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Dusk now hit the town of Magnolia, replacing the once bright star that hovered over the lake town. The city gladly embraced the darkness that the lunar figure in sky offered. It was as if the city of Magnolia was being devoured by the abyss itself, the streets were now bare, empty, devoid of life as the residents retreated back into the safety of their homes. The only life present was the stray animals that roamed throughout the dark alleyways and the occasional fireflies that flew across the grassy meadows, in the outskirts of Magnolia. Light posts flickered on and off, further adding to the dark atmosphere that now presents itself within the city.
A slight foggy mist now graced the air surrounding parts of the city. If one were to be in the middle of it, it would have been incredibly difficult to see through, as it was thick and heavily dense. But the luminous moon shone overhead, casting a beautiful silver light through the fog, allowing a path to be seen on the dark streets of the city. The city was dark, gloomy, and endless like a void, but yet it was a stunningly breathtaking sight to behold. A single raven took flight in the skies overhead. It simply flew in circles majestically, waiting for something, something specific to happen. With each flap of its tiny black wings, small feathers flew down gracefully, as a gentle breeze came by and lifted them away into the horizon.
Within the next few moments a sudden black burr could be seen reflecting off the corners of the birds eyes, it was hopping from building to building. It moved so quickly and with so much intensity, that the simple human eye could not make out what it was, leaving behind the illusion it was just a simple blob of black coursing through the night sky. Eventually it came to a stop, the figure revealed to be a tall muscular man with long spiky jet black hair, he landed gracefully on top of a light post. He seemed to be searching for something, as he eyed his surroundings with mild interest, lifting his head up and with a quick sniff of the air, he was gone once again, deep into the night life of which was Magnolia.
Damn. This was rather boring, he was left jumping from building to building, searching for the perfect opportunity to strike. When would the fun begin? It made him impatient, he wasn't the one to wait, he drove right into the heart of combat, not once thinking about death, or fear. He was the source of fear, the one in which people cowered in the presence of, he was the manifestation of the word itself. No he was not full of himself, or thought himself to be the "shit", but he would gladly admit he could be an arrogant bastard at times. It wasn't his fault, it was the way he was raised, and by the one whom had raised him. If it was one thing he remembered from his studies it was this. Never show weakness to anybody, once you start to do that, people begin to take advantage of you, start to walk all over you, this was simply how the world worked in his eyes. So he did what he had to do to make it in the world. He grew up to obtain power, to show he was not a weakling, yet he paid the price, he cut off all who tried to get close to him. He paid no heed to emotions nor the attention people tried to offer him, it made the mind weak. So he literally grew a wall of unbreakable iron around his heart. Sealing off the world around him.
And here he was, following orders from his so called guild master. He chuckled to himself, the irony was it not? But no, he was not doing this for that man's intentions, not for his goals, not for his dreams and surely as hell not for his sake. Everything that the black haired man did up to this day of age was for himself, no one else but him. There had been only one reason, and one reason only for why he accepted this task, to shed blood on the guild, which his very own guild master loathed so much. It was to taunt a certain person from that exact same guild. A person whose rage will know no bounds once peaked to such heightening levels. It was simple; he wanted to fight this man, to conquer, to dominate, to reign over, to be the strongest slayer in Magnolia.
Salamander. The legendary fire dragon slayer from Fairy Tail. This was the man he wished to conquer, to set an example of, but first things first, he must provoke the dragon, and then his wish shall be granted. Iron and Fire. Two powerful elements being pit against each other. Whose roar was stronger, whose wings were bigger and whose talons dished out the most damaged? This is what he lived for; he lived to fight, lived for the thrill. Natsu Dragneel will indeed fall before him. And he will be the dragon slayer to stand at the top. He would make sure of it, for Metalicana's sake.
