Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail or it's characters, that right belongs to Hiro Mashima. Nor do I own Vampire Hunter D or it's characters, that right belongs to Hideyuki Kikuchi.

Author's Notes: This was a request by MadSoullessQueen. If you haven't read her Fairy Tail Stories, I will politely request you march over and take a peek. She specializes in MardLu, FreeLu, and LahCy (MY OTP). Warning she writes mature (M).


He was sitting in the Tavern of the small town when he had first seen the girl. His instincts instantly on alert as she marched through the crowded room and sat on one of the few empty bar stools. And from the corner of his eye, he watched as she pointed to the top shelf and a gold label bottle of whiskey. It was rather amusing to him, but after being alive for so long, he knew that there were women who could drink like a man. But this petite, busty blond just didn't look like one of them. So, he turned his attention back to his tumbler.

"Seriously? You are just gonna be a pansy and ignore that prime piece, D?"

He chose not to dignify his left Hand and with a response. He was earning a bit of grumbling through the link he had with the demonic Hand of his. The noise in the Tavern was starting to get louder, meaning he'd have to start contemplating leaving.

"Hey, girlie, why don't you come and drink that stuff over here with us!"

"Yeah, yeah. I mean, you have a lot to offer from what we are seeing."

This had him looking back at the blond girl, who had spun around, bottle in one hand, and leaned back against the bar top. Giving him a good view of just how little she wore. On top of that, it was so form-fitting to her very abundant curves.

"I don't think so," She quipped, letting her lips quirk up into a smug smile at odds with the cold light in her brown eyes.

This brought a hush over the crowded Tavern. D could sense the shift in the air as tension suddenly became thick. A mix of some of the patrons becoming agitated at the possible impending blow out from her blunt refusal.

"What, you think you are so much better than us? I mean, you are dressed like a lady of pleasure."

This had the blond openly laughing at the man who had spoken. Still, he watched, mildly amused by the girl. He could not only see that she was exuding confidence but smell it threaded through her scent. Which he decided was strange but fit her.

"Nope!" she said, popping the p. "I just don't think you or your little friends could handle me. No, that is inaccurate, I know you and your little friends cannot handle me."

The words were like a match to oil, and it was explosive. Sighing, D made to get up but was cautioned by the bartender and Tavern owner just to stay put as a flash of a blond shot past him and into the fray. While on the bar top where she had sat was the Gold Label Whiskey.

"If you gentlemen want to take a crack at me, then let's go outside. This place is nice and with reasonable prices, wouldn't due to have our fun jack the prices up," The girl said, giving a throaty laugh.

Then it was quiet once more except for the sound of grunts, groans, and moaning coming from the street outside. D's ears were picking up the sound of a whip cracking, followed by the sound of a body crashing through the swinging doors of the building. He turned his head just enough to look over his shoulder as the blond peeked in, her face red, a bit sheepish.

"Sorry, Mitch!" she said before she was yanked away.

Then her voice came back as she shouted out, Lucy Kick! in an exuberant voice. Which was followed by yet another crash from outside? It was not often something, or someone got his attention. So, when it was silent for a minute after that last crash, only to have the blond girl come back in, dusting her hands off as she sat back the bar.

"You feel better, lucy?"

The soft laugh from her had several deep chuckles from the patrons of the Tavern.

"Yeah. And before you ask, I did find some useful information," Lucy quipped, picking up the bottle and drinking straight from it.

"Ah. That is good," Mitch replied, drawling the last word out as if prompting the girl.

The said girl put the bottle on the bar top and slid from her stool. D could tell that something had happened when Mitch had spoken. He was mildly curious about how Mitch knew the girl. It has been over ten years since the last time D'd been there. And from smell alone, he could tell that there was no blood relation or any other type of relationship between them. But he could tell that there was a friendly familiarity between the two.

"Yup, have to find the person who has the information I need now, Mitch," she said.

As she walked behind him, he heard her mumble something about irony in a small town in the middle of nowhere. Then she was up the stairs to the rooms that were rented out to very few travelers that came through. Once the girl had vanished up the stairs, he lifted his head and looked at Mitch. He knew the man well, hell; he'd know his father, grandfather, and several generations back.

