***DISCLAIMER***

Fairy Tail and it's characters are owned by Hiro Mashima, I do, however own my main character, Cruor, and any other characters not mentioned in the anime or manga.

This chapter gets dark so if the idea of cannibalism or anything similar bothers you, I have placed markers for you to skip that scene. You have been warned.

Enjoy!

After her shower, Cruor dressed in simple purple silk sleep pants and a matching black tank. She combed out her long hair, allowing it to cascade down her back to dry. Walking out of the bathroom, she went to the side of the bed and sat on the edge, facing the egg that rested next to her. She traced fingers over the swirling patterns of the shell, musing as to what the little cat would look like. Would it be male or female? Would it be red? Black? Another color altogether? Would it have the dark temperament that she had?

Cruor winced a little at the last part. She really hoped that the small Exceed would be more relaxed and cheerful than she was. "What are you going to be like?" She asked the egg. Almost in answer, the egg began to shake, cracking along the top. Cruor held her breath and giggled almost giddily, the time had come, finally. She was about to meet the little cat.

The egg broke open and out popped two heads. TWO?! Cruor had heard that twin Exceeds could happen but never in her life had she expected hers to be such. They both jumped out of the egg and into her lap, purring and staring at her with expectant eyes.

One was black with large red eyes, much the same color as her own, with a single strip of dark red along the spine. The other was deep gray with a strip of green along its spine the color of emeralds, its eyes matched the color of the stone more with the shining interest within them. They eye very similar in appearance other than color and they moved in the same fluid motion.

"Hello," said the black Exceed.

"Are you our mother?" asked the gray.

Cruor smiled warmly, "I suppose I am, little ones. My name is Cruor. Would you like me to name you, or would you like to pick?"

The two seemed to consider as they looked at each other for a few moments before the black Exceed answered, "We want you to choose!" The gray feline was nodding vigorously.

"Very well," Cruor picked up the black cat. "Are you male or female?"

"I'm a guy! And she's a lady!" he replied, pointing to himself and his sister in turn.

Cruor chuckled, "You may be Carnelian, as your eyes remind me of that gem. Does that suit you?

Carnelian grinned widely and nodded his head before leaping to her shoulder and waiting for her to name his sister.

The mage lifted the gray cat, "You may be Beryl. It's another gemstone. Emeralds are part of this type of gem and again your eyes remind me of such."

Beryl smiled as well and jumped onto Cruor's other shoulder, both cats purring contentedly.

The blood mage smiled as she turned on the lacrama tv and found a movie to watch. She settled back and allowed her mind to drift. She not only had one but two friends who would need her to care for them and she knew she was outgrowing Lucy's apartment, fast. Sighing at the thought she began making a mental list of what she would need to do for her own apartment.

Find a place. Furniture. Food. Rent. Utilities. Small items like towels and cleaning supplies. Ugh.

She nudged the twins off of her and went to the balcony, leaving the two to watch the screen. Cruor could feel her bloodlust rising and hoped that she could get Cobra to watch the cats so she could go feed. She really didn't want that to be the first thing they saw her doing. Fuck. She didn't want anyone. To see her like that. Not that she cared what people thought of her, but because she didn't like the questions about that particular part of her life. Being a dragon slayer of her type meant that she was liable to lose her shit in a split second during a fight if she hadn't fed. And she also knew that her insanity wasn't fully just from her magic, it was because of who she was.

She liked killing and torturing people. She also liked the taste of blood and flesh. The tangy sweetness of the raw meat playing across her taste buds, especially when she kept her victim alive to force them to watch as she devoured their flesh. Cruor shivered in delight at the thought of what would happen tonight. A sound at her back had her whipping her head around as the hotel door opened and Cobra stepped in carrying three large bags of food.

Cruor walked back in from the balcony and sat on the bed again, letting her feet dangle as her two Exceeds crawled into her lap, "That's quite a bit of food."

The Poison Dragon Slayer nodded towards the cats, "Looks like it's a good thing considering you're taking in strays now." He smirked as he set the bags on the table near the mini fridge.

Carnelian walked over to the end of the bed and huffed his chest out before angrily growling, "We aren't strays you toxic baboon!"

Cruor could only giggle at the sight of the small cat standing up to this obviously powerful mage.

