Hi guys, Happy New Year! I know I'm two weeks late on both the greeting and updating. But anybody who's read this far into this story knows exactly how long it takes me to update == (Honestly I'm just glad it hasn't stretched to a month yet, god forbid how that would end up) And if I don't sound as cheery right now it's probably cause fanfiction screwed up my chapter so I had to do everything again (Thank god for backups) Jeez, talk about a waste of two hours ;_;

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Chapter 31 (Pain & Pleasure, Screams & Laughter They're all the Same)

Normal POV

Rogue stared helplessly at his best friend, who was sprawled on the other side of the room, his blue eyes glued blankly to the floor beneath him.

The room was silent other than the somber ticking of a nearby wall clock and the soft breathing of both Dragon Slayers. Neither

men really knew what to say; they were either too upset or too awkward to say what was on their minds.

Rogue could tell the others had left, since the hallway outside had been silent for quiet sometime now.

It almost felt like they really were the only two people left in the Domus Flau's medical ward.

Or maybe it was because the hallway had been so busy only minutes ago.

The Shadow Dragon Slayer had heard the Celestial mage's crying, something that was far worse than just crying. He could hear the anger and frustration in her sobbing, how hard she must have been shaking for her cries to sound so broken.

It got so bad that even Rogue wasn't so sure if she was the one that was actually upset - it was terrible just listening to it.

She had been right outside the room, so it wasn't exactly easy to ignore. Her crying disturbed him, clawed at his conscience, literally yelling at him to fix it.

But despite his guilty conscience, he knew it wasn't his fault, nor could he fix her problems.

He already knew deep down that whatever she had been crying about wasn't anything he could fix, far from any of what his capabilities could achieve.

But he had to wonder -

How could Sting, someone who had been chasing after this girl for so long, bear to see her cry?

He hadn't known Lucy for very long but he had known Sting for a while now, long enough to know that the person he had become such good friends with wouldn't have been nearly sadistic enough to stand around and watch someone cry.

Especially someone he had feelings for.

Rogue couldn't help but wonder just how bad things were between the two Dragon Slayers.

After all, Minerva hadn't exactly looked relaxed when she told him about the situation but he hadn't thought it was this bad.

He doubted things could even get this bad, knowing his friend's more or less forgiving nature.

Since when had Sting become this cold?

Rogue bit his lip as he glanced back towards the blonde man who hadn't moved an inch since Lucy had walked out through those doors. Rogue wasn't entirely sure what was holding the Dragon Slayer together at the moment, but he hoped it wasn't anything too destructive.

God knows what exactly was going through the Dragon Slayer's head at the moment.

"Are you just going to stand there?" A rough voice muttered, tearing Rogue out of his thoughts. He looked over to where the voice had come from and frowned but didn't answer.

His silence hung tensely in the air for a second, like an elastic band pulled to its breaking point. Rogue knew it had been a bad idea not to answer the upset Dragon Slayer but he thought it would have been worse if he had answered the wrong thing.

His friend was so unpredictable now, he wasn't sure whether any of his words were going to reason with Sting.

Sting, suddenly impatient with Rogue's silence, scowled and spoke again, his tone nearing a yell, "Are you even listening?! I asked why you're still here!"

Rogue, whose nerves were getting just about as tense as Sting's, stepped back in surprise. He knew Sting yelled, he had heard him yell hundreds of times - his friend just wasn't the silent type.

But his outburst was another thing, it wasn't anything like his usual challenging yell, the tone Sting was using wasn't completely foreign to him though.

It wasn't foreign to him at all.

Rogue froze as his mind began to register what Sting's tone reminded him of. It was familiar, incredibly familiar, but his mind was still in too much shock to work much.

His body and instincts, on the other hand, weren't having much trouble figuring out Sting. A chill went down Rogue's spine as he finally remembered.

That tone was the same one he used on Natsu yesterday.

The same one he taunted the Fire Dragon Slayer with, the same one he fought with, the same one he tried to kill with.

Kill.

He wouldn't... No, of course not. This was Sting Eucliffe, his best friend other than Frosch, his light when his darkness threatened to overpower him. Sting would never think about really hurting him, and especially not killing him.

But this was different - something snapped in the White Dragon Slayer yesterday. He wasn't the old Sting anymore, he was a vicious killer, bitter with jealousy. He would have no second thoughts about killing him if Rogue pissed him off enough.

