A/N: Hellloooo, my fanfiction friends! At last, I have a new chapter story for you! This one is more dark and twisty than my other stories, but I think you'll really like this one. I have been wanting to start posting this story for awhile now, and FINALLY, it's ready for your viewing pleasure. I am 30 chapters in, with the next two already in-progress, plus the whole thing is already mapped out, so don't worry about me flaking on you as I have with FTH in the past. Also, this is just the prologue, an introduction of sorts, which is why it is hella short. So stick around and see where this ride takes you, I don't think you'll be disappointed!


Title: Twist of Fate

Summary: Lucy is the Queen of the Fairy Tail vampire coven—the strongest most feared coven among vampire kind. However, there is another coven that is trying to take their place and rule over Fiore. Natsu is a human prisoner of this coven and detests vampires. What twist of fate brings these two together, and will they be able to look past their differences and form a relationship?

Genre: Romance/Fantasy AU

Rating: M—For language, suggestive content, and future lemons.


Twist of Fate

Prologue: Her Crown, His Life, Their Fate

A young woman stood in front of a full-length mirror, taking in her elaborately made-up appearance. She wore a glittering black gown that fell around her calves and towering silver heels with emerald green jewels, dotting the straps that wrapped around her calves. A long-sleeved robe of royal purple that touched her ankles with silver thread around the trim completed the ensemble.

Her golden hair fell in waves down to her mid-back and a small silver tiara with emerald jewels placed throughout sat atop her head. Her eyes were a chocolate brown but they were rimmed in dark red, and gleamed back at her through the mirror.

She sighed heavily at her reflection. It wasn't that she didn't like her appearance, quite the contrary, she rather appreciated the way the bust of her gown made her breasts appear larger than normal—not that she needed the help. No, it wasn't the way she looked that had her sighing in dismay—it was the reason she had been so done-up.

"Time to go, Lucy."

Lucy turned toward the voice, fighting back the tears in her eyes. Makarov stood there, dressed in a black suit, a solemn look set on his face.

"Do not fear, child," he told her, voice reassuring. "You'll do great."

She nodded, and tried for some semblance of a smile. It must have fallen short, though, because Makarov's eyes fell slightly.

"You're going to make an excellent Queen, Lucy, just as your mother was." He patted her arm and this time she managed a smile.

"Thank you," she said, brushing tears from her eyes. "I hope I am half the Queen she is—was."

"Let us not dwell on the past," Makarov suggested. "Today is a celebration! Let's be happy!" He quirked her a goofy smile, which made her giggle.

"Alright, let's do this."

"All rise as Council member Makarov places the crown!"

The vampires all rose as one, as the small man stepped forward, carrying a velvet pillow with a brilliant, golden crown sitting atop it. Fiery red rubies and emerald green gems were placed throughout the intricate design.

Lucy took a knee before the man, and he placed the crown on her head.

"Do whatever you think is right. That is the true way of a Fairy Tail Queen," he intoned. "And if you really want to change the world, you must do so with your own hands. Take care of your coven, and be the Queen we all know you're meant to be."

Lucy blinked back tears as she stood up straight, facing her coven.

"All hail Lucy Heartfilia, Queen of Fairy Tail Coven!" Makarov called out, arms spread wide, then took a knee before her.

"All hail Lucy Heartfilia, Queen of Fairy Tail Coven!" came the collective reply, as all fell to their knees before her.

Her gaze scanned the crowd, taking in her family, the people she would now rule. She would now be responsible for their lives. It was a big job for such a young vampire, but if her mother believed in her, then she could too.


A boy of about sixteen walked with a purposeful stride as he made his way through the dark alleys. His destination: a small hut with a straw roof and a hammock for a bed, hidden deep within the woods where no human ever dared venture. He was safe there—relatively.

He held a small bundle under his left arm—half a loaf of bread, two fish, and some firewood. He raced through the trees expertly, having already memorized this route, even in the pitch darkness. He was grinning from ear-to-ear, more than pleased with his haul. He was anxious to get back to his friend and show him what he had gotten after his long day's work. Well, work was a bit of an exaggeration, but he decided he wouldn't mention that.

He was nearing his hut when he smacked face-first into something solid and hard.

He oofed and fell hard onto his back, cracking his head on a rock as he did. Stars danced in his eyes and his vision started to cloud over.

A blurry face appeared over his, but he couldn't make out any distinguishing features as the blackness swallowed him.

When he awoke, he was lying on a cold, hard floor, concrete if he had to guess, and covered in straw and dirt. The ceiling overhead was a dark concrete as well and had vines growing out of it, falling down a few feet and dripping with water. A drop plopped onto his forehead and he wiped it away before trying to sit up.

"Gah, my head hurts," he groaned, rubbing at the back of his head and feeling a huge bump there. "What happened?"

"Poor darling."

The boy froze at the sound of the feminine voice, feeling gooseflesh rise on his skin at the lilting tone.

He turned, slowly, toward the voice.

A woman with flowing black hair stood before him, wrapped in a skimpy blue dress that barely covered her backside and covered even less of her front. He averted his gaze and frowned at the room.

"Where am I?" he demanded, feigning bravery he didn't really feel.

"You are in a vampire prison, young boy," the woman replied, and when he turned back to her he saw a malicious smirk on her lips. He worked to keep the shock off of his face.

"V-Vampire?" he stammered, unable to keep his voice from wavering.

The woman's grin widened. "Yes, dear boy, and you are a tasty little treat." She licked her lips for emphasis.

"But-vampires don't exist!" he insisted, green eyes flicking around the room once more, this time looking for escape options. He saw only one way out, a small door right behind the vampire.

Vampire.

He swallowed hard and resisted the urge to shudder like a huge wimp.

The woman raised an eyebrow at him, then lunged forward. In a flash, he was pinned against the wall and her teeth were at his neck. He yelped like the huge wimp he was and tried to push her away, but she didn't so much as budge under his touch.

"Let me show you that we do, indeed, exist."

Her mouth pressed against his neck, and then sharp teeth grazed his skin. He shuddered, unable to hold back any longer. Her teeth—no, her fangs—pierced his skin.

He cried out loudly as the most excruciating pain filled him, starting at his neck and traveling all the way down his body, lighting his blood on fire.

She drank from him until he felt faint and blackness began to swallow him once more, but before he fell into oblivion, he heard the woman whisper,

"Welcome to Sabertooth coven, Natsu Dragneel."


A/N: Super short chapter, as I said earlier, but I still hope it was enough to entice you into reading more! Thank you all for reading this and please continue! Leave me some reviews to let me know your thoughts; your comments all mean so much to me and give me so much inspiration to keep writing. See you for my next update!

Stele.

PS: TOF will update every Monday from now on.

Beta: Katie Dragneel.