"Erza" a low deep scratchy voice calls her "Erza, come" the voice was heard once again. The voice seems familiar yet distant, it sounded powerful and authoritative yet confined. Erza decided to follow where the mysterious voice leads her. The house is quiet and the people are soundly asleep. The place is dark and the moonlight from the wondow is the only thing that illuminated the place. She carefully places her toes, one step at a time trying her best to stay quiet and not to wake anyone up. She follows the voice that calls her again "Erza, come and free me" it said as she makes her way downstairs into the basement she heard the voice once more "Erza, I'll lend you my power, free me and awaken your true strength", she found herself in front of an old treasure chest protected by a rusty lock. She looked around and found an axe that she grabbed and used to cut the lock. Mixed of nervousness and excitement is what she feels. Slowly she lifted the lid upwards to open the old wooden chest. She found a long slender object wrapped in purple cloth.
She took it gently and with full of curiosity she unwrapped the mysterious object. It was a katana, no a nodachi that is longer that usual. It is very long, with a red sheath and hilt wrap. It has no cross-guard, and the sheath typically has a tattered cloth spiraling down it. She took it and stood up, she unsheathed the katana and weighed it on her hands twisted and tested it on the air. She started slashing and turning around as if fighting someone invisible. She stopped to feel it's weight as she adjust herself to it and tries to get used to it. The blade suddenly becomes encircled with energy rings with kanji on them, strange symbols appear on the blade as well,there is a burning energy emitting from it. It was so powerful that Erza unconsciously channels her ki into it making it more powerful. For some odd reason, Erza seemed consumed by its powers. Legend has it that who ever awakens the nodachi is taken over by the dragon spirit causing the wielder to go on killing sprees.The Reiki consumes large quantities of ki, and render users as nothing more than "dolls". Reiki can only be activated by those with special powers,those with Red Dragon blood, and has even awakened powers in some cases. When wielded by someone without special powers it is nothing more than a very long katana.
Erza and the reiki has now become one. She began to enter into a hazy trance. Becoming very focused and loosing the ability to think with reason or logic. She can only think of blood and death and every other thought is pushed aside. She suddenly thirst for blood and had this need to kill and nothing else will satisfy it. It was an addictive sensation. Her body begins to tremble, there's a tingly feeling in the space around her, all calm thoughts completely disappear and she is immersed and flooded with thoughts and images of violent actions of killing someone. Her saliva glands go into hyper-drive and the taste of blood fills her mouth. She began to get extremely thirsty and hungry and no matter what she will eat or drink it will not go away. Eventually all cognitive thoughts had left her and she can't think clearly- up is down and down is up. Her heart is pounding, her muscle are tense from being in fight or flight, and her emotions are amplified. She became a monster ready to devour it's prey.
Their mother Irene Belserion was awaken with fear as she felt the hellish presence and ran to her son's room to get some help, she knocked with full strength until the door opened with a sleepy red headed male "mom?" He asked but his eyes widened in fear as he began to feel the same presence "Hisoka, where's Erza? The reiki" she said trying to keep her calm "Uncle Gildarts" he answered and they both ran to the end of the hall to get the man who is already running downstairs to where the Reiki is hidden. They found Erza standing with with a reddish aura sorounding her as she held the nodachi tightly. She tilted her head to face her family with an evil grin that revealed a fang like teeth, fiery golden eye with a black snake like slit and dragon scales on some part of her body. She licked her lips as if she saw something delicious and has a great appetite for it. The three took a step backwards in fear "we're too late" The older red headed male said. Erza walked lazily forward, each stride produces an invisible force that pushes them back and tearing their clothes away. When she reached a decent distance she lifted her sword in an attempt to cut of their heads in one strike but even before the katana touches his brother's neck she fainted and blacked out.
They felt relieved but stayed frozen staring at the unconscious fairy. "Pick her up and bring her to her room" their mother instructed Hisoka as he swallowed the lump in his throat and complied "Gildarts you better hide it somewhere safe from the spiders and from Erza, I'll leave it to you" Irene instructed her brother who is resting his face on his hand but nodded in response before he went to pick the katana up and sheathed it as he wrapped it again with the purple cloth, placing it back to the chest replacing the lock and went somewhere to hide it.
Blood. It's all blood. Everywhere she laid her eyes on are all covered in blood. The disgusting smell of blood makes her gag and wants to throw up. She is in the middle of a dojo with a sword in her hand. At the far end she sees three dead bodies, they all had the same color of their hair- scarlet. She recognized the bodies. A pale-skinned young woman of average height with long, dark red hair, which is usually worn in a pair of massive waist-length braids that are tied together behind her back. It was her eldest sister Flare. When she looked at the other body she saw a petite young girl who bears a resemblance to her older sister. She has blue eyes, her red hair is tied up in two short pigtails with orange bows, it was her little sister Sherria. The last dead figure was a boy with long red hair, purple eyes, and freckles covering his face. It's her eldest brother Kite. Along so many students in the dojo all dead. Her heart was filled with anger and desire for revenge and justice. She saw a black haired boy about her age who is trying to stop a young man maybe a year or two older than her with blue hair to kill. But because of the darkness she can't see their faces but she knew they were involved in the crime. When she was about to be attacked the black haired boy wrapped her in his arms and protected her from the assailant and she once again saw a pool of blood gushing out from the boy.
Her eyes snap open, she is covered in a cold sweat, shaking, her heart pounding, she looked around the room suspicious and paranoid that the horror may have followed her, she gets up cautiously, shivering, rubs her head and eyes and tries to fully awaken. She wake as if it's an emergency, as if sleeping had become a dangerous thing. Her heart beats fast and there is a buzzing in her brain and together they are as panic with jump-leads. Only now hee brain is as a flat battery, the exertions of the night being a marathon of death and blood. And so this day will pass as if she is hungover, not from drink, but from the nightmares that demand solutions. She stumbles to the bathroom, looks in the mirror slowly, cautiously, as if not sure of what she'll see. The sun shines bright through the window, washing away the vestiges of the horror, leaving the victim relieved to return to their mundane existence.
"I will make them pay for their crimes" she said to her reflection in the mirror as she balled her hands into a fist her eyes full of hatred, disgust and determination. She felt tired and heavy but no recollection of the event last night with the Reiki. She blames her nightmares for how she feels. She went into her usual morning routine before going down to join her mother, uncle and older brother for breakfast as if nothing happened and they all acted normal trying their best to avoid discussing what happened. "This is going to be a great day" she encouraged herself as she stepped out of the house on her way to school.