Cobra, however, was not impressed and quickly picked up Carnelian by a foot, holding him upside-down. Baryl ran over, jumping up and allowed her wings to come out which were like a black version of the angel-like ones that Happy had. She flew around and head-butted the slayer, causing him to become distracted before her brother promptly bit the hand that held his paw captive.

Before falling, Carnelian brought out his wings which matched his sisters' and flew up, floating next to her out of the now obviously irritated mages reach. Cruor was laughing at this whole display, holding her sides and tears running down her cheeks.

She stopped when Cobra grabbed her ankle and held her upside-down, just as he had done to the black cat. You think that was funny?" He growled, his eye narrowing.

"Oh I know it was," Cruor rasped, catching her breath. "You were just out-smarted by my two Exceeds after they have only been out of the egg for like an hour. It was absolutely hilarious."

Oh, so it was funny? Cobra thought as he released his grip on the woman's leg, allowing her to fall on her head with a loud thud! "Oh, oops. My hand slipped," He lied as a smirk formed across his lips.

Cruor rolled her eyes and got up, "Carnelian, Beryl, behave yourselves, I need to go out." With that she went to her bag and retrieved an outfit and disappeared into the bathroom.

Cobra looked over to the two Exceeds, annoyed because while he still didn't have his, this woman had two. He wouldn't say it was unfair, but it still was. He grabbed a container out of a bag on the table and opened it, placing it on the bed near the cats, "Eat."

They looked at the grilled fish with curious eyes before they ravenously attacked it, realizing their hunger. "Thanks," came from the gray one.

Cobra grunted as he sat with his orange chicken and rice, watching the tv as he ate. He was almost done with his first helping before he heard a click and glanced over to see Cruor step out of the bathroom. His eye widened at the sight of her in a tight black leather corset dress with red lacing up the front. It exposed most of her legs and he could tell that it was also laced up each side, taking note of the fact that she obviously wore no undergarments as she turned and placed her other clothes on the table.

She slipped on some high heeled boots that came up to her knees and strapped her daggers to her thigh with a garter, "Close your mouth, I don't want drool all over the place."

Cobra snapped his jaw shut and blinked a couple times. "Whe-" He coughed as his throat was suddenly dry, "Where are you going in that?"

Cruor pulled her hair into a high pony tail and grinned. His reaction was adorable. "I'm hungry," She replied, simply.

The maroon haired man pointed at the food on the table, "I just brought food back." He saw an image of her with a glass of what looked to be blood in her hands, licking her lips before drinking it down. "Oh."

Cruor giggled, "Yeah, I'll be back in an hour… or two." She reached down and pet both cats, "Please behave, I don't want to kill him for hurting you two." Both Exceeds smiled at her, nodding with full mouths before going back to their food. She grabbed what looked like two empty wine bottles and turned to the door.

Cobra stayed silent as she walked out of the room, hips swaying deliciously in the tight leather she wore. If the sight of her drinking blood from a wine glass like it was the finest red hadn't made him horny - and, Gods, why had it? - then the movement of those lovely hips would have. He licked his lips and went into the bathroom with both images still in his head, he needed some fucking relief.

*** NEXT PART IS EXTREMELY FUCKING GORY AND CONTAINS CANNIBALISM, PLEASE SKIP TO THE NEXT LINE IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO READ THIS KIND OF STUFF***

Screams split the night, making crows fly through the trees. The man held to the large redwood, his limbs - the ones that were left anyways - were splayed out with dark red chains. Blood that should have been seeping into the earth was being caught into what looked like a floating ball of blood in front of him. "Please…" He begged.

Cruor grinned evilly as she lifted a large chunk of his leg to her lips, devouring it before him. She cackled as the man pissed himself. Too bad, she would have loved to eat that part as well, it would have only been a couple bites, but would have made for a good snack as that part of the body was usually very sweet. She tutted, shaking her head, "Now that won't do, my dear. I had hoped to have your dick be my midnight snack and you just ruined it." The man was shaking and crying, not comprehending her words. "Now then, you know that the reason you're here is because of what you attempted to do to me earlier, right?" She asked with a hint of sweetness to her voice.

The man's head dipped, "Yes, I'm sorry. Please just let me go. I won't do anything like that again. Just pl-" His begging was turned into screams as Cruor shoved a dagger into his side, feeling it slice a lung. She sent her magic into his body to prevent any blood from seeping into the breathing organ, not wanting their game to be finished yet.

