A/N: This idea just popped into my head one day, so I decided to act on it and create a little story. I already have two others, but I don't neglect them, so there shouldn't be a problem with updating all three. I know, I'm a story freak. This is going to be modern AU, and I apologize if Levi seems out of character at first. Hope you like!~
*Somewhat based off the book Blood Like Poison*
*Thank you to my beta-reader, !*
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Chapter 1: Prologue
(? P.O.V)
Food and water.
Sources that were mandatory for the human body to survive, and were dangerous to live without. Food gave the body energy, while water hydrates and cleanses it to a healthy degree.
Blood.
The red liquid that circulates in the arteries and veins of humans and other vertebrate animals, carrying oxygen and carbon dioxide to and from the tissues of the body.
At least, that's what most people define it as. For me? Not really.
Blood is the only food and water I have. Blood is the only thing that keeps me alive, whether it's flowing through my veins and arteries, or presented to me as a meal from a day-to-day basis.
You're wondering why, right? It's simple. You know those mystical blood-suckers that you see on TV every now and then? You know, pale, red-eyed monsters that kill humans for entertainment and dinner? Yeah, well I'm one of those monsters. I guess I'm what you call a vampire.
I know what you're thinking now. 'Oh, he kills innocent people for food,' and 'He's a merciless, callous being that glitters in the sun and manipulates people's minds.'
First of all, hell no. Humans are disgusting, and I hate drinking from them. For some unexplainable reason, nearly every human I ever drink from tastes the same. Only a rare few have a decent enough taste for me to devour. Even so, I don't kill unless it's necessary, and so far it hasn't been. I usually lure them in to take what I need, and then wipe their memories clean right after so they don't remember a thing. The process is painless, but I couldn't really care less if it hurt or not.
Second of all, I'm not merciless. I may be a bit callous at times (admittedly) but that's only because I don't take other people's bullshit. And whoever the fuck made up the feature of glittering in the sun is a dumbass, because I definitely don't do that. The only part that's really true about those statements is that I can manipulate other's minds. It's as easy as walking up and talking to them, and I've been doing it for years.
Us vampires don't need any charms or spells to walk in broad daylight. The sun doesn't affect us like people think it does. Over the years, our bodies have created a tolerance to it that makes us nearly the same as a human, despite the blood-sucking part. I prefer walking and feeding during the nighttime, but not all of us are like that. Like I said, some leeches kill for the pleasure of it and take whatever they want just for fun. Which is why I mainly keep to myself. Sticking a nose in other vampires' affairs is consuming as hell and only causes problems for yourself.
Which brings me to what I am doing right now.
Feeding has never been a fun occasion for me, especially when I have to blend myself in with the humans just to lure one in. I can take either male or female, but preferably women. They are much more susceptible to mind control and weaker than the males are, plus they aren't as much of a hassle. It is much harder to convince a male to walk away with a complete stranger than it is for a willing, fickle female from a club or bar.
The club I'm at tonight is probably one of the most popular in Los Angeles to date, consisting of hundreds, maybe even a thousand people. It's large, though cramped and I'd be damned if I let any of the sweaty ass dancers touch me with their filthy hands as I walk through the crowd, searching for a convenient meal.
When it comes to feeding, I hardly do so. Ever since I was turned, almost every human I had come across had the same, fowl blood that tasted bitter on my tongue. There are only a select few that I can actually drink from. Even though I can't afford to be picky in these situations, I can't help it. I find these beings utterly disgusting without their blood added to it.
Tch. Do none of these brats have a decent blood cell in their body?
I cursed under my breath when I was nudged around by dancing clubbers, clearly too distracted to actually care who they run into. Hell, they're probably busy trying to find their next victim to grind on. And there's no fucking way that I'm going to be that person.
None of these humans had even decent smelling blood. The aroma wafting off of their bodies was repulsive, and I couldn't help but wrinkle my nose in disgust as my stomach churned nauseously. There was no way that I was feeding off of one of them. I took several more sniffs before finding my way out through a large gap, making a beeline for the bar. I requested the bartender to pour me a glass of red wine, the only thing that could stall the urge to rip off everyone's head and drink.
