The night was silent, the half-moon setting the forest in a silver light. Above the forest stood three large mountains cutting through the night sky like jagged knifes. And hidden on those mountains, so perfectly done it would be impossible to by the naked eye, a castle stood, ominous yet grand looking over the landscape bellow. But a scream rang through the mountains, it was high and terrified; and came from the castle.
A body of a woman fell to the floor, her eyes wide with shock, mouth open in a silent scream. A knife protruded from her chest, beautiful and glistening. A pale figure looked down on her, his red eyes slowly turning grey again, his porcelain skin and pristine clothes flecked with blood.
"How disgusting" he muttered peeling off his gloves, coat, cravat and waist coat; he wouldn't touch this whore's blood again. She'd been so willing to be with him, happily given her neck to him; but her beauty left within the ten years she accompanied him. And her blood changed, from sweet to sour, to bitter and rotten, so she had to be disposed of.
"Petra!" he called and a servant rushed in. Her eyes went straight to the body but instead of fear or disgust, it was annoyance.
"Prince Levi" she sighed, "You can't keep doing this with every possible bride; no one will want to be your bride if you continue to kill them."
Levi said nothing, but his lips went into a childish pout as he kicked the body; he couldn't give less of a fuck if no one wanted to be his bride, he didn't even want one…well a female one anyway.
"Her blood tasted foul and she had no idea of personal space or hygiene, now take those clothes and the body and burn them, I don't want them."
The small servant forced down an exasperated sigh as she bowed, "As you wish my prince."
As the body was removed Levi stalked over to his window, the moon had three hours until it disappeared; plenty of time for his uncle to give him the lecture and how useless he was. But first, the blood, that woman hadn't even died properly, who gets blood on a five hundred year old carpet anyway?
"Should probably have killed her outside…" he muttered as he filled up a bucket and grabbed a cloth; he didn't trust anyone else to clean his room.
"My Prince?" Petra called, knocking on the ox blood red door, "What?" came the grouchy reply, must be cleaning. "Your uncle Kenny has arrived, he demands your presence." Levi cursed colourfully from the other side of the door, "Tell him I'll be ten minutes."
"Or just open the door" An angry low voice sneered making both Petra and Levi jump. The door opened slowly, Levi knew what was coming, especially if the vampire in question had come up to his private quarters.
Faster than Levi was expecting his uncles hand flew around his throat and shoved him into the wardrobe, the door shutting Petra outside.
"YOU IMPOSSIBLE WORM!" He roared, his red eyes burning and fangs elongating, "THE THIRD ONE IN THIS CENTURAY!" He chucked Levi onto the floor where he fell hard; hurriedly scrambling to his feet, Levi braced himself for another attack.
"If I had a human for every time I wanted to rip out my own throat at your stupidity, THE HUMAN RACE WOULD BE EXTICNT!" And he swiped his clawed hand at his nephew cutting deep gashes in his cheek. Levi snarled back his eyes going red before diving at Kenny, all too happy to try and rip out his throat. Kenny moved out the way but Levi still managed to grapple him to the floor, the wood splintering beneath them.
"She was nothing but a whore!" he shouted, pressing his nails into his uncles neck, "And her blood had gone rotten, she'd been unfaithful to me." But Kenny wasn't really listening, well who would when you're releasing a hundred years of suppressed anger? With another roar Kenny flipped them over forcing them both through the floor, the wood and stone ripping up Levi's back and shoulders as they went down five floors before landing in one of the lounges.
Levi tried swiping and kicking to get Kenny off him, but the vampire had over 3 thousand more years' experience and he stayed firm. There was little chance of him getting out of this one, so Levi desperately thought up a plan; and then it hit him.
"How about this" Levi chocked as the stone cold hands tightened around his throat, "I chose my own bride."
Kenny's grip loosened around his nephews neck; his red eyes losing their fire ever so slightly as he burst into roaring laughter.
"Ahahaha You, chose yourself a bride?! Hahaha, you'll never manage…You're on."
Levi allowed himself to be pulled up by his uncle as his back began stitching itself back together; the fucker was going to pay for that. Kenny marched over to Levi's personal chair and plonked himself down, crossing his legs and pressing his fingertips together in a business like fashion. Levi wasn't sure he was calm enough to tell his uncle to get out of his personal seat.
"So my dear nephew, I'll agree to your suggestion, on two conditions," Fuck, "One; you have to have found one by the full moon, which gives you twelve days. Two, if you don't find one, you have to marry the one I have chosen for you…Deal?"
Levi glared at Kenny with cold eyes, he was oh so ready to kill this guy with a wooden stake; but this was his only chance and so, begrudgingly he agreed to the terms.
"Now get the fuck out" he snarled pointing at the window, like hell was he letting him out through the door. With a sneer and a chuckle Kenny was soaring out the window into the night.
