Gajeel didn't want to be apart of this, apart of her. He hurt his mate, nearly killed her even. Never will he forgive himself for doing such a thing, but why would Makarov prevent him from telling Levy the truth? Was that event really that horrifying? Of course it was, he knew that, but he felt so guilty for keeping this from her. He knew that if she were to find out the truth, she'd probably hate him forever, murder him even. He'd be okay with that, considering the fact that the wants her to hate him. He wants to hate her even, for popping into his life so suddenly, but he couldn't force himself to, no matter how much he tried.

"So...Mates?" she questioned.

He sighed, but nodded. "Yea, mates. Every vampire has one, but we never know when they'll come in our lives. Sometimes, it'll be during a time when we want our mate, when we're ready for 'em. And sometimes," he stopped, eyeing her, "It's during a time when we ain't ready for 'em, when we don't want 'em just yet."

The little bookworm nodded, a slight smile forming on her face. "Mr. Makarov...he said that you were my mate? Is that true?"

"Yea, it is...but you wouldn't want me. I ain't the romantic type, so you wouldn't expect much out of me," he grumbled out.

"That doesn't matter. It's just because we haven't gotten to know each other just yet. Come, sit. Let's get to know one another!" she chirped out, patting the space on her bed next to her.

Gajeel nearly winced, hating how persistent and nice the little one was. He was trying his best to scare the small fairy away, but she was too naïve for her own good. It was as if she strived to find good in everyone, and the grumpy vampire hated it. He wanted her to forget about him, hate him, and then kill him later on. And his plan wasn't working. Still, he went along with her chirpiness and sat down next to her, both of them developing blushes on their cheeks.

Levy smiled towards Gajeel, his eyes widening at how beautiful he thought her smile really was. "So, how old are you?"

He shrugged. "I'm eighteen."

"Really?! That means that I'm older than you!" she giggled out.

His eyes widened. There was no way that that puny Shrimp was older than him! She couldn't be older than sixteen at least! "How old are ya?!"

She kept giggling. "I'm twenty actually, two years older than you!"

The male vampire narrowed his eyes. "Don't think that'll make you the dominant one, Shrimp. Age won't matter in this relationship. Height will, gihi!"

He nearly slapped himself for saying that. Why would he care? Sure, he knew that eventually he'll have no choice but to love her with all of his cold heart, but not unless she kills him first.

"You're so mean! I can't help my height," she whined, a pout forming on her lips.

Gajeel thought that her pout was undeniably cute, so adorable. A brighter blush formed on his cheeks from the thought. "N-next question..."

Raising a brow at his very noticeable blush, Levy nodded. "Um, okay. When were you turned into a vampire, if you don't mind me asking?"

His blush faded away upon her words. He hated talking about his past, but his stupid mating bond wouldn't allow him to deny her anything. "When I was six, my friend and I ran away from this town's orphanage. It was late at night, I'm guessin' around midnight maybe. We were sick of no one wantin' to adopt us. Everyone was scared of us, since we were raised by wolves."

Levy gasped. "You both were really raised by wolves?"

"Yep, werewolves actually. They took us in, despite us being human. But one day, they had an emergency relocation, and we were left behind. That's when a ranger found us in the forest, surrounded by wolf pelts and all that crap. So anyways, we-"

"Whoa whoa wait...did you say werewolves? Like, actual werewolves?" Levy asked, her eyes bugged out.

He nodded, giving his mate a weird look. "Yer okay with being a vampire and finding out vampires exist, but you freak out when I mention werewolves?"

Blushing, Levy glanced away. "Point taken, though I'm not at all happy with actually being one...continue."

"Anyways...while we were walking through the forest, tryin' to find our werewolf family, someone picked us up, and carried us away. They even knocked us out. When we woke back up, we were strapped to metal beds, our necks hurtin' like crap too. We didn't know what was goin' on. Then it all happened. Our kidnappers were slaughtered right in front of us, and we were taken in by this clan, who saved us really. They treated our wounds, and explained to us what we were now and all that kinda stuff," he explained.

"Who was your friend?" Levy asked.

The male vampire jerked his head towards the main room, "Yer friend's dumb mate, Natsu."

"Really?! I wouldn't have figured it to be him, considering the rude nick names you seem to always give him," she said.

Gajeel chuckled. "Gihi, I give nick names to everyone....Shrimp."

"Don't call me that!" Levy protested, her pout returning.

"Gihi, whatever. Next question?" He asked.

She rolled her eyes. "What exactly is this place?"

"Yer in our infirmary. This building is our sanctuary, housing the vampire clan known as Fairy Tail. We're the strongest clan in this area, no doubt about that. To keep this building from attracting the wrong attention, Makarov opened this building up as a bar during the day, just so no one would think about tearing this place down. At night, we vamps can finally be who we truly are. We usually show off our powers or go out in feeding groups. And our victims aren't just anyone random off the street. We usually choose to drain the blood of someone who is at death's door, to make their death more peaceful and quick. When ya think about it, we aren't really monsters of the night," Gajeel explained to her, hiding any guilt that he developed.

"Oh, I thought this was a hospital at first to be honest, hehe. But I have one more question. When should-" The bookworm ceased talking suddenly, gripping her throat rather aggressively.

Gajeel raised a brow, curious and very concerned towards his mate. "Levy? What's wrong?!"

"M-my throat...it...burns..." she managed to choke out, tears pooling at the corners of her eyes.

With a shuffle, Gajeel picked Levy up and placed her in his lap, facing her towards him. "Look, Shrimp. I know what's wrong with ya, and I can help ya. But, yer gonna have to not chicken out, alright?"

She nodded frantically.

Tilting his head slightly, the bookworm's mate bared his neck towards his mate as an offering. "Drink my blood. It'll take away the stinging, I promise."

Eyes widening, she shook her head.

"Drink my blood or you'll die Levy!" he barked out, grabbing her head and pushing her nose into the crook of his neck, ignoring the shiver that passed through his body.

Scenting the vampiric blood that flowed through his neck, blood only meant for her consumption, Levy's new vampire instincts went into overdrive. Her mind consumed her in a severe blood frenzy. With her fangs extended, she pierced into the neck of her mate. The gasp released from his mouth only increased her blood frenzy, her eyes clouding over, revealing a bright red color. She drank greedily, a trail of dark red blood flowing down her chin. Gajeel couldn't help but to lick her chin clean.

It was obvious now, to Gajeel, that he'll never leave his mate, no matter how badly he needed to.

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A/N Hey guys! I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter. I promise that next chapter will have more action and such! Please vote, comment, share, follow, and spread the Gajevy/GaLe love. Until next time, my peeps!