Metalicana. The iron dragon had been his foster father, taking him in at such a young age. To be honest, the bastard was the definition of selfish and it still confuses Gajeel to this date to why the dragon had ever taken interest in him when he was a boy. But if it weren't for his teachings, Gajeel would probably be lying in his grave somewhere in the world right about now. The beast had told him to be the strongest and if he wasn't, he was to overthrow whoever was standing at the top of the podium. If he was at the top, there would be no more need to live in fear, to fight, and to run from death itself. And to say, Natsu was in his way from rising to the so called podium. Even though the iron dragon slayer grew a cold heart and did not fear facing death, he still believed in the words of the dragon. To be known as the strongest you must fight for it. Clenching his fists rather tightly, he was itching for a fight.
Stopping for a brief moment from soaring through the air, he landed softly onto a light post, making no sounds whatsoever. Being an iron dragon slayer, he had to deal with the massive amounts of weight and pressure that his body used whenever he used the so called "lost magic's". After many years of training, gallons of sweat and loud cursing he perfected his magic to being able to use it without his body slowing down to cope with the heavy weight of iron that plagued his body. He was nimble as a feather and agile like a fox. Smirking at the thought, he tilted his head upwards to the sky, sniffing the air, taking in the surrounding environment scents. In a matter of seconds the scents of three humans, in which he assumed were huddled close together in proximity, were close to his current position.
Bingo. It was time to have some fun. Once again he was soaring through the night skies of Magnolia.
Finally after a few minutes of searching, he saw three figures walking together, their scents exactly the same as the ones he picked up before. Allowing his body to fall from the sky, he landed a few feet behind the unexpecting mages. Hell they still haven't caught on to him, if it was him in their shoes, he would have already sensed the presence of an unwanted person in the area. But hell not everyone had the heightened senses of a dragon. Then Gajeel's eyes widen in realization, these were no ordinary mages, they were mages from Fairy Tail. A smirk now adorned his facial features, this made it a lot easier for him. He would surely send him a message after this encounter. "Look at what we have here." The dragon slayer announced rather lazily.
In surprise all three of the mages turned around, shocked to see someone out, at this time of day. "Two bastards from Fairy Tail…" His eyes wandered to the last mage, she was rather petite looking. "And a bitch, oh joy." He finished, as he watched the expressions of the two male mages change from shock to pure rage in a matter of seconds. Just the response he was looking for.
"Oh what fuck did you just say to us, who the hell do you think you are?"
"J-Jet, tha-that's the S-class mage from Lord Phantom Guild, the legendary iron dragon slayer!"
The man called Jet's eyes widened in fear at the sudden information from what Gajeel assumed to be his partner. "Gajeel Redfox…what the hell is a Lord Phantom S-class doing all the way out here, this is Fairy Tail territory!" Gajeel's face was rather expressionless as he listened to these men blabber. "You two are boring me with your stories, it's giving me a rather nasty headache." The jet black haired man said his once blank face now changed to a sickening jester like grin. "What do you want from us?" They asked him, waiting for an answer, the seconds rolled by and his eyes flickered dangerously, as his smile widened even further.
"Blood." He said as he cracked his neck in rotation. In a split second he was face to face to Jet, he stared into his eyes that consisted of nothing but fear, this is what he lived for. Smiling, he slammed his large iron fists into Jet's stomach, the man's eyes rolling to the back of his head, as he coughed up blood from the impact. His body became weightless as it slumped to the floor limp, with a small thud, once skin made contact with the street. Another sound reached his ears, he turned to the direction of the girl, who' dropped the books that she was carrying, pages of notes flying here and there. She looked like she had been to hell and back, her body was shaking in fear as she watched her comrade fall before her very eyes. "Levy get out of here quickly, get help!" The other man finally made a move, as he sent his fist flying towards Gajeel, but it was no use, the black haired man simply caught the rather tiny fist compared to his hand. With a bored expression on his face, he put a weight crushing pressure on the man's fist. Hearing a large crack echo in the silent night, he was now satisfied to hear the screams of agony as he broke the man's hand, he decided it was enough and slammed his knee into his gut, efficiently ending the painful screams as the man fell unconscious.
Now all was left was the girl. The Dragon slayer turned around to see her still standing in the same spot, she should have ran when she had the chance. Slowly he made his way towards her.
