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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: Hiro Mashima has inspired me for such a long time with an amazing story like "Fairy Tail." I feel unworthy with my OC, Balaur Blackstone, the Earth Dragon Slayer.

Chapter 33

Blackstone
I don't remember Terracia. Only impressions. She was large, beautiful, like a mountain of gems. I remember a soft, warm voice and the gleam of her solid black eyes. Not much else.
By the time I was old enough to have clear memories, I was living with the Piatra family. I guess I had the name Balaur Blackstone already when they found me, or maybe they called me that since my dark skin, brown eyes, and black hair were so different from their fair-faced freckles and red hair. I know my first name is after a local legend, a dragon called the balaur, whose saliva can create precious gems. It's nice to think that Terracia probably named me that.
That's actually one of my abilities. Give me the right ingredients, and I can create gems. The Piatras could have become the wealthiest people in Bosco with my ability, but they didn't bother. Maybe they just didn't dream to that level. I made a few diamonds for them, but they kept my gem-making ability secret. I know my adopted parents were worried about what I could do, the fact that I was a mage, and not a normal one.
I don't know why they kept me around. Okay, so probably it was for the gems. That's a good reason to keep a kid who is obviously not part of the family, and who has the problem of causing earthquakes when throwing a tantrum. I admit, I was a destructive little brat. I think they had to rebuild the house five times before I was fourteen.
That's when it all went to hell.
My adopted parents were...less than kind. I was a mouth to feed, although it was my gems that bought the groceries. My adopted father was able to retire early and got drunk a lot. My adopted mother...well, I don't know what she did during the day. Maybe I don't want to know. That left me and Smaralda alone.
Smaralda was the closest thing I had to a real family. I thought she was a goddess. Like the meaning of her name, her eyes were like emeralds, but her hair was rubies. She was my diamond, the one person who shined in a dismal world of mud and clay. Even though we were raised as brother and sister, I loved her a bit more than a brother should.
I was just beginning to realize these feelings were not brotherly love when that day happened.
I don't even remember it. I woke up outside of the house. It was night, I was in torn clothes, and our house...
Our house was gone. The earth had opened up and swallowed it.
Smaralda said it was an earthquake, and it happened so fast, our parents couldn't get out. She said she managed to drag me out of the house after a beam fell and hit my head. I had a massive lump on my skull, so I believed her. Sure, maybe I caused small quakes as a kid, but the only magic I knew was Earth Dragon's Roar, how to draw up water from underground springs, and how to make gems. Tremors were things I caused unconsciously, and only when mad. There was no way I could create an earthquake of that magnitude, and surely not in my sleep.
I know better now. That was the work of the beast inside me. My sister was covering for me. She lied to the entire village, and to authorities who had to come and help dig out my parents' bodies. She protect me as her little brother. I realize now, she probably witnessed the whole thing. My biggest fear is...what did I do to her that first time?
If I was just discovering my love for Smaralda, did I...hurt her?
However, for three months, I believed it was an earthquake, nothing more. I had no memory of the shaking, and I had no one else's word to go by but that of my beloved sister, who had never lied to me before. I grieved for the couple who had adopted me, and I made their tombstones out of marble I created with my magic. I used my gems to get a place in the village. Smaralda and I lived together. Since we were usually alone at home, actually living together like that made me really fall in love with her.
I find that irony to be sickening now, considering I murdered her parents, stole her home, and probably hurt her. If something more did happen, she didn't hint about it. Thinking back, I wonder how she even managed to smile at me in the morning.
We lived well; she found work, and I kept up with school. A summer passed in peace. It was honestly the best time of my life. No drunken father, no weird-smelling smoky mother, no demands for gems, no farmwork. For her seventeenth birthday, I made Smaralda a jade statue of a dragon. She got mad and told me not to use my magic for any reason. I thought she was just afraid of what the villagers might do if they knew I could do more than draw up well water. I realize now, she was probably terrified that I would turn into that thing again.
It was pure coincidence that the murders began at the same time as our village got news of a dark guild who terrorized a nearby town. Our neighbor, a portly but friendly banker, died horrifically on his way home from the tavern. Most just vanished and were never found again. Ten total died or vanished, but our village thought the deaths were the fault of the dark guild. We sent out a plea, but Bosco isn't like Fiore. Our mage guilds are much more greedy. We could not come up with the money. So I revealed to the village leader my hidden ability. I took the coal and other ingredients I would need, and I created a massive diamond that no magic guild would turn down.
