warm she felt and snuggles into her jacket.
She glances at the horizon again and to her surprise she sees the first rays of sunshine stretching into the sky. She looks over at Natsu with a questionable look when he suddenly stops talking, "What's the matter, Natsu? Hey, do you want to watch the sunrise with me?"
He is staring off into the horizon one second, and in the next he is on his feet, quickly stammering out, "I-I really need to go."
Lucy can't mask the look of hurt and confusion on her face, "Why? It will just be really quick, I promise!"
Natsu clenches his fists and points his back to the sun, gazing directly into her brown eyes. The look his onyx orbs…was one of panic. He reaches out and puts his hands on her shoulders, "Sorry, Luce, I just really gotta go. My, uh, dad told me to be home before dawn, so…"
He's lying to you…A voice in the back of her mind says and she knows it is true. She stares at the ground for a moment with hooded eyes before she looks up at him again with a huge smile, "That's okay, Natsu! I'll see you tonight, okay?"
He could not be more relieved. He sighs and smiles at her, "Thanks Lucy. See you." He then takes off running towards the stairs that led up to his apartment, as if trying to race the sunlight that was slowly illuminating the world. She watches after him with a look of hurt before she stands up and sighs heavily. I wonder what that was all about…She thought to herself before she too went to her apartment.
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He slams the door shut behind him with a look of relief on his face. He sighs heavily and looks into the dimly lit apartment with a small frown on his face. He glances around disinterestedly and walks further inside. The hurt look on Lucy's face sticks in his mind, making him grind his sharp teeth together. He felt so bad for just running out on her like that, but he had to.
He doesn't quite like sunshine.
Natsu knew that any second his best friend will come running out scolding him on how close he was to being caught in the light of day. He didn't have any real excuses this time. What was he supposed to say to him? "Sorry, Gray, I was too busy being infatuated with a human girl whose eyes shine like the stars and whose hair is as golden as the sun itself?" He scoffs at the thought and runs a hand through his peculiar spiky salmon hair and glances around again with his sharp onyx eyes. Once again an image of the young blonde woman rushes through his head making him loose focus. He imagines her smiling up at him, saying his name with that sweet voice of her's, touching his chest with those dainty hands…he quickly shakes his head, not wanting to think any perverted thoughts of his new friend. But she's just so beautiful…he thought to himself. Of course, he's had his fair share of women, but they've all been sluts he didn't give a rat's ass about. He's been kissed by many lips but has never really kissed someone. He wasn't a virgin, per say, but he never truly been with someone before. He wanted to experience that at least once in his eternal life…just once….
"Natsu Dragneel!" He hears the yell and immediately he winces, preparing for the worst. Shit. He slowly turns towards the hallway that led towards the bedrooms to see a half-dressed man in his mid-30's. He is scowling darkly with his fists clenched tightly at his sides, "Do you know how early it is?!"
Natsu scratches the back of his head nervously and says apologetically, "Whoops, sorry Gray! I guess I didn't realize what time it was until the sun started coming up!"
Gray narrows his ebony eyes at the pink-haired boy and says, "Whoops? Whoops?! You know what happens when the sun rises and you're still out there! Or do I have to read you every vampire story out there?!"
"I'm sorry, okay?!" Exclaims Natsu, he too starting to lose his head. Both he and his best friend/guardian get in each other's face looking as if they were about to start fist fighting. "I was kind of busy!"
This is news to Gray. Usually Natsu has nothing to do. His face contorts in anger and he snarls out, "Oh really? Doing what?!"
If Natsu's blood was still rushing through his veins he would've blushed at the image of Lucy that decides to pop up in his brain at that exact moment. This one was of her giggling at some joke he cracked, blushing and looking full of life-without those bruises that she had. The thought of those bruises only fuels his fire and he finds himself clenching his sharp teeth together and growling low-almost like an animal. Gray knows to back off when Natsu gets like this so he takes a few steps back and turns on his heel. He crosses his arms across his broad chest and closes his dark eyes. Natsu looks at him and quickly says, "N-no, Gray I wasn't angry at you. I was just remembering something that makes me upset."
