Description: When a near drunk Levy leaves a bar alone at night a stranger follows her. Who will save our damsel in distress?
Rating: T for some violence, triggering content and some coarse language.
A.N.: Hello everyone! Once again sorry this has taken so long. I was really struggling with the ending on this one but I managed to get it completed at least ^ ^’ Thanks for being so patient with me.
I used another prompt for this, once again provided by the blog “bisexualclark” (thank you again!!) and here it is:Â
“it’s the middle of the night and i’m walking home alone in the dark and there’s this guy following me and he’s starting to gain on me and i found this phone booth with a lock on the door and i tried to call my best friend but my hands were shaking so badly i accidentally dialed the wrong number and i don’t even know you but help me” au
This fanfiction deals with some triggering content but it’s not overly violent. I just want to make it clear that I am not trying to make light of this type of situation. It is a very serious and scary topic and my heart goes out to all the victims of this type of crime. I used the situation for this fanfiction and if it offends anyone please let me know and I will personally offer you my deepest apologizes as that is not my intent.
Okay now that that’s all clear, I hope you enjoy my oneshot. More will be coming soon(-ish ^ ^’ ...I hope ^ ^” )
Disclaimer: I do not own Fairytail or it’s characters
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I pull the door closed on the phone booth as fast as I can with shaking hands and engage the lock.
I never should have walked home alone. Cana had told me not to but I had left anyways without telling anyone. Probably because of the several vodka drinks I had slammed down in the evening giving me some courage.
Now all I’m feeling is fear.
The bar we had been at was in a terrible part of town but it had been fun. All the girls had gone to it and we all planned to leave together. That way we would all stay safe. But I had been stupid.
Looking out the glass panels I can just see the silhouette of the stranger that had been following me for about 3 blocks now in the illuminated street light. My heart never ceases it’s rapid paces.
If I were sober I’d probably be thinking a little more clearly. Stupid! If I were sober, I’d still be a the bar like I was supposed to be.
But no! I’m an idiot and I’m hiding out in a obviously flimsy phone booth with the saddest and most fragile looking lock in the world as my only protection from someone who’s following me. I’d taken about three or four random turns and stopped in a busy intersection and he did all the exact same things.
I can see him watching me from the corner he just turned and I know it’s a “he”. The way he kept gesturing at me every time I looked back and the fact that I'm pretty sure he was exposing himself a few blocks ago.
A little bit of terror clinging to me, I quickly reach into my purse for my cell phone before I remember I killed the battery with the flashlight earlier at the bar by making it a strobe light.
With near frantic hands I search my purse intensely for the some coins to use the ancient payphone by my side. Coming up with a single coin I quickly jam it into the slot and dial Jet’s number. He’ll be sober. He’ll pick up. Then he’ll come get me. I can always rely on him. He’ll be here before my stalker even makes it down the street-
“Ya?” the line picks up and the voice is so obviously not Jet’s that I start to cry. I’m so scared and I have no money left.
“Please help me!” I manage to whimper out and it’s only slightly slurred. I can’t even think straight with the alcohol swishing around in my stomach and I make the split second decision to beg this stranger for help.
“Somebodies following me and I’m alone and almost drunk and I’m scared and I have no more money for this pay phone and I’m so scared right now!! Please help me!” I’m sobbing a bit partially from alcohol and partially from fear. I’m usually so much more level-headed than this but right now I’m just so scared.
The line is silent for a minute and I hold the receiver like it’s my life line which in reality it is. I hear a muffled conversation going on in the background between the guy who answered and someone else. I can just barely make out my mystery could-be-saviour’s words.
“Some girl asking for help.”
“Say’s some asshole’s following her.”
“How the hell should I know? All she said was she’s alone and drunk.”
There’s more muffled sounds as the phone is placed back on his ear and I catch him grumbling but he doesn’t hang up.
“Listen. My buddy and I are cops. Where are you? We’ll come get ya.” I let out another large sob into the headset out of relief but quickly look around and manage to spot a street sign at a nearby intersection.
“The pay phone by the intersection of oak street and 22nd” I look up and I see the stranger walking forward.
“Please hurry!! He’s coming closer!” I hear more grumbling
“Yeah. We’re not far from there. Just stay where you are.” The phone line goes dead and I’m left clutching a soundless receiver watching this man getting closer to me. I hold the phone to my chest as the man gets closer and closer to me no longer taking his time.
He’s big. Easily taller than me, about three times as wide and it looks like about three times as drunk as well. He’s wearing a pair of jeans and useless belt that's holding them up just below his hips revealing plaid underwear. On top he’s just wearing a baggy t-shirt with all kinds of profanity written on it. He’s staggering only a little bit but he’s steadily getting closer to me. My eyes dart around on the road. I haven’t seen or heard a car or another person since I hid away in here.