They probably would have come, too. Except by then, it was too late.
The dark guild attacked and swept through viciously. They killed a third of the village and stole the diamond I had made. With it, they apparently paid off the right people, so that no one would come to our rescue. Money has corrupted the mages and government of Bosco.
I knew I could fight. I was the only person in our village with magic. Smaralda pleaded with me not to go, but I left anyway. It must have been truly hilarious, a fourteen-year-old child marching out alone to face a hundred seasoned dark mages. Still, I declared with pride:
"I am the son of Terracia, the Earth Dragon Slayer, Balaur Blackstone. Leave our village, or you will suffer the wrath of a dragon."
Yep, must've been damn hilarious. They laughed, and they sent their smallest warrior. Maybe I'm not as strong as the dragon slayers of Fiore, but my breath attack took out the wimp they sent, along with a few dozen others, all in one roar. I guess they decided to take me seriously after all, because they charged at me all at once, a wave of weapons and magic spells, all aimed at me.
I fought, and I fought hard. I had never really had to fight for real before. There was no plan or strategy besides "hurt them lots."
I blacked out surrounded by enemies, realizing I would probably die, but hoping I could take out enough of them so the village could defend itself against the rest. So long as Smaralda was safe. So long as I saved her...
I woke up covered in blood, the village a ruin, bodies of both mages and villagers scattered everywhere, and under me...
Smaralda. My sister. The girl I loved.
There was no doubt about it. I had hurt her. Still, she was crying and stroking my face, trying to call me back, instantly forgiving me even as I could feel what I had done to her.
I fled. In the whole world, Smaralda was the one person I wanted to protect, but instead...
Instead...
I ran as far as I could. Over time, I began to realize I was changing. A week later, I remained conscious through a transformation and saw the wings and tail for myself. I had no clue what was happening to me. There was no one in Bosco to help me, so I began to head west. If I could get to Fiore, to the famed dragon slayers of Sabertooth and Fairy Tail, then maybe they would know what was going on and help me.
Instead, I met him.
I remember only a little about Terracia, but I knew the creature I stumbled upon was a real dragon, dark and terrifying. One glance told me that this was a creature that saw me as nothing more than a bug. I might have been raised to be a dragon slayer, but when I saw this mighty beast for myself, I realized that I was nothing in his eyes.
So it surprised me when he spoke. It was like a god had opened his mouth and deemed an ant worthy of a whole mantra. He called me "Seed of Terracia." He spoke of my dragon mother as if he personally knew her. He told me his name.
Acnologia.
He said he was once like me, a dragon slayer who learned how to become a dragon. He assured me, there was nothing to fear. I should be honored that Terracia deemed me worthy of hosting her seed, and that if I continued with the transformation, I would one day be able to meet my mother. I wanted that...so much. I might not remember her, but I wanted to see her, to look into her glittering onyx eyes again...
And to kill her for abandoning me.
That was the beast's desire. I don't think it was mine originally, but soon I wasn't sure which desires were mine and which were his. Maybe I used to love her. Maybe I had always hated her. Maybe both. I couldn't tell anymore.
Acnologia did not stay around for long. Like Terracia, he just suddenly vanished one day, leaving me to figure out things for myself. Still, he left an impression on me. I could become a dragon! How cool is that?
I also got the feeling he had taught my inner beast some attacks. I didn't recall any time as a beast, but sometimes I would wake up to see food I had killed. It was small things at first: chickens, sheep, once a cow. Then one day I woke up and saw the carcass of a massive gorian. Apparently, I had eaten the ape-like creature. I wasn't hungry at all that day. Nor the next.
I learned to ignore waking up with blood on my hands. Naively, I told myself that I was just hunting animals.
That is, until I reached Thornville. I woke up, and I was in a town. I thought it was weird, and I tried to leave. The next day, I was back in town. I really didn't want to be there, yet every day I tried to leave, and by the next time I was conscious, I was back in town. Out in the wild, I had no idea how long I was unconscious. Days could flow together, and not much changed around me. In a town, though, I realized that I was not unconscious for a few hours as I had assumed, but for days at a time. I felt potently that I had far less control than I thought I did. I began looking for newspapers to see what the day was.
And that was when I read about the murders.