Gray turns towards him again and looks at him curiously, "And what would that be?" The pinkette looks away from the piercing eyes of his best friend and mumbles something incoherent. Gray leans in with a tiny smirk, "Excuse, I have human ears so I couldn't hear that." Natsu once again mutters, a little louder but still indistinguishable to the half-dressed male, "Hm?"
"Bruises on the face of a girl I met!" Natsu exclaims angrily and he crosses his arms across his hoodie covered chest.
Gray stares at him for a few moments, eyes wide, mouth hanging wide open and too shocked to say a word. Then, ever so slowly, a delighted snigger escapes him, "Oh my God…did my little Natsu fall in love with a girl?"
Once again, if Natsu's blood still ran he would've blushed the deepest shade of red imaginable. The young man stomps his foot on the ground like a child and says, "N-no, I did not! I don't love Lucy!"
"Oh so Lucy's her name? How pretty." Gray retorts with another snigger.
"H-hardly! Nothing about her is pretty! Certainly not her name!" Says Natsu, trying to save himself but only digging a deeper hole for himself.
Gray can't hold it in any longer. He begins to laugh loudly, "Little, little Natsu's all grown up! He's fallen for a human girl!"
"Shut up! And where are your clothes?!"
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Today was the day. Her father would be home any minute from the hospital and Lucy finds herself pacing in her living room, anxious and a little bit scared. She glances at the clock on her oven. It was 7:54 P.M.; luckily she had managed to get some sleep earlier before cleaning the apartment top to bottom. A millions questions zoom through her head at once and she focuses in on a few. What would her father do when he got home? Will he be happy or angry from what the doctors told him? She bores holes into the dirty tan carpet as she treads, dreading the moment when he would walk through the door.
A clink of keys, the familiar scratch of a key sliding into a lock and the doorknob turning….she turns towards the door with eyes of a deer caught in headlights. Anxiety and panic mixed claws up her throat, making her feel as if she was going to vomit all over the place. The door slowly opens to reveal a tall man with thinning white hair neatly combed back giving him a rich look. Unlike his hair, though, he is wearing the clothes of a poor person. A dirty yellow t-shit that may have once been white, baggy pants covered in stains and held up by a dark green belt. His face was weathered down from years of stress and he looked far older than he actually was. Lucy watches him enter and attempts to keep a persona of calm. He closes the door behind him and sets his keys down on the tiny side table beside the door. He fully enters the apartment, strolling right past Lucy not even bothering to glance at her. She watches after him carefully, not daring to do anything to upset him. He goes into the kitchen, opens up a cabinet and retrieves a stained glass. He turns to the sink, fills the cup with lukewarm water, brings it to his lips and drinks it. He only sets it down once he swallowed all the water. He lets out a heavy breath and wipes his mouth of any wetness before turning to his daughter. He takes in her bruised face and asks, "Lucy, you're face is covered in bruises. Those kids at school again?"
Lucy tries to wet her dry mouth but can't. She slowly nods and says in what she hoped to be a strong voice, "Yes, father."
Her father stares at her a second longer before smirking and scoffing, "You really need to stand up for yourself." He then turns and begins to walk towards his dingy room.
Lucy watches him before hurrying after, "Um, father…"
"I'm tired, Lucy." Says her father exasperated.
"B-but what did the doctors s-" Lucy is cut off by a fist slamming into her face, throwing her to the ground. She lands in a heap, hands immediately going to the wounded area. Her teeth clench painfully as she tries to rid herself of the pain. Tears begin to roll down her cheeks yet she tries her best to hide them from him. He hated it when she cried.
"Shut up, Lucy! I am fucking tired! The doctors said I am going to die in three months, okay?! Now get the hell out of my sight you pathetic little whore!" Her father, Jude Heartphilia, screeches at her, kicking her in the abdomen. The air is snatched from her lungs and she curls up into the feeble position on the floor, holding her stomach and trying so hard not to scream. Her father turns and stomps into his room, slamming the door shut behind him. The sound resonates in her ears and she whimpers softly while wishing she could be anywhere but here.
