Disclaimer to all the reviews/messages regarding this fanfiction: This is inspired by the Throne of Glass series and A Court of Thorns and Roses series both written by Sarah J. Mass

The high fae were once powerful creatures that roamed the land. They were thought to be blessed by the stars, granting them magic power like nothing else. They were immortal and were feared by many until they were hunted to almost complete extinction. Some went into their animal form to hide in the forest, the fae forest where the Vermillion tree kept guard to those who dwell there. Many magical creatures roamed the earth, but pure-blooded Fae was a rare occurrence. Magic for fighting was outlawed by the council and king, only to be used in self-defense or for domestic use. Human's feared the Fae, the stories of them eating mortals and demolishing a country with just a thought.

Fairy Tail stood proudly in a place called Magnolia, a safe haven for magical creatures, thieves, and even assassins who fight for the greater good. It was a place where anyone could feel safe.

Lucy stared up at the massive palace before her that contained her target, Council man Jerome, a slaver, Fae hunter, and a rapist. He was her worst nightmare; he was the kind of human she used to be afraid of, one who would take her while she was asleep and kill her for just being herself. Jerome's palace was one of the largest buildings in Balsam. It was a fortress, its spires reaching for the bright sky like a beacon of death. The white stone shined against the sunlight as if it has been polished. Lucy held her head up high as she walked towards the entrance, she ran the plan through her head. Blend in, find Jerome and get him alone, kill the target, and run. Her weapons were stashed in a hollow tree in the forest, and she had shifted in her human form, the fake skin that she hated so much, yet it was also her blessing. Not many Fae could walk among the humans as one of them, she was able to blend in with the sheep, a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Her red gown was quite beautiful, it reminded her of when she was younger, dressing up for all her balls and parties. It had a slit along the side showing her thigh that had tiny scars that she covered with powered concealer. Her pink insignia covered as well, the magic free barrier made it impossible for her to glamour her way through. Thank the gods that the gods awful scars along her back that she hated were covered by the dress. Hopefully no one would recognize her in the crowd. Lucy entered the palace, a small smile gracing her lips as she walked by the guards. If she had to blend in she had to be one of the elite class, she was a young woman with money enjoying a party that was what they would see. The ballroom was packed with bodies; people were drinking and dancing. No one dared to speak of the Fae here; it was taboo. The floors were shined marble and the walls were painted a light cream. A red carpet led to the large stage where a orchestra played a ballet.

Lucy weaved through the crowds towards the large group of women fawning over the Council member. She grabbed a champagne glass and continued to prowl towards her prey. His beady eyes met hers; they were cold and hazy from the alcohol. His desire for all the women surrounding him made her want to vomit. He was a disgusting pig who poisoned Fiore. Lucy forced a blush to appear as he looked her up and down. His hot breath tickled her face and caused a chill to run up her spine, "what is a pretty thing like you doing here all alone?"

"Enjoying the party, of course. You are the guest of honor, what on earth am I doing? Congratulations on the proposal for making Balsam a safer place for us."

He smiled, "oh, it's my duty to the people to rid Balsam of monsters."

Lucy giggled as he brushed his hand down her arm, "shouldn't we go somewhere more privet?" His pupils enlarged with desire.

"I couldn't intrude on your party."

"They won't even notice I'm gone." His hand pressed on the small section of her back, slightly gripping her hip. Lucy counted her steps, two guards stationed at the doors of the ballroom. Two guards, every one hundred steps. She forced a giggle as he moved a little faster and the two guards stationed at his room eyes looking them up and down made her skin crawl, all of them were disgusting pigs. All they cared about was women and killing. Lucy wiggled her fingers at them as she was pulled inside his huge luxurious room.

His hands were all over the place once the doors were slammed shut. She wanted to make this quick and quiet, "shouldn't we move to the bed?" He moved vigorously, and Lucy fell back with a thud as Jerome climbed on top of her. He gripped her hips tightly, making her wince, "we should go slow, you're hurting me." She would have a bruise after this, another one to explain to Erza if it didn't fade before she gets home.