I vomited when I read the article. The authorities thought it was a wild animal. I knew it must have been the beast inside me. In that form, I was killing people.
Not just killing. Eating!
I became terrified of transforming. I began to seriously try and prevent myself. I fought the beast inside, but it always won over. I was unconscious for days, and then I would see newspapers filled with stories of the murders. I saw the townspeople around me getting scared. I tried again to run away, and the beast stopped me that time.
It was the first time I heard its actual voice coming up from my own throat.
"Slayer too weak. Go to sleep."
When I woke up, I was standing in the midst of a bloodbath. The whole town had been slaughtered, every living thing killed, including children, animals, pets...everything. Some looked like quick kills left with only a single fatal wound, some were gruesomely tortured and left to bleed slowly, others were hollowed out carcasses with their partially eaten guts scattered all around them.
I wanted to kill myself, but the beast wouldn't let me. Every time I became conscious, I sought for a way to die, to end this horror, but the beast just took over again. I no longer wanted to be a dragon if dragons did this to humans.
I recalled one thing I had learned from Acnologia. I had asked him, "If dragon slayers change into dragons, why are the Fiore dragon slayers still human?" He told me there were some dragons in the past who opposed the birth of new dragons from seeded humans. These rebellious dragons had taught the seeded children how to stop the change. He made it sound like a horrible thing, crushing out the precious seed within them, a travesty to all of dragonkind.
However, as I began to fear what I was becoming, I sought out those dragon slayers. I headed to Sabertooth first. I got as far as the town of Whistling, and then...I don't know how long I was unconscious; probably over a month. I woke up to another blood-soaked town, everyone slaughtered. It was like the beast let me wake up only to gloat about his work, the wholesale slaughter of an entire town.
I heard that the Twin Dragons of Sabertooth were hunting some "beast." I knew that was me. Although I wanted to be caught, I also desired to live. Even far away in Bosco, those two were notorious for being sadistic against their enemies. I hoped Fairy Tail might be more understanding, so I headed to Magnolia.
I guess my inner beast agreed with me to head to Magnolia, although I came to comprehend that its reasons were not to seek help, but to find a dragon slayer, kill him, and complete the transformation into a dragon. Part of me hoped that maybe that would calm down the wild side. Maybe we would blend, and I could tame the murderous beast inside. I was able to "talk" to the beast a bit more while staying in Magnolia. I regained only moments of lucidity. I knew I was killing people, but I couldn't bring myself to care anymore. I just wanted to enjoy the few moments of peace and consciousness I could get. I had grieved my sins plenty of times already over that year of horror and fear.
Then I saw that girl. I had saved her from rapists, I guess. It was one good thing I did in the midst of so much evil. I wanted to die a good person. The Fairy Tail mages came, but...well, I guess not all of their dragon slayers had gone through that ceremony that stopped their feral side from taking over. That was immensely disappointing. Even angering! I had hoped to be stopped, but they let the beast get away, and I knew I probably was still murdering people. I hated that. I hated them. I hated myself.
I wanted it all to end. I wanted this town to vanish, and myself with it. I lost hope. If I vanished into nothingness, and a newborn dragon was left behind, at least that would be the end of my mental suffering. At least that was something else, not me, not my sins. It would not be the sins of a human.
Then another girl stepped into my life. She called my name and yanked me out of the sinking darkness. She glowed like a golden angel, and she seemed so familiar. Her eyes...her smell...
She smelled like Smaralda. She had different color of eyes, but they shined like my sister's.
I could see I had injured her badly, but if I could save her, hold myself back, just a little...if I could protect her, unlike how I had lost control with Smaralda...
I'm too weak now. The beast is always there, clawing to break out again.
The beast truly is sadistic. It let me see what it was doing to her. All I could do was imagine that this must have been how Smaralda had suffered. I—no, the beast within me—had assaulted my sister, the one girl I loved and wanted to protect. I wanted to save this blonde lady, and the beast was torturing me by sharing the experience, keeping me awake but locked away, able to watch but unable to stop my own body.
I can hear her, see her, feel her...oh God, I can taste her! I can't move on my own. I can't stop my hands. I can't control my body anymore. I don't want to hurt her, but I don't have any way to control the beast. I can't stop him, no matter how desperately I want to.
I couldn't protect Smaralda, and I can't protect this lady.
No! No, I don't want to hurt her!
Someone stop me, please.
I can't control my body.
I don't want to watch.
Make it stop.
I want to die.
Kill me.
Fire Dragon Slayer... Natsu Dragneel... Kill me. Please! Make it stop!