Handling the glasses' rim with care I took a sip of the slightly bitter liquid, setting it down and tightening my cravat around my neck. It was a good think I could adjust my body's temperature to a comfortable degree, because it was damn hot in here and I would go mad if I began to sweat.
It was always like this. Going through the trouble of finding a decent meal was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. A giant haystack. It's been nearly two weeks since I had last fed, and if I didn't find suitable blood soon, I would go into a rage and kill everything in sight. It happened once before, when I was fairly young. I went damn near insane without blood, draining every living thing I could get my hands on. Ever since then, I've been careful to feed regularly. But being picky wasn't helping me, and neither was the distasteful blood permeating the air.
"Hello, handsome. All alone tonight?"
My eyes flickered to the side of me, taking in the sight of a petite woman who was eyeing me rather lustfully. As always, I took a whiff and inwardly cringed at the smell of her blood. This woman was undoubtedly a prostitute, her blood tainted and the smell of sex wafting off of her like perfume. I wanted to snarl at her and send her on her way, but decided against it to ensure that I wouldn't fall into bloodlust out of anger.
"I am," I replied dully, taking another sip of wine. "What's it to you?"
The raven-haired woman smiled seductively, scooting a bit too closely for my liking as she placed her hands in her lap. She had no doubt done this before and was just getting started. "It must be rather boring to be all by your lonesome. And, by the looks of what you're drinking, you're going to be up for a long night." She nodded towards my alcoholic beverage, trailing a hand down her arm.
And there it was. The hook. I covered up my disgust and kept my face completely serene, not sparing the woman any emotion as I continued to stare at her. She must have thought that I was looking for a hooker to aimlessly fuck, but no. That was the last thing I was here for. "Observant, aren't you?" I responded stoically, raising an eyebrow at her. The woman gave a light-hearted laugh, not the least bit fazed of my blunt attitude.
"I tend to be when my surroundings consist of someone so striking." Jesus, she was really laying it on thick wasn't she? "But really, what's got you sitting here looking so glum all by yourself?" she tried again, and this time I thought I'd humor her.
"I'm here to drink. Nothing more, nothing less." Proving my point, I took another sip of wine, almost downing it in one go. I forced myself to slow down, for the stress of not having a meal was starting to wash over me and consume me. I was going to have to be really careful if I wanted to stay sane.
"If you were here to drink, you would have ordered something stronger." She pointed out, giving a knowing grin. I clicked my tongue, averting my eyes from her form to gaze out at the many other people who were sitting at the bar.
"What is it that you're implying?" I narrowed my eyes back at her, and she stifled a giggle behind a satin glove-covered hand. This conversation was not doing well to keep me calm, and I was quickly losing the restraint I had on myself to bark at her.
"It just seems like you need a little assistance, is all." She cooed, finally deciding to put herself in drive and sidle up to my form, wrapping an arm that smelled artificially of flowers around my shoulder and pressing her breasts to the side of my arm, making a shudder of revolt going down my spine. She trailed her hand up towards my cravat, lightly tugging on it and making me grit my teeth in annoyance. "I can help you any way you want for just a teensy little fee. I promise you won't regret it," she smiled, then added. "What do you say?"
There was only so much I could take from this, and my irritation should have been readable but the woman was too inversed in her own thoughts to acknowledge how I was truly feeling, and that was disgust. Scoffing, I decided to get rid of her once and for all, and the quickest way was to use my power.
Turning my head and forcing myself to stay tranquil, I looked into her chocolate-brown orbs, my eyes flashing a vibrant red before quickly receding back to their slate-grey color. "I am not interested in you, nor will I ever be. Remove yourself from me and go find someone else to bug. Now."
I put as much emphasis on the last word as I could, growling it out as her eyes glazed over and she took her arms away, rising to her feet and turning her back on me without another word. She disappeared into the array of humans, probably finding her next partner to mingle with. Not that I cared. That conversation was beginning to grate on my nerves.
Hissing through my teeth, I ran a hand through my raven-colored hair and downed the last of my wine. It was too dangerous for me to be here right now, especially in my current state. Had I not reeled back the monster within, I would have snapped that prostitute's neck without a hint of remorse. Not being able to fully control my body's actions was my biggest fear and it had yet to happen if I didn't feed.
