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Chapter 1

'My head is pounding.'

I slowly opened my eyes and I could barely see anything. 'Well I can tell I'm outside. I think those are trees...at least they feel like trees. It's so cold...Who am I? Where am I? How did I get here?'

I looked down to see that I'm wearing a simple plain white dress with small spaghetti straps. 'No shoes...why wouldn't I wear shoes in a Forrest. Ugh, what's going on?! '

I decided to walk around a bit. Everything looks the same. I walked for what felt like hours. And it just keeps getting darker. My feet hurt from the twigs that I keep stepping on. 'Seriously, why aren't I wearing shoes?!'

~Roaaoorrr!~

'What was that?!'

I slowly turn around and my eyes widen. There is something big, with glowing, yellow eyes glaring at me. 'Are those horns?! Is it a demon?!

Oh shit! It's charging!'

I ran as fast as I could. My legs are burning! I look behind me, and it's getting closer! 'Fuck!' I hear more than feel it's horn going through my leg. I fell down with a thud. It's teeth are on my thigh. The pain is unbearable! I tried to scream, hoping that someone might hear me, but nothing is coming out. 'Well shit, I can't use my voice?!' I turn around and I see it's eyes, but they're getting blurry...'Am I going to die?..'

Suddenly I see a bright light, and I can hear sizzling...I hear the creature roaring in agony, but why is it muffled?

My vision is going out. 'Oh god...I don't want to die...'

Now everything is black.

"Oh my god my fucking ass!" A man with a metal visor and a pained frown declares walking through the doors of his teammates mansion. "Seriously, if any of you ever gets raped in the butt by a Vulcan, I'm going to cheer on the Vulcan!" He shouts while plopping, stomach first, on the giant couch in the living room. "Seriously this shit sucks piss.." he mutters into the pillow.

"Will you shut the fuck up Bickslow!" A large man with spiky blonde hair yells, glaring at the grumbling man's apparently 'violated' ass sticking up in the air. He dropped heavily on an armchair sitting across from the couch the continually muttering man was in. "Your ass was bitten, not raped...if you really want I can literally shock the shit out of it to make it feel better. An ass is always angry when it's full of shit."

Bickslow looked up to openly gape at the man, before letting his tongue roll out of his mouth and cackle like a madman. "The fuck, Laxus! I can't tell if you're insulting me or just making a joke...wait, you can't joke you're definitely insulting me...dick."

Laxus rolled his eyes and put his soundpods over his ears, dismissing further conversation on the matter. A soft chuckle was heard from a man with long green hair, and a red waistcoat, who was walking towards his kitchen. "Can I get anyone, including the violated ass, anything to drink?" He asked. His blank facial expression contradicting his word choices.

"My ass would love some malt liquor, Freed!" Bickslow shouted.

"Ill just have a glass of water." A tall brunette with glasses and a fan fluttering In her hand shouted from the side of the couch. "Can you please either sit down like a normal human being, or move over so your disgusting ass isn't staring at my face!" She huffed, smacking his ass with her fan.

"Well, Evergreen, I think it's only staring because it might have found its long, lost twin!' Bickslow cackled.

"Are you calling my face an ass?!" She yelled, her voice dangerously high in pitch.

"Oi! Shut the fuck up before I make you!" Laxus growled. They instantly complied. Bickslow scooted over so that she could, ever so gracefully, sit down, trying to avoid any eye contact with his ass still in the air. "Freed, get me a few beers!" Laxus ordered to the man still in the kitchen.

"Of course, Laxus!" Freed enthusiastically yelled from the kitchen. Happy to comply to any demand his leader gives him. He emerged a few minutes later with everyone's drinks, setting them on the table in the center of the room.

"Damnit Freed! My ass wanted malt liquor! The hell is this!" Bickslow yelled, pointing his ass in front of freed's face. "Kiss it to apologize. My ass is sick of this shit! People always get his order wrong! It's complete bullshit!"

"Well your ass is going to have to deal with whiskey. I have never, nor will I ever, own malt liquor, Bix." Freed stated, completely unfazed when a puff of air came out of the ass in defiance to Freed's words.

A low growl vibrated throughout the room, before Bickslow's ass was suddenly hit with a bolt of lightning. He yelped, and jumped before landing on the couch with his ass finally on the cushion. "What the hell man! Like it wasn't in enough pain!"

"I warned you to shut up." Laxus smirked, downing his first beer.

"So Laxus," Freed started, attempting to change the subject. "Since we've been gone on a mission for a few months, do you think the master will alleviate your paperwork?"

Laxus snorted. "Like hell, he'll do anything to get out of doing it himself. I wouldn't mind it so much if I didn't have to hear Natsu and Gray's fucking bickering every 5 Goddamn seconds."

Suddenly a giant roar could be heard in the distance. They all stopped and looked at Laxus, since his dragon slayer hearing could determine what it is, or if it's a threat or not. After a few moments, he said, "Sounds like a boar. And it sounds like it's chasing someone. I'll go check it out." He stood up and chugged down his second beer before walking towards the back door, unceremoniously slamming it open and refusing to close it.

As he walked several feet into the forest behind the house, he could pick up the scent of strawberries, which he deemed a woman's scent. And soon saw a girl with long, golden hair fanned around her, while the boar hovered over her with it's teeth bared in her thigh. He decided to help the defenseless girl, and shocked the boar with his lighting. The boar shrieked and ran off. Laxus strode over to the girl, to find her unmoving.

He could hear her heart beating steadily so she must have just passed out. Under the moonlight she looked so peaceful there, he almost didn't want to disturb her. Her creamy, white skin glowed almost etherially, and her hair looked like it belonged on a goddess. He stared at her face for a few moments before his gaze started moving lower. She definitely had a nice figure. Her chest was huge, her waist was tiny, and her hips flared deliciously. When he got to her legs, he finally noticed her injuries. Her dress was torn up her left thigh, revealing several deep bite marks, with blood running down the side and to the ground, forming a small puddle. Right below her left knee, was a hole that seemed to go all the way through to the other side. Almost her entire leg was covered in blood. The bottoms of her feet were scratched up. 'Why wasn't she wearing shoes?' He took of his large, fur-trimmed coat and draped it over her, before he carefully picked her up bridal style and carried her towards the house.