"As the son of the Flame Dragon King, Igneel,

I banish you from the path of dragons

and bring you back to the path of humanity.

May your sins as a feral be purged."

Balaur opened his golden-brown eyes and blinked at the brightness surrounding him. It was pure white all around and utterly silent.
"Am I dead?" he asked.
"Not yet, but you were close."
He saw a man with pink hair suddenly standing beside him. He wore all white, with a white scarf wrapped around his neck. His eyes shined down at him, green and peaceful. To Balaur, he looked angelic.
"Who are you?"
"Natsu Dragneel, son of Igneel, the Flame Dragon King."
"You're a dragon...prince?"
Natsu laughed lightly and scratched the back of his head. "I guess you could call me that."
Balaur looked at his blank surroundings and whispered, "Where are we?"
The pink-haired man glanced around at the solid whiteness. "I'm not sure, honestly. Somewhere inside your head, is my guess."
"Inside...my head?"
"Yep. So! We've been fighting this whole time, but I still don't know your name."
"Huh? Fighting?"
"Well, your feral is fighting my feral."
"Oh." Balaur's head dropped. "Sorry about him. I don't have control."
"We're working on that."
He glanced up in confusion and asked, "We?"
"Me and my feral. I think that's why we're here. So, what's your name, kid?"
"Oh! Uh, I'm Balaur Blackstone, son of the Earth Dragon Terracia."
"Nice to meet you, Balaur. Do you like the idea of being a dragon?"
Balaur shuddered slightly. "Not anymore. Not if I don't have control."
"I know how you feel," Natsu said sympathetically. "I hate losing control to that beast. He's a real pain in the ass."
Balaur laughed at that. Somehow, talking to someone who understood him, who had gone through the same things he did, made him feel better. "I'd really like to know how to get rid of my beast."
"Like I said, we're working on it. So, would you prefer being a normal human?"
Balaur's brow creased. "I prefer being a dragon slayer. That's what Terracia wanted of me, and even if I can't remember her well, she's still my mother. However, I'm a human. If Acnologia is right, if Terracia planned to have me become anything other than a human...I don't want that. Even if that was her goal, even if I was nothing more than...than fertilizer for this seed inside me, still! This is my life and my body," he declared firmly. He looked down at his hands, then his pale brown eyes turned up to Natsu. "I want to be human. I want to learn how to become a real dragon slayer...like you."
Natsu smiled amiably. "That's good to know." He stuck his hand out. "How about I teach you?"
Balaur looked at the offered hand. Slowly, he reached out his own hand and grasped Natsu's warm fingers. The Fire Dragon Slayer suddenly yanked him closer.