"I don't have to ask, I can tell, you are curious about the girl, D."

He said nothing, just met that hazel gaze.

"Five years ago, there was a meteor shower. And a few miles from town one landed... or so I thought when I went out to see if there was anything left to gather of precious metals or jewels. Instead, I found Lucy laying in the crater, bleeding, and unconscious," Mitch explained.

From there, D made logical leaps. Mitch was a kind soul and took her in. Healed her and gave her a safe place. But it didn't explain the odd scent from her or the fact that he could feel it crawl across his skin. For him, there was no mistaking that feeling; it was pure, raw magic.

"D, she has become a part of my family. And in the morning she'll have the sheriff here, again, dropping of reward money. Miss Lucy is a bit of a spitfire and has an odd knack for somehow luring the big bounties in. Kinda like moths to a flame," Mitch said.

D didn't say a thing, just nodded his head. He didn't doubt that one bit. Nope, those who were corrupt would feel the purity, power, and instinctively be drawn to the blond's magic that seemed to leak out and hang on her like a coat.

"You know... if your not happy, then why did you decide to agree to allow her to come along? Other than she gave you one hell of an explanation."

His left Hand had been giving him grief for the past week. And even now, he still didn't know why, other than the darkness in him was drawn to the girl, no woman. Lucy had made that very clear after she had accosted him in the hallway when he was on his way to his room. She had been leaning against the only window up there, the silver light of the moon causing her body to be haloed in a pale aura. That gave her an ethereal quality. She was making him pause as she turned honey-brown eyes on him and was blunt to the point of being rude.

Efficiently she told him that he was the person she needed to find and talk to. Clearing up what she meant about her comment on irony. Not once did she give him a chance to get a word in edgewise. A rare feat with him. Of course, he would typically just leave. He knew it was the pull of her magic and the purity that she radiated that had kept him rooted. Unable to say no when she, very polite, requested he brings her on his quest to find the ancient.

She stated that she had to ask the ancient question. One that she felt D had to earn the right to know. He had balked at the idea, telling her flat out no to begin with. The almost feral smile she had given him before informing him that she could track with the best of them, so she'd just follow him until he either gave in or killed her. She had startled him, though he didn't show it. She just proved just how determined she'd be, and he could tell that Lucy was very truthful, hence why she was now riding along with him on his quest.

"D, give in. I am a part of you. And am well aware of your... repressed needs and desires."

A muted grunt of pain came from his Hand as he mentally triggered pain in his Hand Hand. It hurt him too, but he was not enjoying where the demon hand was going.

He stood there, staring at Lucy. Face impassive and hidden in the shadows of his wide-brim hat. It was not easy to impress him. But over the course of the last six months, the woman had done it. Her tenacity was almost scary to him since it ran along the same lines as his own. She had a smug smile on her face, splattered with the blood of the current vampire they'd tracked down and mined for information. He still didn't understand that colloquialism. Her eyes were practically glowing as she made that strange whip, that his instincts told him the first time, she pulled it out was dangerous back on her hip.

"Well, you heard the bastard. I suggest we get going. There will be no rising from the now permanent dead status now," Lucy huffed.

Not saying anything, like usual, D turned and sheathed his sword. They now had a time and place. The knowledge of the next blood moon left little time, meaning they'd be hard-pressed to get where they needed to be for the ancient's castle before it vanished until the next one, which would be either two or three years depending on the rotation of the planet. And he wanted his task done.

Jumping onto his horse with ease, he turned and watched as she strode over to her, grabbed the horse's mane and saddle pommel, and seated herself. When her eyes met his eyes, her head dipping in a small nod, he nudged his beast forward. Time was short, and he knew that she'd keep up one way or another.

"You really need to get yourself figured out."

"Be quiet," he muttered under his breath, through the heavy scarf. His Hand had become rather persistent in the last few weeks. Annoying him greatly.

The snarl that was ripped from the girl as he stared at her was impressive. Anger, frustration, and sadness threaded through her scent as he stayed silent. He didn't know what to think in all honesty. D knew the woman, Lucy, was different from other humans. And now, he knew why. He had not quite believed what Mitch had said about finding her were the meteor hit and that she was the meteor.

"You Lie!" Lucy hissed her wrist flicking, making the magic-based whip crack against the floor.