Before I know it, he’s right outside the door, leaning heavily on the glass window and looking in at me with a fogged look of lust and drunkenness.
I just stare back at him holding the phone so tightly in my hand that my knuckles are turning white. I don’t know how long he stays like that before he starts to grin at me with crooked teeth and I nearly yelp when he reaches for the handle.
More tears of hysteria fall from my cheeks as I thank the tiny little lock. Frustration flashes on the mans face and he begins to reef and pull on the door. I watch the dainty bolt being held in place by even smaller screws start to shake under the assault and I silently beg it to hold on. With a particularly hard tug at the door, one bolt comes loose and I screech a little and lunge at it trying to hold the lock in place, dropping the receiver of the phone. My tiny hands do little and soon the second bolt comes loose and the door is ripped open.
I scream again as the man reaches in and grabs hold of my arm. I pull back and struggle against him and manage to pull my wrist free of his grip.
Powered by pure adrenaline and instinct my hands latch onto my purse and the heavy book hidden within it and I lift it up above my head. Slamming it down on the man’s head before he sees it coming and then again.
On my third attempt he lifts his hand up and grabs the bag and simultaneously pushes me up against the phone behind me. He rips my purse from my hand and throws it behind him and then makes grabs for my wrist again. The shelf presses painfully into my side but my eyes are wide with horror at the man in front of me who now has my body pinned but I wind up best I can and aim a punch for his face. It catches him in the jaw and I cry out on the impact because I think I may have broken a finger.
Foolishly I let myself get distracted by this and soon he’s got both my wrists in his fist held above my head, barely fazed by my punch at all. I whimper as his eyes look over my body with a sick slowness. I can practically smell the lust rolling off of him and I see him lift his other hand up and reaching slowly towards my body. I screech again and squirm and suddenly my knee manages to find something vulnerable.
With an huff of air his grip weakens and I push him away from me and land another solid kick to his crotch. He crumples to the ground in front of me holding his groin and that’s when I see two motorcycles come burning around the corner. One pulls up and without even shutting off the engine sets the bike on it’s kickstand and hops off. Â
I crumple down next to my attacker letting out any fear that I had managed to withhold.
This new person is about as tall as my attacker but I can tell his build is sharper and stronger even underneath his leather jacket. I can’t see the face through a completely black and shielded motorcycle helmet but I can tell he’s taking in the scene as he walks over to me. Crouching next to me I can feel his eyes on me through the face shield.
“ya alright?” The voice is deep and I recognize it as the guy on the phone. It’s as if the last bits of logic in me have left and I jump forward wrapping my arms around this mystery man’s neck and start crying into his shoulder. He smells of leather but there’s also a thick scent of iron and oil on his coat.
I feel him go rigid under me but after a moment a tentative gloved hand is placed on my back.
“The fuck were ya thinkin, walking in this neighborhood alone? You got a death wish or somethin?” He pulls me back and I can feel his intense gaze through the helmet but all I’m feeling right now is grateful. My lip quivers lightly as I hold his stare despite the shield and the man’s shoulders sag with a sigh. He looks over his shoulder.
“Hey Lily! Ya got this okay?” I glance over his shoulder where the mans friend is kneeling on my attackers back, holding his arms.
He has his helmet off but when he looks up I can tell little about his appearance in the dark. He looks as though he has a strong build and has a commanding, experienced aura about him.
“Ya. I already called Juvia. She’s on her way with a squad car. If you want to give her a lift home you can.” He says and his voice is deep.
A part of me registers that this man is a complete stranger, just like the man that’s being pinned over there. I could be jumping from a bad stiuation to worse.
With a nervous and clumsy movement I push myself away from the man back to standing. His helmet covered face looks back in my direction and I manage to stay on my feet for a few seconds before I start to teeter backwards.
“Shit!” He practically dives forward from his crouching position and manages to get his arm between my head and the ground. I land heavy and I’m sure I’ll leave a bruise on him with my thick skull but right now I’m just concerned with getting away. I try to scramble up again but he grabs my arm solidly and holds me there.
“Chill shrimp! Where the fuck you tryin to go? Don’t you remember what just happened to ya?” I stare into his face shield with fear as we’re both lying on the ground.
“Relax I’m a cop. Remember?” The fear doesn’t shift from my face and his hand doesn’t move from my arm.
“I’ll prove it to ya.” He let’s go of my arm and not the least bit gently, hauls me up to standing. Before my impaired brain can register the movements and make sense of them, he’s got his wallet pulled out and place in front of my nose.
A shiny silver badge is on one side and a drivers license on the other. My eyes study the I.D. and the badge before looking back up at the man. With his other arm he removed his helmet and I can see the face from the tiny picture staring back at me. His nose, eyebrows and chin are all pierced and the light from the street lamps makes them glint and stand out. Long, thick, black hair is restrained at his neck in a ponytail and I just stare and gape up at him like a drunk idiot. He lifts a pierced eyebrow.
