#not only the break up with lucy but LYING to west and gray?

[moderatelydelusional]

naturally my laptop dies right after the most TRAUMATIC scene thus far

i am… wow

i have so many thoughts… i need to go charge my laptop and process with some sad music

[lucygraysboy]

“looked like seven when you woke up, too,” he agrees with a chuckle but then begins to pout, clutching his side and rubbing the very spot she just poked. he would be lying if he said that he didn’t like it, though, engaging in this familiar, playful banter with his childhood sweetheart. it’s like coming home after a long day. she’s his safe haven, his favorite person. “no proof ‘cause you disposed of all evidence. smart,” he laughs, but deep down wonders if she’d had more before the show, if it’s a habit now — they play and then she gets drunk and goes home with strangers. he’s not one to judge, but he’s concerned about her safety. “you look so beautiful, that’s why they’re lookin’ at you. they’re tryin’ to figure out what this disney princess is doin’ in nashville,” he whispers, leaning closer to her ear with a smile. their fingers remain laced as he refuses to let go. “alright, i’ll only ride it occasionally.” seeing how worried she is about him, he feels all warm and fluttery inside because it must mean that she still cares very deeply for him. he doesn’t know how easy changing his lifestyle will be, but he’ll do his best to choose other forms of transportation, especially once she’s living with him. “horses are beautiful, but they can be dangerous, too. then again, i could be walkin’ down the street, slip on a puddle and break my neck. accidents happen.” traffic in new york city is so bad that having a motorcycle can be life-saving. “i know, lucy gray. you’re the sweetest person in the world.” she’s proven time and time again that money doesn’t matter. he could own nothing but the shirt on his back, heat up a TV dinner and she’d still be grateful. she deserves a lot more, though. and now that he finally can, he wants to give her the world. “ladies first,” he muses sweetly, letting lucy gray step off the elevator first, his finger still clinging onto hers for dear life. maybe it’s childish, but he likes the little reminder that it’s all happening for real, that there’s still room for reconciliation. 

“whoa, it really is.” his eyes flickering to the floor-to-ceiling windows, mesmerized by the world outside. still, his gaze quickly falls back to lucy gray, more interested in taking in her reaction than anything else. she’s way more beautiful than any city, and her childlike wonderment is so infectious, so heart-melting. “we have to stay for dessert ‘cause imagine how breathtakingly beautiful all the city lights must look from up here.” the size of the restaurant is impressive, the air filled with mouthwatering scents that make billy’s stomach growl in anticipation. “good evening, we have a reservation. william h. bonney. a table for two.” the host smiles politely at them, notes something down and leads them to their table, wishing them a lovely time. billy catches a glimpse of the high ceiling, lined with gold and ornately painted. there’s a large, modern bar off the side. they get seated near one of the windows facing the west side, which gives them the perfect view of the leisurely setting sun. billy thanks the host and pulls out a chair for lucy gray to sit on. “secret hang outs are our kind of thing, right?”

“my bad, it felt like seven when i first woke up.” grumpily retorting, deciding to jab him in his side with her pointer finger as they mosey on through the lobby, “no proof anyway.” on how many she downed. catching a few of the heavy stares weighing down on them, the songstress stares back and gives strangers a big friendly smile. something they probably didn’t expect. but like her mama always said, don’t meet people with weird stares back— surprise ‘em and you might just make their day smiling back. something most people in this world have forgotten to do. “that’s interestin’. my mama’s a chatterbox too, so maybe they’ll become friends from that.” a soft laugh sounds from her, pinky still clinging to his. “alright, i’ll show you some more pictures later.” when they wrap up their dinner… that’s currently making her empty belly growl even hungrier now that her mind thinks about all the food she’s getting ready to be able to choose from. “well, you can’t always be in control of that no matter how good you are at it, billy. it’s just— those things are more dangerous than bein’ on a horse, in a car, in a plane. maybe don’t ride it very often.” she still worries, hating the idea of it— feeling scared something bad could happen to him when she’s seen too many motorcycle fatalities. “alrighty, then. i don’t mind waffle house or even a gas station— but i’m excited to try out a fancy meal with you. thanks for comin’ up with this idea and invitin’ me to it.” a happy grin has her face coming alive like a ball of sun, feeling grateful she is getting to be cordial with him again. thinking of how the scenario could be different, he could still be that person who doesn’t talk to her. it just annoys herself because she begins to wonder if there’s ulterior motives — like him just being lonely because him and his girlfriend isn’t working out. before she can sour her own mood with her worries, she counts down the floor numbers instead of dwelling. eyes occasionally flickering up on his rosy cheeks, then back on the numbers, stifling a laugh at why in the world he’s shying up. finally a ding! the doors open up and she steps out first… eager to see this place from way up high like he said. the windows are everywhere so immediately she sees parts of the city before they’ve even reached the host and guest check in. “wow, look at all that… that’s an amazin’ sight to see,” doe eyes lighting up, in awe and completely wowed, “and it’s all like a hidden gem. a secret hang out.”