"Now, now we are just getting started." His grip tightened.

Lucy was over it, she reached under her dress to her thigh and slid the dagger out. In one smooth movement, she sliced his throat and rolled them over, so she was on top of him. She shifted, and his eyes widened, he made a choking sound as blood splattered from his lips. Lucy pressed her lips to his ear, "This is for the crimes you committed against my kind. Your plague will no longer spread on the land of Fiore." She could feel his sticky blood slide along her face and down in between her breasts. She shuffled through his room pulling out a pouch of coins; a woman has to find a living somehow even if it meant killing people and taking their money.

Lucy made her way to the window and removed her shoes; heels were impractical when it came to climbing down a building. She slowly climbed down, death by falling was not the heroic death she plans to have. She sighed with relief when her feet touched the cobblestone. Lucy quickly turned and ran as guards started to file out of the palace, "stop right there!" She snorted, their footsteps getting quieter, She was faster than any human. She ran into the forest, leaving the guards behind. She slowed when she spotted the hollow tree, pulling out her bag she changed into her leathers. Blood still caked her skin, but that could wait, she had to get far far away from Balsam. She swiped at her hand removing the makeup from her hand; the pink fairy tail insignia was stark against her pale skin. So, she began to make her way north; she had a few errands to do before going home to Magnolia.

Natsu sat in the cold dark cell listening to the guard's chatter amongst themselves. One caught his attention, "there has been news from Balsam! Council member Jerome was assassinated by a woman in his palace." The guard was out of breath as if he had been running. Natsu was shocked; it was challenging to get Jerome to even be in the same room with someone without two guards with him. Although a woman might get alone time with a disgusting pig like him. She must have been a looker to gain his attention and to find a way to get him alone.

"This woman has killed three other members and countless slave traders and other people in high power. What if our king is next?"

Natsu smiled, oh he would love to see that happen. Especially with the way the king thinks of his kind and others who weren't like humans. Natsu cringed as the cell door screeched open, "the king has requested your presence."

He scoffed, "I'm done serving him." Natsu snarled as he was yanked up by his chains. The led him through the castle, the scent of fear wafting from them. Natsu swore to himself, one day he'd kill them all and damn them to the underworld.

"I want that woman dead! Where is my Huntsman?" The king's voice raged from the throne room.

The guards pushed the doors open and pulled him along. Strong arms shoved Natsu to his knees, "bow to your king."

Natsu snarled, "he's not my king." Natsu grunted as he foot slammed into his back making his face hit the marble floor. Natsu was just a pawn to be used as the bringer of death. A beast to be tamed to them.

"Huntsman, I have something of hers, and with your sense of smell you are the only one I have to track her."

"I have already told you, I'm done with killing."

The king waved his hand, "I'm not asking you to kill her, I want you to bring her to me."

Natsu scoffed, "and send someone to their death? No, you can take me back to my cell."

"If you do this, you have your freedom."

His heart skipped a beat, he could be free, but the guilt would still follow. He's killed innocents, but she's a murder. Kills people for money, is her life worth my freedom? He thought to himself. He was no different than she was, killing to gain something in return. He shook his head, "no. I'm not doing it. So, you can shove it up your fat ass." Natsu smirked as the king turned red with anger.

"I'm afraid you have no choice." He said as he walked towards him. Guards were grabbing Natsu's shoulders while he struggled. The chains blocked his magic from incinerating all of them. The kings ring with a black stone in the middle oozed black magic that made Natsu's stomach turn. He grabbed his hair making Natsu snarl in protest as he yanked his head to the side. The king placed the black ring on his neck where a stone that matched it controlled people. Natsu screamed as thoughts rampaged through his skull "kill. Kill. Kill." It got louder and louder until it suddenly stopped and everything turned into a muddy red color that reminded him of the blood of my kills. Natsu could feel myself smile; he wished he could just fade away into nothing. The thing that lived in the stone took over, it spoke to Natsu with it's grueling unearthly voice, you'll love to watch the live drain from the assassin as you kill her. Let's have some fun.

