A/N: This randomly popped into my mind and I wrote already three chapters, but I never had time to put it up.
This chapter is set before the time-skip, maybe a few weeks before the S-class
I hope all of you like it, and, don't worry if you don't get any of it yet!

I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does!

Demon's Song: Chapter 1, Marred Faces

A soft curse came out of a pair of rosy pink lips. A small slender hand grasped her thin bleeding waist. Large doe brown eyes flittered across the scene she had caused and landed on the man she had struck, that now lifeless on the cold hard ground. A little smirk flashed on her face, before it turned back into a grimace. Blood pooled from a large cut that went right across her whole torso. Numerous other deep cuts kept her from moving her legs and right arm. Slight panic made its way to her face. She stubbornly bit down on her lip to keep herself from collapsing on the broken cobblestone road. Heavy breaths came from her mouth and she clenched her fist, she wasn't going to fall.

"I really should learn to know my boundaries," she grumbled lowly to herself.

Her trembling hand slowly spread as she lifted it up in front of her. It started to glow dark purple as she muttered a few words. A magic circle appeared on the floor making her open her eyes. She drawled out a long sigh as she hesitantly put on foot on the dark circle.

"Please, please, please don't be an old man in the mountains," she whined to herself and stepped fully on the magic circle.

It lit up to a blinding level and after a few fleeting seconds, it died down. Slowly the magic circle eroded away, disappearing, just like the girl who stood on it not a second ago. The dark wasteland stayed deathly still and the man face down on the floor didn't move. But then, the, already dead, surrounding trees suddenly started to crumble, falling in piles of ashes to the floor. A few soft footsteps broke the silence as a pale tall man walked into the scene. His, seemingly sad, dark eyes roamed the wasteland until they ended on the dead man. A small sigh escaped his lips and he dropped his head slightly. Dark crimson splatters stained the soles of his shoes and he slowly stepped away from the pool of blood.

He shook his head, "Foolish girl," he muttered almost inaudibly.

Fairy Tail was, as usual, in full brawl and laughter. Various tables and mugs were thrown across the guild hall as people challenged each other to a fight. The two loudest of them all, a pink haired fire breathing idiot and a black haired stripping popsicle. They exchanged a series of half-hearted insults as they butted heads. The members on the side-lines could only shake their head at the familiar spectacle. Chaos erupted when the two idiot's magic clashed. The two polar opposite elements exploded at each other's contact causing both males to fly back through the air…. Right on top of a seething scarlet haired woman.

A large dark aura loomed over her, making everyone gulp and scramble back in fear, except for the two idiots. The pink haired boy, Natsu, jumped up and started waving his fist. "Is that all you got stripper?!" he shouted.

The black haired boy, Gray, stood up with a cool smirk and shook his head. "You wish flame brain!" he said darkly and readied his hand for another attack.

They had yet to notice the woman slowly getting up, her armoured fist slowly raising above both males. Just as they were about to clash again, she swiftly and fast brought down her fist on both heads. The clunk of the impact echoed through the guild and boys slumped against each other, knocked out cold.

"You… IDIOTS! Stop destroying the guild!" Erza shouted enraged. Her dark glare subsidized, but was still very visible.

Her strong hand picked up a table and slammed it down on the two. Girlish shrieks escaped from the surrounding women and men. Erza ranted on for several minutes making the two boys cower in fear, hugging each other for comfort. She truly was a scary person.

Wendy sat at the far side of the guild, watching the sceptical with a little smile. She loved how her friends never changed. They stayed their goofy selves every single day. No matter what happened and no matter what tragedies clouded their pasts. They would always get up, full force and even stronger than before. They could knock down any enemy with their passion and strength. She couldn't have wished to be in a better guild, everything was perfect.

Next to Wendy Carla raised a questioning brow at the huge grin that spread out on her face. Carla could only shake her head, that girl had a mind that wondered off almost every second of the day. Wendy let out a content sigh as she sipped on her lemonade. Except for the guild's usual antics, it had been rather quiet. No mages trying to take over the country, no death threats, attacks on the guild or strange disappearances. While it was nice to have some peace and quiet, it was rather boring. The team had also not gone on a mission for quite a while. There was really nothing happening.

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The wind around her suddenly changed, making her sit straight and train her senses on the door. Someone was approaching, but whoever it was, there was no scent on them. The wind that passed her was uneasy and seemed to tremble. Wendy narrowed her eyes as she felt the presence of a person right in front of the door. But the presence was odd, almost evil in a way. In the corner of her eye she caught Gajeel look rather uncomfortable with his gaze on the door too. He signalled her too get up and she complied, quickly jumping up and fast walking to the side.

The rest of the guild caught their actions and watched them with curiosity. "There's someone," Wendy whispered.

Seeing their uneasiness, Makarov jumped down from the second floor to stand next to them. He knew that if the dragon slayers' senses told them something wasn't completely right, there must be something going on. When he neared the door, he felt it too. The sudden heaviness on the air and the weird feeling running up his spine.

The unusually loud creaking of the guild doors made everyone stand up, high on guard. The large doors opened ever so slowly, making a large unnatural gust of wind blow in the guild hall. Everyone held their breaths as a figure stepped in. No one could really who, or what for that matter, it was. The person had a large black cape with the hood pulled over their face, hiding their whole appearance. The figure was rather small though, around the height of Lisanna or a little smaller than Erza. Makarov narrowed his eyes and started concentrating magic in his hand, just in case. This person did not make him feel at ease.

The figure looked up slightly, showing pale skin and a pair of sweet pink lips. The, most likely, girl smiled softly, easing the tension just a little. "I heard that you have a magic healer here," she said softly.

