You Guys are spoiled. I'm going out of town this weekend so you get your chapter early. Next update will be next Friday! No earlier. (That's more for me than you. :P)

So I hope you guys are enjoying this? ^^

I know I am. LOKE IS JUST SO…. ARGHHH!

I'm sorry they are a bit OOC. I'm trying, but it is also kind of part of the story, so… bare with me…

Remember, typed on phone. So you'll have to forgive. ^^

Chapter 3: Her Revenge

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Blood dripped thickly; it ran down Loke's neck from where his assailant's fangs had pulled from his neck. It dripped from multiple cuts all over his exposed arms and ankles.

His assailant was currently cleaning a blade free of blood with a white handkerchief.

"Why..." Loke wheezed out from where he was chained up to the wall.

"I owed someone, and as soon as I'm done I will be free and can leave this reached country."

Loke coughed as a line of blood slipped past his lips.

"What are you going to do with me?" He asked, one eye closed as a line of blood from his forehead dripped down into to it.

"Not only you, but a Hearfelia as well." He said finally settling down his cloth and moving back to Loke, knife in hand.

"Leave her out of this!" Loke screamed angrily, trying to pull away from the wall, the chains cutting deep into his wrists.

"Don't struggle, moron. We can't have you dying from loss of blood."

He picked at the edge of the blade. "You know, Heartfelia blood tastes amazing. Trust me, I was the one who drank her mother dry. I bet her daughter would taste just as good, maybe even better."

Loke continued to pull at the chains, wincing at the pain, but still pulling.

"Don't lay a hand on her!"

The man smiled.

"I won't be the one hurting her, lion breath."

Loke clenched his teeth.

"Liar!" He said angrily.

"I assure you I'm not," he said.

"That particular burden lies on you."

Loke's wounds burned.

"Liar, I would never do that to the girl I love."

"You caused her a lot of heartbreak, no? That is hurting her. Not quite what I mean but you'll see eventually.

The man walked up to him, running the blade through Loke's center. Blood began to pool under him. The guy smiled evilly. He got right up into his pained face and licked his lips.

"Trust me, it's the only way you'll survive." He said holding up the vial. The crimson liquid sloshed inside.

Loke panted heavily, his eyes glazed over from blood loss.

"Well, I guess it's time. If he dies, lady Lilica will have my head."

Loke looked up, still dazed.

"K-Karen did this...?" He stuttered out.

"Guess that cat's out of the bag," he said as he slit his wrist and watched a line of blood slid down his wrist and into an iron goblet. Soon a fair a amount of blood was at the bottom of the glass, and he sloshed it around.

He then he uncorked the bottle and allowed the liquid, the blood, run into the goblet as well. He mixed it with a finger, licking it off in the end, and he smiled.

"Just as I thought." He said with a smile.

"Just as good as her mothers."

Loke hung limply from the wall, his life's blood on the floor.

He was practically dead, his heart only beating sporadically and his breath shallow.

The man lifted his head up and held his nose, pouring the blood down his throat, forcing him to swallow.

He suddenly started coughing, and thrashing, pain lanced his body and his blood was on fire.

He wanted to let go.

He screamed.

The man laughed, cutting the chains free from the wall.

Loke fell continued to convulse on the floor, curling in on himself.

The definition of pain was redefined indeed for Loke, and he clawed at the ground.

The man finished his laugh then sighed, cutting his now healed wrist once more, allowing the blood to flow even more freely than before. He filled the glass to the top this time, and flipped the still convulsive Loke over, forcing him to drink once more. When he was done he had calmed down, and curled in on himself, falling asleep.

The man, the vampire, smiled. Flipping open his phone he dialed a number and put it to his ear.

"It's done."

"Good, now get out of the country like you want. If you stay here, he might try to attack you."

"No need to tell me twice, but can you lift it now...?"

A pause ensued.

"Fine."

Whispering what seemed to be in many voices flowed through the receiver and the vampire sighed as a black star floated off his back and disintegrated.

"Now vanish."

He smiled.

"Of course." He said and like a breeze was gone.

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Lucy sat on her bed, messing with her phone absently and trying to beat her score on doodle jump.

It was a pitiful way to spend a valentine's day, but it was better than last year where she sat at her window unmoving until her father finally called Erza to try to get her to talk or move. In the end she was crying hysterically into the red heads shoulder.

It was the year before that Loke had broken up with her and almost right after started dating Karen.

It kind of miffed her how Loke had talked to her today. He had only given her glances the past two years.

He tried to hug her, and she almost broke her resolve and gave in, hugging him and never letting to. She had resolved never to forgive him for the pain he had caused her.

Even though it was deep down a small victory he had even spoken to her, going against the wishes of Karen.

She frowned as she lost the game, getting close to beating her old score.

Suddenly her phone vibrated in her palm signaling she had gotten a new message from Natsu.

She opened it.

Hey, sorry I'm just telling you this now, I had to wait for the dance to finish before I sent it off, no service, but guess what!?

She gave a small smile.

What?

After a new minute a new message from him came.

Guess. :3

She grits her teeth.

I'm not in the mood to guess right now,

you will be when I tell u.

then tell me already!

Loke broke up with Karen! Right in the middle of the dance floor!

Her heart skipped a beat, she couched the phone to her chest.

Was it possible? At all?

She didn't respond for a minute so Natsu sent her a new one.

you should have seen her face! She looked like she could have killed someone.

A crash downstairs brought Lucy's attention from the messages and her frantic heart beat.

that is great news, but I got to go. Ttyl

oh... Okay ttyl...

She plopped her phone down and headed downs stairs.

A thought occurred to her, that it could be a burglar.

She silently opened the closet and got out her old baseball bat. She kept it at the ready, and moved slowly through the shadows till she got the kitchen, realizing no one was there she let her guard down a bit and slowly opened the front door.

What she saw shocked her.

A bruised, pale looking Loke laid at her door step, his breathing shallow. He looked up at her, eyes a brilliant gold.

His eyes caused her to freeze, a hand on her mouth. It wasn't till he spoke she snapped out of the spell.

"H-help..." He wheezed out, hand clawing forward.

She ignored her mind telling her it was a trap that he just wanted to hurt her more on the outside.

He coughed, and a splatter of red stained the step in front of him.

She made her mind up.

She didn't think, just grabbed Loke and took him inside.