"Are you going to answer me?! Get out!" Sting yelled, getting angrier and angrier by the minute. But Rogue didn't even flinch, didn't move, didn't answer. He wasn't sure whether he was too scared or whether he was trying to see how far this new Sting would go.

How far he would go to kill him.

"ANSWER ME!" Sting roared, straightening up and grabbing Rogue by the collar in seconds. The Shadow Dragon Slayer still didn't move, his eyes met Sting's angry blue ones almost white with rage. Suddenly Sting's fist was next to his ear, aimed directly towards Rogue's face.

Rogue's gaze never left Sting's as he noticed the glowing white fist aimed straight into his face. He knew it was going to hurt but his mind was nearly blank. Any thought of leaving had deserted him. He was frozen, paralysed waiting to see how far his best friend would go.

Suddenly he spoke. He didn't even really know what he was saying but it passed through his gritted teeth anyway. "Kill me, then."

Silence followed as the White Dragon Slayer absorbed what the other Dragon Slayer had just said.

Kill me, then.

Five, ten, twenty seconds went by and Sting still hadn't hit Rogue.

"I.. I can't." Sting finally whispered as he let Rogue go before collapsing onto the ground himself. Bent over panting from being held by the neck for so long, Rogue lifted his gaze towards Sting and waited for another attack.

He hadn't expected him to give up this easily - Sting would never give up this easily. But there he was, crumpled and broken on the ground, Rogue wasn't sure whether Sting even had enough steam in him left to attack him again.

He sure knew he didn't.

Half sure that he wasn't about to be lunged at again, Rogue gingerly walked towards Sting, his hand already stretched out in front of him to help his friend up. "You should have." He mumbled as Sting quietly accepted his hand.

Sting chuckled a small, bitter laugh in reply. "Are you kidding? I would have had my ass handed to me by you." Rogue didn't seem to appreciate the joke as he laid the other Dragon Slayer down on his own bed.

"You're awfully giggly for someone who had been angry enough to kill his best friend a minute ago." Rogue muttered coldly before walking towards the window near Sting's bed.

Sting glanced at the Shadow Dragon Slayer guiltily before looking down and away from his friend. He hadn't meant for any of this to happen... None of it, from the yelling to the deadly threats he was firing to everyone around him.

He had thought he could trust himself to keep his cool around her, that a morning's worth of self-loathing and well, loathing in general, could somehow put his emotions in check.

He even dared to hope the woman would show up after all, just so he could show her how well he was dealing with it.

To think his resolve would break as soon as she walked into the room.

Pathetic.

That's what he was - pathetic.

...

Fate was definitely playing some joke on him, some sick, cruel joke.

"I'm sorry." Rogue turned his head slightly towards Sting's quiet apology, a small smile gracing his face. "For what? I wanted to talk to you anyway, it's not your fault." "Look if it's about today then I'm sorry I can't do it, get Orga to fill for me or something because-"

"We know about last night." Rogue answered swiftly cutting Sting off. "What?" He answered clearly confused. Last night? He doesn't mean... No, he wasn't even there. No one else was there except for... No, he cannot had been there.

"Natsu left his guild this morning, Minerva was notified before we came here." Sting was silent for few minutes, before a small sound that sounded more like choking than laughing erupted from his throat.

Damn that Minerva.

"What makes you think I care about that, Rogue?" Sting mocked, trying to laugh it off. Rogue turned towards Sting, his eyes narrowed. "Would you stop that?! We know what happened with you and Lucy, besides the way you've been acting around her is enough to tell anyone what happened."

"You're not as good of an actor as you think." Rogue added quietly. Silence followed as Rogue waited for an answer. Finally Sting spoke, "I can take care of myself Rogue. I don't need you and Minerva butting in to save me."

Rogue crossed his arms over his chest, clearly frustrated with the way Sting was acting. "We aren't trying to save you-look ever since you met her you've been all over her, convinced she is the one. But you and I both know the truth, she's not-"

"She's not mine, I get it." Sting practically hissed before Rogue could go any further.

Rogue sighed. "Be honest to yourself Sting, is it really worth it? You heard her, we both heard her. This... Whatever you call this relationship is not working!" Sting looked up swiftly at the other Dragon Slayer, his gaze poisonous.

"Ok fine, tell me then Rogue, if I told you to let go of Yukino this instant, no questions, no apologies. How would you feel?" Rogue was silent for a long minute before answering,

"I wouldn't do it in the first place... Don't tell me this is how you actually feel.. Breaking off just like that with Yukino is unthinkable for me, you know that."

