Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail or its characters; that right belongs to Hiro Mashima.
His vision was covered in red. There would be no stopping him or calming the rage flowing through his veins. He was beyond reasoning at the moment. The smell of blood, his properties blood filled the air. And he would kill whoever drew it. No one and he meant no one hurt what belonged to him. She was his alone to do with what he wanted when he wanted. Of course, only within the bounds of the contract they had.
Stomping down the hall, watching as the lower class demons scattered out of his way. Jackal would normally be amused by this, but not in his current state. Ears perked forward, listening as he approached the chamber he housed the blond in. It was pained, but there was no other sound than that. It was curious, but any one of his siblings could have done something without being there. He'd have to feel the traces of magic they left behind. and he knew of Lamy's personal vendetta against the woman. That was his first choice. And if it was her, he'd take great pleasure in rending her limb from fucking little limb.
Franmalth was his next choice, as the man wanted her soul. The purity of it was fascinating considering just how deranged the bitch could be. Coupled with her magic, she'd made an enemy of that particular siblings. He didn't want to think of it being Mard, because he'd die while trying to get the price out of that one. With a shuddering breath, he stopped outside the small door, that now had a placard with her name on it in pink glitter of all things. His hand reaching out for the handle, he paused as the whimper of pain came again, along with the shifting of sheets. Causing the smell of blood to get stronger.
Not caring if she got angry for invading her space, Jackal grabbed the handle and jerked the door open. Hearing the hinges scream from the force he used. Meaning he'd probably have to get a new door, small price. His eyes glowing in the dimness of the room as he looked at the bed. Where his little blond was curled up. The white sheets varying shades of pink, red, and rust brown where her blood had dried. He could see smears of it on her bare legs, going up to the junction of her thighs. Instantly his mind went to a dark place.
It was a common whispered conversation amongst all his brethren about her virginity. And that she was now bleeding heavily from said area of her body. He would definitely be taking pleasure in the bastard or bitch who took it by force, leaving her like she was now. There were just lines none of them should cross with the property of another. He'd be waging war once he got it from her who did it.
Pacing himself as he slowly approached the bed. He saw Lucy curl further into herself, arms wrapped around her stomach. His nose twitching as the smell of the blood told him it was not just fresh, now that he was closer, but old as well. Crouching down, he reached out a hand and pushed her damp hair from her face, he saw that it was pinched in pain.
Growling low, he sniffed again. Noticing the lack of smell or traces of magic from anyone but the blond before her. Narrowing his eyes, wondering if she was purposely hiding who did it. She was overly naive and kind like that. He secretly admired her ability to be compassionate and forgiving. Though it did aggravate him to no end. And needing answers before he went on a rampage, Jackal shook her lightly to rouse her. Knowing from their first meeting she was not a person who liked to be awoken during her sleep cycle.
"ugh.. no..." she whispered.
Jerking back at what she mumbled, Jackal growled low. Causing her to start and snap her eyes open. Body tensing, before she hissed her pain, now that she was waking up. The moment her eyes met his, he saw horror, confusion, then anger filled them.
"Who did this to you!?" he snapped, his hand on her sliding to her neck in the warning he was in no mood.
The way her face smoothed out and she relaxed under his hand told him she got the message clearly. Though she was confused, it mixed in with the smell of her blood. Leaning a bit back so, using his other hand to wave to what he was indicating. Watching as her head came up very slowly and looked. Shock and embarrassment colored her face and smell. Then he watched her moan low and throaty before burying her face into the pillow.
"No one..." she mumbled around the pillow.
Her words didn't please him. He wanted the blood of who did this. He was not going to settle for her protecting the idiot who would forcibly take her virginity.
"DO NOT PROTECT WHOEVER DID THIS, LUCY," he bellowed at her, clamping his hand tighter, digging his claws into pale flesh of her neck.
When she peeked up at him, he saw how her eyes widened, fear etched into her face. Lips pressing into a thin line as all the color left her face. A look he had wanted to see there for the time he had had her. Leaning in closer, letting his breath fan across her face as he gave her a low, soft growl in warning. The last she would get.
"I... mean it... this... Jackal...is... natural...No one..." she said, her words halting as the smell of embarrassment became even thicker in the room with the smell of her blood.
Knowing she was struggling and if he scared her further, he'd get no answer. Jackal relaxed his grip just a little bit. But kept his gaze focused solely on her person.
"I am human... this is... no one hurt me... I swear..." she said. "Why do you... look like...you want to... kill?"
At her question he let his breath hiss between his lips. Shaking his head, trying to keep calm. He knew that this was a coping mechanism she had. An answer for an answer.
"Because you are bleeding profusely from between your legs. I want you to tell me who raped you," he said, his voice gravelly to his own ears.
The rapid blinking of her eyes, before she groaned again, tears springing to her eyes, as he watched her lips turn upwards into a smile had him confused. His anger was slowly diminishing. Her reaction to be told she was raped was not normal. Of course, being a demon he had done such acts when he got out of hell after being summoned. It was par for the course. Those tainted souls becoming the lost that served him in his little piece of hell. She was his property, no one had the right to harm her without his permission. Nor to this degree. Even if they were demons, they had an honor code.
"I.. can assure you... that I was not... raped. That I am still pure... Jac... Lord Jackal," she said, humor lacing her words. "Uh...this is a normal occurrence for... um...Fertile human females... It happens once a month..."
He pulled his hand away from her as if she just burned him. His mind going blank after he processed what she said. There were so many implications and complications. Though he knew she was not lying, the woman was incapable of it. And through their contract, he'd instantly know. Slowly he gathered up his mental faculties and stood up.
"So, basically you are saying, once a month you become a literal bitch in heat?" he asked.
The way he saw her face color, he knew he'd stepped on a landmine. His eyes tracking her as she sat up and took full stock of the mess that was her person and bedding. Before her eyes flashed golden at him, promising imminent danger. Killing off the rest of his bloodlust. A thing he knew he'd have to go through every damn month thanks to the evil bitch now covered in a dark aura that would do any true demoness proud.
"Excuse me? Are you calling me a dog? And yes, I will go through this every month," she hissed at him, crossing arms over her stomach, smearing the blood across them. "Is that a problem?"
"Yes!" he gasped, falling onto his ass on the floor. He had to the wonderful job of educating her to what the smell fo her blood did to him. And how it would attract others if they caught the scent of it. Groaning as he placed his head in his hands, as he propped his elbows up on his knees. He really hated having her as his summoned servant.