I was quickly running out of options.
I need fresh air, I thought bitterly, standing from my seat and throwing some bills that I hadn't even seen how much they covered at the bartender and taking long strides to cover up the distance between me and the exit. Not even sparing the bouncer a passing glance, I exited onto the steps of the club and began my walk down the barren streets. It was strange; usually there would be pedestrians heading towards the club on foot or cars barreling down the streets, but there wasn't a single presence in sight.
I stopped a few hundred feet away, propping myself against a building's wall as its awning shadowed my form, making it difficult for me to be spotted if someone had walked by. In times like these, I really craved a cigarette. Although the effects do not take a toll on my body, I decided to break the habit because of the smell it emits. Smelling like tobacco was fucking sickening, and would make me even more unapproachable then I already was.
Taking a deep breath, I stopped mid-way when a delicious smell met my nose, my senses running on high alert.
This smell was different.
I instantly knew that what I had smelled was blood, but it wasn't ordinary blood. The aroma had consisted of warm vanilla, strawberries and blueberries, and flowers all in one. I stiffened, my eyes flashing back to their monstrous form as my mouth began to water. Not literally, of course.
This smelled so goddamn appetizing that I had nearly forgotten all reason because of it, almost deciding to break out in a run towards the fragrance and find out just what the hell it was coming from. Never in my entire life had I smelled something this amazing. I was so eager that I could almost taste it on my tongue.
Taking measured steps, I followed the aroma to its owner while taking several turns through dark alleyways. My eyes adjusted to the dark naturally, allowing me to see everything clearly as if it was still daytime. I was getting closer, that much I was sure of. The smell was getting stronger each time I took a calculated step towards it.
Finally, I was going to have a suitable dinner for once in my fucking life. I was constantly on the move for a meal wherever I went, wanting something to quench my thirst. At this point, I didn't give a rat's ass of who or what the blood came from. As long as I was able to sink my teeth into it and drain it dry, I would be content.
Sounds of scuffling met my ears when I turned the corner of a long, dark alleyway, causing red flags to go up in my mind. Somehow, the sound was familiar to me, but at the same time it wasn't. The aroma had definitely lead me here, and I inhaled again for good measure. Yeah, no doubt about it. It was here.
I looked to the end of the alley to see three large figures, presumably men, crouching over what looked to be a smaller body, most likely a woman. Suddenly, a loud whimper echoed off of the walls, causing me to tense harshly. I took another sniff.
The blood didn't belong to the men, it belonged to the woman they were leaning over. And then I realized something that I hadn't before. It all made sense now.
They were leaning over her because they were attacking her.
In a regular situation, I would have just waved a dismissive hand and say 'screw it' while leaving and going on my way. Like I had said before, I didn't get involved in scuffles unless they had something to do with me, or I was trapped and had no way of escaping. It proved to be a nuisance if I had helped some random brat on the street. But that was a normal circumstance, involving a person with mild-tasting blood that wasn't to get worked up over.
This time, I wasn't going to let this go though. I finally had a chance to get some decent fucking blood in my system before I went and destroyed everything, and I wouldn't take it for granted. If killing these humans is what I would have to do to get to my meal, I would do it. Taking measured steps towards the three men, I listened in on the grunts and curses they were exploiting between themselves.
"Dammit, stop squirming you bitch! I've just about had enough of you!" one man seethed, his face concealed with a dark ski mask just like his buddies. He was holding the woman down by her auburn-colored hair, a knee place on her back and pushing her down onto the cold concrete as his friends restrained her hands and covered her mouth. He was right; she had been wiggling around while trying to find a way to get out of their grip, but it was no use. They overpowered her by two men.
"I'm going first," the one holding her hair said, a wicked grin on his face as he pushed his knee down harder on the woman's back, making her emit a cry of pain. "Well boys, we managed to get ourselves a nice piece of ass!"
His friends let out whoops of agreement, the one holding her mouth closed lifting her head ever so slightly to peer into her face. The view was blocked when he did so, and I couldn't see her features. "We're going to treat you real nicely, girl. You're going to love every bit of it." He sneered. What happened next was unexpected.