With each step he took towards the girl, he took note of the girl called "Levy's" appearance. Her hair was a darkish marine color, it was wavy and wild, her locks reached past both sides of her slender face. A yellow bandanna was adorned in her hair, with a single pink flower on the left end. Like he noticed before, she was a rather petite girl, she looked as if she would break if not handled with complete care. Oh he would enjoy his time with her, every second of it. She also wore a short teal colored summer dress, with a white ribbon that wrapped around her neck, and showcased near her rather plump breast. Taking the final steps, he was now in hand reaching distance of the marine haired girl.
She fell to the ground before her. Reaching her hands behind her, she crawled a few inches back, he could smell the saltiness escaping her eyelids. She was on the verge of crying. "Pl-pleaase, don't hurt me." The girl pleaded with him, as the tears escaped her eyes, but she did not close them, no not once, every second she watched him. This girl was rather strange, why was she not attempting to flee? She had plenty of opportunities while he had ruthlessly beaten her friends, and yet she stayed and watched. What was going on in that head of hers? To say the least, this girl was somewhat interesting.
Then he felt something cold and wet prick his skin. Looking up towards the dark skies, grey clouds loomed overhead, as small droplets of water began to pour from the heavens. It was no storm, but the rain was heavy, and his clothes were getting drenched. Shit, he should hurry this up. Diverting his attention back to the girl, he watched as the tears mixed freely with the rain, she hiccupped every now and then. Finally taking action, he leaned down towards the girl, grabbing her arms rather roughly he lifted her up to her feet. Her eyes seemed to widen in shock at the contact, as her kneels seem to wobble. Shit. As he expected her knees gave out on her and she came slamming into his chest. With a growl of frustration his right arm wrapped around her tiny waist, keeping her balanced, it would be a nuisance to have her falling right back down right after picking her up.
The girl gasped at the contact, she lifted her head up from his chest, staring into his eyes. Hazel. He growled once again in utter annoyance, clenching his fists, her head snapped back as she flinched, and the fear of being hit present in her features. "What are you going to do with me?" She had asked him, he did not respond, he simply stared at her with cold eyes. He took the time to take in her scent, he could smell the fear, the confusion, and it leaked out of her like no tomorrow. But no, as much as he enjoyed her fear, he was looking for her natural aroma. And then it hit him hard.
The smell of lavenders and vanilla filled his nose. What the hell was this? The scent was fucking amazing, it filled his mind and his very being. He wanted to claim this scent, make it obey him, make it his. With the thought plaguing his mind, he decided to give the girl an answer. After all she did deserve one, lasting this long with the Great Iron Dragon Slayer. Leaning in closer to the girls face, one eye closed as the rain softly landed onto her face, the other watching him fully.
"I'm going to break you."
Gajeel did not know what he was doing next, her scent had been absolutely delicious, it was as if it was bait and it was successfully reeling him in. Well then, let's have a taste shall we? Running his rather sharp nailed thumb down her cheek, he caressed her cheek bone, down to her puffed up lips, digging his nails down, he saw blood begin to drip down from her lips, she squealed as she saw the small drips of blood fall from her lips. But that had only fueled his hunger. Smirking he pulled his hand away from her face, as he saw his deed, but he wasn't done yet, he was far from it. Leaning his head down once again, he found his head against the girls naked neck, breathing in her scent once last time, with the tip of his tongue he brushed her skin. He got the response he was looking for, a small pained gasp escaped her mouth, as he continued to run his tongue down her neck.
He stopped at a particular spot on her neck, he could feel her heart beat pulsing at a rather fast rate. Continuing where he left off, he pressed his fangs against the pulse point of her neck and to his surprise a small moan escaped the girls lips. Gajeel was indeed surprised, she was supposed to be scared and trembling, yet she was enjoying every second of this. Nipping at the same spot over and over again, the scent of arousal hit his nose. That was it he had to stop now, how the fuck could he lose control of himself at a time like this? Pushing himself away from the girl, he saw that she was panting slightly, her face filled with confusion at the sudden loss of physical contact. Gajeel snarled at her, and once again she flinched and took a step backwards. "Damn bitch and her alluring scent." He said as he placed a clawed hand on her shoulders, her eyes widen, than shortly after shut close as she fell limp into his arms. The dragon slayer had pushed onto her pressure points, rendering her unconscious.
