Beauty and the Beasts

Chapter Four

It felt like barely any time had passed when there was a knock at my door. I grabbed the shirt from my bed and when I opened the door, I pressed it against his chest.

"Please don't strip in my room again...Jellal. That's your name, right?" I asked embarrassedly as the corpse smirked at me.

"I think that's the first time you've said my name." He crowed happily. I closed my door behind me and I hesitantly followed behind him. He stopped and I bumped into his back.

"What are you called? Erza? Titania? We were never properly introduced." He asked me and stepped aside. I timidly looked up at him and swallowed as we continued walking.

"My name is Erza Scarlet. I don't know what my fathers name was, but my mothers name was Eileen Belserion and my Sisters name is Wendy Marvel. Mother didn't want us to live with the baggage her name held so she gave us our own, unique names." I told him as I clasped my hands together as I walked.

"One of those boys called you 'Titania', is that some sort of nickname?" He asked me and I flushed and sucked my cheeks to stop from smiling from my embarrassment.

"No, or, well, it could be considered a nickname I guess, I really hate it though. People from Fairy Tail High, my high school, named me that because I'm the strongest and fastest girl on our sports teams, I even play with the boys sometimes, that and I am an over achiever. 'Titania' is the name of the queen of the fairies from one of Shakespeare plays. I guess I'm a mascot or remodel to other students. I prefect my actual name though..." I said when he watched me thoughtfully as I spoke.

"So, girls' school these days as well, and are even allowed to play sports. I prefer your real name as too. Scarlet. It suits you. My full name is Jellal Fernandes. My mother was a Japanese whore and father was an Italian mafia crime lord. After having me she abandoned me when my father took no interest in me. He killed her soon after and I was alone until I found other street children to live with." He said as if it wasn't the slightest bit painful for him.

"I'm sorry that happened to you." I said softly and looked down at my feet as I walked. He shrugged.

"Its nothing. Besides, the yakuza in Japan used us street kids in other ways apart from trafficking and prostitution. I was mostly used as an assassin or a drug mule," He said as if it was nothing to be alarmed about. I stared at him in shock. "Don't look so appalled, it wasn't all bad. If we did a good job we were rewarded with extra money or sexual services. It helped me look after myself and the others."

"Once I finally took over the organisation, I left some of my underlings in charge when I left for Italy to put a bullet in my old man's head," He said and I gasped in horror. "Now, now, he deserved it."

"From there we finally moved back to the country for peace, and that is where our journey ended. I trust Angel told you what happened?" He asked me and I nodded. The longer we walked the darker the halls became, until I could barely see in front of me. I stopped walking and clutched a handful of his sleeve in panic.

"I can't see anything, it's too dark." I complained and shuddered as his glowing red eyes looked at me from the shadows. Hearing my fear, Angel lit the oil lamps along the walls of the corridors for me. I looked down so that I wouldn't have to see the corpse or skeleton he had become again and quickly released my hold on him, taking a few steps back.

"Where are we?" I asked as I looked at the strange foreign paintings and weapons held like trophies on the walls. I was still willing to debate on them all being yokai of some kind.

"The west wing. Where we live, and you are never allowed to be. I called a meeting with the others and they agreed to meet you in our den here." He said as he continued walking. I gulped.