The man shouted when he whipped his hand away, rustic blood flowing out of what appeared to be a bite wound. I was surprised this girl still had the guts to fight back, even when she was outnumbered.
"You fucking bitch!" he spat, and the girl let out an ear piercing scream, causing me to stop in my tracks and cover my ears with my hands. In my current state, my ears were ultra-sensitive to sound since all of my senses were heightened. I clicked my tongue in annoyance as she fought back even harder than before, thrashing around violently and making it hard for the men to hold her down.
"Somebody help me, please!" she cried as loudly as she could, begging the dark abyss that was the sky to save her from her attackers. Her pleas weren't heard, however. The man who she had bitten swung a fist down that contained an object that I couldn't see, hitting her over the head and causing her cries to cease.
When he brought his hand back up, I was able to see what he was holding. My veins lit with fury, causing a deep scowl to etch on my face. He held a jagged rock that was the size of his palm in his grasp, the woman's sweet blood dripping off of it like nectar. The dumbass was letting it go to waste, how pitiful.
The smell had hit me ten times harder now that she was bleeding, the gash in her head allowing blood to flow freely from it and pool onto the ground beneath her. It would have been a repulsive thing to see if it weren't for the addicting scent coming off of the surface.
"Idiot! We can't kill her yet, we haven't even started!" the leader snapped, letting her head drop into her own pool of blood. He began to bicker back and for with the other two men, his hands making erratic gestures.
"Forget it, let's just get this over with." He said, motioning towards the half-dead brunette. "I don't feel like fucking a dead body."
Disgusting. Humans were truly disgusting creatures. To violate someone of their own kind and purposely hurt them was to be a disgraceful being. I was no different, for I had done the same in the past. But to rape someone? No one had deserved that. It was pure immorality.
Che, fucking scumbags.
Finally deciding to make my presence known, I removed my hands from my ears, stopping just a few feet away from the human scum. My blood was boiling over at the thought of them continuing where they left off, and I had wanted nothing more than to tear them to pieces. I was against killing if unnecessary, but right now I would make a damn exception.
"Oi," I called to them, cracking my knuckles threateningly. The men turned around at the sound of my voice, visibly stiffening and going into defensive stances. "Don't you humans have any fucking manners whatsoever?"
"Shit!" the leader of the bunch cursed audibly, retracting his hands from the woman's body and reaching a hand in his pocket to pull out a knife. How comical, he thought he could use such a useless toy on me. "Who the hell is this shorty?!"
"I'm the person who's going to end your useless existence." I growled, my eyes burning red with the need to kill when he insulted my height. Not that I didn't hear it often, but it still pissed me off nonetheless. I felt my incisors grow a few millimeters, poking my lip and asking to be let out. I complied, giving the bastards a sadistic smile. "You scumbags don't deserve to live on this Earth."
The three of them shivered in fear at seeing just how red my eyes were, the sight of my fangs chilling them to the bone as I prodded forward slowly, aiming to separate them from my meal. The smell was egging me on, taunting me and trying to make me fall into a blood rage. I denied its request; I was too close now to fall into a killing fit. Not when I would be able to feed at this moment. Scrambling to their feet, they all pulled out old-fashioned switch blades, pointing them at me threateningly. "Stop! Don't come closer or we'll kill you!" the man snapped, his hand shaking though he was slightly oblivious.
I rolled my eyes, not stopping my descent towards the three of them. I found their terror amusing, and I knew that I would enjoy ripping them apart, limb from limb. "Shit, oh no! You found my weakness, small knives!" I cried in mock fright, pretending have a heart attack as I held a hand to my chest. I was allowed to have a little bit of humor, right? I really fucking hope so.
The man's eyes flashed, his gaze flickering towards the bleeding woman before grabbing her by her hair again, dragging her to make her stand against his chest. He lifted up her face, placing the blade against her throat and pressing it there gently. "If you come any closer, I'll kill the bitch! I really will!"
I felt my eyes widen the slightest bit upon seeing the girl's face for the first time. A stream of her blood dripped down the side of her face, but it was otherwise unmarred as her eyes were closed, her ivory skin flushed because of the cold. Her plump, rosy lips parted with uneven breaths as she panted, trying to latch onto her consciousness. Long lashes fluttered against her cheeks as she tried to open her eyes, but couldn't. I wasn't smitten with the brat; hell no. But I would admit that she was attractive, just like how her blood was. She was the perfect fit to something so…enticing.