Balaur gasped as if breathing for the first time in his life. His eyes opened to a blue sky dotted with puffs of clouds. It looked so close, and so immensely far away.
Then slanted green eyes leaned over and gazed at him, filling his vision with pink hair. "Are you awake?"
"Y-yeah," he said unsteadily. It was his voice. His own! Not that cursed creature. Balaur looked over at the young man. "Natsu...Dragneel?"
He grinned broadly. "Welcome back."
"You..." Balaur looked over his body, the cerise hair, those sage-green eyes, and the bright red Fairy Tail mark on Natsu's upper arm. Only now, instead of a mystical apparition all in white, Natsu's clothes had torn to shreds until nothing but the scarf remained to cover his bruised and bleeding body. "You were a dragon. I saw it! How are you human now?"
"Easy," Natsu said with a blithe shrug. "I choose to be human, just like you made your choice. Now, here we are."
"But you could have been a dragon. You were so much stronger; I could sense it. Don't you want that?"
Natsu smiled lightly and shook his head. "It's nice to be strong, but strength is only good if you can protect your loved ones. Right now, there's someone I love, and I can't be with her if I'm like that. So even if I'm not as strong, if I'm like this," he said, stretching out his arms, "then I can hold her and protect her, and that's more important to me than strength. She's more important. How about you? Is the beast gone?"
Balaur realized there was no more voice in his head, no beast clawing to get out. He felt whole for the first time in a year. "He's...gone. I don't even sense him. Or...or I sort of do, but not like before." Balaur's eyes tensed up, and he looked to Natsu with a sense of panic. "Did you crush him?" Although he hated his feral side, Balaur remembered the beast's desire for freedom and the fear of being crushed. He almost felt bad for the beast.
"He's not crushed. What I did for you was welding you and him together. To be honest," Natsu grinned, "my way is better than that damn ceremony they keep talking about. It should leave you stronger. His strength is still in you, you may even hear his voice if you really get emotional, but he won't control your body ever again."
"Th-thank you!" Suddenly, Balaur laughed at the buoyant feeling of freedom and stared up at the sky. "It's so blue," he whispered in awe.
Natsu glanced upward. "Yeah, the sky looks best after you've been staring at the dark ground for so long."
"It's like I was buried, a seed in the soil, but now my leaves have broken through and I can feel the warm sun."
Natsu frowned at the simile. "Do you always talk in terms of seeds and soils?"
Balaur laughed softly, the first time in ages he felt like he could truly laugh at something. "Yeah, I guess I do," he admitted, chuckling happily. "Terracia always did. Terracia loved nature." Tears gathered in his brown eyes. "I want to find her, but not to kill her anymore." He looked up to Natsu, and a tear slipped down his cheek. "For the first time in my life, I want to find Terracia...and give her a big hug."
Natsu patted his black hair. "That's a good start."
"And you?" the boy asked, suddenly looking concerned. "You went feral to save me. You're not a dragon but...but I sense..."
Natsu put his finger to his smirking lips. "My beast and I worked it out."
"Natsu!" came a woman's cry.
Balaur lifted his head and saw Lucy being carried over the chasm by Happy. "The blonde lady from earlier. Is she safe?" he asked, truly worried.
"Of course she is," Natsu beamed proudly. "I would never let Lucy get hurt."
"I'm glad she's okay." Balaur collapsed back and stared at the clouds. "She really does smell like my sister."
Natsu glared down. "You stay away from Lucy!"
Balaur chuckled weakly and shook his head. "I can smell that she's been claimed by you."
"Damn right she is!"
Happy set Lucy down beside Natsu, and she wrapped her arms around the dragon slayer's neck. "Oh Natsu! I was so worried. Are you okay?"
He squeezed her and inhaled her scent. "I am now," he sighed happily.
She held his cheeks and looked at his face. "Just now, were you really a dragon?"
Natsu just smiled and stroked his fingers through her hair. "I'm me now. That's all that matters."
"But Natsu..."
"I'm fine, Lucy," he assured, and he tenderly kissed her forehead. "I told you I'd come back to you. But...I'll have to leave you again."
"What?" she cried out in dread. "Why?"
Natsu was already wobbling. "I'm totally ready to pass out."
Suddenly, he collapsed onto the ground beside Balaur, unconscious but smiling in victory.

End of Chapter 33

FANART:
"Bloody Feral Natsu" by the incredibly talented SrngDrng who is obsessed with making Beasty fanart, and I love her for it! - http://fav.me/d7jwtr3
"Natsu Trollface Poster", another by the talented SrngDrgn, or as I like to call it, "Say Nothing About...HURT!" - http://fav.me/d7jpwr4

- To go along with this poster, I did a voice-over of Beasty saying this line. - http://chirb.it/50Bq6m

- Which all started with this RP post in the "Feral Natsu" Tumblr page - http://feralnatsu.tumblr.com/post/86826157793/i-dont-need-to-be-saved
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