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"Now, let's continue the Marriage Plans."
"What?!" Gray yelped, leaping to my defense, "Sorry, but, did you just say 'Marriage Plans'."
Zeref had an amused look on his face, smile-lines deep on either side of his lips. He swished his hair, "Indeed, I did. Young Ultear and Jellal are marriage-age now, of course. They'll have many beautiful cubs."
"U-Uh," I interposed, overlooking the 'cubs' part of his line, "I'm still in high school!"
"Yes, but you're a major now," Zeref commented, "So, It's not against the law or anything. Plus, well." his smirk deepened, "I take it you've been around Vampires, lately. Purebloods usually wed quite early in their lives. Fitting, no?"
"'Early' for them is like a hundred years!" I scowled, "Yes, Natsu said something about it being equivalent to my age, but still - I still have to go to College-"
"That will all be arranged," Ultear draped her arm around mine, her fingers digging into my flesh, "Many couples wed at the age of nineteen, don't they?"
"N-not really?!"
"Oh, c' mon," Zeref grinned, "Will you refuse our hospitality? Ultear's like my younger-sister, I assure you, you two will have a royal wedding. " He said. I shared a glance with Gray - Zeref was sounding more like he was giving a threat, more than a request.
Mavis, how will we get out of this?
"Oh, don't worry, I'll convince him," Ultear grinned, winking at Zeref, "I have my ways. You can set the date for tomorrow. It'll be perfect!"
"TOMORROW?!" Gray shouted, breaking in, before smiling sheepishly, "Why, that's perfect! Absolutely, completely, definitely the most perfect plan!"
Dude. Is he on drugs or something?
"Great!"
"On one condition," I said, hesitantly. All three pairs of eyes focused on me at once, making me shiver, "I- Gray and I can have alone time today," I beamed, trying to appear excited at the prospect of getting married, "To explore and have fun, like our bachelor party, eh?"
"Sure," Zeref said, but there was an unmistakable hint of suspicion in his tone, "But don't try to escape, pretty-boy."
"Yes, Sir."
~~~
"What now?!" I screeched at Gray. It had been ten minutes that the Werewolves had deposited us at a room. They had handed us a sort of brochure-guide for around the cave, and its attractions.
"I don't know," Gray said, unbuttoning his shirt, "Think."
I hissed, exasperatedly, before collapsing on the Queen Bed. It wasn't a scanty room, but it wasn't a large one either. There was a sort of kitchenette in one corner, with a hunk of suspicious meat in the see-through fridge; A desk covered in parchment in the other corner, a little ensuite bathroom, and a bed.
