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Beastly Possession	By : Rhov Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 26740 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 3

Night of Love and Terror

Lucy had a piece of paper in front of her, tapping her finger against it. She was unsure if she should officially claim the job yet or not. Natsu was supposed to have returned from his mission with Happy that day, yet he was not back and it was getting late. She needed more money, but all of the job requests were too advanced for her alone.

"Are you taking it or not?" asked Mirajane as she wiped a glass.

Lucy sighed in disappointment and sank to the bar counter. "I guess not. I heard there was a forest fire up north. I have a feeling someone may be in a lot of trouble," she grumbled, knowing her teammate too well. "I just hope this job is still around when he gets back. It sounds really good, and the money is great."

"Please put it back on the board, then," the bartender smiled in a good-natured way. With a sigh, Lucy tacked it back up, sat down with her drink, pulled out her story, and began to write.

Fairy Tail was busy but not as rambunctious today. There were fewer brawls, since Natsu was not there to fight Gray. The poor Ice-Make mage was doing his best to avoid Juvia, who followed him everywhere, even to the bathroom and waited right outside the door for him to exit. Elfman was teaching Romeo how to land a solid punch so he could fight "like a man." Peals of laughter came from where Macao was drinking with Wakaba, and whatever was said made Cana scream with indignation.

All of this swirled around Lucy as she focused on the words flowing effortlessly out from her hand and onto paper. She wondered briefly, where were Gajeel and Wendy? Levy was there, and so was Pantherlily, so Gajeel could not be on a mission. She saw Charle looking rather bored without either Wendy or the annoying blue male cat. Others were missing, too. Lisanna had not come to the guild hall in a few days. Erza left much earlier on an errand from Makarov. It was weird that Nab was not by the board like usual. The Thunder God Tribe were gone, but so was Laxus, so she guessed the four of them were off on a mission or training. No wonder it seemed quieter.

After a couple hours, Lucy flamboyantly dotted the last period on her page and smiled to herself. This latest chapter was solid gold thanks to the nightmare she had earlier that week. Adding a stalking beast to her story put just the right amount of tension for her characters. She tapped all of her pages together, tucked them into her bag, slurped her straw to suck up the last of her drink, and finally rose to go.

"Oh, Lucy," Mirajane called out, and the white-haired bartender bustled over to her. "If you're heading home, you might want to take someone along with you. There were a couple of murders earlier today."

"Murders?" Lucy gasped. "In Magnolia?"

"Yes, rather brutal from what I've heard. One was a beheading, some woman in a love hotel. The army is claiming that the other person was killed by a wild animal. Maybe you should take Gray with you," she smirked with a wink.

"Uh, no thanks," she smiled tensely. She could already feel Juvia's eyes burning into her back. "I should be fine against a wild animal. I'm a Fairy Tail mage, after all! But just to be safe, I'll call out one of my Spirits. Thanks for the warning."

"Okay, be safe." The white-haired mage smiled happily as she waved goodnight.

Lucy had to chuckle at Mirajane's protective, motherly nature. After some of the beasts and fiends she had fought off, some petty killer or wild animal would be no match. Still, as she faced the dark city, Lucy felt a little shiver.

"Guess it wouldn't hurt to have an escort." She pulled out her Spirit Keys. "Open the Gate of the Lion! Leo!"

Loke appeared in a gleam of golden light and immediately picked up her hand to kiss it. "Good evening, dear. May I have the pleasure of walking you home?"

She yanked her hand away from his lips. "Jeez, you can't go one minute without flirting! I'll let you know, I'm only asking this to appease Mira."

"Then I owe her thanks for having the chance to see my gorgeous master again," Loke smiled as he chivalrously held his arm out for her. "Shall we take a stroll, my dear?"

She sighed in annoyance at Loke's flirtatious nature, yet she felt a slight blush warm her cheeks as she wrapped her arm around his. He gallantly led her through the streets of Magnolia like a king escorting his queen.

She hated to admit that it felt good to take a night stroll with a handsome man. She liked the looks people gave them, older couples smiling as they remembered the joys of young love, young single women glaring in jealousy, and young men sighing in disappointment that such a lovely lady was taken. Of course, she would never consider falling in love with one of her Celestial Spirits. It broke all protocols! That did not mean that Loke's prince-like charm had no affect on her … and she hated it.

"Have you eaten?" the Lion asked as they passed a street lined with cafés.

