Chapter 3: Friend or foe
On a completely unrelated note, I was thinking 'what if I met Doranbolt and Lahar?' It's a general rule that I suck at remembering names so I use nicknames and the ones I came up for them just makes me giggle. Find out at the end of the chapter. Also, I would like to apologize for my inconsistency in updating. Here you go!
Lucy's pov:
With her heart going a mile a minute, she quickly went through her options. One, she could scream and pray to god someone had the heart to come to her rescue or two, she could try and fight this beast and most likely die either before or after. He sidled closer, his eyes dancing with amusement and unbridled lust as he flash a fang. Long and sinister, it evoked an instinctual response. She screamed.
? pov:
Somewhere down the hall, a petrifying scream erupted. He sighed. It's always the same with this place, he thought mildly, shaking his head. Trudging towards the staircases, he tried to guess the next task his superiors handed him. Another torture lesson? Track and retrieve? Geez, that makes me sound like a mutt. But he'd rather take a mutts job than be saddled with what he usually got. The last had been just horrible, even by demon standards. Sometimes I wonder who the real demons are, he mused. Though he had to admit, his missions were certainly entertaining and…creative, for lack of a better word. He was about to enter the heavy-set doors when he stopped in his tracks. A female scent; barely a day old, lingered in the unusually deserted hallway. Body odour, other scents and filth overshadowed most of its essence but it was still there, teasing his nostrils with its strawberry-like delectability. Deciding whether or not to pursue the scent hadn't required a second anything caught his interest and when it did, it was always worth it. Pivoting on his heel, he started walking in the direction where it led. Which also happened to be where the scream had come from. If he had to guess, he'd say that Shane was down there making the unknown woman scream bloody murder and usually he'd leave the sadist to his devices…usually. Boots pounding on the concrete floor, he briskly walked to the prison entrance, an unfamiliar urgency running his black heart into the ground. What the hell? Choosing to examine the emotion later, he shouldered the door open, the lack of guards almost surprising had he not been around as long as he had. He heard grunts, the occasional whimper, muted conversation and what he could only describe as the rattling of a cage. He silenced his steps, sneaking up on the unsuspecting demon and his prey. Finding them wasn't difficult. The person's cell door was wide open. He lingered at the door, taking in one of many familiar scenes. Shane had the woman pinned down on the cot, his body holding the majority of her down while his hands went elsewhere. One hand was tangled in dirty blonde locks, wrenching her head back while the other was working on undoing his and her pants. His mouth was sealed over hers in a bruising kiss and in the dimmed light, he could make out tear tracks on her cheeks. His vision clouded over in a red haze. His movements didn't register in his brain as he ripped the demon off of her and threw him into the opposite cells bars, badly denting the metal. Snarling, he stood in the doorway, barricading it against the enraged enemy he had made. Shane quickly got to his feet and returned the snarl, answering with as much ferocity and intensity as the latter.
"What the hell do you think you're doing Norvu?" Shane bit out between clenched teeth, his fangs glinting in the light like metal. That's a good question, he thought. Instead, he snapped his jaws, an animalistic threat that one made only to those they saw as such.
"Don't touch her," he rasped roughly. He felt his power react to his sudden anger, wisps of white and blue illuminating his hulking form. Shane was in a similar state, red fingers snaking all over his body, curling around his limbs and his rapidly growing horns. He felt his own sprout from his skull, obsidian extensions curving high above his head, significantly bigger than his opponents. At this, Shane cursed violently and stormed out, the wisps of red corroding the cell bars and the floor he walked on. Destroying anything in his path, as per true demon fashion. Pulling on the centuries of self-control he'd accumulated, he calmed down, reverting to his primary form. A gasp drew his attention and he turned to find the most beautiful mortal he had ever laid eyes on. Even though her hair was limp and greasy and her body was colouring quickly with hickeys and bruises, he thought she was the most precious thing to come into existence. The bruises angered him, and he unknowingly growled. As soon as the sound left his mouth, he expected her disgust and fear, something he didn't want her feeling towards him. Instead, her eyes flared to life with spirit and fire and she leapt off the bed, taking an offensive position.
"What is your name human?"
"I could ask you the same, demon." His lips quirked un-expectantly, surprising himself but aggravating her. "What the hell is so funny?" She rasped. He could see her shake, he could feel the weakness and the fear that had most likely plagued her since her arrival. He approached her slowly, taking care not to frighten her even more. What is wrong with me? Since when has a human affected me so? He would ponder that later.
"I am not going to hurt you." The certainty in his voice seemed to calm her down. She lowered her fists before collapsing into a heap on the ground. He moved quickly, scooping her up into his arms and sitting with her in his lap on the bed. Her thin arms wound around his neck as she snuggled into his chest, startling him. He relaxed after he realised how pleasant it was to simply hold her. I could get addicted to this. She fit perfectly in his arms, like a puzzled piece. She whispered her thanks over and over as she cried. He sat through it all in silence, stroking her head tenderly as he tried to come to terms with the sudden feelings she unknowingly created. In all his immortal life, he'd never felt the need to protect; choosing only to destroy, kill or fuck. But she was different. She made his instincts rage at the thought of anything hurting even a hair on her head. Sorceress. That had to be it. There was no other explanation. He had to get away from her and her intoxicating presence before he fell too deeply under her spell. He ignored the fact that the surrounding bars cancelled out any sort of magic but he was scared. Scared of the tiny blonde woman in his arms that had him wrapped around her little finger. Standing abruptly, he turned and dumped her on the bed, again ignoring his instincts that fought to be heard, to be listened to.
