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Beastly Possession	By : Rhov Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 26740 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Fairy Tail is the property of Hiro Mashima. I make no money, I just do this for my own pleasure.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail because Hiro Mashima secretly hates me. Yup, he's going to write me into one of his stories purely to kill me off.

WARNING: This chapter contains excessive goriness. Don't read while eating. (Really, one reader said she vomited in her mouth!)

Chapter 2

Want Dragon

Through Magnolia's empty streets echoed a sort of music meant for mad men. An allegro tempo of racing shoes laid the percussive beat for a melody of fatigued panting, desperate wheezes, with the occasional squawk of terror, like a musician forcing a sound out of a clarinet with a dry reed. An occasional whimper, the sort of cowardly cries grown men were not supposed to make, counterpointed the raspy arpeggio of gasping for enough air to sustain the sprinter. Ah, but these sounds were a symphony to the hunter after his game! The thrill of the chase, the rush of hearing fear in the prey, following the dire noises, stalking ever closer: it was what made hunting so exhilarating.

The man knew it had been a bad idea to sneak out with his lover so late. Now she was dead, and the murderer was after him. His heart pounded too hard to hear clearly. His terror-widened eyes glanced behind him, but it made him trip. He almost stumbled, the steady rhythm faltered for a few beats, the panting paused as his throat choked too tight for even breathing to get through, but his momentum somehow kept him going forward without falling on his face.

"Help!" he tried yelling for the dozenth time, although he knew the shops were all closed for the night. He needed to get away from this district and to somewhere with people. A residential area, or even the Fairy Tail guild if he could reach it. They would likely still be partying, even at this hour. He needed to reach a place with people who could help him.

The man knew a shortcut, and perhaps he could lose the killer at the same time. Another frantic look around showed no sign of pursuit. He made a quick dash into an alley, but stepped on a massive gray rat. It shrieked so loudly, he was sure anyone chasing him would have heard it. Still, he did not stop until he was in the center of the alley and completely hidden in shadows. He slid behind some crates and leaned against the moldy wall for a breather.

His trousers reeked of urine. He had wet himself back in the love hotel when the attacker first arrived. Though embarrassing, it was the least of his concerns at the moment. Still, he realized that the thing chasing him might be able to track him by smell. Unless he planned to run through town half naked, there was nothing he could do about the moist clothes.

Sound though: that was something he could work on.

He tried to stifle his gasps by breathing into the sleeve of his jacket, anything to fade away into the darkness of the night and escape notice. His head swam dizzily from too much adrenaline and not enough oxygen. Now that he was resting, his legs burned from running so fast. After all, he was a simple businessman, used to sitting at his desk all day, growing paunchy and old. Sprinting was not something he did normally, and never had he needed to run for his life.

His stomach suddenly revolted. The sight he had witnessed, the screams of his lover, the blood that exploded from her neck as her head was ripped off her body, replayed through his mind as his dinner came up. Moist vomit splashed into the alley's central gutter. His mouth and nose burned with stomach acid and second-time-around salmon.

"This can't be happening," he moaned, wiping his mouth clear.

He felt shaky from vomiting and hyperventilation, but he trudged forward. At the end of this alley was a canal, and across the bridge were some apartments. He just needed to reach them, knock on the doors, and shout for help. Someone would come. Someone would let him in, shelter him, and call the authorities to deal with the murderer. Even if his secret love affair was made known, that no longer mattered. Nothing mattered but surviving this night of surreal terror.

He heard a leathery flapping sound and looked up. "Oh no … no!" he whispered, and the man decided to make a break for it. Despite burning pain in his legs, he ran. Each step splashed in reeking puddles of water or crushed over musty debris. He could see the moonlight glittering on the waters of the canal. It was a ribbon at the end of a race, with victory and salvation on the other side.

A shadow suddenly dropped in front of his path. Two glowing red eyes made him leap backward with a whimper. Wings folded in so the beast could enter the narrow alleyway. Behind it, a spiked tail swished back and forth.

