You, (Y/N), (L/N), were a blood dragon slayer. Meaning, for instance, that you could bend your own blood to your will, creating weapons, among many other things. 

Currently, you were creeping up to the guild fairy tail. You were sent on a mission by your *Very* evil master, (Master's Name), to kill a certain iron dragon slayer, who's name you had forgotten, and, frankly, you didn't care to remember. 

"After all."You thought, smirking. "He'll be dead soon, anyways." 

You slammed the door open, and stalked to the front of the room. You preferred to make an entrance, rather than kill quickly and get your ass out of there. 

(Me- and here, exhibit a, we have our very own, genuine diva! You-*Snarls, and shows fist* Me-Fuck this. Author-chan, out! PEACE! *Runs away, fearing for life*)

You wore your signature blood red cloak, as not to reveal your, might I say, stunning, appearance. But, you didn't think so. 

"Which one of you is the iron dragon slayer?" You shouted. 

And,  a very handsome, might I add, man with long, fluffy (I'm sorry, i don't know how else to explain it! XD) black hair stalked towards you. 

"Who wants to know?" He said in a gruff voice. 

You smirked, your mouth being the only thing of your face showing. "The person who's gonna kick your ass." 

He froze and stared at you, opening his mouth to laugh. you cut him off.

"But, maybe later. You aren't really worth my time right now." Then, you flipped your head sassily, turned your back to him, and sashayed out, like a boss. 

"Yeah, I'll kill him later." You said to yourself, once you had exited the guild. 

For some reason, your face felt warm and there were butterflies in your stomach. 

" I only wanted to make a dramatic first impression, right?

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Right??"