Sting turned away from his friend's gaze. "Then you should know better than anyone else." Silence enveloped the two as what Sting had just said sunk in.

Suddenly he was speaking again, his voice shaking like he was at edge of breaking apart.

"I knew from the start it wasn't really going work out. From the time I had first felt it, I knew it was going to end up badly-I mean the idiot had already been marked and didn't even know it."

"I wouldn't mistake his smell in a million years. I'm just surprised Lucy didn't see it coming." "Didn't Weisslogia teach you anything about this?" Rogue asked sarcastically. "Haha, funny. " Rogue sighed again. "This has to be a mistake, if Natsu has already claimed her then why would you have that... Need?"

"I thought I could ignore it, ignore the fact that I was falling in love with someone who belonged to someone else, ignore that she was using me as a replacement for that asshole, honestly I just wanted to be with her."

Sting was trying his best to not concentrate on how perfectly Lucy's hand had fitted in his and how pretty she looked in that dress of hers..

"I had hoped that one day she would forget about Natsu and understand what I felt, I had hoped that maybe one day... she would fall in love with me too."

"You, Sting Eucliffe, are also my mate."

Suddenly, Sting's wavering calmness broke and his volume soared,"But it didn't work, none of it did. No matter how many times she says it, no matter how many times I say it... We know we're just feeding into a relationship that was a liability from the start."

"I thought I knocked you out, Saber?" Natsu answered with a mocking tone. Sting laughed bitterly, "So you could have more time to steal my mate?" Natsu smirk grew wider. "Yours? You mean mine."

"And after all that hard work, after all those declarations... I hate her very existence." He gripped at his head as if he was going insane running around in circles trying to figure himself out.

Gently, a tear rolled off his face and descended towards the ground underneath him.

Hesitantly Lucy answered, "I love you too."

"I hate that she can just march in here and completely destroy me, I hate that I care about every little thing she does, I hate the fact that I still love her!" He yelled, his tears flying down his face.

"Sting." Lucy choked out, her body going completely numb as she stood there watching him. Sting chuckled at her shaking voice and shook his head. "You're still here? Where's Natsu?" He hissed mockingly.

"She can break me again and again and again, day after freaking day and I'll still feel the same. Because even after everything... I can't let her go."

"Because after everything, I still have hope,"

"Hope that one day it'll all click, it'll all make sense and everything that I've done until that point wouldn't have been meaningless."

Suddenly he turned back towards Rogue as he whispered what he had been trying to say all along.

"I love her Rogue, I love her too much."

Lucy Heartfilia had never been that scared of the dark.

It just never really bothered her - to her, the darkness was temporary and somehow light would always be there to destroy it. Besides, monsters didn't bother her, she was already one after all.

But now as she stared out into the moonless night sky she was beginning to doubt it, the pitch darkness was bothering her and the thought of never seeing the sun rising ever again terrified her.

"I'll destroy all light. Trust me, Lucy Heartfilia, you will never see the sun again."

Lucy sighed tiredly before leaning her head towards the cold window pane, the urge to pace never leaving her. The day had been a disaster, like walking through a live minefield and it had all been her fault.

Sting had refused to join the rest of the team that morning when the day finally got started even though the doctor had told him repeatedly he could go. In the end Minerva left him be and got Orga to substitute, not that it was that bad: none of the events today was particularly important.

Lucy had spent rest of the day thinking about that magic energy she had felt around those dumpsters, she still hadn't found a way to tell anybody but she knew she'd have to tell them before it's too late.

Before they run out of time...

"You can't save them, none of them. They'll all die in my hands."

It was her second sleepless night but instead of memories it was dreams that haunted her. It wasn't anything better; in fact, Lucy was beginning to wish it was memories that she was seeing, at least she knew how they ended.

Badly sure, but there was something about wondering that made it worse.

These dreams... She had no idea where they came from but she had the sinking feeling it was because of Zeref, not that she had any idea whether the Dark Lord had that kind of magic. Either way she was sure even if he didn't, one of his demons might.

They were getting to her, slowly turning her insane. She wasn't even asleep now but she could still see their deaths, the coppery smell of blood and destruction in the air and the chilling laugh of the mastermind behind all of this.

It had all been her.

It brought a whole different meaning to the word 'mistake'.

Right: mistake - it was all a mistake.

"Lucy Heartfilia, is it?" Lucy turned around swiftly to see who had just spoken to her. That voice... It couldn't be, no it wasn't him of course not. He can't be this close.

