The demon inside.
By: LemonSherbert
Chapter 11: Nightmare part I.
I do not own any of the characters in this story, they are owned by the creator of Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima, do enjoy and don't forget to review. SOME GORE SO IF YOU DON'T LIKE HORROR DON'T READ.
Many people fear the darkness, but when you're made from it, are you allowed to be afraid? She was, it was so hard to hold back her hunger when he kissed her, she felt like she was dying but his lips were oh so heavenly. Levy was afraid, she was afraid of what she might become if she was pushed too far, she was scared of what she could do. The hunger creeps in more so than ever before, gnawing on her bones until they ache, her mouth fills with saliva as the tantalising smell of flesh fills her nose. He was gone which was good but now she was alone, with her thought, with her pain and it was tearing her up mentally and physically.
Her brother had wanted to kill her and said so many confusing things, who was they? Why would they want to kill her? What did she do? All she wanted was so be normal... in the human sense but apparently that was too much to ask for. She put the pillow behind her head and turned, pulling the blanket up over her hair as she snuggled into the soft sheets, making sure not to lay on her sore side. It wasn't long until she drifted to sleep, her thoughts and pain exhausting her and lulling her to sleep in the small infirmary...
She blinked as the sound of a light bulb bursting dragged her from her sleep, when she opened her eyes, the room was plunged into darkness and she gasped, shooting up. Her hazel eyes stared around as the moon glowed through the window illuminating the other beds and turning the shadows into nightmarish shapes. Why hadn't someone woken her? Her heart was crashing against her lungs, almost making it hard to breath and she pulled the blankets back, she stood up, her shoes echoing on the wooden floor and she bit her lip. Something wasn't right... she could feel it, that prickling sensation on the back of your neck when you know something is wrong. She dragged her sweaty palms down her skirt as she walked towards the door and she took hold of the silver handle that felt icy in her hands. Her breathing was even yet shallow, every single one of her senses were working overdrive. Each noise made her panic, the darkness played tricks on her eyes, distorting shadows into monsters and ugly figures, there was a thick smell in the air.
Iron... lots of it, so thick she could taste the tangy metal in the back of her throat as she walked down the halls, she turned the corner to the stairs and there was a squeak as she lost her footing on something wet. It made her tumble and she fell forwards, hitting the first step with a scream of pain as she rolled, hitting her head and bruising her back as it slammed into the jagged, marble edges. It felt like an agonising eternity before her body slammed to the bottom and she gasped as she stared up at the ceiling, the light was flickering and buzzing and she saw dark spots in her vision as she lay there, dazed and in pain. For a moment she tried to rub the dark spots from her eyes but they didn't budge, then she noticed that they were on the ceiling and she cocked her head as if trying to get a better look. One of the dark spots dripped and the wet substance slid on her cheek. Her fingers came up to her face and she wiped it, pulling her hand back to look and her hazel eyes went wide.
There, on her hand was fresh, bright red blood and she swallowed, biting back the urge to lick her fingers, despite knowing that she'd throw up if she did. With shaky arms, she pulled herself and the bottom of the step was coated with blood, all the way in and she looked down, her legs, arms, back, her hair, it was coated in it. Then her heart all but stopped working as she looked down the hall, left and right, everywhere, it was splashed across the walls, painting the floor and even on the ceiling. There was so much of it, more than one person was victim to whatever had gone on while she was sleeping. She pushed herself up on her shaking legs and looked around, what should she do? Go home? Stay and try to find someone? Was she in danger too? What had gone on? It looked like a battlefield but there were no fallen soldiers, only the bloodshed. As she stood, scared, anxious, confused, worried, a scream rang threw the hall, echoing from her left and her head snapped up. It came from the cafeteria and she knew that voice, that was Lucy! Her legs moved without even thinking as she darted down the hall, skidding on blood and slamming into the wall as she turned right and slammed into the metal, double doors that banged against the wall as she tore through them.
Oh god, she was going to throw up, on the tables, the floor, laying at odd angles were students, teachers, patrolmen, dead and gone. Blood soaked into the endless mounds of bodies, piled up like some sort of display, some had holes in their chest, showing broken ribs and torn flesh, others had stringy sausage like, red tissue hanging from their stomachs and bile lunged forwards in her throat.
"Oh... poor baby, don't do that, these are for you... your buffet!" A voice purred from above her and she snapped her head up, the shadow was huge and writhing in his grasp was her best friend. She couldn't see anything but bright blue, amused eyes as smoke covered him, keeping him from her vision.
