"Thank you for a photoshoot, Mr. Ackerman" the woman thanked the photographer. "Sorry for making you stay in the party for a night... we'll pay you this week."

"It's okay." The raven-haired guy, holding a camera, replied, being tired of a noise from a cheerful event. "I will send the final corrected photos on Sunday." By that, he left the building where the party was, not waiting for the bride's reaction.

The breeze of a summer night touched the short guy's cheeks, making him relaxed, even though the loud music was still being heard behind his back, people cheering and dancing. The guy walked downstairs from the terrace towards the parking lot with a camera in his hands, not getting his eyes from the starry sky. Sometimes the night-time was so underrated. Most of the people would fear of it because then it's pitch-black everywhere (probably problems with having nyctophobia), so many crimes do happen, most of the human beings just waste that time by sleeping. But Levi found the darkest part of the day the most fascinating one.
Without the dark, we'd never see the stars – that's how one of his liked authors said. Without the hard times, you wouldn't see what the true happiness is.

Levi put the jacket on after feeling the cold wind blowing into his thin shirt and the man sat down in his dark car. He turned on the heather and his camera, now seeing the pictures on the small screen of a happy couple that just got married. He felt a bit jealous for them – he didn't have a chance of thinking about the family, when he put all his heart to his career of a full-time photographer. Photography in famous magazines, portfolios in art galleries, being hired for all kinds of photoshoots – he was living a dream job with a good payment, that barely any young adult could achieve. But he didn't have someone to wait for him at home, give a peck on the lips, asking how his day was.

He put the camera down on the passenger's seat, turned on the engine and started driving on the empty road back to the city. The place was empty, so was the city of Dresden that he just drove in. He was listening "Are you lovesome tonight?" by Elvis Presley, feeling a bit sleepy due to the slow rhythm and tonality but suddenly, when he was driving right before a pedestrian crossing, a figure ran on the middle of the road out of nowhere and stopped like a frozen statue, looking at the fast-moving car in front of it. Levi gasped and pressed brake pedal harshly, making tires squeak. The figure didn't move and when the front of the car still pushed him, it well down.

"Shit" the driver cursed silently, turned on the hand brake and got off the car, rushing towards the figure. Levi noticed the sitting young guy on the ground and when he approached towards the sitting one, he whined and curled up into the ball.

"No... Please don't..." the guy whispered and whimpered, tears rushing down his cheeks from his half-closed eyes.

"Are you okay?" the black-haired guy ignored the other's words and put his hand on his shoulder, trying to move the boy slightly to his direction.

"Don't kill me!" the boy shrieked and covered his head.

Only now Levi noticed bruises and scars on his hands and face and the fact, that the boy was with a ripped shirt on, made him shocked, trying to understand what happened to that poor human.

"I won't, calm down." The photographer tried to make the boy to stand up carefully and as he touched his hands, he felt how freezing they are. "I should take you to the hospital."

"No! Not to the hospital, he will kill me there too!'' the slender male shouted.

Levi was so lost about the situation on the road. Not seeing any living soul around but two of them, he sighed and after a few failed tries he managed to persuade the wounded one to get into his car, to sit on the passenger seat next to the driver. Levi turned on the heater on a full volume and continued driving carefully towards his flat. Both were silent and when the driver was starting sweating due to the big temperature, the passenger was still trembling, being curled up in a ball and chattering.

"What happened?" Levi finally spoke, when they turned into the street where his home was.

The guy didn't answer, just pouted and covered his face with his palms. The driver sighed, not putting a psychological pressure on a wounded one and stopped the car in front of the building.

"W-where are you taking me?" the passenger asked, having a clear tone of fear in his voice.

"To my home, I'm not leaving you alone to freeze or be caught by some maniacs."

Levi was surprised by his own actions for a random wounded male. Firstly, putting him in his car, secondly, taking him to his apartments. He was still unsure if it was a good idea to get the boy to this place instead of a hospital, but since he was begging not to be driven here, Levi didn't have another choice.
When they went to the flat, Levi told the other guy to go to the main room while he went to get some warm blankets in the bedroom.

"T-thank you... you won't k-kill me... right?" the younger boy asked when the photographer wrapped him in the warm blanket like a burrito.

"Of course, I won't." he answered and observed the guy, that just nodded sheepily.

He had quiet long brown hair and quiet slender body, but despite the bruises and tired hazel eyes that were missing its spark of life fullness, the boy had beautiful soft features. He looked very familiar, but Levi couldn't tell why...

"I'll make you something warm to drink." The raven-haired guy stood up straight and went to turn on the kettle in the kitchen, that was in front of the main room.

When he came back to the room with two cups of tea, he saw the brunet staring at him from far, still having the blanket wrapped on him.

"Le... Levi..." he smiled slightly and fell on the couch unconscious, leaving Levi shocked.

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A/N hey. It's my first ever Ereri fanfiction. I don't know if it will good and long, but I'll try writing :') Also, English is not my first language, so sorry in advance for grammar mistakes. Don't forget to leave a vote if you like it at least a little bit. :')