"Oh please … please, no," he begged, feeling as if he might lose his bladder for the second time that night. "Whatever it is you want, I'll give it to you. Name your price."

"Want?" came a deep hissing tone. "Want … dragon."

"D-dragon?" the man asked. "Y-y-you want … a dragon? H-hey, there's a guy I know … well, I don't know him, but I've heard of him. He's called Salamander. He's looking for a dragon, too. I … I could introduce you two. He lives here in town, one of the mages, quite famous, but … but I've got connections," he assured eagerly. "I'll hook you two up. If anyone knows where there's a dragon, it'd be him."

"S-S-Salamander?" the creature asked in a slithering tone. "Want … Salamander."

The man grinned nervously. "O-of course you do. He'll help you find a dragon."

The victim had only a split second of hopefulness before the beast leaped forward. Sharp teeth gleamed, and the man uttered his last coherent words.

"Oh shit…"

What followed were screams, unearthly howls of a vicious attack, hacking noises in vain attempts to yell for help, snarls, gargling screams, then finally silence except for the sound of licking and munching. Slowly, a small stream of thick crimson snaked out of the alley, down to the canal, and tainted the moonlit water.

The Next Morning, Outside of Magnolia

"Natsu," Happy whined, kicking the Dragon Slayer in the nose with his furry toe. "Wake up."

The Dragon Slayer yawned and rolled over. "Five more minutes, Lucy," he muttered.

Happy pouted at such laziness. "This is why Erza insists on using the train, you know."

Natsu grumbled in his sleep. "No train, Lucy. Don't wanna ride the choo-choo."

"Sheesh, why are all your dreams about Lucy these days? Hey, wake up! I'm hungry." He gave Natsu an extra hard kick to the nose.

Natsu snorted and blinked his eyes. "Oh, Happy. Aren't we back in Magnolia yet?"

"Of course not. You said you were getting a headache again, so we stopped early. We're only a few hours away, though. If we hurry, we can make it back before supper."

"S'zat so?" he yawned. "Then I can sleep another hour."

"Hey!" he yelled, tugging on Natsu's ear. "It's nearly noon already. You skipped breakfast, and it's almost lunchtime."

Natsu yawned. "Too sleepy. Head hurts."

Happy folded his arms in frustration. Still, he worried that Natsu might be coming down sick again, so he decided to just let his friend sleep. "I guess I'll go find my own fish." He took a pole, some bait, and walked to a nearby river.

Natsu curled into his blankets, began to snore, and soon he was smiling with pleasant dreams. "Lucy, that tickles," he mumbled with a laugh. His relaxed smile gradually faded. His slumbering face began to tighten. He flipped in his sleep as if fighting a monster. "Gajeel … no, Wendy … ugh, Laxus, stop it. No. No!"

He moaned, shaking his head, troubled by the nightmare. His breathing became faster, erratic, mixed with somnolent whimpers. Suddenly, Natsu sat up screaming "Nooooo!" Out of his mouth came an arc of fire. It hit a tree and quickly spread to another tree, then another.

"Oops," he said, staring dumbfounded for a moment.

"Waaah, Natsu!" Happy wailed, flying between trees and out of the quickly spreading blaze. "You burned down another forest."

Natsu cringed as the fire went out of control. There was no way to stop it anymore. "Maybe … we should get out of here."

"Aye, sir!" They ran as trees began to fall over in a rain of embers.

Meanwhile, Back in Magnolia

Erza walked forward cautiously. The morning was already uncomfortably warm. Flies buzzed around her. As she drew closer, she had to put a hand to her nose to block the ghastly smell. A young man in uniform leading her to the scene kindly handed her a handkerchief, which she gladly took to block the unmistakable stench of death.