Lucy slowed as she entered a small clearing, perfect for a small camp. Her magic made her skin tingle, begging to be released from all the tension of earlier. The sky was clear, riddled with bright stars that shined down on Lucy. She loved the stars; her mother used to lay with Lucy in the grass, teaching her each of the constellations that watched over them. Lucy curled in on herself; her dagger was gripped tightly in her hand as her eyelids slowly closed.

Lucy woke with a jolt the sun was just starting to rise, the scent of rain reached her nose, but something else caught her attention. A small burst of her magic as it pulsed through the trees, searching recoiled against something, no someone. She swiped up her bow and knocked an arrow, ready for it to pierce someone's heart.

A man in the crowns armor entered the clearing, his eyes trained on Lucy, a disgusting smile across his face. "you're coming with me."

Lucy readied her bow, "I'm not going anywhere." She fired, the man moved swiftly out of the way. He ran barreling towards Lucy, readied herself. They crashed down, rolling in the dirt. Lucy grunted as he landed a blow to her face, she returned the favor with her own punch to the throat. She could smell the iron chains that were connected to his belt.

She struggled against him as he put all his weight on her, " as I said, you are coming with me." He reached for the chains.

Lucy smirked as she unsheathed her dagger and sliced it across his thigh, he cried out, and Lucy slid herself out from under him. She ran grabbing her bow in the process, get out, get out, get out; she kept telling herself. She will live she had to believe in that or all of what she'd done will be for nothing. Lucy kept running even as his footsteps were getting louder, oh gods, what was he. Lucy choked back a scream as he grabbed the collar of her shirt. He was strong, nothing like what she has ever fought. He threw her against a tree, bone cracking at the contact. Lucy scrambled to her feet as he charged her. She screamed as he kicked her feet from under her, her leg making an audible "snap" Lucy shot her magic towards him recoiling away from something in his neck, it felt like the ring she had encountered only once with a council member she assassinated. His fist raised and slammed into her nose; she cried out again, blood ran down her face.

His face contorted as if he was in pain, "help me." He rasped, Lucy glanced into his eyes, this wasn't him he's being controlled. Lucy wracked her brain, the last time she removed the ring from the council man; there was nothing left of him, what ever lives within those stones was unearthly.

Lucy's magic surged as she placed her hands on his chest, "I'm sorry for this." She released her magic at full power, careful to not do too much in fear of a burnout. The man soared through the trees as they splintered, he was going to be sore when he wakes up. She groaned as she stood, her leg screaming in agony from her weight as she limped over to him. She took her bag and removed the rope, tying him to a tree as he stirred awake.

"You bitch!" His voice was distorted mixed with something else.

"Fight it, what is your name?"

"You mortals can't pronounce it."

"Not you, what is your real name. Fight this beast in you, or there will be nothing left." She winced as she squatted down, she didn't even want to know what damage laid beneath.

"Get out! Get out!" He screamed at the thing inside of him.

"What is your name?" She asked again.

"Na-Natsu."

"I'm going to take the stone out, but you have to stay with me Natsu, or it will rip everything away. You won't come back to you." He only nodded as she leaned over and cut through his neck. She shoved her fingers in his wound and pulled out the stone that pulsed with power. Natsu's eyes rolled, and he was out, Lucy cut the ropes hoping he was still in there to live his life in freedom.

She limped back to her bow and sat with her back against a tree; her body shook with pain as she cut her pants to see her leg. A sob escaped her lips as she looked at the piece of bone sticking out. Her hands shook, and tears mix with her blood from her nose dribbled off of her chin. She pulled out a bandage and her cantine; she poured water on her wound. She placed the gauzed down and took a deep breath. A scream erupted from her that seemed to echo in the forest as she pushed the bone back in place. Lucy slumped forward as black spots clouded her vision.