“Can I take you home without you flipping out now?” I just keep staring and then nod like an idiot. He shakes his head and puts his wallet away.
“Where do ya live?” I mumble out and an address to him that I’m sure is more slur than words but he seems to get it and moves towards his bike.
With shaky feet I follow him over to his motorcycle that’s still running and stop. I’ve never ridden on one before and I have no idea if I’m supposed to get on or what and I just look over at him with mascara stained cheeks and dizzy eyes. He looks at me without tilting his head and looks like he’s contemplating something before he heaves out a sigh and hold his helmet out to me.
I take it from him with clumsy hands and he climbs on the bike. I pull the helmet onto my head and it slides to the right a little bit. It’s much too big for me but I really can’t be choosy right now.
I look through the dark face shield at the officer and his bike and try to figure out how to get on. Deciding that I should probably ride behind him I move to the back of the bike with clumsy steps. I don’t get far before I feel a gloved hand grabbing the collar of my shirt and pulling me back. I loose my balance but he’s got his hands on my arms and turns me around. My eyes spin from the sharp movements and I close them. I feel my feet leave the ground and I think I’m falling but a second later I feel leather seat straddled beneath my legs.
“Hold onto the handlebars.” I do as instructed and then we’re moving. My brain seems to be behind in it’s processing and I just watch as the street starts to move past me. The wind is cold and whips my loose sweater around at my waist. The air nips at my skin and I do my best not to start shaking. When the road curves my body leans and I panic thinking I’m slipping and grip the bar in front of me till my knuckles turn white.
“Gi hi hi. Relax. I ain’t gonna let ya fall.” I feel him laugh against my back and suddenly I’m aware of the solid body pressing against me and the thick arms around me caging me in.
I swallow and lift my eyes up to the road and focus on the lights and buildings blurring by. I have to blink several times throughout the trip to make them stop the spinning that they are doing.
Before I know it the bike’s stopping in front of my apartment building. It leans towards the sidewalk on my left but before I react to the feeling of falling they heavy clump of his boot is on the pavement and halts our descent. The bike rumbles underneath us for a second until his hand reaches for the key in front of me and the bike goes quiet. I stay where I am,my head spinning telling me I’m not ready to get off the bike just yet. The man behind me doesn’t rush me to get off and waits until I take a deep breath and clumsily dismount the vehicle.
When I’m on my own two feet on the pavement I remove the helmet and look at his face. It’s all sharp features giving off the “I don’t care” attitude but I can’t help but notice that his eyes seem to hold a bit of concern. Or maybe it’s the alcohol that’s starting to boil uncomfortably in my stomach. I hold the helmet out for him to grab and he takes it from my hand.
“Ya okay from here?” He nods towards the building and I look behind myself like I don’t know where I am. The tall brick building of Fairy Hills apartment complex towers behind me. I look back at him and try to flash a smile then regret it when I remember my smeared makeup, my puffy eyes from crying and my now likely rat’s nest of hair from the helmet. Â
“Yeah I should be okay. Thank you for coming to get me.” The words aren’t clear once again, due to the alcohol in my system but he seems to get it.
“Don’t go lookin fer trouble next time.” I smile. Despite how harsh they sound there's an underlying bit of concern that has me unreasonably touched.Â
He lifts the helmet and slides it over his head then grabs for the key again, but pauses, as if thinking something over. With the same hand that was on the key he reaches back into a small pocket and pulls out his wallet again. He pulls out a surprisingly crisp white card and flicks it out towards me, holding it between his middle and index fingers. A bunch of numbers and a name are scrawled across it in sharp, clean lines.
“Here. Call the station tomorrow when yer sober and ask fer me. I’ll come and take all yer information then, bout the incident.”
I accept the card from his hand with an “Okay.” and without another word he starts up the bike and takes off down the street. His black attire and vehicle quickly getting lost in the darkness of the night. When I convince myself that I’m not listening for his bike anymore and when I most certainly cannot hear it any longer, I turn and climb the stairs into my apartment building, the beginnings of a headache starting to poke at my skull. I slip the card into my pocket and push through the apartment buildings doors.
A.N.: Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed! Feedback is always welcome and appreciated!Â
Sorry about the ending. I know it’s kind of lame. I was having a hard time coming up with something. I don’t know, maybe I’ll do a chapter 2 of this for the morning after but no promises. I know this fanfic overall isn’t that great but I’ve been trying. This last week I’ve been really struggling with writing and other things and I’m sorry that you guys had to wait so long for something that’s not even that great. I’ll try to do better on the next one and maybe something a bit more fluffy.
Also I feel the need to restate that I was not trying to offend anyone with the content and If I did PLEASE let me know so I can make it right!Â
Also, Also thanks again to the blog “bisexualclark” for another prompt.
Anyways thanks again for reading. I hope to see you all in the next fic! :)