Lucy stays on the ground until the pain subsides. She slowly unfurls herself and glances around warily as if afraid her father would suddenly run out and attack her again. She bites back cries of pain as she heaves herself off the ground on noodle arms. When she is finally standing she staggers over to the fridge and opens the freezer. That hit to the face left her dazed and the entire world was spinning. Her father really had a right hook on him. Lucy reaches inside the cold and grabs an ice tray, shutting the door shut once she did. She limps over to a drawer and pulls it open. She gets a little zip-up bag and throws the ice inside. She leaves the ice tray on the counter since it was out of ice and presses the bag of ice to her face. Her stomach flares in pain at every move she makes and she makes sure to keep her face expressionless for every twitch she makes white-hot pain zips through her, rocking her to her core. She was all too familiar to the pain and after many trials and errors she knew how to deal with it. She goes to the couch and sits down, closing her pretty brown eyes tightly. She lets out a long breath while staring into the darkness behind her eyelids. If she hadn't just been hit and wasn't hurting all over, she would feel pretty peaceful at the moment. Why wouldn't she? Her abusive father is dying! She felt overjoyed at the thought of finally being rid of that low-life scoundrel for good! Just three more months of hell then finally…finally she would be free.
Of course, there is the problem of how she was going to take care of herself. She was 17 so there was the possibility of being placed in a foster home. She heard stories of places like that and how they weren't any better than being with abusive parents. Hell, sometimes they were even worse! In seven months her birthday will roll around, and then she will be 18 and legally an adult! She would just have to evade the government and child services until then, and she'll be home free! The thought of living on her own makes her giddy and she finds herself giggling softly into her hand. She smiles beautifully, even with all the bruises on her face, and opens those chocolate brown eyes of her's.
Can you hear me momma? Soon we'll be free. We'll live together forever and ever, always happy.
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It was 11:23 P.M. Lucy throws on her jacket and mittens, excited about talking to Natsu again. These habits may leave her tired during the day but she couldn't care less. She had fun with Natsu and she never wanted it to end. Gotta be quiet, gotta be quiet…She thought to herself as she slips on her shoes, trying to be a silent as a mouse. She did not want to wake her father who was asleep in the other room. She knew that he catching her sneaking out would just result in another beating. She had enough pain for the week, after all the bullying and her father's grand entrance. She was so looking forward to unwinding with Natsu down at the playground. After she gets her shoes on, she launches to her feet, eyes sparkling. She could not wait, she could not wait, she could not-
"Lucy, where do you think you are going?" Her father's deep voice speaks up from behind her, stopping her in her tracks. Shit, fuck, damn!
Her hand, that was already on the doorknob, freezes. She goes still and she forces her face to go impassive. She slowly turns around and makes eye contact with her father. Now how should I approach this? Usually she would immediately tell the man where she was going in fear that he would catch her lie and hit her, but not this time. He told her to stand up for herself? That is exactly what she is going to do, "Why do you care?"
Jude stares at her for a long moment, dark eyes boring into her's. In the past she would have backed down by now, cower even, but she refuses to do that now. She had to grow up and stop being so frightened of the world. So she stares right back at him, forcing her eyes to look bored and disinterested. They stay that way for a few seconds, Lucy's heart beating wildly in her chest, before he opens his mouth to speak, "Don't be too late." Then he turns on his heel and proceeds back to his room, shutting the door behind him.
Oh my God….that actually worked?! She thought to herself, giddy at the fact that she finally stood up to her abusive father. Maybe after this he'll stop beating her! Maybe after this he'll stop calling her names and treat her as fathers should treat their only child! Maybe, just maybe, her life will become so much better…
She didn't know how wrong she was.