Natsu groaned, his body aching all over, his chest felt like it had been stepped on by an elephant. He sat up and looked at his leg, a large cut that was pretty deep. His blood soaked his armor that he hated so much. He winced as he began to remove it, once this was off he'd never look back at it. Looking around, he noticed the trees that were splintered and covered with some kind of gold dust. His hand rushed to his neck, feeling the bandage and there wasn't a stone that bulged under his skin. The voice of the unearthly being was silent, gone entirely. He was free, and whoever helped, must have fought hard from the looks of it. Natsu could feel his magic reach out to a powerful source; it smelled of strawberries and vanilla. Stepping in the clearing his breath caught, a beautiful blond was laying, unconscious against a tree. Her leg was bleeding from a large gash, and her hand was covered with her blood. Her nose was still bleeding although it looked to be slowing down. Guilt immediately flooded through him; he did that. He hurt someone. Her eyes fluttered open, and she pushed herself up against the tree, "I'm sorry!" He said before thinking.

Her brown eyes met his, and she smiled, "thank the gods I was right." She looked down at her leg and cringed, "right, I have to finish patching this up."

"I can help. I mean, if you'd let me." His cheeks felt warm.

"I got it." Natsu only watched as she bandaged her leg with shaky hands and stood grabbing her bow and bag with her, "so why were you being controlled?"

His eyes snapped to her, watching her pick up the rest of her things, "I never follow orders." Natsu summoned his magic and played with it, swirling it between his fingers, "I missed this." He whispered. He hasn't felt his magic in months maybe years he couldn't even remember.

He looked back at her and noticed her delicate pointed ears, "are you Fae?" Her hair was pushed behind them, and he could see the five piercings of small little diamonds that almost went all the way up.

"And if I am?" Her tone was dangerous and threatening. Her muscles tensed as if ready for another attack.

Natsu shrugged, "I never met one. I thought they were either enslaved or killed."

Her shoulders sagged, "most are. Or they decided to stay in their animal forms and live in the wilderness. Now, I have to go."

Natsu watched her leave, his heart sputtering and he blurted out, "wait!"

She stopped and turned around, "Yes?" Her eyebrows raised in questioning.

"can I go with you?"

"why?"

He looked down at his hands, "I have no-where to go."

She thought for a moment, "Alright, come on." What harm could having the man who almost killed you join you in your quest? She thought.

Natsu smiled wide, "I'm Natsu."

"I know, I'm Lucy, now let's get moving, I'm on a tight schedule, and with this leg, it's going to take longer. Here patch yourself up." Natsu caught the bandages and quickly did as he was told. He rushed to catch up with her. She looked at him with her big brown eyes, "what are you?"

"I'm a Fire Dragon Slayer. Dragonslayers are like the distant cousins of fae; we have magic over elements. We are immortal like Pure-blooded Fae and enhanced strength and senses."

She nodded her head, "interesting. So, how old are you then?"

"Nineteen, you?"

"Eighteen." She said with a smile. She watched him play with his fire, "it calls to you, doesn't it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Your magic."

Natsu smiled, "yeah, I haven't felt it in a long time." Magic answered most to emotions, and his were all over the place, his wanted release with no restrictions, even if it would burn the entire forest down.

"I understand the feeling." Natsu furrowed his eyebrows; he wondered what she meant behind those words. He looked at her hand.

"What is the pink insignia for?"

"Do you always ask questions? If you must know it is my guild mark, Fairy Tail. You can join if you want."

Of course, she'd be part of the infamous guild that always seemed to cause trouble. They walked in silence, and his magic seemed to pull to hers, fire licked his fingers, and her gold light seemed to reach for his flames like it was alive. Lucy continued to keep walking as if it didn't faze her that her magic liked to come out whenever it wanted.

"So what is your magic?" He asked.

She smiled as she lifted her hand to study the gold, "My master calls it celestial magic. It stayed in its raw form. There are other celestial magic users who have gate keys to call a spirit; I don't have any sadly."

"Master?"

She shook her head, "nothing like that. He's the leader of the guild. I will never be owned, not again."

Natsu studied her; she held her chin up even though he knew she was probably in a lot of pain. He didn't doubt her after seeing what she could do. The Fae assassin intrigued him, and he wanted to know more. Wanted to know how a young girl would choose this life over something else.