[be-dazzled]

#TheVampireTales #VampireGruvia  Gray Fullbuster, Juvia Lockser FFnet link: click here Author: K.T. Adlam Genre: Supernatural, Drama, Romance

Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail and its characters nor associated with its franchise. All rights reserved to Hiro Mashima, original creator and illustrator. All circumstances found in this story is fictional and all persons, places or events in this book same in real life are purely coincidence. The Vampire Tales rights reserved to K.T. Adlam, writer.

Lucy Heartfilia checked her wrist watch. She has been sitting around the infirmary for a little more than half an hour. The silence was uncomfortable and only the sound of machines being attached filled the room. Lucy had never even seen those machines in her life. She wished she never had to.

 The woman in the white gown busied herself around the patient’s bed. The figure lying on the bed was still but her chest heaved up and down. At least, that was a good sign. The tension only fell away when the doctor finally addressed the Student Council President – Erza Scarlet, who waited with Lucy the entire time.

 “Your Highness, the student’s condition is finally stable.” She informed. “I am aware of your other concern but for now we need to let her rest.”

 “I understand, Doctor.”

 As the two discussed a few more things, Lucy walked over the patient’s bed. Despite the grimy dirt on her face, the young blond recognized the girl as one of her classmates – Jenny Realight. The popular Jenny Realight, young and beautiful, was now lying unconscious on the infirmary bed. Dress was smudged with blood and dirt. Face drained of color. Lucy could not believe that the Jenny she knew and the girl before her was the same person. She felt bad for her. Jenny might not have been the nicest person on the planet but she did not deserve what happened to her.

 As Lucy turned to leave, she felt the end of her shirt pull back. At first, she thought it got caught on something on the bed. But as the young blond turned back around to check, pale fingers lightly gripped at the end of her shirt. Her bewildered gaze moved from the hand to the face of its owner. Lucy gasped.

 Jenny was awake but she looked like she was in shock. Her usual sharp blue eyes turned glassy, staring at and through Lucy. Then she suddenly seemed to see Lucy. Jenny’s cracked lips parted and began to move. She was saying something but her voice struggled to come out.

 “Erza?” Lucy called out. “Erza, hurry!”

 Jenny’s grip had no force; as if her bones were made of jelly. She was still recovering from the loss of blood. Doctor Daphne and Erza crowded around her, with the Student Council President ordering the other members to stand back. She did not want their presence to suffocate the victim.

 “Ms. Realight, you need to rest.” Doctor Daphne coaxed. She worried that speaking became laborious for the girl.

 Jenny did not seem to hear the doctor though. The girl finally managed to speak, her voice raspy. She tugged on Lucy’s shirt where her fingers clung on. In the faintest whisper she was able to say something – a single name which she kept repeating in a trance.

 The Tuesday heat intensified as the day transitioned from morning to afternoon. Juvia could feel the intensity almost to a point of burning her skin. It did not. With her sun ring on, the vampire’s usual adversary became a friend. However, the sweet treat inside Juvia’s mug wasn’t so lucky. The Ben&Jerry’s Bloody Mary was melting into cream without the ice.

 Mr. Groh sent his class home for the day. As it was still early in the afternoon, Mira gathered her herd in the kitchen and placed a tube of ice cream at the granite island in the middle of it. It was too early for cocktails anyway.

 “Can you believe what just happened?”

 The question only passed through Juvia’s ear and out the other. She was not really listening. Her mind was somewhere else.

 “I could tell it was a work of a vampire, a sloppy one that is.”

 Mira shared her observation to a rather uninterested crowd. She glanced over at the royal blood sitting right beside her. Juvia was in a daze. She stared at her mug of untouched ice cream; spinning the teaspoon around distractedly. Unsure what to make of it, Mira turned to the prince seated opposite her, blue eyes beseeching. Prince Knight could offer no answer.

 “Earth to Juvia, hello!”