"No, Starchild, I do not. And even if I could send you back, I would not. There is always a purpose for why things happen," The Ancient said. "But, if you want a second opinion, you can always search out the dark one. The judge of all souls. I am sure he'd be rather interested in meeting you, as all of our kind would be. You smell divine, that purity of yours is a beacon in the darkness of this world."

The low, threatening growl that tore from Lucy's throat had D watching the Ancient (his father) who stiffened and narrowed his eyes at her. Her body was faintly glowing with a golden aura. The air was becoming heavy and slightly oppressive with her unique magic. It had the fine hairs on his body standing on end.

"I hope you are ready for your fucking end, you arrogant bastard," Lucy snarled.

D felt his eyes go wide as he saw her left hand come out of the small leather pouch she wore at her side. Raising it as a magic circle appeared under her. Its light was making his eyes hurt as his Hand cried out in pain from the nature of that magic. Then in a flash of blue and red smoke, a soft bell-like chime there stood next to Lucy, a copy of herself.

"I hope you can keep this bastard occupied... for a few seconds," Lucy snapped at him, her voice thick and husky with her barely contained rage.

He knew it was not a request or suggestion. His mind was going back over five millennia ago. Recalling what his mother looked like when she was angry. D found his body moving forward as his sword hissed from its sheath. He knew that Lucy knew that this was something he had been preparing for his whole life. She knew what he was without him saying a damn thing. But not that the ancient was his actual father.

A small smile, though hidden behind his cloak's upturned collar, graced his lips as he rushed forward towards his stunned Sire. Who couldn't seem to pull his eyes from the sight that Lucy made? It didn't matter; this only helped D, making his target that much was easier to strike and kill.

D stared at the small white ball, floating a good ten feet before them. He knew what it was — a will-o-wisp. But the feel of this one was not like the other mischievous sprites. There was no ill intent. It seemed to be impatient with how slowly they were following it from the way it bobbed up and down — causing him to nudge his horse forward at a faster pace while casting a side glance at the silent, brooding blond. Who after the Death of his Sire had told him he could go his own way if he wanted.

This had shocked him and led to a mildly lengthy conversation between them. Lucy told him that he didn't need to stay with her, she'd go on her own to find this person he mentioned. She had forced him to explain that she was looking for a God. Not just any god, but the one who ruled over Death itself. To which she just laughed at him. She is claiming that she was used to dealing with a God on a personal basis.

It had been two months since then, making it to the far stretches of the west, where the sun sank below the horizon. In that time, he had learned a lot about the blond that she was indeed from a different world altogether. Had friends who were her family there. Which was why she was hell-bent on going back. That where she was from, she was a mage, a rare type to boot, called a Celestial mage. And that the other her he had seen what looked like a set of small floating twins she was called Gemini, or Gem and Mini, the Zodiac Twins.

The spell she had cast had decimated the castle, all familiars and other vampires that had been in there and finished his Sire off. It was impressive and horrifying. The sheer amount of magic used had left a small crater, and his skin feeling burned.

"Are you sure you want to come with me? I mean you can turn back," Lucy said in a soft voice.

Turning his head, D leveled her with a flat glare. Making her shrug, flush and look away from him. He had noted how she interacted with him was changing. And as they rode through the dead, and perpetually night-lit forest, D wondered if he should just leave her, only to balk at the idea. He knew why as well, but that was something he was not going to even think about.

So, in silence, they rode for hours more before coming to a set of train tracks that seemed so out of place in the dead forest. When the will-o-wisp stopped and grew brighter, turning into a trolley cart on the tracks, D knew what they had to do. Shooting a brief look at Lucy, seeing surprised etched on her face as she just sat on her horse. Snorting softly, D tied the reigns to his mount to a tree branch and walked towards the trolley. His ears hearing Lucy dismount and hurry after him.

The ride in the trolley was not long, and it led them to an abandoned train yard. That had a lot of run-down looking train engines and cars. But what stood out to him was the small house that had a lush green yard and bountiful garden in front of it, which the will-o-wisp was now floating towards the cabin, pausing for a few seconds as if waiting — indicating that they should follow.

