Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail
Previously:
Why wasn't she crying? She was supposed to cry. This was sad. Nothing was right. All of this was wrong.
5 years later, on a mission to hunt vampire
"Lucy!" Her father called out.
She nodded, and took out her silver blades. Then she killed the vampire in one swift stroke. But after she saw what she had done, her blood went cold, and her face turned pale.
"What have I done?" she whispered, barely audible. She had killed a vampire child, and only a child of 3 years old. And what was more disturbing was that he looked exactly
like Lucy looked like when her mother was dead. His blond hair was dyed red with blood, and his eyes were still streaming with tears, even after he had died. He looked
absolutely terrified. Her tears were slowly turning white, the color that it turns when it signals that the vampire was dead.
Lucy clutched herself as she shook violently. Her father went over to her and asked her what was wrong. She pointed at the child. Her father stared at the vampire child, and his expression turned stony cold.
Slap.
Lucy held her cheek and looked with wide frightened eyes at her father.
"You must grow up, Lucy, and learn how to kill without tears."
That was the final straw for Lucy. She packed up the night after, and left home. She never went back again. The only homesickness she ever felt was towards her mother.
She was relatively happy. She never did anything unless it was to protect a human. And as she recalled the memory, while watching the ever changing weather outside,
a wave of nausea over took her. The vampire that killed her mother... He had hair a little lighter then blood. She stared straight at Natsu. And she knew. Several feelings
overtook her, all of which caused her to cry. Natsu looked astounded at one moment, then bent over, and held his hand to my forehead. He looked at me kindly with onyx
eyes, and said,
"Sleep."
R and R please!
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