Lucy opens her front door and struts out, closing it in her wake. She keeps the look of indifference upon her face until she reaches the bottom of the stairs to her apartment complex, where she finally smiles a huge and excited smile. She practically skips to the playground, wanting nothing more than to see Natsu's grin and to hear his deep drawl. She didn't know why, but she felt a very strong connection to him, as if they had known each other for a longer time than three days. I-I can't be…falling for him, right? She thought to herself as she opens the gate and walks further into the playground. She glances around for her new friend and decides to wait on the swings for him. She sits down and glances up at the stars that twinkle in the sky. For once she was thankful for there being next to no streetlights in the area so she could see them clearly. She sighs happily and giggles softly, entranced by the diamonds in the night sky. They were so beautiful…if only Natsu was here with her so they could both watch them. Where was he anyway? She glances around, her smile beginning to fade into a frown. He promised he would come every night, she had promised she would come every night. So why wasn't he here yet? Usually he was here before her…where was he?
She begins to worry for his safety, her imagination materializing thousands of horrific scenarios where Natsu stars lead role, from muggings to paranormal catastrophes. Don't get carried away, Lucy… she thought to herself as she imagines him being sucked of all his blood by some shadowy figure with large fangs, vampires don't exist. Yet still, she taps the slender fingers of her right hand on her kneecap, starring into the sky once again.
An hour passes by, still no sign of her friend. Those frightening reasons pop up into her head again, seeming less fictional as time went by. Maybe his father was abusive as well…what if a killer was slicing his throat right now? The thought makes her shoot to her feet feeling queasy with worry. He has to be alright…The sound of the chains on the swing screeching at the sudden movement makes her wince and her heart beat faster. She tries to laugh off what she was feeling but fails, looking towards Natsu's strange apartment. She ravishes it with her chocolate brown eyes, taking in every detail. Nothing out of the ordinary. Slowly she makes her way towards the gates of the playground, deciding to give up and come back tomorrow. If he even bothers coming tomorrow evening she would give him hell about worrying her so much and leaving her own in the cold for God knows how long.
Just as she was about to swing open the gate door, a hand encloses around her own. She gasps and looks up to be gazing into the onyx eyes of the very boy she was waiting for. The frown on her face morphs into a small smile and she says, "Natsu!" Natsu smirks down at her and tugs on her hand, taking her back over to the swings. She follows him more than willingly, so happy that he finally decided to show up. He sits her on a swing and stands in front of her, not saying a word and looking very happy. She cocks her head to the side and questions, "What's with you?"
He doesn't say anything.
She quirks an eyebrow before chuckling humorlessly, "Ha-ha, very funny. Not going to answer any of my questions? Fine then I guess you can just hear me rant."
Natsu nods his head with that same goofy smile on his face.
Lucy takes a deep breath, preparing herself. "Do you know how long I waited?!" She suddenly screeches. Natsu takes a step back and his smile turns to one of nervousness. "An hour and a half! I was worried sick about you! I thought you got in some form of accident! I guess this is what happens when I actually trust somebody!" She crosses her arms across her busty chest and looks away from him. He still does not say anything. She sighs heavily and looks back at him with annoyed eyes, "You seemed like the type of guy to stay true to his word so I waited forever for you." Her foot begins to tap, something that she does when she gets angry. She narrows those pretty brown eyes of her's and just when she was about to snap at him, she feels his arms circle around her. She goes still, hands clenching into fists. How long has it been since someone touched her like this? A dark blush comes to her face and she stutters out, "N-Natsu…? W-what are you doing?"
She hears him slowly exhale, and his breath travels across her ear, making her shiver. "I'm sorry…" He whispers into her ear. His voice was low and gruff, making something dance behind her navel and coil lower. The blush on her face intensifies ten-fold as she stares at the sky past his head.
"Y-yeah…a-a-apology accepted." She manages to get out, still surprised by how close he was. To her dismay he backs up, letting her go. He rubs the back of his head and smiles adorably, one hand in his black hoodie pocket.
"Oops, sorry about that. You just looked like you needed a hug!" He says goofily. Lucy rolls her eyes and smiles, an action that hurt the new bruise along the left side of her face. She winces despite herself and then catches her mistake. Natsu looks at her curiously, "You okay, Luce?"