 Juvia jumped when she heard Mira yell ‘hello’. It quickly snapped her out of her daze. Mira’s disapproving blue eyes narrowed at her, reminding Juvia of basic etiquette: listen when someone was talking.

 “Did you hear what I said?”

 “I’m sorry.” Juvia apologized; guilty for acting disrespectful towards the older vampire. “What were you saying?”

 “I said–”

 “–Is something bothering you, Juvia?”

 Startled blue eyes landed on the owner of the distinctly authoritative voice who spoke over Mirajane. Juvia processed his question. What had been she thinking since this morning? Until they came into the Mansion? Until she sat at the kitchen island where she was now?

 “The girl…” Juvia started. The image of the young victim, bloodied, unconscious and was limply carried into the campus’ premises, was burned in her mind. “Do you think she’ll survive?”

 The question caught the two royal bloods off-guard, evident when Juvia was answered with momentary silence. The tension cut through the room as if Juvia said something taboo.

 “I just think that… If the Council finds out about this.” Juvia did not need to continue; Knight and Mira knew exactly where she was driving at.

 “They will find out about it sooner or later.” Mirajane interrupted. “That’s inevitable.”

 The oldest vampire could only imagine how the Council would react. A defenseless young woman was left in the woods for dead. As if she was some kind of animal. It was the highest form of violation in the law on feeding. It wouldn’t even matter if the victim survived as in the case of Jenny. The Royal Council would be unforgiving. Once the news reached them, all hell would break lose.

 “And speaking of Royal Council.” Mira jumped at the opportunity to change the subject. “Has anyone seen Gajeel? I haven’t seen him since this morning.”

 “You know Gajeel, he’ll turn up whenever he wants to.” Knight answered nonchalantly.

 “You beautiful people talking about me?”

 The owner of the voice appeared at the archway into the kitchen. Tall and toned, cladded in plain black V-neck and worn-out jeans. His long dark hair was pushed back and a little wet, like he just came out of the shower. All fresh and sexy, a dangerous combination.

 In a blur of movement, the newly arrived prince stood next to the fridge, opened it and scanned the contents.

 “I’m a little bit offended. You guys are having an ice cream party and did not invite me.”

 The Prince of the West Kingdom took mock offense. When Mira told him to grab a mug and join them, he took out a blood bag from the refrigerator instead.

 “Someone’s in a good mood.” Knight declared, offering the empty seat beside him to Gajeel.

 “That makes one of us.” Gajeel took his offer but not before he poked fun at Knight and the others, red eyes teasing.

 “And unlike you people turning yourselves in at eleven like a bunch of grandmas,” He took a sip out of the blood bag and emptied it in half. “I enjoyed every bit of my youth last night.”

 Gajeel painstakingly licked the crimson stain on his fangs.

 “And this morning.”

 He flashed the three a suggestive wink. A conqueror’s pride glazed over his lopsided smile.

 Gajeel unceremoniously emptied the blood bag in his hand, not missing a single drop. Every drop of blood counted.

 “By the way,” He raised a thick brow, suddenly remembering something. “Why are you guys home early?”

 “Well, something happened at school today.” As she was about to relay the events that transpired, Mira was suddenly interrupted by the door ringing.

 Four royal heads turned toward the archway.

 “Oh, we have visitors.” Gajeel announced. “We rarely have one.” He spun from his sit and offered to answer the door. The Prince was such in the spirits to be a little welcoming today.

 The dark-haired prince left the kitchen as quick as his vampire speed could make him. He now stood by the door, turned the knob and pulled it open to greet the Dreyar Mansion’s first visitor.

 “Well, hello, Your Highness.”

 The prince leaned against the doorframe – cool and casual. A dark, taunting smile fell upon his lips – Prince Gajeel’s signature. His good mood rippled all around him.

 “Forgot your keys?”

 Gajeel was not surprised to see the new royal behind the door. It puzzled him, however, that she had to knock into her own house.

 “Your Highness, would you let us in.”

 The moment Erza Scarlet mentioned the word ‘us’, Gajeel’s bright eyes loitered about the men behind her. He didn’t notice them at first. His trained eyes only recognized beauty. The men behind looked like a weird bunch. Yet, the prince shrugged it off. He did not want to invite any gloomy cloud on his otherwise sunny day.

 “My pleasure.”

 The Redfox Prince stepped aside and extended his free hand toward inside as an invitation. As each guest walked in and past him, Gajeel could sense the brave act the boys were trying to put on. The prince suppressed a snicker. He could smell their fear. But not from Erza. She smelled like strawberries.