"So, death... lives in a cottage out of a fairy tale?" Lucy whispered as she walked beside him.

Not sure how to answer that, D stayed silent as they entered the small cabin. Watching as the Will-o-wisp shifted into the shape of a little boy that ran further into the house where more voices were coming from. He stayed at the door as he watched Lucy move forward towards the voices. D felt his instincts go on alert; this was not a natural place.

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D watched as Lucy stared down the tall, platinum-haired man, who just stared back at the petite woman with his pale, milky white eyes. It was rather interesting to see a unique human woman, not backing down from a God. A God who could call her soul out of her body and kill her with a thought.

"She is something else, isn't she?"

He didn't have to reply. His left Hand already knew the answer to that question. But he would not interfere with her choice or decisions because he was fighting his own battle of wills. It was with the half of him he detested, but kept him alive, gave him all his powers and abilities.

"I refuse, Lucy Heartfilia," Death said in a soft baritone. ".And that is final."

This had Lucy sputtering and looking indignant. And D suppressed a chuckle. His mind recalling what the ancient, his Sire, had told her. That even if he could, he wouldn't.

"Why? I want to go home to my friends and family! Is that so much to ask for? My magic feels different here. And I cannot use it very often without feeling the depletion effect," she said, her voice softening, pain lacing it.

This had D shifting where he was leaning back against the wall. He didn't like it when she got like this, which was most prevalent when she slept. But now that she was awake and feeling emotional pain, it had him stirring and earning him a glance from Death himself, and that glance looked utterly amused.

"There are always reasons for things young mage. And in another few dozens years, your body will fully adapt to this world and its magic. You have a purpose here. I can see your soul, your heart... you are denying something vehemently. All to be selfish, which is not in your natural nature," Death said, his voice coming out a bit harsher now.

D watched as Lucy flinched away from God, her face going a brilliant shade of red. Her body was tensing. But what had his attention was the mix of embarrassment and longing threaded in her scent now.

"It is time for you to leave. Now that certain things have come to pass, the only thing keeping what needs to happen is the ego of people. A thing I will never understand of you mortals and demi-mortals," Death said, his Hand raised, and with a snap of long pale fingers, a gray light filled the room.

When D was able to see again, he found himself standing next to his mount. Who nickered and turned its massive head to look at him. He knew what was not said. Though the not to subtle insult had him bristling.

"I have been telling you this from the start. I am all-knowing, you know, D."

Again he chose not to respond to his left-Hand. Instead, he jumped onto his horse and noted that Lucy was already having hers stroll the way they'd come, following the will-o-wisp. He could tell from the way she sat on top of the beast that she was deep in thought. Meaning she was likely to get into trouble for not paying attention.

"Hey, D?"

Lifting his head, shifting his eyes from the dancing flames of the small campfire, D looked at Lucy. Who was staring at him? He could see the indecision in her eyes and from how she was worrying her bottom lip. When she caught his gaze, her own flicked away from his then back — choosing to wait until she spoke before he would answer. Almost a full year of traveling together, she knew his habits, as he did hers.

"About what Death said... I... still want to go back. But, for a while now... I also have wanted to stay here..." she said, her voice dropping to a whisper as her eyes dropped away from his.

Feeling a bit curious, he shifted his body and leaned back against his saddle. He could smell Lucy nervousness from where he sat. It was strong enough to overpower the smoke and wood smell from the fire. The fact it was so strong bothered him. This woman exuded confidence in spades. She wore a smile and was able to adapt quickly.

"Lucy," he said.

This startled her out of whatever she was thinking about. D knew that he could just read her mind. Had done it before and had been on the receiving end of her anger. She'd forced him to fight back and thus introduced her to his demonic left Hand. Which hadn't horrified her, nope, she was fascinated. Though when Hand had spoken to her, she squealed in shock, before torturing it with her poking and prodding.

When she still said nothing, D watched as she stood up and walked over to him — squatting down between him and the fire-raising his eyebrows at her since he was not wearing his hat. He again stayed silent, waiting. So, when she reached out and grabbed his right-Hand, lifting it and holding it in her two smaller ones — showing the difference in size clearly.

"Read my mind... I will not hide anything... I just cannot speak... it..." she mumbled.