"Not really, but I'm short on money."

"My treat. There's a place I know, and the owner owes me a free meal. The night is young, and you're far too beautiful to spend it indoors."

Pouting at his compliment, yet still blushing from it, she followed him to a little hole-in-the-wall restaurant. She rarely ate at places like this, yet the food was amazing. Loke encouraged her to take advantage of the free meal. Soup, salad, bread basket with garlic dip, the main meal, and then they decided to split a tiramisu. Lucy could hardly help but eat a lot. She had been dining cheaply for weeks, and she missed the feel of a full stomach. Loke kept the wineglass filled and kept up a pleasant conversation with her.

"Our last mission was easy," she chatted brightly, sipping more wine. "I only needed to use Pyxis when Natsu got us lost."

Loke laughed at that. "I figured that boy's nose was as good as a bloodhound. Maybe he had a cold that day."

"Maybe so. He's been sick, I guess. How about you?" she smiled, leaning on her hand with her elbow on the table as the wine made her warm and sleepy. Loke was starting to look really handsome through the pink glaze of too much pinot noir.

"Not a lot going on in the Spirit World," he admitted. "Oh! There was a bit of a love scandal earlier. Sagittarius and Monoceros."

"The Unicorn?" she gawked. "Oh, you have got to tell me all the details!"

They talked more, catching up, reminiscing on sweet memories, and some cheesy flirtations which Lucy brushed aside with practice. As she savored her tiramisu, Loke swirled his wineglass delicately between his fingers. He took a sip, and Lucy lazily watched how his adam's apple worked with each swallow. She wanted to nibble that slender throat! She blinked hard, shook her head against the crazy fantasies her mind was inventing, and tried to look at anything else. Her eyes locked on his hand instead, the rings he wore, and how they gleamed in the candlelight. However, her mind began thinking about how gentle yet firm those fingers were, how they might feel gliding against her skin. She blinked hard again, banishing the drunken thoughts.

"Too much wine," she realized softly, and she pushed the stemmed glass away to fight the temptation to just keep drinking.

"Are you feeling flushed?" Loke asked in worry. "You've been blushing all night, but I thought that was just me."

"Oh, shut up," she chuckled. She stood up, but the full effect of the wine suddenly hit her. She thought for certain she would fall over, but strong arms swiftly caught her. Loke held her as she found her footing. "How embarrassing," she muttered, knowing people in the restaurant must have seen her stumble.

"I'll walk you home," Loke offered softly.

The way he guided her made him look merely possessive, not that such a young woman was totally drunk. She was thankful for such attentiveness. Loke kept her walking straight as he guided her through the dark streets all the way to her apartment. She only stumbled twice, and he was quick to catch her every time.

Finally, she was home, and just in time. The alcohol was making her giddy and thinking crazy things, like trying to sing one of Lyra's songs. Lucy thought her voice sounded damn good, but Loke winced. She unlocked her front door and left it open. Loke took it as an invitation and followed her in with a smirk. She kicked her shoes off, threw her bag into a corner, turned around to Loke, and grabbed him around the waist. She pressed him against the door so hard, it slammed shut and rattled the walls.

"Whoa, Lucy! What … ? Are you really this drunk?" Loke asked in shock.

"Drunk?" she hummed as her head swam. "Maaaaybe." She felt wild and free, completely uninhibited. She loved this feeling!

Loke laughed uncomfortably when she ground her hips against his crotch. "Now Lucy, you've had a lot to drink," he warned. "You don't want to do this."

"How do you know?" she challenged.

Loke rolled his eyes a little. "Because if you did, I would have won you over years ago."

She grabbed his cheeks and planted a kiss right on him. Loke's eyes went wide in shock. "Let's do it," she growled, then giggled, thinking her sexy voice was funny.

"Whoa, okay … you are really drunk." Loke gently eased her off of him. "Now, if you were sober and said those words to me, I'd be naked faster than Gray, but how you are, for how much it pains me, I'm gonna have to say no."

"Ya scared of me?" she teased, still trying to pull on his clothes, yet Loke nimbly kept her fingers away.

"You're drunk and won't remember anything, and if we were to do that, I'd want you to remember every single erotic detail."

"Aww," she pouted and moved away. "Yer no fun."

"Oh, I can be very fun," he smirked. "I just don't screw drunk women. I have a bit more pride than to do that. No, what you need right now is a big glass of water and some sleep. I'm happy you had fun, though," he grinned. "I like treating you to a nice night."