I smirked, licking one of the fangs in my mouth as I pictured puncturing her delicate throat and sucking all of the blood that flowed throughout her body. If I was to get my meal, I would have to make this quick. It didn't look as if she would live much longer, and these men were entirely in the way.
Snapping out of my stupor, I glared at the men heatedly. "Sorry to disappoint you, but that is damn well not going to happen. I've grown tired of hearing your bullshit, so just disappear."
Before any of them could make a move towards me, I lunged.
I blanked in and out of consciousness as I felt my elongated fingernails plunge into the first throat I could grab onto, ripping out the man's vocal cords before he could yell. Ignoring the urge to clean myself thoroughly, I decapitated him, slicing his head clean off his body and relishing the kill. It had been too long since I had taken the life of a scum.
Reaching down and picking up the knife he didn't have the chance to use, I went on to the next man, the one who had bashed her head in with a rock. He decided the most pain for inflicting it on someone who was defenseless, and a woman, no less. Snarling, I sprinted towards him, smirking in satisfaction as the knife I held plunged through his eye-socket, causing him to scream in pain and reach for the imbedded weapon. But I wasn't done, no. Not yet. With barely registered speed, I plucked it out of his eye, doing the same to the other while digging my fingers into his throat, watching humorlessly as his head rolled, just like his friends.
And then there were three of us.
Turning back to the one I saved for last, I eyed the bastard dangerously while baring my teeth at him. He had been frozen with fear, his body wracked with shivers as he hadn't moved from his spot at all. The woman still stood captive in his arms, the knife just barely digging into the smooth skin of her throat. I chuckled darkly, knowing full well just how afraid he was of me. The shitstick should have known just what he had gotten himself into.
"Don't piss your pants just yet," I mocked, taking calculated steps towards my last kill. I was eager to wrap my hands around his throat and snap his spine in two. "I was just getting to the fun part." Christ, maybe I really was merciless.
The leader trembled, his grip on the woman shaking her body as well as he couldn't control it. He reeked of the stench of fear, his pheromones permeating the air around us and further raising my bile. I had to push that feeling down to continue my stride forward. Letting out a terrified yell, the abuser released the woman from his grip, allowing her knees to buckle beneath her and send her careening to the floor. He fell back on his ass and began to scoot backwards in an attempt to flee. It was sickly amusing to me.
"Absolutely pitiful. I knew you didn't have the balls to actually go through with your act," I sneered vehemently, flexing a hand at my side as I walked around the woman's body to get to him. I was so close; close enough to grab her and feed right then and there, but I resisted the urge and kept stalking towards the scum on the ground. "Don't even think for a second that I'm going to allow you to escape. I wouldn't want some little shit like you wandering around and trying to raise suspicion, the trouble I would have to go through to hide my identity would be a pain in the ass."
"P-P-Please!" he begged, continuing his scramble backwards. I could see the faint glimmer of tears just behind his mask, but I felt no remorse whatsoever. The fucker deserved a slow, painful death. "I swear I won't do anything like this ever again! Just please, l-let me go!"
I watched in amusement as the bastard began to beg for his life over and over again, glaring down at him like he was mud on my shoes. He really was lower than dirt, and a dumbass to boot. Turning my neck to the side and cracking it, I let out a sarcastic snort. "Tch. I don't give a damn if you wouldn't do this again. Pricks like you don't deserve to live. Honestly, I think even my kind gets along better than yours." Peering into the man's eyes, I gave him one last evil smirk. "Enough. You're stalling my feeding, rat."
Before the leader could even blink, I was in front of him, jabbing my hand through his chest and watching his eyes roll back into his head as the life drained out of him. I squeezed around the most important organ in the chest cavity; his heart. Sneering, I watched the light fade from his eyes as I ripped it out, the disgusting red liquid sloshing over my shirt before he fell back and hit the ground, dead as roadkill.