"I really don't like begging when its obvious you have nothing original to say," Cruor said with her voice dripping in disappointment. She pulled the dagger from his side and licked it clean, moaning from the taste. She again dug it into his ribs, pulling more screams from the man. The red orb behind her growing as more blood seeped from his new wound. Cruor went to the two bottles leaning against the tree and opened one with a cheerful Pop!

Walking to the red orb, she channeled her magic, creating a flow of the blood into the empty bottle, calculating until she released the flow and replaced the cork in the silver wine bottle. She repeated the process with the other bottle and leaned them back against the tree before she channeled the flow of blood straight to her mouth, moaning again as the taste hit her tongue.

No one knew how sexy this part could be. No one could understand the arousal that blood and death brought to her. She lavished in the thoughts, feeling her power replenish itself from the flow. She released her magic from all over her victim's body, allowing all of the cuts she had plugged to come to fruition. He screamed before he gurgled, drowning in his own blood. Cruor used her magic to pull all of the flesh into tiny micro fragments, allowing her to devour it with the blood as a liquid, leaving only bones and clothing that fell to the forest floor in a heap.

Cruor sighed as she pulled in the last drop, running her hands up her body as she fell to her knees, shaking slightly. She pulled the dress down, baring her breasts to the open air, her nipples hardening in the slight chill. She crawled over to the pile of bones and found a long femur that would work for her. She quickly used her magic to shape it, giggling softly at the new dildo made of bone. She ran it over her breasts and then down her leather covered body, trailing it back up between her muscled thighs.

She pinched and kneaded her left nipple as she used the makeshift dildo to satisfy the arousal that had overtaken her. She gasped and moaned as she shoved it into her tight hole, feeling the ridges of bone brushing across the sweet spot deep within. Cruor moaned louder as she moved it in and out of herself, pinching her pink nipple harder.

"Oh… Cobra…" She stopped. Where the fuck had that though come from? She thought for a moment before shrugging it off, she was far to horny to care at the moment. Continuing her ministrations, her moans got louder. She laid back on the dewy grass and pumped the bone in and out of her sopping hole, crying out as she picked up the pace.

Cruor felt herself coming up to her peak and pinched her other nipple before biting into her lip, hard. She screamed out as her orgasm overtook her body. White clouding her vision, her body clamping down on the bone-turned-dildo. Her breath shuddered out as she relaxed against the grass, trying to collect oxygen. She got up, leaving the bone embedded within herself but cutting off the end so as to not be visible from under her dress. Cruor pulled up the dress and grabbed her two bottles before heading back to the hotel room, licking blood off the lip she had punctured.

**STILL A LITTLE QUESTIONABLE BUT SHOULD BE SAFE FROM HERE***

Cobra rolled over in bed as the bathroom door shut and Cruor stepped out dressed in her sleep clothes. She looked… Relaxed. He hoped she had fed enough so that she wouldn't have to go out again and leave him with her two terrors. The damn things hadn't shut up the entire time she was gone, asking him questions about himself and their new "mom" as they called Cruor. He feigned sleeping as he saw the woman in question put something white into her bag with her leather dress. Is that a- Cobra shook the thought away. Sure she seemed sadistic, but that was probably too far, even for a blood slayer.

Cruor walked out of his line of sight and when she laid down on her side of the bed, he caught a whiff of… was that arousal? Cobra's eye widened as he realized the thing she put into her bag really was what he thought it was; a dildo made of bone. He couldn't think of why but the thought was… sexy. It would be disgusting and worthy of a few trips to a therapist or psychiatrist by most people's standards, but, to Cobra, that was the type of crazy he loved. The type of crazy he craved.

As her breathing evened out behind him, he caught flashes of her dream and that confirmed ever suspicion he had. She was dreaming of everything she had done that night. A large man with buzzed hair grabbing her as she walked down an alley, her grabbing him and putting him into a tree, eating the flesh of a leg in front of the sobbing bastard, taunting him. He saw her pleasuring herself with a bone she had shaped into a dildo, her pert nipples bruising from how hard she pinched them. Cobra found himself growing hard again and briskly walked back into the bathroom to take care of himself for the second time that evening, not noticing the woman who caused his problem smiling to herself knowingly.