"We should do it again," she slurred as she yanked off her shirt, showing a white bra with pink lace trim underneath. Loke shook his head and guided her to the bedroom before more clothes went away. "S'was fun, you 'n' me, night on th' town. I wan' anudder date with ya."

"I'll take you up on that. Next week, Friday night, six o'clock, call me out or I'm coming out on my own."

She stumbled a little as she pulled her skirt off, removed her bra, and slid into bed wearing only her underwear.

"Cute," Loke chuckled when he saw the little neko printed on her panties. "Kawaii Kitty brand."

"Kitty on mah pussy," Lucy mumbled, not even aware of what she was saying anymore.

Loke sighed and tucked the covers up. "You'll be hurting in the morning. Good night, princess," he whispered, and gave her a peck on the forehead.

"Kiss me," she mumbled, her lips barely moving to say the words. Her eyes opened into slits as she looked at him. "Kiss my lips," she whispered. "That's an order."

Loke smiled to hear her demand something like that, and he leaned over to give her a kiss. As soon as his mouth was against hers, Lucy grabbed around his head, yanked him down, opened her mouth, and thrust her tongue out. Although shocked, Loke smiled and licked through her teeth. He tasted the flavor that was uniquely hers mixed with the sweetness of the wine that had loosened her inhibitions so much. Their tongues clashed and twirled together, making Lucy hum sensually. Her low groans triggered Loke's instincts, and he slowly climbed on top of her, holding her wrists down gently. Her leg hitched over his hips, tugging his lower body down closer.

Before he truly lost control, Loke pushed himself up and off of her. His arms locked straight, and he watched her sultry face. "Oh, you really are a naughty girl," he chuckled. "So, what does my drunken master want with her little Lion?"

"Fucked hard," she growled wildly.

"Now, that I won't do. You should be able to enjoy your first time, and with this much alcohol down you, we'll be lucky if you even remember kissing me. So let me leave you with this."

He leaned down and sucked hard on her neck. Lucy trembled under him and grabbed Loke's shoulders to pull him down tighter. Instead, he rose up and inspected his little love bruise.

"That should help you remember not to get drunk around handsome men and throw yourself at them when you're helpless. A lesser man would have taken advantage of your condition. You're lucky I'm such a gentleman." He slid off the bed and tucked her blanket back up. "Pleasant dreams, my sweet master." With a tender smile, Loke faded away.

Lucy fell asleep almost instantly, slipping into unconsciousness like a scuba diver sliding backward out of a boat, then the cold splash head-down into the murky waters of dreamland.

In her dreams, she was again being chased by a dragon. It was a terrifying feeling. She could hardly help but remember the terror on Tenrou Island, when she and her friends faced Acnologia. That must have been one of the most frightening moments of her life, but she had her friends there.

In her dream, though, she was all alone, and the dragon was hungry. She could hear its growl, feel the heat of its breath, and smell the sulfur of flames. Yet as she ran in her dream, it felt like she was going nowhere. She could never run quick enough. She wished someone would show up, a shining knight on a white horse to slay the dragon and take her home to his castle.

No such luck in this nightmare!

She tossed and turned until her stomach hurt. She felt like there was a heavy weight on her.

Suddenly, she woke up and opened her eyes to see a black shadow on top of her, crushing her torso. Heavy breathing hissed out of a mouth filled with teeth, and a tongue slithered out, licking her bare stomach. She screamed, and two glowing red eyes opened.

"Get off!" she shrieked. Lucy struggled to crawl away, but she was pinned down. She slapped angrily at the intruder, but then she heard a growl. Suddenly, two wings unfurled, and Lucy's skin went cold. "The beast," she gasped, recalling the creature who had been in her window.

It has to be a dream! Please, let it be a dream!

Yet somehow she knew, this time the beast was real. She heard a low hiss and felt hot air on her body.

"Want," came an animalistic growl. A tongue licked down her throat to her breasts.

Lucy was horrified to realize she had fallen asleep almost naked. "No, get off! Go away! Shoo!"

She tried to push the creature away, but it was heavy. She grabbed its arms, hoping to get enough leverage to flip it off the bed. She felt sinewy bulges at the biceps. The creature was probably a little taller than her, and if those massive muscles were any indication, it was much stronger. She realized with a stab of terror that this beast had easily overpowered her.

