Feather 7: The welcome party.

~(Y/n) POV~

Natsuo hangs his head and sighs, before looking up at us, "Will you guys get down here? I'm not gonna skin you guys, y'know." He sighs again and places his hands in his pockets, looks to the side and grumbles the last part. Shū yells down to him, "Oh, I don't know, Natsu. Didn't the Big Bad Wolf also say something to that effect too? He lured Little Red Riding Hood saying he's harmless and brushing off his abnormalities to lower her guards. And then he tried to eat her!", whining with a high pitched voice at the end.

I look at Shū. 'Uh...I'm not seeing things right? That is actually a guy squirming like a disgusted girl and is a vamp no less? Right...?' Ezra says defeatedly, " Yes, you're right. He is all of those things you said." Looking up shocked, I stutter, "D-did I say that out loud?" A smile graces Ezra's face before nods. I feel heat rise up to my cheeks, "Sh*t!"

"Hey, stop cussing there, dumba**." , Natsuo screams. I look down confused, "Who's the dumba**?", raising an eyebrow at him. Natsuo rolls his eyes, "The dumba** is you, (Y/n)." I glare at him. Natsuo glares back at me before turning his glare onto Shū, his eyes slowly returning back to normal. I look to Shū to see him cackling like madman.

"You didn't deny it~. See that just proves my point. You just want to eat me." Natsuo grimaces, "F*ck no! You're the worst kind of meat out there! You sick freak! And besides, I can afford to waste time responding to you and your lousy jokes. They weren't that important, anyways."

Shū pouts but then tuts, "That was mean, but no matter. There is a more pressing issue." Shū sighs, "Now now, Natsu. You must stop thinking dirty thoughts about me. I thought you were innocent and better than this, but today I stand corrected. Tsk tsk.", Shū has the tone of a reprimanding parent. I look on at the scene, bursting at the seams from the laughter that wants to desperately escape. It hurts just containing it and it worsens seeing Natsuo's expression.

A pure look of confusion crosses Natsuo's face, "Hah?! What the h*ll do you even mean by that?! Dirty thoughts?! About you?! Hah! Please, blockhead! The only one with dirty thoughts here is you! As if I would even think about you like that! Besides, why would I even eat my friend's flesh, dumba**?! You're way past expiration date anyways, so even if I had to, by some sorta curse, I wouldn't be found within a hundred miles of you!"

The vampire whines, "Why you gotta be so mean to me?! You jerk!" At this point I'm releasing little chuckles. 'You're not the only one who thinks that.' Shū continues, "That's a low blow even for you!" Natsuo just shrugs, "Yeah, yeah whatever. And get down here. Her parents are probably expecting her back by now.", he says, glancing and nodding towards me.

Ezra jumps down from his perch and gently lets me down onto my feet, while Shū lands next to us shortly. I'm a bit wobbly on my feet but Ezra supports me. The three of them glance worriedly at me. Ignoring their concerned looks for a moment, I notice that Ezra's shirt is indeed white, a red jacket tied around his waist and he is wearing an orange pants with brown ankle boots to finish the look.

Focusing back on the three, more specifically, Natsuo, I notice him mumbling and I just manage to catch the last bit he mumbles, "Knew I shoulda killed that piece of sh*t for what he did." He glances to the side, following his line of vision, I notice that he's looking at the now empty spot where Travin was not long ago. Shū comes to stand beside me, "Oh Little One...Does it hurt?" Nodding I answer, "Yeah, a little.", 'Little? Hah! My d*mn foot! The pain is killing me! But I can manage...At least I didn't break something.'

Natsuo's expression becomes shadowed, Ezra clicks his tongue and Shū roughly exhales. Shū digs in the back pocket of his jeans and pulls out a butterfly knife. Raising his right hand in line with his chest, he smoothly glides the blade across his palm, drawing blood that begins to pool and drip onto the forest floor. The crimson substance staining the once green grass a disturbing shade of red.

My eyes widen, "Are you insane?! Why would you do that?!", I yell in clear shock. Looking at Natsuo and Ezra, their eyes are also widened. 'They're just as shocked. What is going on?' Shū ignores my outburst and our stares, fishing out a small vial from his jacket's inside pocket with his uninjured hand. 'Eh? He got some magical pockets there...where can I get a jacket like that?' He places the vial under his injured palm and lets his blood drip into the vial.

When the vial is half full, he pulls the little bottle away from his injured hand and licks his palm, healing the wound. I grimace. "Don't look like that, Little One. We, vampires have this ability. You humans always speak of it when vampires are mentioned." I look away, 'Yeah, but it's a lot creepier seeing it actually happen in front of you.'

"I'm doing it this way 'cause I'm sure your mate wouldn't want me near you like that. At all. Even if it is just to heal you. All werewolves react like that. Impulsive and sometimes stupid in their anger and possessiveness. Right, Natsu?", Shū smugly questions looking at Natsuo. 'H*ll, even I wouldn't allow that.' Natsuo huffs before looking away but then curiously side-glances at the vial of blood in Shū's hand.

"Can't you also heal her another way?", Natsuo questions. Shū sighs, "It would've been possible, yes,  but I haven't fed recently. So, no. I do need to feed soon, though." I shudder at the implication. Shū comes to stand infront of me, "Here, drink this Little One.", pushing the vial towards my lips. I grimace and vehemently shake my head, knowing full well that vampire blood can turn humans. I refuse to take that chance. Before I can say anything, Shū's collar is gripped and Shū is roughly pulled to stand face-to-face with Natsuo.

"You can't be serious Shū! That can turn her! It's a stupid move to include more humans into our world. It's dangerous! What are you even thinking?!", Natsuo yells. "I know what I'm doing. To be frank, she'll need four times this amount to be turned, even better chances should she lose half her body's worth of blood. So without one of those conditions filled, she's safe. And I am serious, Natsuo."

"But can't you-", Natsuo tries but is cut off by Shū, "You know I haven't fed, so no. It is not an option any longer." Natsuo sighs, reluctantly letting go of Shū's collar. 'Don't I have a say in this? Guess not...' Ezra who was quiet up until now, softly says, "I know this seems extreme and completely insane but don't worry. You'll be fine. Trust us. We haven't hurt you up until now and we won't ever. So please trust that we know what we're doing.", gazing down at me with hopeful pools of oceanic blue.

I concede. He is right afterall. I nod stiffly, adding in a smile that I hope shows that I trust them, even if it is just a little. Ezra then looks to Natsuo, who nods back at him, resulting in Natsuo and Ezra swapping places. The fallen angel hybrid stands behind me, placing his hands over my eyes, blocking my vision. His hands are soft and gentle yet firm too. I tense. I don't like not be able to see my surroundings.

"Relax.", comes Natsuo's voice from behind me. My body relaxes against my will. 'The h*ll?' The vial is placed against my lips once again. I hesitate. "Drink.", Natsuo's voice gently commands. My body follows again without protest and my mind's barriers begin to slowly crumble. 'What's wrong with me? And my body? Why does my body follow his commands? This never happened before...'

The blood touches my tongue but instead of the blood tasting metallic, it tastes sweet. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. 'What? How odd. I wonder why.' Natsuo chuckles, "That's normal, (Y/n). Vampire blood generally tastes sweet to other species.", I can actually hear the eyeroll in that statement. 'Still doesn't explain why though.'

Natsuo removes his hand, slowly walking to stand infront of me with the others. The pain in my gut is slowly ebbing away, till it's non-existent altogether. The three supernaturals smile at me, however Natsuo's smile is more sad, before they all chorus, "Welcome to our world, (Y/n)."