Don't let him see. The thought immediately rushes through her head and she decides to heed it, turning her face to the side so that he could not see the purple and black bruise across her cheekbone. "It's nothing, Natsu." She says trying to sound stern and confident. She didn't know what he would do if he saw it or what he would think. Would he automatically know it was her father who dealt this to her? Or maybe he would think she got into a fight or something? Perhaps he would, if God really hated her as much as she thought, think she did this to herself to get attention. She prayed to the heavens about that he did not think that.
"Lucy." He says, sounding strong and far surer of himself than Lucy ever could be. She glances over at him to see him moving closer to her. He reaches over and grabs her chin and forces her to look at him. She begins to protest but he silences her with a cold look. He inspects her face, just barely being able to make out the fresh bruise in the dim light. His onyx eyes darken and narrow and he practically growls out, "Who did this?"
Lucy looks anywhere but him, trying not to show how intimidated she was by the anger he was radiating, "I-it's nothing, Natsu, barely hurt when it happened, I swear. It's not-"
"Who," He begins in a louder tone before it drops again, "did this. To you?"
"W-well, he didn't really mean it. It's my fault, I was the one being annoying, I-I'm sorry for getting hurt…I agitated him so it is only natural for him to hit me to get me to shut up…" Lucy tries to stop Natsu from being angry but her words only seem to infuriate him even more. A low sound comes from him, almost like an animalistic growl. The sound surprises her so much she whimpers and then tries to cover it up by clearing her throat.
"Your fault?!" He snarls out with a face contorted with rage, "How is this your fault, Lucy?! Now I am going to ask you again, who did this to you?"
Lucy stares downwards, not daring to meet her friend's piercing gaze. She really wanted to tell him, she really did, but she didn't know what Natsu was capable of doing. He could attack her father! Sure, she was glad to hear that in three months he would be gone but still, deep down she loved him and didn't want to see him get beaten to death by an angry teenage boy. Besides, she didn't want to see Natsu get locked up in prison for assault. He was the only friend she had and it would break her heart to see him behind bars with all the other low-lives. No, they didn't deserve to even set eyes on this glorious boy who has shown her such kindness. Even now, as she takes a chance and glances up into his eyes, she can see the obvious concern underneath all that anger. How long has it been since someone has been concerned about my wellbeing? She thought to herself before looking away again, "I-I can't tell you…"
Natsu stares at her, she can feel it, before finally giving up with a huff of frustration, "Did you at least put ice on it?" He lets go of her chin and stalks a few feet from her, obviously angry at bother her and himself for getting so angry. He curses under his breath as she begins to speak.
"Yes, I did. It felt way better after that…" Says Lucy shakily. Her eyes fix onto his back and she watches him force himself to calm down. He breathes heavily for a moment longer before his breathing slows to a normal pace. It was dead silent between the two more long minutes after that, neither one of them saying a word or even moving from their spots. The silence is broken, however, when Natsu turns back around and smiles that carefree smile at her again, startling her. What is up with these mood swings?! She exclaims in her mind while staring at him as if he grew another arm.
"You really should stand up for yourself more, Luce." He says as he puts his hands in his pockets. His dark eyes land on her's and he continues, "Stand up to whoever hit you and the bullies at your school."
For some reason, this makes Lucy angry, "And how can I possibly do that?!" She exclaims, "I'm not like you, Natsu, I don't have muscles or a confident attitude to back me up, alright?!" She crosses her arms once again and glares at him.
Natsu continues to smile, "I'm positive you can do it, and hey…" The smile falls a bit from his face and he leans in, as if he was going to tell her a secret. She finds herself leaning in against her will as he begins to speak in his low voice, "I'll help you if need be, okay?"
She stares at him for a split second before looking away again, "Yeah, okay…I guess I'll try tomorrow when I go to school…"
"Great!"