"L-let her go!" She yelled up at him and his chuckle vibrated through the room, if it was possible she could have sworn that the piles of bodies shook with his low laugh.
"Are you sure... you're not ready to eat a live one, take a bite out of this instead?" He said in genuine worry that she wouldn't handle it, even though she wasn't going to anyway. A tanned arm with blue markings left the smoke and a body came tumbling to the floor, narrowly missing her and the fleshy crack made her dry heave. "Eat it... or this one dies!" He growled and she looked down at who he'd thrown at her, matted, blood soaked, black hair was strewn around his head and her heart dropped into her stomach as her knees hit the floor.
"G-Gajeel..." she whispered as if he might hear her and she turned him over, the sight alone making vomit rush from her lips and she turned her head. Her stomach full of pig's blood spilled across the floor as the acid fluid burned her throat and tears filled her eyes. His body was a mess of crude slashes and there was chunks of his flesh missing as if the other Demon had taken to taking a few nibbles himself. Out of everyone, he looked like he was tortured before dying, his eyes were wide with pain, his mouth agape and fresh blood was drying on his lips and chin. "What...what did you do?!" She screamed up at the Demon as she cradled his lifeless head in her arms. Tears rolled down her cheeks like a water fall, splashing against his pale skin as she sniffled and sobbed.
"Demons don't become vegan my love... we eat or we die, chose wisely" he said and she stared up at Lucy who's brown eyes were wide with shock... anger... fear. That looked breaking her heart a million times over and she looked away, this... all of this carnage was all her fault, all this violence, all those lives gone because of her. "Eat his heart or I'll rip out hers... do you want that?!" He snapped and she flinched at the harshness of his voice. She couldn't do it, she couldn't desecrate his corpse but if she didn't then her best friend would be killed right in front of her. Levy swallowed the fresh bile rising up her throat as she undid his shirt and Lucy screamed.
"Don't you dare... don't touch him... Levy!" Lucy screamed as Levy let go of her human appearance and Lucy's gasp rang through the room, as if she didn't believe her best friend was a Demon. Her sharp nails touched his skin and she sobbed as she pushed them into his flesh, it was tough as first until the skin gave way and her hand was sucked into the warm, wet void of his chest. It was slimy and she closed her eyes tightly as they searched for the fist sized muscle and her stomach twisted with hunger as fresh blood drowned her senses. She was aware she was crying, she was aware of just who she was ripping into but she couldn't focus as her hand gripped the heart, it was still between her fingers and she sobbed as she began pulling it out. "Get off of him you monster, stop it!" Lucy screamed and the words hit her like a lightning bolt to the heart just as the arteries attached to his heart ripped and let the muscle free. Her hand emerged from his chest and the deep crimson, dead heart sat in her hands and she looked up, hoping the torture was over.
"Now eat it... eat it or I'll kill her!" He growled and she looked between him and Gajeels heart in her hands, his heart the strong beat was under her fingertips hours before and now it was in her hands. She closed her eyes and brought it to her lips, it was wet and still warm as she parted them and her tongue dabbed it, the iron liquid was coating her hand and the thick muscle. When the blood touched her tongue vomit screamed to be let free but she swallowed it and opened her mouth, her fangs scraped the flesh and she bit into it, the chunk of flesh was stubborn and she tore through it. It was the same texture as fresh chicken, wet, slimy and tough though it tasted different... it tasted good and she groaned as she yanked and twisted chunks away, swallowing them with a sigh like she hadn't had a good meal in day. There was a thud and she flinched as she looked up and the man had come from his shadows with a sickly grin. He was deathly handsome with blue markings all over his flesh and bright blue eyes, his skin was tanned and hair white and in a mess of fluffy spiked like Gajeels.
Gajeel... in a sudden rush of emotions she gagged and the man bent down, grabbing the back of her head and covering her mouth, forcing her to swallow as tears dripped down her face. Why was this man? Why was he doing this?
"No pet... don't throw it up, you're doing so well... here why don't I give you a reward for doing so well?!" He smirked and he motioned for the smoke to come down, dragging Lucy with it and she shook her head, she knew what he was going to do. With a nod, a spiked shard of smoke thrust through Lucy's chest and gasped, unable to scream out of pain and shock but Levy could, and she did as her best friends blood coated her cheeks... that spike had practically ripped through Levys chest as she swallowed hard, her body shaking with agony and fury as she turned to the blue Demon.
"You bastard!" She screamed, lunging at him with fangs bared as she dropped the half eaten heart, claws curled with deadly intent as she swiped, whoever he was... she was going to kill him...