It's been 3 weeks since I left the Dragneel Estate. I've been in and out of hotels, bars, and clubs. Not even sure wether to go back to the guild or not. I killed one of our own, wether Makarov sent her after me or just because she wanted to kill me. Her blood is still on my hands. My own eyes lay on the club floor where I've spent the last 4 hours drowning every thought that came into my mind and left into the last glass of Margarita for the night.

I get up and start walking through the crowd of sweating bodies. Dancing men and women, and drunken idiots at every turn. Getting out of the crowd and outside was a hard task. It is like walking through a field of corn, you can't see where it ends. With this, you run into every single thing around you feeling your body hit everything. Finally reaching the doors and shoving them open reaching my way out. The wind hitting my uncovered skin as a shiver went down my back. My body feels numb after a few minutes and my feet could no longer move. Beaten and broken were the only things that I can see myself as. It's also not like I had a place I could go to. My apartment was searched through after Lisanna's death. I've been homeless for about 2 out of the 3 weeks. With the cash I've earned, I've been able to stay in a few motels but not for long. Being a high ranking assassin doesn't have many perks, but money.

A bench that sat on the side of the road was calling my name. Sitting down on the cold hard wood was more reassuring than thought to be. The breath that came out of my open mouth can be seen when it hit the cold air of the night. Slowly laying my head onto the back of the bench, the only thing that came to mind while my eyes are up to the black sky. My eyes close and a memory comes to mind...

"Lucy, Get out! I'm busy." Yelled my father as he threw papers in the air from his desk. At 7 years old, I never understood why my father was more focus on work then his own daughter. My mother left him and myself, when I was just 2 years old. I was always told how beautiful and graceful she was. My father would tell me how she had the brightest smile and the softest voice you'd ever hear. Of course at the age of 2, I never remembered anything about my mother or how "amazing" she was. It was like an empty space in my mind that would never be there.

But of course, it was my seventh birthday and my father was to caught up on his job then to wish his daughter a happy birthday. My mind raced as I ran away, "but it's my birthday!" I said as tears ran down my face. My father was a horrible man. All he wanted after my mom left was to keep up the Heartfilia name. That included having me stay with him and practicing everything he told me to do. Dancing... singing... cooking... everything to make me a "better" woman in the future for the Heartfilia's.

As the memory ended, another one started... the whole reason I started...

At the age of 17, I walked through the empty halls of my own home, feeling darkness from every room. That fateful day I was supposed to be wed to a man named Dan. He was more interested in money then he was marrying me, even if he put on a mask that made it seemed like it. Entering my fathers office, I immediately regretted opening the door. "Oh Lucy! Don't worry darling, we are in love! L-O-V-E!" He yelled in front of my father. But as soon as he looked at me, a smirk appeared across his face.

I knew of his plans to marry me for the money. Days before, he had told me that I didn't have to be happy or want to be with him and that in the end I would have to marry him. He'd force me to if I told him no. So as my "perfect" wedding, as my father would call it, was around the corner. My mind fought with itself what to do.

Because it was late at night, my plan had to come to action before my life would be ruined. I looked at Dan and fluttering my eyes, I grabbed his hand, "Father, Dan and I are going to retire for the night. See you in the morning", faking the flashiest smile I could. I pulled Dan out and led him down to my room. Once through the door, with my own foot I closed it behind us. Dan turned to me in question,

"Why the sudden reaction Lucy? Your father will suspect us." Of course he had questions. With out thinking, I pushed him on the bed and got on top of him. Starting into his red eyes, my hands moved down his chest and unbuttoned his shirt. "Heartfilia, what are you doing??" He questioned, but at the same time, I could feel the hardness between my own legs. Staying silent, I kissed his neck while leaving a dark pink lipstick mark. Shifting my right hand under the pillow, pulling out a knife and with one simple movement, blood was splattered on the bed and walls near. Adrenaline running through my veins and heart pumping, my hand moved on its own, stabbing again and again. Tears formed in my eyes. Once my body calmed, the knife left my hand and a clink was heard even on a carpet floor. For what seemed like hours had only been seconds for me to keep staring at Dans dead body.

A sudden knock was heard. Feeling my beating heart in my throat, I knew father would have me arrested. "Hold on one second!" I yelled. Scurrying to get a bag and clothes, I grabbed a black cloak, opening the large window in the room, and I leaped from the second floor. A tree was near my window, grabbing it as best as I could, my hands hit hard and I hurried to pull myself up. Hiding in the trees, I looked up. There a scream echoed, a male scream, and I saw my father hurry to the window. "Lucy!" He seemed worried but I knew otherwise. Tears ran down his face and sobs came from deep in his throat. "She's gone!" I heard. Once he left the window in a hurry. I knew it was my time to run for it. Getting down from the tree I was in and headed into the forest, alone.

After that day, in the papers I was called The Seductress. It was the first nickname I ever had as a killer. A year later, Lucy Heartfilia was pronounced dead after I met Makarov. He helped me fake my death and afterwards, my goal was to continue killing for justice. Four years later, after meeting Natsu Dragneel a twist happened and then...

My eyes open and see the snow falling from the orange sky. It is dusk, and a numbing feeling throughout my whole body. The cold in the night must have made my body stiff. A groan came from my mouth. Shifting my head to hang, feet walk across my vision. Stopping in front of me, then turn to face me. My eyes glancing up to the person, eyes widening seeing who it was. A soft smile assembling on his face, and his eyes brightening as looking into my eyes. A loss for words and hearting beating rapidly against my chest.

"I've been wandering where you have been, Lucy", Natsu smiling proudly.