The rain continued to fall as Gajeel stood there, the girl still in his arms, he was dumbfounded at what he had just done. He knew the basic instincts of a dragon were strong, but to this extent? There was only one explanation, and he wouldn't dare give in to it. Glaring daggers at the sky, he threw the girl over his shoulders, as he approached the other two bodies lifting them up. He would carry all three of them to his next destination.
The night was still young and there was many things to be accomplished before the sun arose. His mind wandered back to the girl, Gajeel felt something, felt as if the walls around his heart had slightly crumbled tonight.
Shit.
He needed a drink and bad.
"Ah man Levy you had us out till midnight once again!" Jet was yet again complaining about their midnight adventure to the local library. Levy just giggled as she began to counsel her friend. "Well Jet, you and Droy willingly offered to accompany me, if you don't remember." "Yeah but that's beside the point, how'd you think we'd look if we let a beautiful young girl like yourself walk the streets alone late at night!" Droy joined in the conversation. "Well you do have a point…" She trailed off as she looked into the night sky her partners continuing to talk, it was a rather peaceful night, nothing really had happened at all today. But it was night like these she enjoyed. It calmed her nerves, relaxed her mind and made her feel alive. Out of the corner of her eyes, she caught a glimpse of black, curious she diverted her full attention to the subject of attention, it was a raven. The bird was flying overhead watching them, she smiled as she watched the beautiful bird circle around them a couple more times before flying off in the opposite direction.
The team of Shadow Gear continued on trekking in the night. Words of gossip escaping their mouths as they talked about the latest news, mostly pertaining a certain new stellar spirit mage and her newly formed group with the guilds dragon slayer and ice mage. It wasn't really much of a shock though, as Lucy had spoken to her about asking Natsu and Gray to form a team together. She seemed rather anxious about it, but yet excited at the same time. She had become fast friends with the blonde rather quickly, maybe it was the fact they shared the same passion for reading and writing literature? Levy did not know, but she knew Lucy was special, it was just something that radiated off of her. The marine haired girl wasn't crazy, she was sure others in the guild had noticed this too. Right?
"Look at what we have here." An unfamiliar dark voiced made itself present to her and her partners. In surprise she turned around along with both of her male escorts, to see a tall, rather muscular man standing there. He had a bored look on his face, as if nothing in the world had really interested in him. "Two bastards from Fairy Tail and…" His voice trailed off as his eyes wandered and landed on her, her heart nearly jumped out of her chest as his menacing eyes stared her down. "And a bitch, oh joy." He concluded with a shrug of his shoulders and expressing a small smirk. A wave of hurt hit her as the word he used to describe her rolled of his tongue with no regret.
"Oh what fuck did you just say to us, who the hell do you think you are?" It was Jet who was now screaming out in rage at the mysterious man. "J-Jet, tha-that's the S-class mage from Lord Phantom Guild, the legendary iron dragon slayer!" Droy stuttered out, fear seeping out of every word he said. This man was from Lord Phantom guild, not only that he was an S-Class dragon slayer!? This was not good, Fairy Tail was never on good terms with that guild, and they were nowhere near the home base. "Gajeel Redfox…what the hell is an S-class mage from Lord Phantom's guild doing all the way out here, this is Fairy Tail territory!" Jet continues to question the dragon slayer with anger.
Levy stared at the man before him, his smile had now turned into a sickening grin that grew wider with each second. "You two are boring me with your stories, it's giving me a rather nasty headache." Each word was intended to toy with them and it was working, they were definitely being played with right now. "What do you want from us?" Jet asked one last question to Gajeel. A painful silence filled the night sky, neither side said words, only glances were exchanged. The tension was killing her, the suspense was dreadful, what was this man's motives? Then the dragon's slayers eyes screamed danger as his wicked jester like grin widened.