This had him going very still as his eyes met hers. He knew Lucy was serious. He was giving the minimalist movement of nods. D let his powers flare to life, the world washing in a haze of red as D delved into her mind. He was finding that he had access to more than just her surface thoughts. Quickly he noted how organized her mind was. Soon though, he saw what she wanted him to find. To hear, though, she could not say it, and he was stunned. She had hidden this very well from him.

He was pulling himself from her mind after he got the full scope of it. Images, very vivid images, included. If he were a normal male, that would have left him flustered and a bit scared. She knew what she wanted, how she wanted it. D had also gotten to see her whole life from as early as she could remember until she arrived in his world. And the urge to hunt down the pink-haired man who had caused the explosion that triggered the dark mage as they were called in her world, to open a portal and send her through it — burnt, bloodied, and unconscious.

His field of vision shifting back to normal, he saw in the depths of her honey brown eyes that she was ready for his rejection. Letting a very rare smile appear on his face, D curled his HandHand, so it now cupped her face.

"I do not doubt you, Lucy," he said.

With a small tug on her face, sending her spilling forward to his body, D brought his left arm up and wrapped it around her. The way her eyes went comically wide as her lips parted just enough to show him her even white teeth.

"I have known for a while now the reason you were brought here. I am a creature between worlds. And I had always thought that even after I finished my quest to kill the ancient, Sire to all vampires, and my father, that I would be alone," he said in a soft voice right next to her ear, enjoying how she shuddered in his arms. "But when I first saw you, I knew you were different. Then as we traveled, my vampiric instincts began to clamor at me. I kept on curbing them this whole time. Knowing what you were to me... If you left, I would be in great pain."

He could smell delight, shock, and need in her scent. A scent he now knew was that of the stars themselves mixed with a crisp minty smell. He just told her what she was to him that he had denied himself her for bordering on a year.

"You?... want me? Like I want you?" she questioned him. Her tone was showing how skeptical she was being.

With a deep rumbling chuckle as his answer, D tilted his head and placed a soft kiss on her lips. Amazed at just how soft, sweet, and pliant they felt. Just to have her hum and kiss him back with an eager fervor that had him tightening his arms around her. He knew that he was not letting her go tonight. He had waited too damn long.

Shifting, D heard a low growl of irritation. Propping himself up on his elbow, he looked down at the head of blond hair that belonged to his true mate. It had been fifty years now. He didn't regret it at all. Nope, not at all. She was the singular star in his darkness. The star that always guided him home. Though he was greatly amused by the fact she was a morning person, you had to get her awake for it to show. And right now, he was overly protective of her. She was pregnant with their third child. Her stomach was swollen and very distended since she was only a few weeks from delivering.

If anyone had ever told him when he was younger than he'd have a beautiful, blond wife, with a very sharp mind and tongue, quick to anger, he'd have thought them crazy. But here it was, cold hard truth. And he was a father. Their first child had been a boy almost forty years prior. Of course, he had let Lucy name their child, and it was a mother's right. What he hadn't counted on was her wicked sense of humor. His son had his father's real name, Judas. The first vampire. The one who sinned against God by betraying God's son. Their second son was born twenty-five years ago, and she'd named him Seirei, after the Celestial King and God.

Shaking his head slightly, letting his black hair spill over his shoulder to cover his mate's upper body, he lifted his demonic Hand and placed it on her stomach. Feeling the hard kick from the fetus.

"It will be a strong, stubborn child, just like its mother."

This had him pausing. The demented chuckling in the back of his head only confirmed what he had thought. Well, he'd keep that from Lucy, that he knew they had a daughter. She had been happy to learn that there was no magic here or medical machines that could determine the sex of the child. She wanted each one, they had to be a surprise.

"I won't risk her wrath. I will keep my mouth shut."

This had D exhaling, before leaning over and placing a soft kiss on a pale pink cheek and earning a low hum just as Lucy rolled and threw her arms up and over him. Yanking him down with the strength she acquired, adding onto her already impressive power she had. Her lips were pursed as she let her eyes flutter open to look at him. Eyes that were already a rich chocolate brown and glazed with her need. Another aspect he had found out from their first pregnancy, she was insatiable. But he would do anything to keep her happy and safe. She was his.

THE END!