The gruesome, bloody murders I had just committed had repulsed me to no end, but they were necessary. Beings like them shouldn't even be allowed to breathe my air. Think of it as putting them out of their misery, or squashing a pesky bug. Clicking my tongue, I threw the still beating heart onto the man's corpse, turning my back on him. I had no reason to acknowledge him now.
The woman laid unmoving on the ground, her blood not stifled and flowing onto her neck and clothes. As I approached her, I took out a spare handkerchief from my pocket to wipe my hands clean of the blood staining them. Although, they were probably just going to get dirty again. The smell of her blood was luring me in and hell, it nearly drove me to the brink as I stopped beside her, crouching down to her level.
Her auburn bangs were covering her eyes, crusting over with blood as her breathing was labored. She was still alive, but just barely. Part of me felt guilty that I had to drink from someone who was half-dead, but I quickly ignored the feeling when I smelt the delectable liquid dripping from her head wound. It was too intoxicating to dismiss.
I reached an arm out to grab her around her shoulders and lift her into a sitting position, careful not to snag her hair on the buttons of my arm cuffs. She let out a small groan, signaling that she was indeed in pain. There was nothing I could do about that, though. I could always put her under some sort of trance, but her eyes were closed; they would have to be open for me to use my ability.
I winced when I realized that she was lighter than I expected. No, that wasn't right. Someone as young as her should have been at least a couple pounds heavier, but she felt nearly as light as a child and I had no problem cradling her to my chest. She looked almost too small against my slightly bigger frame.
Pushing some of her hair away from her neck, I leaned in and took a deep breath, a rumble of approval vibrating in my throat. My fangs itched in anticipation, waiting to sink themselves into the junction between her shoulder and neck. I knew one thing for sure; that she wouldn't live through this process.
As much as I hated unnecessary death, I would have to make an exception this time even if I hated it. It was either one person's life, or a hundred people's lives. This woman would be saving other innocents from my wrath, so her sacrifice was mandatory. Of course I felt ashamed of myself for coming so close to losing control, and this would surely be a grave reminder of my mistakes.
Tired of waiting, I ran a thumb over the blood that marred her cheek, bringing it to my mouth for a small taste of what I was missing. As soon as it met my tongue I shuddered in pleasure, a burst of flavor flooding my taste-buds and sending me damn near speechless. I was right; it was fruity, flowery, and sweet all at the same time. A worthy meal just like I thought it would be.
I lowered my head, opening my mouth wide and preparing to sink my teeth into the vein that was popping against her skin. I was so close to my goal. So close to becoming quenched.
"Don't…"
Stopping my movements, I froze in place as I just barely heard the weak voice speak next to me ear. Lifting my head from her shoulder, I caught the gaze of a pair of the deepest azure eyes I have ever seen. They had held an array of emotions; fear, desperation, pain, weakness.
What I hadn't expected to see was the understanding in their blue depths.
My eyes widened in confusion and incredulity. You would think that if someone was about to be killed they would hold an extreme amount of hate for their killer, but not her. I almost wondered if she had been through something similar before with my kind, but the thought was absurd. Had she gone through the same thing in the past, she would have not survived. Which brings me to wonder why she would hold apprehension in her heart.
Damnit…
I wanted to move forward and end this scenario as quickly as possible, leaving after I received my fill. But I couldn't. All I could do was stare in astonishment at the human girl that was rapidly succumbing to the darkness. Even on her deathbed, she fought to live and continued to be strong-willed. I growled, the frustration beginning to show on my face as I contemplated what to do next.
Every part of my body was screaming at me not to harm her, to help her. I almost felt like I hadn't owned any part of my body anymore. The vampire instincts that were previously in control receded, disappearing in the depths of my mind as my senses began to shut down, imploring me to feel like a human again.
What the fuck is wrong with me?! Why can't I just feed on her already?!
What shocked me the most is that the bloodlust I had been feeling earlier had also disappeared, along with the urge to kill everyone and everything just to satiate my thirst. For some unexplainable reason, this woman had an effect on me that no other creature has ever had before. It was almost as if she had reached up and put a dog collar around my neck.
The thumping of her heartbeat had slowed down to a dangerously slow rate, barely beating enough for her to pump blood through her veins. Her eyes were shut completely now, and I had almost missed seeing their cobalt depths which further irritated me. Never had I felt these emotions plague me before, and it was starting to really piss me off that I couldn't reign them in.