 “You should really drop that pity party. It’s not a good look on royalty.” Gajeel managed to slip in a snarky comment when Erza entered the Mansion last.

 Inside, as social customs would dictate, the three royal residents fell in a line to greet their guests. Being the first in the line of the third generation royal vampire blood, Mirajane was the one who offered the seats to the parlor and led the way. The other royals fell in the background and let her take charge.

 “So, what can we offer our guests? Drinks, maybe?” Mira invited to which Erza politely declined.

 “We would like to first introduce ourselves, Your Highness.”

 Erza stood and bowed before the royal quartet; a sign of courtesy. The others did the same.

 “Geez. No need for formalities, Princess Erza.” Mira waved her off. It felt strange to be addressed by the girl so formally. “This is your house too.” She said and put on her most radiant smile in an attempt to lighten the mood.

 However, it seemed like Erza wasn’t listening. She raised her head from the customary bow. Then brown eagle eyes met Mira’s charming blue ones.

 “We are the members of the Academy’s Student Council. We apologize for coming without prior notice.”

 Mira could sense the skeptic thoughts from behind her. Just like Gajeel, the princess thought that people who apologized for dropping in unannounced were not really sorry. They rarely were.

 “I am sure you are aware of what happened earlier this morning. The girl was from our class. The doctor said her condition is stable but she lost a lot of blood.”

 Mira could sense that Erza was tiptoeing around eggshells. She was hiding something, not wanting to tip her hand. About what? A primeval instinct coursed through her, putting the now suspecting princess on her toes. She made a decision. If she wanted to get to the bottom of things, Mira needed to gather information.

 “Did they find out who did it?” Mira asked, engaging Erza.

 “No. Not yet.”

 Mira waited for her to continue but only silence followed. She could tell that Erza was searching for answers too. Erza was purposely evasive. It was hard to tell what she was thinking. Blue guarded eyes landed on the ruby crystal on Erza’s ring finger. If Queen Lyssandra did not give her the ring, Mira could easily rummage her mind for information.

 The silence stretched and brewed tension inside the parlor; so thick every person in that room could taste it.

 “I see. Have you contacted her parents?”

 “No–”

 “–But that’s not our concern.”

 The boy seated next to the young redhead interrupted, sounding and looking impatient. Perhaps he knew Jenny. By the way his eyes narrowed at them, Mira could tell that he knew the victim personally. But he had no right to interrupt; especially not in the presence of royalty.

 Mira matched his angry, accusing eyes and she saw his face twist in alarm. No more Miss Nice Girl, Mira thought. As the visit turned unfriendly, the senior royal addressed the group in a serious and detached tone.

 “Then what is your purpose for coming here?”

 Erza placed her hand on top of the boy’s who just spoke, gripping it tight as a warning. It was too late. The friendliness left the hostess’ voice and was replaced with vile hostility which quickly multiplied into three.

 “As members of the Academy’s Student Council, we are here to ask questions regarding the whereabouts of His Highness, Prince Gajeel last ni–”

 “Get out.”

 Erza’s statement was cut-off quickly. Mirajane towered over her; charming turned deadly. While she maintained her composure, her calmness should not be mistaken as kindness; it was a ticking time bomb.

 “You live here, Erza. You know where the door is.”

 As the speaker turned to retire, the boy who interrupted earlier quickly got to his feet. His eyes were raging with contempt and his jaw was set by anger. He reached a hand to stop the princess by the shoulder only to touch nothing. Instead, a firm grip hanged his extended arm in the air. His view was quickly blocked, a black shirt occupying it instead.

 “Where do you think you’re touching?”

 Gajeel suddenly appeared in front of the boy, serving as human barricade between the Southern Princess and the latter. His eyes were wide in anger. The playfulness in them was long gone.

 “You heard the Princess. Leave.”

 The grip by the boy’s wrist tightened with a force that caused him to twitch. A suppressed groan escaped his lips and it was not hard to miss. Not with a vampire’s super hearing. The grip was so tight that the boy was sure his bones were going to break. Before it did, the Prince released him. His fingers formed red imprint on the boy’s skin; something to commemorate the day.

 “Get out or this will be the last face you’ll see before you learn to walk again.”

 The boy had never seen evil but he thought he saw a glimpse of it as he stared at Gajeel’s red raging eyes.

Writer’s Corner: My last update was December! I am such a slow writer. As I said before, this is my most ambitious fanfiction to date. So many characters and plot and subplot and a whole lot. But I want to see it through so please do fuel me some reviews. Thoughts?