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Meanwhile, in downtown Magnolia, a young woman is getting into her car after a long day of work at the corner of First and Maple Street. She hums a tune to herself, trying to ignore the scent of cheap perfume and sex that clung to her sweaty skin. She had just finished up with her last customer and was ready to head home to her grubby apartment a few miles away. She puts the keys into the ignition, turns it and her car roars to life. She then pulls out of the parking lot and zooms away, glad that she finally could go home. It was nearly one A.M., and barely anybody was on the road, even in this part of downtown. Her headlights illuminate the dark road ahead of her as she drives and she reaches over to turn on her radio. Immediately her favorite song blasts from the speakers, the volume turned up very high. She sings along to the pop song-it was one about this 'thrift shop' or something-and taps her fingers to the beat on her steering wheel all the way home.
When she pulls up to the deserted parking lot, she stops at her usual spot and kills the engine. She steps out of the car and onto the hard and wet asphalt of the lot. She shuts the door and clicks a button on her keychain, efficiently locking the vehicle. She begins to strut away, heading towards a large, dark building about fifteen meters from her. It was so dark out; she could barely see anything even in the dim light coming from the street lights far away that illuminated only a portion of the parking lot. She shrugs this off, already used to the darkness. She was nearly halfway there towards her destination when she hears it-a heavy footstep.
A chill runs down her spine and she quickly whips around, dark brown hair flying around her head like a halo. Her green eyes flit around nervously, taking in what she could see. There was nothing there. She stays still a moment longer before turning and walking again, this time a wee-bit faster. Her stilettos click-click-clacking against the hard ground unnerves her and she finds her arms circling around her own chest. She keeps her eyes on the large building, not wanting anything more than to be in her apartment in her shower washing away all the filth from her activities. She could not wait to wash both inside of her and outside, for she felt dirty in both places.
Was that another footstep? She turns around again, eyes widening in fright. She was beginning to panic. She glances around again before deciding to call out, "H-hey this isn't funny, asshole!" She hears nothing more after that. She rubs soothing circles into her arm and turns again, so close to her apartment complex she could smell what her Mexican neighbors had for dinner. Just your imagination, Kristie…she thought to herself quickly as she finally approaches the building. Her room was on the first floor and she easily makes her way towards it, all but running to get there. She was really creeped out by what she heard earlier but decides to brush it off as imagination as she approaches her door. It was labeled '09' by gold-colored tin nailed into the door. She quickly shuffles to get her keys and she inserts it into the lock, wincing at the familiar sound of it sliding into place. She slowly twists the knob and opens the door….
Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, a gloved hand comes down and clamps over her heavily-lipsticked mouth, turning the screech that ripped out of her into a muffled groan. She is shoved roughly into her apartment, with the hand still over her mouth. She hears her door shut behind whoever held her captive and the bolt turn. Tears leak out of her eyes as she listens to the rugged breathing of her assailant next to her ear. She already begins to plead for her life even though her mouth is covered and an arm circles around her chest, holding her in place. She begins to kick and fight back but the strength of the man is too much and she quickly loses energy. She slows down to a stop, breathing heavily through her nose and sweating profusely. Her captive holds her tight…then speaks, "Are you done?" His voice is deep, definitely one of a man in his mid-30's. She does not answer, only continues to sob into his already saliva-covered glove.
That's when she sees the knife.
Kristie's eyes go huge and she begins to fight again, screaming and crying hysterically. She repeats the same word over and over again, "Please! Please!" She screams her throat raw, until her chest hurts so much she feels like it was about to split open. This can't be happening!
"Shhh…" She hears in her left ear, a sound that should be comforting but is instead horrifically grotesque. "I'm so sorry…"
The knife comes to her throat and with one quick jerk of the wrist, the terrible deed is done. Blood gushes down the woman's chest and the murderer is quick to raise a large, clear plastic jug to the wound. The container begins to fill with the murky, crimson substance and when it is full, he swiftly brings up another that was attached to his hip. In the end, he only fills up about five before he sets the woman down on the already blood stained carpet as gently as if he were placing down a snoozing infant. With her throat still gushing blood, her eyes, still open wide with terror, are closed shut by his red-bathed fingers. He takes her hands and places them together on her chest, making her look as if she should be in a coffin, decorated with make-up and looking so at peace. The man turns picks up the jugs, three in one hand and two in the other; he exits the apartment room, locking the door behind him. Thankful for the absence of light, the killer makes his way towards his parked car at the very edge of the lot, far away from any light in the area. The cold night air pricks at his handsome face as he walks, dark ebony eyes holding only icy coldness. He needed to get home quickly before he got irritated.