The initial shock of seeing him only inches away from her fingertips made her almost voiceless - even screams couldn't make it past her throat.

"W-what are you doing here?!" She squeaked, trying desperately to earn some distance between them. The man smiled, "Ahh, it is you." He greeted, his tone warm like he was greeting an old friend. "Y-you can't be here, not here." "I've heard from a dear friend of mine you would be here, it seems she was right." He answered, ignoring her protests.

Lucy's eyes widen at his statement. "W-who?!" The man chuckled, "Oh you might be familiar with her, my apologies. Mavis Vermilion? The first master of your past guild perhaps?" Lucy's clenched fist tightened, making her already pale knuckles go white.

"No, I don't know what you mean." She answered, her voice sounding surprisingly firm even to her. The man frowned. "That's too bad, she spoke very highly of you." Lucy bit her lip, so much for not dragging everyone else into this. He clearly remembered her and them.

"Look, what do you want? I'm clearly not actually here right now so this must be a dream but I don't remember the last time you were able to do this." Lucy snapped demanding an answer. The man clicked his tongue. "Smart, Mavis wasn't lying."

Suddenly, the musty grey walls surrounding the two mages vanished giving way to a grassy garden in front of a very familiar manor.

"Remember this place, Lucy?" The man asked casually as he walked over to one of the rose bushes nearby, leaving Lucy standing alone in the middle of the garden. "What are you trying to say?!" Lucy snarled, impatient now and even more riled up after suddenly arriving at her childhood home.

"Shh, you'll wake her." He answered, pointing towards a couple walking towards them right now, rose in hand. As the couple neared them, Lucy began to notice that the small bundle in the woman's arms was actually a baby and the couple was actually her parents.

Her parents looked a lot different than the ones in Lucy's memory, younger, happier. Before her mother was ill, before her father turned cruel, when they almost resembled a happy family.

Lucy couldn't help but feel a slight tug at her heart and she realised she couldn't remember any of these happy days. All she could remember was an empty house and man who was barely her father.

"She looks so happy when she's asleep." Layla giggled before tucking a stray strand of hair behind the baby's ear. Her husband grunted roughly but didn't try to hide the small smile on his face. "Yes, she's adorable when she's not screaming my ears off." Layla gave him a look before directing her attention back to the baby.

"You just can't appreciate it, can you Jude?" The man huffed before sneaking a small glance at his newborn. "Whatever, it's not like she looks anything like me. She looks too much like her mother."

Layla opened her mouth to protest before she realised what her husband had actually just said. Slowly she looked up towards her life partner and smiled. "Remind me why we fell in love, Jude?" The man rolled his eyes before leaning down before leaning down and placing his lips gently on his wife's.

"It's because of my manly charm." He whispered before straightening up again. His wife laughed and shook her head at his bad joke. Lucy couldn't help but smile at her father's small retort.

Was this who her father really was? A goofy, romantic idiot? She wished she could have seen this earlier.

Suddenly remembering what she was doing here, she turned towards Zeref who was standing not too far away from her examining one of the roses he had picked. "Is this why you bought me here? To bring me down memory lane?" Her tone almost mocking the Dark Lord.

Zeref didn't answer when a sound that sounded chillingly familiar rang through the garden making Lucy look away from the unresponsive Mage.

She wished she hadn't.

The sound was still ringing in her ears but it was so much louder now, the baby had somehow ended up on the dirt floor and her mother was lying on the ground her side completely torn open. In the sky was gigantic dark shape resembling a very familiar looking dragon.

Jude ran over to his wife trying desperately to lift her up but it was no use, she was dying. "Hang on, you've got to hang on." He sobbed hugging Layla to his chest, Layla shook her head at her husband's tears before gently wiping them away. "Jude... It was unavoidable... I already told you after that mission, didn't I?"

Jude shook his head fiercely at her words, his tears raining down onto her face. "Don't talk, please, I can help you, please." He yelled frantically as the blood oozing out from her side started to stain his white business shirt dark red. Part of Jude knew he was lying to himself. He couldn't help at all, no one could help her, not even the hospital nearby.

She was simply losing too much blood.

"Jude... Stop, please stop..." She whispered softly, placing her shaking hand on her husband's cheek."No don't say that, please Layla! Please, I love you!" He screamed hysterically clutching her tighter, his wife only laughed softly at her husband crying, shaking her head.

