Chapter Five
AN: Guys, all stories have been updated since I got internet back. Moved into my own place and it's been hard getting internet. I am sorry for the wait. Heads up, ladies and gents, feelings awaits in this chapter.
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It had been four months since Wendy ran off. Her child growing rapidly in her small womb. Wendy had finally told the others that Doranbolt had been found touring a few prestigious colleges when the small girl found out she was pregnant. He had just got back into town a few days ago. He had, unfortunately, become acquainted with the fists of Laxus and Gajeel as he stepped from the plane. Confused, he sat in the dirt as Mira and Levy tired to reign in the brooding, violent men, only for things to become crystal clear as Wendy walked from between the arguing duos, stomach slightly extended. She held a photo from the ultrasound and a small note saying it's a boy. Doranbolt began to cry as he held tight to Wendy. His whispered voice repeating how sorry he was.
Gajeel had drug the crying kid to his feet and forced him into an empty room so the two could talk.
"What the fuck were ya thinking?" Gajeel growled. "She's a fucking child. A really sick and quickly fading child!"
"Will you hear me out before you condemn me?" Doranbolt asked with a sigh. Gajeel could see the pain inside the boy as he watched him sit down on the floor and lift his sleeve. On his slightly tan toned skin was a hospital wrist band.
"Ya got fifteen minutes," he finally sighed.
"Four years ago I was diagnosed with a heart defect. As the years went on it got worse. I was given a year maybe two to live last week. When I met Wendy I was visiting Miss Porlyusica for my bi-weekly examination. She came running past me at full speed and tripped over my bag. I helped her up and we started talking. I never told her I was dying. We started hanging out and talking more often. I fell in love with her but not in a normal way. I found peace in her presence and warmth in her voice. I never wanted more than just her companionship. Then one day, she came to me crying. She begged me to take her, I refused for almost a year. There was this party just before school let out, I got really wasted. I remember a girl being there. I knew she made me feel something unique. When I woke up the next day, Wendy was laying beside me. I freaked out and told her she shouldn't have let me do that. I got mad and I left. I haven't talked to her since. I just got back from an emergency heart surgery and I was hoping to pack up and leave before I ran into her again, but now I can't leave. Not like this, not when she's-," Doranbolt sobbed into his hands as Gajeel sat glaring at him.
"What ya did was disgusting and wrong. Ya touched a child as an adult. I should have ya arrested, but ya won't live long enough for it to do much good, and neither will she. Ya might as well help her through this, but yer family is not to have contact with her or the child and as soon as the child is born yer not to talk to Wendy ever again."
"Yes, sir."
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Gajeel watched as a very wide, unbalanced Wendy struggled to set the table around her eight month along child. Her skeletal body looked so out of place and ill proportioned with her large beach ball sized stomach. Her son was growing so big in such a small time. Something in the large man told him his sweet, young companion was nearing her end and, honestly, he wasn't sure her sister nor himself were ready to say goodbye.
Levy hadn't left her room at all that day. The small blunette had told her younger sister that she wasn't feeling well and had locked herself into the now library styled orange room. Sneaking away from the child, Gajeel found himself in front of the door with a bottle of sprite and a box of saltine crackers. He knew she wasn't actually sick, but he'd do anything he could to help the scared, grieving girl sell her story in front of Wendy.
"Shrimp?" His voice was calm and easy going as he knocked on the door, "I brought ya something to settle yer stomach."
"Thank you, Gajeel, really, but I'm fine. I promise." Her muffled, broken voice shook his core and broke something inside of him. Looking behind him, Gajeel noticed Wendy had sat down in the living room to watch a movie and was no longer in eye sight.
"Shrimp, let me in. We need to talk." Gajeel sighed as he waited for the blunette to respond. He heard the lock click a second before the door opened only a crack.
Levy's walls were covered in books. There were large text books littering her desk and supernatural novels lay spread out across the floor. Historical novels, biographies, romance, horror, detective, and tragedies lined the shelves along side her comedies, fairy tales, sci-fi, and feel good stories. There were pet based novels, true stories, and religious stories as well as spell books ranging from voodoo to Wicca, and even a bible. She had medical books, biology, psychology, and law books. Encyclopedias lay open to random pages on her dresser.
Her bed was a nest of pillows, stuffed animals, and blankets. Beauty and the Beast lay on her pillow, its pages yellowed and dog-eared. A stuffed kitten sat beside it, bearing tear stains and a small tear just above his right eye. A mess of oranges and greens spilled from the bed in silken rivers. Her slippers poking out from under more books just in front of a book covered nightstand.
A picture lay on the bedside table capturing a moment of extreme joy as Levy, perched on Gajeel's back, held up her hand in a perfect peace sign. Gajeel grinned as he watched the blunette over his shoulder as Wendy laughed from her hiding spot just below the giant man's right arm. It was the day, about a month ago, that they had gone out shopping for baby things. Gajeel smiled to himself, remembering that day fondly. They hadn't bought much for the baby, but Gajeel had caught Levy staring at a sterling silver ring with a diamond rose perched perfectly on the slim band. Wanting to see the girl smile, he had bought her the ring as a surprise. Wendy had bought a new rendition of a Polaroid camera and had insisted on taking as many pictures as possible.