"Don't read into any of this, human. I did not save you out of pity but rather out of entertainment. It's always fun to mess with Shane," he had to force his lips to smirk. She blinked up at him and in an instant, her hand flew out and stuck his cheek, leaving an angry red handprint.
"You're all the same." He couldn't feel the pain in his face over the pain in his chest. Her conviction and utter certainty made him want to beg her forgiveness, to let him hold her again. He sucked in a deep breath through his nose, taking in the natural pure scent of her. He had to leave. He tried to catch her eye, but her head was bowed, almost in defeat. No, no, no! Look at me! Please don't hate me! He stumbled back after hearing his thoughts. Movement in the corner of his eye had him looking down, only to realise it was him that was moving. His hands were shaking. Anger and self-loathing twisted his face into a snarl. Turning, he slammed the cell doors shut behind him and stormed out of the block, trying to make the sound of her soft crying disappear. It was only after he finished pounding into his newest bed mate that he realized something. He left too late.
Lucy's pov:
She wanted to scream, she wanted to cry. Curled up on her side, she tried to forget the handsome demon that had come to her rescue. At first, she was shocked when he appeared and run Shane off. Then that shock turned into wariness as he approached her then relief when he said he wouldn't hurt her. She was so grateful and in an instant, she'd unconsciously welcomed him into her heart only to have it break after his admission. Demons are demons. I was stupid to think otherwise. Her soft crying had dimmed to just sniffling. She found herself hating many things now a days. Her captors, her weakness, the guards, the demons…but right now, all she could think of was how much she hated the silence. It was crushing, suffocating and way too damn depressing. Fairy Tail was never quiet, it was noisy and rowdy and warm. Silence was cold. Thinking about cold made her think of Gray's magic and the feel of Erza's armour. Then Lyon and Juvia. Connected to Juvia's memory was Gajeel, then Levy. Oh how she missed Levy. From there it went from Freed to the rest of the Raijinshu, then to Mira. Recalling each individual member brought a smile to her face and if she thought hard enough on it, she could almost hear their voices, hear their laughter. Her memories all tied in to Natsu, the person who gave her a second chance, a second family. She could picture his smile, his assurance and the strength that she had to lean on time and again. Smiling sadly, she curled her fingers loosely, her index finger up and her thumb out, the rest curled in. Fairy Tail, I promise I'll come back. Don't worry now, I'll rescue myself this time. Then we'll laugh and we'll party like old times. Natsu, wait for me. Another hour flew by before the absence of sound got to her again, spurring her to do something about it. Swallowing a bit to get her voice working again, she sat up and breathed.
"You've got the words to change a nation but you're biting your tongue,
You've spent a lifetime stuck in silence, afraid you'll say something wrong,
If no one ever hears it, how we gonna learn your song?
So come on, come on."
She hummed the rest, her voice not quite used to being used after all the time she spent screaming and being quiet. But the small sound broke the silence, and for her that was all she could've asked for.
Shane's pov:
Crunch. Breathing through the angry haze that Norvu had caused, he kicked out again, leaving a boot shaped dent in the steel wall. God fucking damn it! He was close! Then that fucktard had to come and interrupt! Lucy was putting up a real fight and instead of using his magic like he should've, he opted for pinning her down with his larger body mass. But damn had he enjoyed her body beneath his. In the beginning, all he wanted to do was fuck her and be done with it but the more time he spent in her presence, no matter that he forced it on her, he found himself thinking different. He wanted to fuck and protect. It confused him. One thing was certain though, he wouldn't have stopped. Kissing her for the first time was like colour exploding into existence and her body had ignited a fire that still lay burning in his loins. He wanted, no, needed to be inside her; to take until there was nothing left to take and give just as much back. He stilled. Take…then give? His eyebrows drew together at the foreign notion. Why…am I feeling like this? Why am I feeling like this…towards her? A small part; a tiny, miniscule part of him admitted to being scared. He couldn't quite wrap his head around the why part, only that he was. Straightening up, he cast a look behind him before striding away to find one of the whores the ministry kept on hand. He didn't get to play with her, but that didn't mean he had to cease playing at all.
? pov:
"Is the subject ready for transport?"
"Yes sir. The subject will arrive at its destination in four hours."
"Good, good. Take these with you and keep them in the safe room." A lanky, towering figure tossed a pair of sealed scrolls and a familiar pouch of keys, the worked pieces of metal glinting almost in outrage mid-air. The guard caught it with expertise and grace, stowing them safely on his person.
"I'm impressed that it's survived so long. No matter, its life will be lost in the arena soon enough." The figure grinned, cocking its shadowed head to the side.
Lucy's pov:
Just as she drifted off, she was jarred awake by the thundering footsteps headed towards her. Banishing the lingering sleep, she tensed; alert for anything. A legion of guards surrounded her cell, making her slowly back away from the doors as they slid open noisily. They're here to take me away, to put me down or take me somewhere worse. She couldn't got down without a fight. Two guards rushed at her and using the remnants of her physical combat memory, she sprang into action. She leapt at the one on her right, tackling him to the floor. Snatching his whip and his sword, she rounded on her second opponent, delivering a nasty Lucy kick to the jewels that had him slamming into the opposite wall. More soldiers filtered in, the noise rising to panicky levels. Quickly slamming her foot into the soldier at her back, knocking him out, she round house kicked the only one stupid enough to try and take advantage of her mili-second break coming from the side. She fought hard and long but in the end, it took eleven guards to subdue and drag her out of her cell. Wrenching her arms back painfully, she was marched through the corridors to an unknown location. As she passed hallways and more corridors and open doors, she thought to herself, God, if this is the end, please take care of Rhiannon for me. Help her escape and give her all the luck and strength she'll need if I die today. Thank you, amen.
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