Chapter 3

Erza's pov

I am humming without a care in the world and swinging my grocery bags lightly in the air as I strut around joyously. I haven't felt this carefree in a long time. Maybe not since my mom died and it's all because of this one person. I have my earbuds in and am humming my favorite tunes at the moment. When I turn the corner on the sidewalk I hear the sounds of grunts and a struggle. I hear a very familiar voice cry out for help and I spring into action. Rounding the corner so fast that they didn't have time to prepare before I came barreling at them full speed.

Not even fazed after the fight I had with them which you could barely even call a fight. I make my way over to her. I see that now she is knocked unconscious "fuck" I exclaim and punch the brick wall right in front of me. I kneel down and pick her up gently. I considered calling an ambulance or something but that would cause way too much attention and that is the last thing we need right now. That's when I decided to just take her to my place. I rush into my house after what feels like forever even though I just speeded down to my house in 5 minutes which from where I am is usually about a 20 minute drive. I start barking orders and whoever I see when I get inside.

Our in-home doctor Dr. Sanchez arrives pretty quickly and starts to examine her. When she has to take off her clothes I'm not sure why she looks to me for permission. I nod my approval even though I don't like it one bit. I am clenching my fists so hard that my knuckles turn white. Thankfully she's done with it fairly quickly. She's very efficient when doing her job and she does it extremely well. Together we patch her up with me holding her in my arms.

When she is done I thank her and take her up to my room. I put an oversized shirt on her and resist the urge to remove her underwear which I don't actually have to. Thankfully I have some work to do or else I'm not sure what would've happened here if it wasn't for my work. I have to find who those bastards were who jumped her. Clearly they came out of nowhere and ambushed her. We even found drugs in her blood that I am sure have some kind of connection to those people.

I didn't get a good look at them so this is proving to be more challenging than I anticipated. I don't stop for hours and stimulate myself with cups of caffeine which is the only thing that's keeping me from passing out. Eventually I dragged myself out of the chair and into the shower. I stand there letting the water cascade down me and let out a deep breath. Now I have a moment to think where I'm not as overwhelmed as I was before.

I head to my room forgetting that I put Lucy there and am halted by her angelic, peaceful looking face. I go to the edge of the bed and reach out to tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear but I stop myself before I do. That was a close call. I shake it off and decide that maybe some space away from her would benefit us both. Settling down on the couch in my room to keep an eye on her. I decided to sleep there since it is pretty comfortable and close to her but not too close.

I toss and turn on the couch and don't get much sleep at all. Which makes me have to drag myself off the couch. It feels like it physically hurts but I have to do it. I manage to stand on my feet and shuffle over to the bed to find that she isn't there anymore. I scan my surroundings to make sure that I didn't miss her in my tired state. That's when I confirm that she is most definitely not here. Just when I am about to turn around when I feel the cold blade of a knife press into my neck, halting my movements. I chuckled to myself "is that any way to treat a guest?"

Who is holding the knife to her?

What's going to happen to that person?

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