Even Erza, who had slashed many enemies in her time as a Fairy Tail S-Class mage, had to swallow hard at the grotesque mutilation in front of her. The dark alley had blood splattered up to three meters high and pooled in blackening puddles around the cobbled road. She realized she was standing on a stream of dried and flaking blood running from the crime scene downhill toward the water. She deftly removed her foot and made sure not to walk on any more black stains.

Amidst the gore stood an inspector wearing an army uniform. He adjusted his glasses as he jotted down notes, leaning over the corpse as if the sight and smell were commonplace. He straightened up when she approached and tucked his notebook into a satchel.

"Ah, you must be from the local magic guild. I don't recall requesting assistance," the man said brusquely.

Erza forced her gaze away from the dead body and onto the inspector. "Erza Scarlet of Fairy Tail," she said in a terse introduction. "When our Master heard about the murder, he asked me to look into it."

"Thoughtful, but unnecessary," he said blandly. "As you can see, it's obviously an animal attack."

"Then this isn't related to the other murder today?"

He hummed curiously before something dawned on him. "Ah, you must be talking about the beheading in the love hotel. No, no connection. That murder is under another team's investigation. This is merely an animal attack. As you can see," he said, casually waving to the mutilated body, "the slash marks are similar to a wild predator. We'll have to look into what animals live in this region of Fiore, inspect any possible escaped animals from zoos and such. No magic involved, no tools, just claws and teeth. If the mages of Fairy Tail wish to lend a hand in either of the killings, we will of course accept the help, so long as you don't get in the way of our investigations."

She glanced down at the body again: intestines ripped out and half eaten, rib bones showing through gashes to the chest, and a massive chunk ripped out of the man's throat, leaving his head to hang at an odd angle. The victim's pants were torn apart, and large bites had been taken out of the muscular thighs, chewing right down to the femur. The face was speckled with blood but otherwise left alone, so that the look of horror and agony was still there in the glazed, empty eyes already filming over with death. Flies swarmed around the carcass, buzzing near the splattered entrails and crawling in and out of the gaping hole in the neck. The inspector absently kicked a curious rat out of the way.

"I see," Erza said, keeping her face and voice neutral while her stomach wanted to dry heave at the macabre scene. "I will report this to Master Makarov. If he wishes to assist, he will send the request to your superior. If you need assistance in catching the beast, we have mages skilled in such things."

He snickered softly. "Your offer is appreciated, but I think the army can catch a simple loose animal. Good day to you." He pulled out his notebook again and began to write, showing Erza that this brief interview was over.

Erza left the scene at a hurried pace. She managed to get a block away before she realized she still had the young soldier's handkerchief pressed to her nose. Steeling her stomach for a second dose of gore, she began to return when she saw a familiar face in the crowd of onlookers.

"Gajeel?" she asked, surprised someone like him would be curious about a murder scene.

He saw her, his blood red eyes narrowed, and he began to stomp away, shoving people aside as he went. Erza threw the handkerchief at the young soldier and took off after the iron Dragon Slayer. She caught Gajeel as he was crossing the bridge spanning the canal. Finally, he stopped and faced her with a dark look in his eyes.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

"I saw a crowd. Figured I'd see what was up. Nothing more than a dead body, how boring." He began to walk away, but Erza grabbed his shoulder.

"Why are you in this neighborhood anyway?"

"What, am I restricted to certain areas of Magnolia?" he snapped, yanking away from her. "I smelled something weird, so I came to check it out." His eyes shifted back to the crowd around the murder scene. "Do they know who did this?"

"An animal," she answered, watching him skeptically.

"Is that so?" he grumbled. "Just some stupid beast, huh? Good." Then Gajeel turned and stomped away quickly.

Erza watched him warily. What about any of this was possibly good?

End of Chapter 2

A/N: I found out Hiro Mashima's favorite manga is also one of my favorites, Berserk, which is filled with so much blood, gore and mindfuckery, I think Hiro-sensei would find a story like Beastly Possession to be fascinating, at the very least.
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