He places the jugs full of blood in the back of his car, making sure they were extra secured by bungee rope. He could not afford to spill the contents. He puts his keys into the ignition once he sits in the driver's seat and starts up the vehicle. With a low grumble the car takes off, looking as inconspicuous as a blade of grass in a prairie. He gets onto the main road, relishing in the fact that the kill was successful. Of course, he didn't figure she would fight so much. He had thought she would have been too scared to move-a lot of women like her were. He picked off her kind because they were the easiest targets. Nobody cared about prostitutes. Cops don't really look into the murders of those girls because they have far more important stuff to do. He really picked a good time too, especially with that little white girl who disappeared not too long ago in the richer side of town. He was no racist but everyone cared about a little girl, especially a white one, over a hooker that probably had a drug addiction. Of course, he didn't care if the person was on drugs or not. He always told the murderer that all blood tasted the same, no matter who it came from. One time he had asked him if a person who had AIDs mattered and he simply replied, "Aren't AIDs victims in hospitals? Why would you go there to get me lunch?" It had made sense.
While thinking about the poor lady he just murdered and how his friend might react, he realizes he needs to make a right turn, and quickly jerks the steering wheel around, swinging the car dangerously around. Many people honk at him but he couldn't care less, especially after hearing the sound of heavy things falling over in the back and a swish of liquid being emptied from a container. He must have not secured them down as much as he thought! His ebony eyes go huge and he glances behind to see that all five jugs had toppled over, splashing the crimson gore all over the back of his car. "Shit!" He exclaims, knowing that he did not have time tonight to make another kill. He would have to go back and explain to his friend what had happened… "Fuck, God damn it!"
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Natsu's head snaps up when he hears the familiar sounds of the front door being opened and slammed shut. He raises a pink eyebrow and walks out of his bedroom to see his best friend/guardian stomp into the household. He sniffs the air delicately and the scent that hits his nostrils makes his mouth water and his fangs poke out of his mouth, "Gray…you still have blood on your gloves…" He says, trying to keep himself from attacking his friend. Gray doesn't even look at him as he rises up one single drenched jug and sets it down on the counter of their kitchen. Natsu looks over at it in surprise and questions, "Gray…where's the rest?" His dark onyx eyes focus in on the tiny slosh of liquid at the very body of the container. He licks his lips before scrambling over and grabbing the thing, hoisting it up and to his mouth. His eyes flash gold as he greedily licks up the crimson with a probing tongue, practically moaning at the flavor that hits his mouth. But too soon the euphoria is over, leaving him not near satisfied. He slams the jug down and glares at Gray, "Where is the rest, Gray?!" He demands in an almost animalistic voice with eyes made of fire.
Gray glances at him before stripping of his gloves and bloody hoodie. He had tried his best to salvage what he could, but it was of no use. He lost all of the blood he had worked so hard to acquire. He was letting his friend go hungry, something that made him feel so horrible he could vomit. He knew how his friend got when he was thirsty. He sighs heavily before saying, "I got distracted…I'm so sorry." He clenches his fists and waits for his long time friend to explode, which he does.
"What?!" Natsu roars with eyes full of fury, "How in seven hells did you get distracted?! How could you let this happen?! I need to feed, Gray, you know this!"
Gray nods quickly, "Y-yes, I know, please forgive me." Natsu snarls loudly, quite like some beast would before he turns towards the door and stalks towards it. Gray watches after him with huge eyes and exclaims, "Where are you going?!"
"Where the humans are." Is all he says before he slams the door shut behind him, and the sound makes Gray wince visibly. He stares at the wood door before shaking his head and sighing softly, this is not good.
