Forbidden Lovers: The Vampire Princess {Gajevy} {Fairy Tail}

Chapter Four: Her History

|Pft I'm sorry guys... I FOUND THIS GIF AND I THOUGHT IT WAS SO CUTE I'M JUST UPSET BECAUSE THERE ISN'T A LITTLE HAPPY LEVY!|

I didn't expect the wolf to walk out and come back with a blanket to walk me out in the sunlight. Part of me thought that he'd rip the sheet away and kill me there as we walked up the steps to his living area. I was wrong though, and we were inside of his living space within a minute of leaving my cell. I have to say it was nice to be out of the cell, but the sun hurt my eyes and if we'd been out in the day light any longer I probably would've went blind.

"Take a seat, I'll get ya something to eat." The alpha said this as he closed the door behind us. I had a feeling this was something he shouldn't have been doing, but I didn't really care. As soon as the moon was out I was leaving. Killing the alpha was the only thing I hadn't decided on. He'd only been nice to me since we met. It would be wrong of me to betray that kindness, but it would also betray my coven if I chose to let him live. I was back at those conflicted feelings that I hated. I'm a vampire why would it matter if I killed a werewolf? Oh, because I like this werewolf in particular. He's not rough and isn't out to kill me. Why am I trusting him? Who's to say that he isn't going to dissect me. I am a pure blood. That's a great catch to them. But catching him could also be a very valuable catch to us...

I sighed as I sat down in a chair in front of a fire that had been lit in the small space. He was moving a few things around in the kitchen as I wrapped the blanket around me that we'd used to get me up there. It was about halfway through fall and it was nice to have some warmth. I could only get so close to the fire before I'd start burning up. Speaking of the blanket, it was extremely soft and I liked it. It'd be nice to be back at my bed at home for the days I actually slept instead of working down with the wolves we had captive.

"Levy, right?" His voice was next to my ear and I jumped because I hadn't noticed him coming up behind be. He had a warm cup of blood in his hand and was extending it out to me. 

"Yeah, if you know my name why have you been using nicknames?" I questioned as I took the mug of blood from him.

"Gihi, yer reactions are great." He took the seat across from me as I sipped the mug. I was surprised to taste the same blood that was running through his veins. He was drawing his own blood to feed me...?

"Where did you get this?" I looked down at the mug and sloshed the blood around a bit before I looked back up at him. 

"It's mine. We don't have the resources to risk robbing a blood bank, plus the humans need that stuff. I don't see how ya vamps steal from them but anyway, there is that. I know you've probably tasted better but I'm sure you'd prefer that over me throwing a dead animal at ya. I'd prefer not to hunt if I ain't eatin' it."

I shook my head, "You're blood actually taste a lot sweeter and less bitter than any other werewolf's blood I've tasted." I admitted. It felt weird talking about werewolf blood to a werewolf. I had to avoid eye contact with him, "Unfortunately I know that bitter taste a little too well. Our Delicates don't like sharing their human blood with us Hunters."

"I understand. Want to explain yer story to me? I'm very interested in it." He sat forward in his chair a bit, his raven hair wasn't in a ponytail like it had been the night we met so it fell over his shoulders as he leaned closer to me. 

I let a bit of a sighed before I began my story.

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"When I was a young vampire I loved to read, write, and run around the mansion like there wasn't a worry in the world. My father loved it really, but my mother was always super cautious. When my father started the McGarden Coven, he had every intention to end the war that was going on between the werewolves and vampires. He helped wounded werewolves, saved their pups, even gave them meat to eat when they needed it. One of the wolves my father had been taking care of died under our roof when I was about ten. She was pregnant and he managed to save the baby. This wolf and I grew up together for the first three years of his life, and when he reached three he was the same size of me. God it was so long ago I can't even remember what he looked like." She took a deep breath then looked me in the eyes. They were teary, "I loved him so much, and my mother knew it. She tore us apart and out of rage... my pup killed her." She wiped a tear from her eye as she continued, "My wolf pup ran off and my father was outraged. From then on he began to hunt down werewolves like the rest of the covens on the planet. My father taught me how to hunt and how to behead every werewolf that had fallen to my blade. Every wolf that's been killed by my coven has been decapitated and then we had a trademark. New comers don't know why we kill and bring the heads back. He still hasn't found my pup." She took a shaky breath as she set her mug of blood down.

"Levy," I tucked my index finger under her chin and lifted her head up so she'd look me in the eyes, "how do ya not remember anything about him detail wise if ya loved him so?"

"My father wiped my memory of his looks so if one day I was the one to run into him, I wouldn't stop from killing him. He even took away his name. I only remember the way he made me feel. To this day I've felt disgusted with myself because I loved a werewolf." She sniffled and my heart shattered. She was more gentle than I expected. "Are you sure you're the last alpha?" She looked up at me.

"I'm positive. Why do ya ask?" I wiped her tears away with my thumb. 

She shook her head and moved away from me, "He was an alpha like his mother. I've been telling my father that he'd probably been killed by another coven already, which honestly breaks my heart to think that, but he doesn't believe it. I just want to remember him fully." She tucked her knees up to her chest on the chair she was sitting in. She looked so much smaller than she actually was and she looked like the child I remembered from her childhood, from my childhood.

It had left my mind long ago, but it all came back as soon as she mentioned a wolf pup her father saved. I was that wolf pup. I was that alpha her father was hunting down. I could barely remember that night where I murdered her mother. It was the first time I'd ever transformed into my wolf form and I remembered waking up outside the perimeter covered in blood. I was ashamed of myself and I had ran away. I had no idea that the McGarden Coven had a bounty on my head and the only reason I knew I could get through the McGarden security was because I'd lived there once. But Levy looked so different, and she didn't go by Princess anymore. I bit my lip unsure if I should tell this weeping vampire that I was her long lost pup. 

"Gajeel..." She whispered looking up at me. 

"Yeah?" I asked getting up to check the time in the kitchen. 

"Thank you for being so kind to me. Can I request something of you?" 

"Sure, shrimp."

"Let me go home..."

I sighed, "I ain't allowed to do that, shorty." I walked into the kitchen and looked at the time on my clock. It was six, the sun should've been down outside. "It's six if ya want to go outside for a bit."

"Really?"

"Yeah, ya just gotta come back. If I have ta track ya down again I can't promise there won't be casualties this time. Plus, I'd be in danger myself entering that mansion again. Damn vamps are on high alert cause yer gone."

She was at the door in a matter of seconds, "Thank you." She gave me a soft smile before flinging the door open and dashing out. She seemed eager to leave. I was positive that it was because she wanted to be outside, but I heard her silent sobs as she got closer to the woods. She didn't want the outside, she wanted to be alone.