"Help!" she shrieked as loudly as possible. Someone had to hear her: her neighbors, the landlady, someone taking a midnight stroll … anyone!

A finger suddenly shoved into her mouth. It made her want to vomit, except she realized the beast's sharpened nail was only a few millimeters away from piercing her. She gagged when she felt the claw scratch the back of her throat. The beast above her hissed in a hush sound, and in the darkness she saw sharp, gleaming teeth grinning at her. She gurgled, but that claw threatened to slice the inside of her throat. A wrong move and she would choke on her own blood.

The beast's tongue began to lick circles around Lucy's nipples, making her cringe away with disgust. She gagged on the finger, but if she moved too much the beast would easily kill her. She stared hard trying to see the face, but the darkness was too complete. There were no stars or moon out that night. Only a very distant streetlight showed the black silhouette.

Then the tongue went lowered down, slithering over her stomach until it slipped between her legs. Lucy yanked, but she could not close her legs with the beast's body settled between her knees. When she tried to yell, the claw pressed deeper into her mouth, stabbing the back of her throat. She felt blood trickling down and began to choke on it.

One hand ripped away her panties, and the tongue languished around her, lapping at her. Lucy flushed in disgust that the actions were making her so moist. How could something so despicable feel so good? She hated it! She felt herself dripping and shut her eyes, wishing she could force herself not to feel the licks. She began to cry in helplessness.

The beast removed the jabbing gag, and Lucy coughed out blood. Both hands grabbed her breasts painfully hard. Although the sharp claws threatened to slice into her tender skin, Lucy used the opportunity to make a grab for her Spirit Keys. A hand went up quickly and snatched one of her arms while the beast's tail wrapped around the other, squeezing so hard she felt a bone snap in her wrist. Lucy screamed in pain.

"Bad," came a hissed warning.

"Help!" she cried. "Help me! Natsu!"

There was a spitting roar, then a claw swiped across her stomach and sliced her skin. Lucy screamed at the tearing pain. She felt hot liquid dripping down her torso and smelled blood. The beast moved down, licking the blood pouring out quickly. She felt his tongue dip painfully into the fresh gashes. She heard it lapping and swallowing her blood in thick gulps as her body went cold.

The beast hummed in satisfaction. "Taste good," it growled.

Lucy felt cold and clammy, her breathing was coming rapid but shallow, and she felt dizzy and numb. She knew she was experiencing the effects of shock. If she kept bleeding at this rate, she would be dead in minutes, yet she could not think clearly enough to know what she could do. She tried to reach her keyring again, but her hands were trapped. Then, to her horror, she felt the creature thrust up against her.

"No!" she shrieked in terror. "Oh God, no! Someone, help me!" She sobbed as she struggled to fight the beast. Thrashing her hips back and forth to shake off its attempts to pierce her made the clawed gashes to her stomach hurt even worse, but at that point she would have rather died than let this beast take her. "Natsu! Gray! Please, someone!"

"Mine!" the beast growled. It grabbed her breast with its mouth, and sharp teeth sank through her tender skin.

"Nooooo," she screamed in pain while the beast let out a growl of pleasure. One of the hind legs tried to spread her thighs apart further, and she felt the sharp back claw tear across her leg, ripping deep gouges in her thigh muscles. "Arrrgh!" she howled in agony, but still she struggled against it. "Help! Anyone! Loke, please help me! Loke!" She wished with all of her might that her voice might reach him in the Spirit World.

She saw a flash of gold, the claws released her, and the pressure went off of her body. Lucy saw two glowing fists in the darkness and heard a roar of fury. Her vision was blurred with agony, but she felt at ease. Loke had come, and she trusted him to fight away the beast.

While he punched the winged creature, Lucy curled up. The slash to her stomach was deep and bleeding too quickly. She knew she had to put pressure on it or she would die. And she hurt. She hurt so bad! She began to cry in belated terror. Although the sobs made her stomach jolt with agony, she could not stop.

The ruckus around her suddenly ended, and Lucy heard the leathery sound of flapping wings. She saw her loyal Lion silhouetted against the window, staring out at the dark sky and the speck of black getting away.

"Loke," she called weakly. "Help."

Instead of pursuing, he rushed back to her, turned on a light, and gasped at what he saw. Lucy's bed was covered in blood. She laid naked, bruised, and bloodied. Her leg had three massive gashes torn through skin and muscle, all the way to the white bone. One breast had puncture wounds from the beast's sharp teeth that bled freely. Her stomach was sliced open to the point where he saw the grayish-pink color of intestines mixed within an orange padding of bloody fat.