Over the next two nights Levi searched the towns and cities over the other side of the mountain, searching high and low for a possible bride. Luckily for him ever since the war people had become far less fearful of possible Vampire attacks thanks to the Hunters killing half of their population. Levi remembered those wars like it was yesterday, a hundred years isn't very long ago from a Vampires perspective. Yet he still had no luck; some of the men and women were good looking yes, but their blood was always too bitter or sour for his tastes.
So to his servants surprise he returned from his search early, at midnight to be precise and slumped in his chair, scratching at the fine oak desk he'd gotten from Germany.
"Midnight tea, sir?" Petra offered but the prince waved her away with a porcelain hand; he wasn't in the mood for tea, of any sort. The strawberry blonde vampire set the tray down anyway before walking to his side.
"I've heard sir," she started, "there is a small village this side of the mountain, I don't know its name but its twenty miles from the waterfalls."
Levi perked up slightly at that, but still he was suspicious. "What about Hunters? Any connection with the syndicate?"
Last time he'd run into Hunters was ten years ago; those bastards had cornered him next to a church, with crosses, holy water, silver bullets and stakes, you name it, they had them pointed at him. He'd managed to escape but still had the scars and burns etched into his skin.
"Not that I know of sir, though they do have a church, so I would be warry- Sir?" Levi had gotten up and practically ran to the window; he was wasting time, he only had six hours of night time left. Grabbing his cloak he leapt from the window, the mountain and forest spreading out before him as he flew across it, his eyes set dead ahead; he would find a bride, and he would find it tonight.
The village that Levi was flying towards was quite, the streets were empty and all was peaceful; as long as you didn't count the pub. Music and chattering was still being heard from his welcoming windows. The owner of the pub, Carla Jaeger, had long gone to bed, leaving her son and daughter to man the room. Both were still rushing around serving drinks and cleaning tables; their feet saw and arms aching. Mikasa, the older of the two was mainly stationed at the bar, pulling pints and other beverages. Whilst the younger boy Eren was in charge of giving those pints to tables, cleaning up messes and generally being a good conversationalist with the customers.
"Six pints for table nine Eren!" Mikasa called over the music; Eren grinned at the couple he'd been talking to and hurried back to the bar, his body weaving through the tables and chairs.
"You better" he panted as he picked up the tray, "start getting these guys out Mikasa, I can't take much more of this." Before making his way back through the sea of tables and chairs.
With a yawn Mikasa rang the bell to sound the last orders of the night.
Outside Levi was stalking the small village, his pointed ears and pale skin concealed by a plain, long brown cloak. No one was around, clearly this village didn't have much of a nightlife. As he turned the corner his nose began to sting and his flesh tingling uncomfortably; a small, simple church stood before him.
"Hideous building" Levi snarled as he slid passed it before it started to burn his skin. Turning the corner he spotted the only source of light in the village, a pub; its shutters being closed one by one as tipsy, tired happy people troop out leaning on each other and singing loudly. Was he too late? No, it would be easier to take one in this drunken state, though their blood maybe temporarily tarnished by the alcohol that wafted around the building. Keeping to his side of the street, Levi made it to the alley next to the pub and looked around the corner. Some of the men were indeed young, goodish looking "And fucking tall" He grumbled swiping his nose, god this village loved to drink, he couldn't smell anything else other than liquor. But suddenly his nose caught a scent; it only lingered for a second, but it was enough to make his mouth water. Scanning the dispersing crowd he noticed a boy coming out of the pub.
"I'll be back in a sec Mikasa, that horse-face Jean left his jacket again." And he turned heading in the opposite direction to Levi. He must be the one, Levi thought as he, with feline silence and grace, began to stalk the young man.
Eren's teeth chattered as he rubbed his arms in the cool autumn night; why did that stupide prick forget is jacket? Did he enjoy Eren coming to give it to him every other night? Probably, that bastard, his mind thought as he rounded the corner. He reached Jean's house and rapped his knuckles on the door. It took a few minutes but the door opened and Jean leant against the beam, a foul look on his face.
"What do you want Eren?" he grumbled, stifling a yawn; Eren couldn't really be bothered to say anything so just shoved the brown jacket into his hands. And the door was slammed in his face.
"Charmed" he muttered turning on his heel and began to walk back, his bare feet kicking up the dirt. As he passed the well a particularly cold wind rushed through him and he hissed, hugging himself a little tighter. But something didn't seem right, he felt like someone was watching him as he hurried along down the next street. Eren could feel his heart picking up as he broke into a jog looking either side of him; but nothing had prepared him for what came next.
A gloved hand grabbed his upper arm, pulling him into the alleyway where he was forced into the wall. He cried out in fear as a hooded figure forced him down to his knees. But before he could fight back or try and talk his way out, sharp fangs sunk into his shoulder and one word reached his mind; Vampire.
