Alright, this is an introduction mini chapter to my new story, the characters will be ooc, this is an au, and it will be ereri so turn back now or forever hold your peace

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and do not make profit from this story.

I finished snapping the neck of the frantic human in my grip before letting him drop to the ground, dead.

Now that that's through I can finally enjoy my meal in peace and quiet. I thought to myself, grimacing at my newly dirtied hands. Disgusting.

Honestly, it's so hard to get any scrap of peace nowadays, especially in my house.

I'm being a bit modest though, if I was honest with myself. I don't exactly live in a house; it's more of a mansion. It can get quite lonely inside my big ass mansion after a few centuries of solitude, but I would never admit that.

Besides, I'm not exactly alone. I have all my shitty servants. Let's see, there's Petra, my more-or-less useless maid. I only have a select amount of outfit choices, and I try my best not to dirty them, so she is usually out of a job.

Next there is Jean, my completely incompetent stable boy. He tends to the horses I have out in the back, but there is something wrong with that idiot. I swear he has some weird kink for horses or some shit. Everyday I see him out there petting them and whispering something to them, the kid has major issues. Plus, I'm not even sure why I pay him as much as I do, all he does is fill a bucket everyday with enough food for my two stallions. Useless shitface.

Finally there is Hange. There are still many unknowns in this world, and Hange is definitely one of them. Is Hange a boy? Is Hange a girl? Is Hange mentally stable enough to be living in my mansion with me? The world may never know. I'm not so sure I want to know anyway. The point is, shitty glasses is insane. I hired Hange about 347 years ago, give or take a decade, and all they do is fuck up literally everything. I ask for one towel and I get a dead rat and 3 pieces of thread.

I guess the only reason I keep all my idiots around though, is for some entertainment. Life can get boring and lonely when you are without any friends or family for centuries. They keep me company and make my tiring existence just a bit more bearable.

Yes, If you haven't caught on yet, I am old. Like 'I may or may not be a vampire that has been around for thousands of years old.' Currently this vampire is enjoying his dinner, so shut up, sit down, and prepare yourself to enter my personal hell, called life.

"Ugh, filthy humans. They are always so messy, dripping everywhere inconsiderately. Petra, next time I would prefer my meal in a glass, hm?" I order annoyed.

Petra bowed to me lowly before straightening. "Yes my lord, as you wish. I ask for forgiveness in displeasing you," Petra replied back respectfully.

I simply waved her off, signaling to her to leave my presence. She got the message that she was no longer needed, and left as fast as she possibly could while trying to remain silent. Good, I hate loud unnecessary noises.

It never fails to amuse me how all my servants, well most of them, know not to look into my eyes. It is a sign of disrespect for creatures as insignificant to this world as them. Simply even my presence alone sends any creature cowering within viewing distance away.

I sighed as I glanced down at the dead human, now dripping onto my boots. What a waste of a perfectly good meal.

I kicked the corpse off my body and ordered one of my butlers to dispose of it.

"Petra," I called as I walked up my overly extravagant staircase. I knew there was no need to yell; she would hear me. As I predicted, she responded seconds later, with a courteous, "Yes my lord?"

"Clean up this mess, then wash my filthy clothes. I'll be up in my bed chamber, just take the clothes from the nightstand and close the door behind you on the way out," my voice echoed throughout the entire mansion as I spoke. My normally sharp gunmetal gray eyes, turning red with my orders, making my commands official. Petra shrank back under my piercing gaze, as she bowed once more submissively, feeling my powerful aura surround her, choking her as she gasped out the eternal phrase of her own damnation.

"Yes my lord."

And there you have it, the story will clearly have a bit of a slower build up, but I promise it is levi x eren, even if it seems like there is a Petra/Levi vibe there is none, she really is just his servant, so don't be pervy. If you didn't figure it out by the eloquent speech, the speaker is Levi. The next chapters will be longer and Eren is coming soon :) Leave a review if you want to, good or bad it doesn't matter I like any input. See you next time.