Her voice was soft, soothing, almost like a million little bells, but held a certain riddle to it. Wendy took a small step forward and put up her hand. "I am a healer, my name is Wendy," she said softly.

Wendy did not know what it was, but she felt something stir in her stomach with this girl. It wasn't the bad kind of stirring, but it also wasn't completely good. She felt like this could trust this girl. The aura that surrounded her was, clouded enigma, but it reached out to you, with a certain gentleness. It warmed her up slightly and gave her a weird sense of mind.

Gajeel pulled her back and gave the strange girl a warning look, "And why would you need our healer?" he growled.

A soft giggle escaped from her plump lips, making everyone frown at the weird feeling in their chest. "I thought that was rather obvious, I need healing," she said and turned slightly to look at Wendy again.

Erza decided to stand up and walked steadily up to the girl, not a single trace of doubt or fear in her posture. "We would have to see your injuries before we can promise you anything," she spoke in her strong no-nonsense voice.

The girl sighed and her hand poked out to clasp around the black cloak. Erza's eyes narrowed slightly when she saw the blood stains on it. "I have to warn you though, I wouldn't look if you can't stand a little gore," she said in a rather odd tone, almost sounding like she was teasing them.

In a swift movement she threw the long cloak back. A chorus of gasps sounded through the guild as they saw her frame. Blood, grim and dirt marred her whole body. Several semi-deep gashes and cuts marked her legs and left arm, the blood on those already caked and dry. But the thing that made most stomach's churn, were the two deep sword slices on her right arm and torso. Her right arm had a large cut that ran from her elbow all the way to her wrist, cleanly slashed down to the bone. The white still clearly showing through blood that still pooled from it, running down her arm. Many couldn't keep on looking to see the damage on her torso, which was just as bad. The faintest of hearts scrambled away to find the nearest bucket.

Makarov stared wide eyed at the injuries, how was she even walking? With that many injuries she should have dead by blood loss, if not unconscious and on the brink of death. His eyes darted to Gajeel who quickly held his nose at the sudden extreme scent of metallic blood. The girl started to sway slightly and Wendy snapped out of her daze to assist the girl.

"I really don't mean to be a bother, but it would be really helpful if you could pour a little bit of your magic into me," she said hoarsely in between gasping breaths.

Wendy nodded and a hard, concentrated look took over her otherwise happy and cute face. She quickly turned to Gajeel, "Gajeel, call Porlyusica! Gray, help me take her to the infirmary! Juvia, I might need your help with cleaning her wounds." She barked out the orders with confidence and certainty.

Everyone quickly scrambled up and did as they were told. Everyone knew not to go against Wendy when it came to healing someone. She was passionate about her job and was not afraid to give someone a beating when it involved other people's lives. Wendy and Juvia quickly followed Gray who held the girl bridal style as he brought her up to the infirmary.

"Juvia, could you please clean her wounds with your water first," Wendy asked Juvia as she carefully took of the girl's cloak.

Wendy caught herself distracted for a moment as she looked at the girl's full body and face. She had beautiful long golden blond hair that contrasted against her creamy pale skin. Her cute button nose twitched slightly and her long dark lashes fluttered against her rosy pink cheeks.

Wendy quickly snapped out of it as Juvia started cleaning her wounds. She softly placed her hand over the water mage and sent her healing magic through Juvia's water. "What are you doing Wendy-san?" Juvia asked curiously as her water suddenly started to faintly glow green.

"I am sending my healing magic through your arms and infusing it with your water. That way your water will also have healing effects," she explained softly and screwed her eyes shut in concentration.

They kept the process going for a while until the girl's wounds were clean. After that Wendy started to close her gashes with her own magic. She smaller cuts disappeared fast, but the two main cuts started to heal painstakingly slow. She had to channel almost all her magic into the skin to reform new cells and speedup the process of making new blood cells. When she was finally done, she was exhausted. Luckily Gajeel hurried in Porlyusica trailing behind.

"You… Just have to….. Wrap her up," she said between heavy panting breaths.

The old woman nodded and picked up the gauze from the table. "Out smelly humans! I can't work with you people in here!" she shouted and rushed all the mages except for Wendy out.

She closed the door with a sigh and turned to the girl with furrowed brows. "Who is she Wendy?" she said in her usual gruff voice.

Wendy looked up from the chair she had fell in and watched the girl. "I-I don't know. She just came in here, asking for my help. We, Gajeel and I, felt her coming. She had this, this…," Wendy stopped to think. "This unpleasant feeling about her, it felt dark and to some extent, evil. But then, when she walked in the guild, there was something in her posture or her voice, it was sweet, nice and kind. I could see everyone was very confused, but I thought we could trust her." She let out a long sigh as she slumped in the chair again and stared up at the ceiling. "Of course the others had their doubts, so they told her to show her wounds, to make sure she was really injured….. so she showed. That, that girl shouldn't even have been alive! She had lost more than half of her blood, but she was still standing, talking and even laughing. Barely though, but still!"

Wendy felt the exhaustion and magic depletion hit her as she cried out the last part and threw her hands up in the air. She bit her lip as the various thoughts still circled through her head. She was just so confused!

Porlyusica glanced over at the young sky sorceress and let out a small snarl. "Sleep child, you need to regain your energy," she said and continued bandaging and salving the mystery girl's wounds.

Wendy let nodded slightly and dragged her feet to the bed in the far corner of the room. She really didn't feel like going to her own house, so might as well sleep in the infirmary. She actually quite liked sleeping here. She got so used to the smell of disinfectant and soap, that it started to smell a little like home.

She nestled herself in the white sheet of the bed and let out a long content sigh. A few images of the mystery girl faintly circled through her head, but they soon faded as her mind became hazy. Soon her eyes started to droop and she fell into a deep sleep.