"Blood."
With a bat of her eye lashes, everything had happened so fast, in one second the S-Class mage had been a mere ten feet away from them, now his fist were buried into Jet's stomach. Her eyes widened as she saw her friend cough up blood after blood, his body went lifeless as it fell to the earth. Something in her had gone hay-wire, she couldn't believe what was happening. The books that she held in her arms were now located a few feet away from her, and hours of research was sent flying around her. This seemed to catch the attention of the dragon slayer as he stared curiously at her with no remorse in his dark eyes. "Levy get out of here quickly, get help!" Droy screamed out at her, as he rushed the dragon slayer. But she couldn't move for the life of her. Her legs were frozen to the ground, her mind unable to register her requests to flee. Terror was all that was on her mind. A sickening crunching noise brought her out of her trance, and soon after an agonizing scream came from Droy's mouth and soon he joined the other male unconscious on the ground. Why was this happening? What had she and her friends done to deserve this?
The black haired man turned from the scene that he had just committed. His eyes focused solely on her, she was all that was left, now it was her turn to suffer the same fate. There was nowhere to run now, and even if she tried, she knew she couldn't out run a dragon whose eyes were now locked onto easy prey. He began to walk slowly towards her.
The moon's rays shined against the dangerous man with each step he took. His crimson colored eyes reflecting against the light. His sinister blood shot red eyes making him look even more horrifying. Studs were located all over his face, three right above each set of dark eyebrows, another three running down the sides of his nose. Two looped piercings shined on the side of his ear and another stud gleamed on his ear lobe. On the opposite there were no loops present but replaced by more studs. Below his lips there was a stud, further below another stud could be seen close to his chin. More studs could be seen on his large forearms, the excess of piercings all over his body made him look even more dark, and made his overall tall stature stand out.
He wore a rather worn out sleeveless dark collared blue tunic, with matching black trousers, a grey wing-liked ornament made out of feathers was located on his chest. His hair was rather long and spiky, reaching very well over his mid back. If it wasn't for the fact he had harmed her friends and next up in line was her, she would have said he had looked outright beautiful in the light of the moon. She fathomed at the outrageous thought. Focusing her attention back to the now approaching Dragon Slayer, she saw his narrowed eyes, wandering about what she assumed was her. It frightened her as he observed every detail of, seemingly studying her, finding out all her weakness's, her strengths, and all the possible ways to defile her. Her body began to tremble as he was now in hand reaching distance, would he strike her down right away? Or toy with her as he seemingly did earlier with his words.
Escape. She had to at least try, she would not know if she would make it or not, but it was a worth a shot right? Moving her hands to her back, she was going to turn and run into the night, but her body had different plans for her. She fell onto her rear side, realizing her foolishness, tears stung her eyes, and it was all over now. Reaching back, she dug into the street with a hard grip, pushing her back from the S-Class mage who just eyed her down. "Pl-pleaase, don't hurt me." These very words escape her mouth, not once in Levy's life she had ever found herself pleading, begging for her very own life. She felt weak, crushed and hopeless. But she would not close her eyes, she will watch her fate being given to her by the hands of this man. He would not get the sight of day of seeing her total and utterly lost in hopelessness.
Suddenly wet droplets of water began to pelt her forehead. Taking notice as he stared upwards to the sky, the once graceful moon was now covered by the grey rain clouds. Pellets of water slowly came crashing down over Magnolia. Her hair was now soaked with water, her bangs fully covering her forehead, close to her eyelids. Hopefully he would not see the tears now running down her face, as the rain began to wash her tears away. She watched as Gajeel seemed to shrug off the weather, and reverted his eyes back onto her. Leaning down he roughly grabbed her forearms, not really caring for her well-being, she could already feel the area of skin bruising, as he pulled her up to him. Not good. She was not capable of standing up by herself yet, not with the state which she was in, she needed support. Then it happened, her knees buckled and she felt her body come crashing down the street below them. But the hard impact did not come. She instead was met with a warm, rock hard chest.
