HELLO FRIENDS! Well now, things are getting interesting. I'm not going to post the totals of the voting up. :P That would ruin the surprise. All I can say is that you guys seem to love crack pairings…

So, to recap: Sting is the first to arrive, the next will be there two days from now (keeping in mind that the Exceeds arrive whenever they feel like it) So Sting and Lucy get to spend some *Ahem* 'Quality time' together.

When you see, ####### somewhere in the story, it means the person is having a flashback.

I grit my teeth. That moronic, horrid, pathetic Dragon Slayer! Treating me like his personal slave, then threatening me when I refused! And, until Natsu or Laxus shows up, he can make me do whatever he wants! That bastard.

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"Hey Princess!" Yells Sting. He is on the couch staring at me while I try to continue with my novel. (A/N: It is actually really, really, hard to write with someone looking over your shoulder)

"What is it now?" I say, already fed up with the blonde Dragon Slayer.

"I'm hungry!" He tells me.

"Good for you!"

"I said, I'm hungry!"

"So?" I reply, not turning around. "You know where the kitchen is."

"You're supposed to look after me!" He whines, throwing a pillow at the back of my head. My hand slips and the quill (A/N: I think that's what she uses to write, I don't think she has a pen) splatters a dark smudge of ink across my page, the one it had taken me a whole hour to write! I stand, fuming and walk over to him, I pull out Loke's key and grab the front of Sting's shirt.

"Do you want to die?" I ask him, waving the key around threateningly. He just laughs and pats me on the head. I brush his hand away irritably. I don't know why I lost my temper so easily with this guy. I just did. Even more so than with Natsu or Grey. Maybe it was because her belonged to Sabertooth. He stands and walks over to the desk. My eyes follow him, just what is he… I see him pick up the stack of papers that made up my manuscript.

"DON'T YOU DARE!" I screech, lunging for the paper. He smirks and holds me at bay easily with one arm.

"Make me something to eat." He says. I glare at him, what a bastard. I couldn't believe that he was using blackmail to get something to eat. I cross my arms.

"There's no food left. You ate it all last night. Remember?"

"No, I don't. The market is still open, it's not even noon yet."

"I am not walking all the way to town just so you can-" I stop, he has lit up his left hand with his magic, his right holds my manuscript, slowly he moves his left hand closer to the pages.

"DON'T!" I yell. He stops but doesn't move his hand away.

"Food." He says.

"FINE!" I huff. I throw on my cloak and pull on my gloves. "Don't you dare do anything stupid while I'm gone!" I slam the door behind me.

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"Um, Miss?" A quiet voice snaps me to my senses. A young girl, around the same age as Wendy, was standing behind the counter, her eyes were wide and I realise that the expression on my face probably wasn't very attractive or friendly. I smile at her.

"Sorry, sorry. I guess I just spaced out for a bit." She smiles hesitantly, still a bit creeped out I guess.

"Um… That's 2, 000 Jewels." She says (I'm gonna say that equals $20 Australian dollars)

"Okay…" I rummage though my bag. I exchange the money for the food and leave. Sting ate a lot. And mean, a lot. He ate more than Natsu and Happy put together. I'm beginning to wonder if all Dragon Slayers eat lots, maybe they regain energy by eating regular food as well as their element. I needed to cook enough for three people just to feed him. I duck down an alleyway, that I know is a shortcut to the butchers.

"Right, that's the healthy stuff, I know Natsu likes meat, so Sting probably does to…"

"You keep talking to yourself girly, people'll think you're crazy."

I turn and see a pretty scary looking guy. As tall as Laxus but as wide a Droy, he had more piercings than I had keys and tattoos along the length of both his arms. He wore pants that looked like they was made of dragon hide, and for some reason this pisses me off. I knew it wasn't real, but still. He grins, I notice he has some teeth missing and I see his eyes drop down to stare at my chest. I cross my arms

"Hey dick shit," I say. "My eyes are up here." So, looking back it probably wasn't the smartest thing to say. Okay, it was the dumbest thing I could have ever said, but still, I was annoyed already today and I wasn't about to let some idiot wreck the little time I had alone. He just grins wider

"I like 'em feisty." He says. He moves forward and grabs my wrist with surprising force. The second he had hold of me I could tell he wasn't a mage, I could kick his butt easily, except… In my anger I had left my keys back at the house. Shit. I snarl at him and begin to struggle. He laughs and backs me against a wall. I drop the paper bag I had been holding, this guy was strong.

"LET ME GO!" I scream. He clamps a hand over my mouth shakes his head.