Now that I couldn't feed off of her, what was I supposed to do with her? I wanted to leave her there; get away from her as soon as possible so I could collect my bearings. But my body would not follow my instruction. Gritting my teeth, I barked at her. "Oi! What the hell is it that you want from me?! Why don't you stop using that accursed hold on me and just let me feed?!"
No response.
What was it that she wanted?
Save, save, save.
The thoughts I hadn't come up with chanted over and over in my mind, making me want to tear my hair out. If I couldn't feed on this woman, she was of no further use to me. Unless…
Another thought filled my mind, this time of my own doing as I glared down at the nearly dead female. It was the brightest of ideas, but it just might work.
Between my species and theirs, it was a rare occasion that a deal was made. Usually this deal consisted of allowing the vampire access to the humans' blood whenever they wished, and in return the human was allowed one major request. Fame, fortune, whatever they had wanted…all for the simple price of being a personal blood-bank. Personally, I had always loathed the idea, but with how scarce decent blood was these days I might just have to change my mind. It's not like I couldn't grant this little brat's wish, I was perfectly capable of doing so.
A deep sigh left me when I had made up my mind. Knowing full well that I was going to regret this shit later, I pulled back the sleeve of my arm, my pale skin catching the light of the moon as the veins in my wrist popped, stark against the surface. Bringing my arm to my face, I gently sunk my fangs into my wrist. My own blood poured into my mouth and I shivered in disgust as I forced myself to swallow it, taking out my incisors and bringing the bleeding wrist down to the woman's mouth.
At first, she was unresponsive as my wrist was pushed against her lips, waiting for her to comply. I clicked my tongue in annoyance, pushing harder against them. "Open your mouth and drink, if you want to live."
After a few moments, the woman obliged, just barely parting her lips and wrapping them around my wrist. Although she had not bitten me, it still felt strange as hell to be someone's blood donor for a change. And for a human, no less. I could feel the pull of my blood entering her body, heading straight for her head wound and healing it. The injury scabbed over, stifling the blood. Her skin had also began taking on a darker shade instead of the unhealthy paleness it had to it, making her look less sickly. When her heartbeat had resumed a healthy pace, I took my wrist away, allowing the marks I had inflicted upon myself to heal over.
The woman's eyes snapped open, more vibrant than ever as she stared up at me in amazement. There was no fear this time, only wonder. It was intriguing to know that she wasn't afraid of me like those dead bastards had been. Even the sight of blood covering me hadn't fazed her.
She opened her mouth to speak, and I raised an eyebrow in question. What would she say to me now? "W-What are you going to do with me?"
Her voice had still sounded feeble and tired, but that didn't stop her from asking the question that had lingered in her brain. I admired her straightforwardness, however, and my lips twitched in slight amusement. What a question to ask right after your life had been saved.
"You are just going to have to be patient and see for yourself. But right now, you need to sleep."
I was not asking her, I was ordering her. My eyes flashed their usual crimson color before vanishing, manipulating the woman into submission as her eyes glazed over, her eyelids fluttering before closing completely. She fell into a deep slumber, her breaths much more even than they were before. I still cringed at the sight of how dirty she was, but ignored the feeling as I lifted her light body into my arms. I shifted her in my hold so I was holding her bridal style, scowling at how soft I had become in mere moments. I didn't really have an idea of what I would do with her. For now, I would just have to take her to my home. The unease I felt was apparent, and I wondered how the others would react if I had brought a human into our tiny coven. Hopefully they'd stick to reason and refrain from going ape-shit on me, it was already beginning to be a long night.
Shaking my head, I exited the alley-way with the girl in my arms and leaving the bodies of the three men I had slaughtered behind, hoping that they were having an enjoyable time burning in hell. My eyes flickered briefly to the woman's face. It had a gentle expression to it, one of peace that had almost made me feel the same. Almost.
I was going to bring her to my home, and yet…I didn't even catch her name.
Shit.
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How was that for a first chapter?
It was much longer than I expected it to be, but it was because it was Levi's P.O.V. These next couple chapters are going to be my OC'S P.O.V, and not his. Hmm, I wonder what her name could be? (;
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