"Jude... I love you too.. Remember to take care... Of our daughter." Jude fell silent as he hugged her tightly to him, trying desperately to remember how she felt like, looked like, smelt like before she would be taken away from forever.

"Don't leave me and Lucy behind..." He mumbled shakily into her hair, Layla smiled. "You... Know me better than that..." She answered before going silent, her body fell limp in his arms as it slowly dawned on Jude what had just happened. Layla was dead, his other half had just died in his arms..

Suddenly the tears were back almost ten times worse than last time as Jude sobbed into his late wife's body. His wife was dead leaving him on his own to take care of their four month old daughter and their business.

Why didn't she just hang on?

Some part of Jude knew this was ridiculous, that his wife couldn't possibly have wanted this herself. They had spent days planning out the rest of their lives together the first day Lucy was home, they weren't just two star-crossed lovers anymore, they had a daughter now to take care of.

And then one day Layla came back from a job she had taken behind his back, telling him that she was being tracked by dragon. She had tried telling him that it was completely safe, that it was all part of a plan, that it was being handled by some other strong mages but he wasn't convinced.

He wished he hadn't let her convince him.

Now he was alone, all alone with no one who understood him. All he had left was a baby, a baby that looked too much like her mother. Too much.

Slowly he stood up, letting Layla's lifeless body fall to the ground as he did so. His eyes scanned the sky for the dragon but it was long gone, somewhere outside his own mind a baby was crying but he couldn't bring himself to do anything about it.

He didn't think he had the strength to look at her.

The present Lucy frozen in place after realising that her father had lied to her the whole time, had lied to the whole world about this. Her mother wasn't ill at all, she was perfectly healthy.

It was a dragon that had killed her.

And it was painfully obvious which one it was.

Lucy spun towards the man who had bought her here in the first place, her fist clenched tightly to her sides. "Y-you... Why would you do this?!" Zeref met her furious gaze with a calm smile. "Me? I didn't do anything, your dear dragon was the one did it. Fortunately, your father was very good at hiding the things that hurt him."

Lucy growled at the Dark Lord's cool calmness. "Why are you doing this? Why are you making me look at this?" She hissed. Zeref smiled again, "I did it to see the real you." He whispered.

Lucy glanced down at her clench fist only to realise that an even more familiar magic energy was swirling around her, destroying everything around her, even the grass she was standing on.

She had been so upset, the Dragon Slaying abilities she had tried so hard to forget about had activated themselves again. "I see." She mustered out as she tried to stay still. She just had to stay calm, as long as she stayed calm it'll go away.

Zeref smiled approvingly at the magic energy surrounding her, "Your magic energy, it's very like mine. Did Acnologia teach you this?" Lucy scowled but didn't answer. Zeref's smile grew wider. "It's very exciting. It seems your magic energy is almost strong enough to rival mine. Interesting, Mavis was indeed right."

"I will destroy every inch of your being Zeref." Lucy snarled, trying not to run straight over there and ripping his head off. The man clicked his tongue irritatedly. "Ah, ah. You might hurt yourself, I don't need a hurt comrade do I?"

"What do you mean?" Lucy asked, clearly too confused to really understand what he was saying.

"You, of course! I would like you to join me."

"Never, why would I ever join you?"

Zeref was quiet for a few minutes before answering, his tone almost inaudible.

"Don't you want to be accepted?"

"Don't you want to be free?"

"Just join me, come with me and you don't have to worry about letting your power loose."

"You'll be free from your past mistakes, plus I'm sure you want to talk to your parents about this."

Lucy froze at his last sentence. "My parents are dead Zeref, nothing can change that." She answered sharply.

Zeref chuckled, "Ah but I'm the creator of all magic, the one magic. Don't you think I have power over the dead?"

Lucy was silent for a few minutes, realising that Zeref definitely had a point. But would she risk it? Would she just abandon her old life for one she had enjoyed so much before.

Killing.

It was exhilarating when you didn't have a conscience.

Plus she would be able to see her parents again, her parents the goofy, sarcastic, romantic couple she had seen before. Not the forgotten shadow of a mother and a stranger of a father. Her family, her actual family.

"What's the point though?" Lucy finally answered quietly, meeting Zeref's gleeful gaze. "What?" He asked confused. "What's the point? They're already dead, both of them. And I don't really care about world domination."

"Besides, I already have my own family, even if they hate me, I will always love them. They were the ones around me when I needed it the most, not my parents."