"Gajeel," Levy's voice drew in his attention. It was small, broken, and raspy as if she'd been crying herself into dehydration.
"Shrimp, are ya okay?" Gajeel asked turning to face her. The moment he did, he instantly regret it. The small blunette wore nothing more then a crop top black tee shirt that clung to her like a second skin and a pair of lacy boxer like panties. Her hair lay in a wild mess of azure tangles. A black ribbon wrapped around her throat to form a choker styled necklace as a small chain dangled the ring he bought her just below the hollow of her throat. Pale silken legs called for his attention and her hip bones poked out from above her lace, making his mouth water.
"I will be. Don't worry about me, okay." Levy sighed, a single lock of blue swayed just above her button like nose.
"It's gonna be okay." The words sounded strange as they echoed in his ears. "I won't leave ya to hurt alone."
Levy gave a weak smile as she stepped closer to him. Her delicate arms slide up his chest to lock behind the nape of his neck. Feminine softness pressed against his muscles as another, much further south, muscle grew firm. The blue whirl-wind of curls rested just under his pecs, teasing him with the sweet scent of her shampoo.
"I hate to ruin the mood, but dammit, Shorty, if ya keep touching me while dressed in such a teasing outfit, we're gonna have a problem." Gajeel growled through his teeth, eyes clenched shut. Dammit, that sounded so lame.
Levy looked up at him, shock filling her eyes. "What?"
"Hate to break it to ya gypsy ass, but ya got a body like none other and if ya keep teasing me with it, I'll have to lock myself up just to keep from taking a bite out of it." Gajeel groaned. Why did he keep saying stupid things?
"Gajeel?" Levy's voice begged him to look at her. Opening his crimson orbs, he peered into her red rimmed brown eyes, his control evaporating like ice over a lava pit. "Shut up."
Her arms pulled him down as she lifted herself up onto her toes. Soft warmth stole his breath as her lips brushed against his filling him with disbelief. Her tongue prodded his own lips, begging for entrance until he finally gave in. Butterscotch and white chocolate latte kissed his taste buds, driving him wild with sweetness. Only his gypsy angel would taste like candy and coffee, filling him with warmth. Soft legs wrapped around his middle as he lifted her from the floor. Pulling back, he looked to her for permission to go further. Uncertainty filled her eyes, however, as she waged her own internal war. Smiling, he set her back on her feet.
"Come on, lets go eat with Wendy. We'll continue this another time." His soft words had her looking away.
"Gajeel, what are we?" Her words seemed to bounce around inside his head, blocking all thought.
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"Levy, let's go." Wendy's voice filtered through the air. "It's time."
In a flash of an eye nine months had passed. Wendy's water broke while she was helping her sister with the dishes. Gajeel had ran to get the car and Doranbolt had called ahead to the hospital. Levy helped Wendy find her way to the car and sat with the child's head in her lap. The small blunette's forehead was bathed in sweat as she panted and moaned.
Wendy was fading over the last few months, her illness getting the best of her. She was paler then ever, her face hollowed and her limbs thin. Her growing stomach the only part of her that wasn't thinning. Dark circles draped from her eyes and her hair had become dull and lifeless. If she survived the birth it would be a miracle.
They reached the hospital fasted then Levy was ready to. She wanted to hold her sister a little longer, but the pain in Wendy's eyes hurt her. She knew she was losing her sister, but the soon to be seventeen year old was scared. Scared of being without her sister, scared of living alone with Gajeel, scared of adopting two young children into her life. Gajeel had never answered her question, leaving her insecure as Wendy's life hung dangerously close to the edge. Fear gripped her heart as Wendy was helped to her room. Taking deep breathes, she followed the nurse to the waiting room where she was left alone with Gajeel.
"Oi, Shrimp," Gajeel called Levy back into her body. Her brown eyes met his red ones as the large man took a deep breath and turned towards the gym bag in the chair next to him. "I got something to ask ya."
"WE NEED EMERGENCY ASSISSTANCE IN LABOR ROOM 113! I REPEAT EMERGENCY ASSISSTANCE NEEDED IN ROOM 113!"
"Wendy!" Gajeel and Levy gasped in horror.
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AN: Sorry, Guys! I know I'm leaving off on a huge cliffhanger. Does Wendy live to see her baby's newborn face? Will Doranbolt survive to help raise the life he played a large part in creating? Are Levy and Gajeel a couple? What's Gajeel's Question? Will the story end when Wendy passes away? I'm sorry to say that these questions will have to wait until the next chapter. Also, I sort have rushed this chapter. I just wasn't feeling it this week. If any of you've read my story Saving Levy, now complete, then you already know what's been going on from the AN from the last chapter. There will be a sequel to both Saving Levy and Wild Angel.
I'm not planning to end Wild Angel any time soon. Wendy's part to play may be ending, but there's still life to the story. Eric, the attempted rapist will make another appearance, Doranbolt still has a part to play, Levy and Gajeel have some things they need to work out, and we need to explore Levy's psyche after losing Wendy. I plan to keep the story going for a while yet so please keep reading.
I sort of shorted you on the story with this chapter, but it was super hard to write. I could have went into great detail with Wendy's pregnancy, but it would have just made you love her more and wish death upon my head once I killed her off. I'll write more in the next chapter. Promise!