Levy gasped as he felt his strong arm encircle around her waist, supporting her weight against him. The rune scholar lifted her head up to look at his face, regretting every second of it. Crimson. His eyes stared back at her, she couldn't tell, but it was as if he was questioning himself about something. But what could possibly be on his mind at a time like this? "What are you going to do with me?" She asked without thinking. Stupid. What else was he going to do with her, but render her unconscious and do whatever he pleased with her afterwards. No reply. He had simply ignored her question. Was he smelling her…indeed he was in fact sniffing the person in front of him, who happened to be her. She flinched as droplets of water hit her eye, closing it, she continued to watch him out of the other as he finally began to speak.
"I'm going to break you."
Her heart stopped at his sudden words. He's going to break me. That was her fate, to be broken and discarded like a ragdoll. She did not want this, but she stood there and watched as his face leaned closer to hers, his eyes filled with desire. Desire for what? Once again she felt herself flinch slightly as she felt a warm sensation on her cheek. Gajeel was touching her. He ran a clawed finger slowly down her cheekbone. It was as if he was caressing her. It sent cold chills up and down her spine. Levy couldn't make out if that was good or bad, but it seemed like he was enjoying every second of his little game with her. His finger finally stopped at its destination, her lips. The dark haired man pressed down rather roughly with the tip of his fingers. Levy's eyes widened at the sudden sensation she started to feel develop deep within her inner core. Her body wanted to respond to his touch, to squeal things she's never imagined of hearing anytime soon. No. She could not give in to this man, she could not further show more weakness. She had to be strong, strong for the sake of her guild.
Soon she tasted a bittersweet liquid on her lips. Blood. He had drawn blood from the scholar! With a gasp she gave in to her body, as she inhaled a sharp breathe, the wind air flowed into her body, slightly calming her from the current situation. Gajeel watched her, with a satisfied smile plastered all over his features. The dark blood slowly dripped from her lips, falling down to the earth below. She was sure her lips were bruising now and in the next few moments, Levy felt things she never had felt before as woman, the cause being from this man she was supposed to be calling her enemy. He dipped his head back down, this time to the base of her neck. She felt something moist come in contact with her skin and her eyes widened as she realized what it was. Jolts shook her body rather harshly, he ran his tongue down up and down her neck, repeatedly. Why was she feeling like this, this was not right, she was supposed to be mortified by this man, but yet she was left wanting, needing more of his touch. A moan escaped her mouth as she felt his sharp canine teeth pressed against her skin. The S-Class mage was teasing her and she was enjoying every second of it.
Not caring for the world anymore, or the current situation she was in right now, she allowed the waves of pleasure to hit her body, with each nip he took at her neck, she felt herself grow more dizzy, the pleasure intertwining with the fear that laid dormant in her stomach. It felt so right, but felt so wrong. Finally the waves of pleasure ceased, as the man pulled away from her, a look of total confusion was written all over his face, like he did not mean to go this far, like something else in him took control. Whatever it was, she was left panting like some kind of dog in heat. How could this happen?
With a menacing snarl and fangs bared at her, the fear had hit her at full force once again. She took a step backwards at his eyes glared daggers at her. "Damn bitch and her alluring scent." Gajeel muttered to himself, but she had heard him. Her scent. Was that the reason why he had acted the way he did? But the girl could not further ponder about it, as he was now standing in front of her. Wha..so fast. And the next thing she knew, she felt herself falling into the world of darkness. The last thing she caught sight of was his retreating hands, as he caught her once again in his arms.
Oh, wasn't that lovely? Mmm I love me some Gajeel x Levy. Haha
I enjoyed writing this chapter, I think I presented Gajeel pretty well among some other things.
And hopefully people won't chase me down with pitchforks for this haha, anyways I know for a fact some of my readers enjoyed this...I think
Haha, well anyways sorry for the lack of NaLu, hope everyone enjoyed reading chapter 4!