"Oh my God," he whispered, wanting to cry as he saw his beloved master so brutally beaten. "Oh God, oh God! I'm so sorry I didn't come sooner. Oh, Lucy! You…" A bit of rationality returned to his numbed mind. He struggled to shove aside the shock and anger. "Pressure. Put pressure on the wounds." He scrambled to find something to wrap the gushing blood coming from her thigh. By the way it spurted, he knew she must have a severed artery. He settled for the belt of her housecoat and tied it as tight as he dared to make a tourniquet. Instantly, the silk cloth was soaked red.

"L-Loke," she shivered, struggling to stay awake, fearing that if she closed her eyes, he might disappear on her forever. Her breathing was coming fast but not deep enough. Her whole face buzzed with numbness, making her tongue and lips feel too fat to speak clearly. "Sorry."

"Don't talk," he whispered. He shoved a pillow at her stomach. She howled in pain. "I know it hurts, but we have to put pressure on it." He looked as her face drained its color quickly. A thousand cuss words came to his mind, yet shouting and swearing would do nothing to save her life. "You need a hospital fast. This may hurt. Just hold on, Lucy. Try to stay awake, and don't you dare give up on me."

He wrapped her up in blankets, had her hold the pillow to her stomach to put some pressure on, and yanked her up into his arms. He leaped out her window and raced through the night. Never had he run so quickly. That night, he was more like a cheetah than a lion, driven on by rage and desperation.

"Lucy? Lucy, are you still with me?" When she did not answer, he glanced down. Her lips were pasty white, and her head lolled limply against his chest. He could not even tell if she was breathing anymore. "Don't die on me," he begged.

It was like running in a nightmare, seemingly going slow, whereas in actuality perhaps only a few minutes passed. At last, he got to Magnolia Hospital and brought her to the nurse on duty for the night.

"Please, help her!" he screamed.

The nurse saw the amount of blood soaking the blanket and the young woman already unconscious. She quickly got to work calling in doctors. Lucy was taken from Loke's arms, placed on a wheeled bed, and rushed into emergency surgery. All Loke could do was stand in the hallway outside the operating room, his suit covered in blood, a slash on his chest that already healed, and sadness in his heart for his beloved master.

After what felt like hours, the nurse came out and saw him waiting anxiously. "Are you her husband?"

Normally, Loke would have been thrilled to be called that, but right then he was too filled with terror. "A friend. I fought off the thing that attacked her and brought her here."

"Did you happen to see what it was?"

Loke shook his head, looking at the operating room door in hopes that they might open so he could see even just a glimpse of Lucy again. "It was too dark. It had claws and wings. A tail, too. I can't describe more than that. It flew away."

"I see," the nurse pouted. "Your friend is hurt badly. We've stopped the bleeding, and we're trying to transfuse enough blood back into her to keep her stabilized. She's going through surgery now. We'll know more come morning, but it seems she'll recover."

Loke loosened up with the good news.

"There was a similar attack yesterday night. The wounds on the victim's body match the slices on her stomach and leg. Does she have family?" the nurse asked, and Loke shook his head. "I noticed the Fairy Tail guild mark. Without family, that means Master Makarov is the closest thing to a guardian. Can you fetch him, please?"

Loke had something to do now, and he clutched at the duty in desperation. "Right. Makarov should be told. Yes. And her teammates. They're like family." He turned to leave, but he looked back again. "That creature, when I arrived, it was … to her … trying to … hurt her…" He knew that sounded foolish. Of course it had hurt her! Still, he hoped the nurse would understand what he meant without him having to say it out loud.

"I see," the nurse pouted in sympathy. "It's definitely not something a normal wild animal would do. If you don't mind, after you get Makarov, I'd like you to stay here until the investigators arrive. Since she won't be waking up for a while, any details you can give might help them track down whatever did this."

He nodded, distracted by too many thoughts and the incessant sounds replaying in his head of Lucy's screams and shivering, weak cries for help.

The nurse put a hand on his arm, jolting him out of his thoughts. "You did well, sir. You saved your friend's life. It's a good thing you got to her before it was too late."

"No," Loke sighed. "I had already arrived too late. This never should have happened to someone like her." He turned and slowly left the hospital.

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