"I'm not saying I hate them, I'm saying why bother bringing back the dead when the living are right there next to you?"

"And I don't need to be accepted or free, like I said I already have people who already accept me and who said I was ever trapped?"

"Mistakes are made by everyone, even you Zeref."

Zeref laughed, "Me? Mistakes?" Lucy smiled, "Yes, even you." Zeref turned towards her annoyed that she would accuse him of making a mistake. He was the Dark Lord, he didn't make mistakes.

"What could I have possibly forgotten?" Zeref asked mockingly. Lucy didn't answer - the air around them was suddenly tense with magic power as Dark Energy started to circle Lucy, it was too late when Zeref finally realised what was happening.

"DRAGON SOUL!"

But just before she was about to attack Zeref said one final thing that sent a chill down her spine. "I'll destroy all light Lucy Heartfilia. Trust me you will never see the light of day again."

When the light had faded from her last attack Lucy realised she wasn't out of it yet.

Everywhere she looked was smoke, the smell of blood was still thick in the air and somewhere someone was screaming.

Lucy, confused, started towards the screaming, jumping over rubble and pieces of shattered buildings. She didn't know why but she just had to get to the screaming, she had to find out who it was.

For what felt like hours she ran through the smoke and broken down buildings, small fires were still alight around her but somehow her brain didn't really notice it, she was too busy running.

The screaming was louder now, loud enough for her to pinpoint exactly where it was coming from. She could tell it was girl that was screaming, a very high pitched scream as well.

She quickly climbed over a particularly large piece of rubble when she realised she had arrived.

In front of her was a clearing bathed in a harsh white light, everywhere around the clearing there was still more rubble but it was clean inside the clearing. The person who had been screaming before didn't seem to notice her, in fact Lucy doubted she noticed anyone.

It was a girl around her age, her hair the same shade as Lucy's, even to her outfit which was torn and dirty, yet still resembled Lucy's a lot. Not really bothered by the resemblance, Lucy started to approach the screaming girl, her mind completely black at this point. All she knew was that she had to get there and quick.

As she got closer she realised more things that were similar to her and this girl, like the circle of keys that laid next to her all broken into pieces, Lucy didn't think they were anything special at first but as she got closer she realised they were Celestial Spirit keys.

All of them, broken.

Suddenly a sense of fear started to settle at the bottom of Lucy's stomach. Was she ready to see whatever or whoever this person was? Why were her keys broken? Why did she have same keys? Why did she look so much like Lucy?

The screaming was getting louder as well, almost ringing in Lucy's ear as she neared the girl but right before she could tap the girl's shoulder to let her know she was her, she turned around herself.

"Do you like it, the destruction?" She whispered tonelessly in a voice Lucy knew all too well.

How could she not, it was her own after all.

"W-who are you?!" Lucy wanted to scream as she realised she was looking at a perfect replica of herself, down to every single hair, every eyelash. Her twin only smiled as if hearing Lucy's thoughts. "I'm you, do you like it? I did all of this myself, I made sure Fairy Tail suffered the most."

Lucy frozen in place couldn't even run as the replica of herself stood up walked over to the other side of the clearing and grabbed someone, before walking towards her.

She was dragging a short frail body by their long hair. Lucy could tell it was definitely a girl but she couldn't tell who it was. She only knew two blue haired girls and Levy didn't have long hair.

Not unless she grew it out over the year. "L-lucy-san?" A small voice whispered, coming from the body. Suddenly it dawned on Lucy who it was she was dragging or her twin was anyway.

"Wendy? Wendy!" She screamed, trying to grab the younger girl away from her twin but she wouldn't budge and every time she even came close to Wendy the girl would flinch away from her.

"Wendy, please listen to me, I'm trying to help you." Lucy started to beg as she tried to get the blue haired girl away from her twin but nothing was budging when a loud voice echoed through the rubble.

"You can't save them, none of them. They'll all die in my hands."

Lucy turned around to see who had spoken only to see no one. She had no idea where the voice was coming from. "Zeref, ZEREF!" She screamed, trying desperately to lure the other Mage out but he was nowhere to be seen.

"You will pay for refusing my offer." He added gleefully before bursting into manic laughter.

"Pay with your blood!"

So what do you think? I hope you liked it ^.^ I honestly spent way too many hours on the Internet today == Anyways, I'm going to get some rest, thank you so much for reading, please leave a review!

Ps, special thanks to Powwo for her suggestion with evil Lucy, it really helped with my writer's block ^.^"