"I'm pretty hungry, and you look like you'd taste good." His eyes roam my body, then he leans closer. He smelt like sewerage and beer and his eyes were full of lust. "You are one fine dish." He says. He runs his tongue along my neck, I feel his stubble and I squirm in disgust. I can't move, with one hand over my mouth and the other holding both my wrists above my head, I couldn't get free. Loke, I think, Loke, Virgo, Taurus, Gemini, please, anyone, please. I feel a tear roll down my cheek, the guy looks up and smirks.

"Eager are we?" He says as he licks the tear away. I stop moving. What deluded world did he live in? "You do taste pretty good." He lick my cheek again. Desperate, I part my mouth slightly and bite down on his hand.

"Ow! You crazy bitch!" He knees me but I don't let go. I feel his blood seeping into my mouth. He kicks me in the stomach and I bite harder. "BITCH!" He screams.

A dark shadow come up behind us. I let go, unable to take the taste of blood any longer. The man releases me and I sink to the ground. I spit out the blood, he was disgusting, I wipe away the traces of saliva that he left on me. I hear a large cracking sound and look up. The man had been thrown against the wall.

"Don't. You. Ever. Touch. Her. Again." Growls the figure. The would-be-rapist whimpers

"I'm sorry! I didn't know someone was with her! I didn't know she was your woman! I swear! Please have mercy!"

The shadow growls again, I find myself scared of him. Then it stops.

"Well, now you do." It moves forwards and grabs the man by the throat, pinning him against the wall. "I won't kill you, it would only upset her." He jerks a finger in my direction. "But," He pushes his face close to the creep, nose-to-nose. "If you ever go near her again, you piece of filth, I will kill you." The amount of venom in those last four words made me shudder. The creep faints, I would have laughed, if it wasn't so… Not funny. The stranger picks up my shopping, grabs my wrist and pulls me to my feet. He leads me back into the street. I stumble after him.

"Hurry up princess." He says. Wait, princess? I look up at him. The only person who calls me that is…

We reach the street and I can see my savior clearly now. Worry etched into his expression.

"Sting?" He drops my hand. And turns to look at me.

"Are you okay?" I nod. He swallows. "Did he… You know…"

"No." I say. "You got there just in time. But, why were you out here in the first place?"

He looks away.

"This place is notorious for it's pedophiles and creeps."

I frown. "I could have gotten away." He turns back to me and holds up something.

"Without these?" He says giving it a slight shake. It jingles and I realise what they are.

"My keys!" I say happily. I hug him, without really thinking about it, and take them from him. I look up at him. "How did you get them? I thought they were on my bed."

He shrugs. "They were on the desk. Next to your story."

"Ah, okay!" I say brightly. Then, "You didn't kill my manuscript, did you?"

"Nah." He grins, the way he does, I've learned, when he's about to say or do something to piss me off. "I read it."

"Ah!" I cry, smacking him on the arm. "You- Why?"

"I was bored." I just stare. He nods, seeming deep in thought. "Needs more smut." He says.

"What the hell Sting!" I cry, blushing furiously. He laughs loudly and tousles my hair.

"Let's go." He says. I reach for the shopping bag. But he pulls it closer to him and shakes his head. "I'll carry it. That's what guys are supposed to do right?" He begins to walk off, I hurry after him.

"Where are we going? I question him.

"Shopping."

"Why?" I ask, confused.

"Because, blondie…" He tilts his head so I can see his smile. "I'm still hungry."

Okay, I actually made myself sick while writing this chapter. I wasn't sure what a guy like that would do, so I took a guess. Sorry for the bad language, I tried to use as little as possible. The further I get into the story the more swearing there is going to be. Just letting you know now. Thank-you to all who reviewed especially bookworm0313, you made my crappy day AWESOME because of that comment. Thank-you all for sticking with me!

Natsu: Lucy where are you? *Acts depressed*

Mira: *Fangirling* He misses her. Aw…...

Cana: Glug, glug… *Passes out*

Gajeel: Where are your clothes you Ice Prick?

Grey: SHIT!

Levy: Don't be mean Gajeel…

Jet & Droy: LEVY!

Lisanna: Rose doesn't own Fairy Tail… If she did… She would; make Grey naked all the time, Jet and Droy be gay and love each other, Cana would be in love with Fried and... GAJEEL AND LEVY WOULD BE MAKING OUT RIGHT NOW.

Mira: REALLY?

Gajeel & Levy: *Blush*

Happy: They liiiiiiiiiiiikkkkkkeeeee each other!

Mira: *Fangirling*