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He was a man of about 24 years or so, with a clean shaven face and pretty baby blue eyes. He as of medium height and build, not too small and not too big, and he had the legs of a runner. He jogs along the side of the apartment complex building, looking forward to getting home to his mom. She could not know what he had just been doing; it would break her frail old heart. But man that woman was so fine that he just couldn't help himself! After he was done with her he had thrown her clothes back at her and left, leaving her crying and bleeding on the ground. Did he care? Hardly. The bitch had it coming with the way she was dressed! He continues along with a happy look and feel to him, wondering if his mother was still awake and waiting for him. She often was. As he turns around a corner he comes face to face with a young man swaying about as if he were drunk. He raises an eyebrow and look over the man up and down. He didn't look that tough so if he tried anything, he was sure he could overpower him. He scoffs and decides to call out to the male, "Hey, man, you alright?" He does not get a response at first and the man keeps on moving closer, swaying back a forth. What the fuck is up with this pussy? He thought to himself as he watched him, "Yo, stay back or I might have to stick ya'." He says while pulling out a switch blade knife from his back pocket. Yet even so, the man continues to near him, "Hey, did you hear me? I'll stab you!"
Nothing, and then he hears a low and faint sound. It takes him a second to realize it is a chuckle. His eyes widen as the man begins to speak, completely sober, "Oh really?" The man lifts his head up, revealing the scariest sight he has ever seen. This man's eyes were complete gold, but not a nice shiny gold, more like a mustard-yellow type of gold. His mouth was filled with fang after fang, like a shark. They all come down to a deadly point that drips with saliva. His tongue darts out and licks along his thin and slightly chapped lips, smearing them with spit as well. The chuckle increases in sound to a laugh and the man mockingly smirks at him, "I'm soooo scared~!"
The normal looking man, the rapist, backs up in fear and stupidly drops his switch blade. As if it would do anything for him anyway. He rises up his hands to defend himself and he stutters out, "W-what are you?"
The monster contemplates over this. Should he say something cheesy like 'your worst nightmare'? Or should he say something cool like 'the boogeyman'? He decides not to say anything at all and instead leaps forward at inhuman speed, grabbing the poor man by his throat and forcing him up against the brick wall of the apartment complex. The man begins to beg and plead for his life-they all do-as the beast's face moves closer and closer. His shark fangs shine brilliantly in the moonlight casting on the two as he takes his time with his prey. He was squeezing the man's throat so tightly that he could barely speak, more or less even scream. He had him right where he wanted him, helpless and terrified. His smirk broadens hugely as he decides to finally take what he wants.
His teeth sink into the man's shoulder, instantly breaking bone and gushing blood. The very taste of it throws him into a frenzy and he begins to rip and tear at the man, ridding of the clothes that blocked him from flesh. His claws rake down the man's torso, leaving many gushing wounds. The man tries to scream but can't in his hold. He is forced to watch in excruciating pain as the monster tears his stomach open and grabs at his intestines, even eating some of the stuff. What he really wants is the blood though, for he ingests most of that and whatever else gets in his way. His tongue snakes out again and licks all over the man's insides, moaning at the taste and feeling of guts in his hand. The tastes, the smells, the feelings…it was orgasmic! His breathing becomes labored as he reaches up, removes his hand and tears open the throat of the long dead prey with a sickening rrrriiiiippppp! He laps up the juices that escape the torn appendage, and he forces the limp head up, breaking neck bones and snapping muscles and arteries. Oh sweet, sweet arteries that once used to contain blood now gushes it, filling him to the brink. He lets out a low moan at the flavor and smirks darkly as he feels his member twitch. Whenever he attacked personally he always got a certain thrill that usually turned into him having a hard-on [A/N: Do not ask how, considering blood no longer runs in his veins! Just appreciate it!].
When the body was completely void of any more substance, Natsu turns and staggers away, licking his blood coated lips and smiling at the feeling of being full.
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How was that? Did you enjoy 'monster Natsu'? I know I did! I TOLD YOU HE IS NO CLEAN VAMPIRE! HE WILL EAT YOU! –cough- Anyway, thanks for viewing!
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