The village of Shiganshina had an old tradition, it wasn't there since the beginning of time, but after certain events came to be they were, in some way, forced to comply. It all happened after the defeat of the titans. Humanity had won, victorious over the monsters that held them in fear within their own walls. The Recon Corps were the only brave enough souls to encounter these monsters, but because they were strong, people thought that it would benefit the kingdoms to have them around for a while longer. Therefore, a witch among the villagers was found. It was quite difficult too, since not many had the time to go into the study of magic, more worried about the danger of the titans. However, this witch was promised a large sum amount of gold and welfare for her family and future generations. So, she did what she was paid for, and created a curse to make the Recon Corps immortal, all excluding one. Because they couldn't have a titan going rampage on them. The time their curse would take affect was already set, their first victim as well.
Cheers were heard in the field, blades struck up in the air as the last titan fell. He smiled at his Corporal, a familiar glint in the boys eyes. A smirk was his response. The victorious atmosphere didn't last for long. Suddenly a pained shrieked was heard and everyone turned to face the man it had come from. He was on the ground, clawing at his neck and the ground, no one knew what was going on and soon others started to have the same condition. The medical soldiers checked over them and one gasped as he saw his teeth change into frightful fangs. However, before he could pull away, the fallen soldier sprang up and buried his teeth in whatever he could reach first. Digging his new fangs, he drew out blood. People gasped in surprise around them, others started pulling him off the medic, managing under a few minutes. But those same that did started changing as well, even the medic.
Eren watched in horror. Everyone, his comrades, Mikasa and Armin, they were all on the ground struggling, but why not him and Levi? He turned to look at his lover and his eyes widened. Levi's calm, almost bored facade was gone. He was sweating profusely, his whole form trembling, eyes becoming red rimmed and dilated. Eren placed a hand on Levi's shoulder. "H-heichou? What is going on?" With stiff movement, Levi turned to Eren, everyone else following suit, no longer struggling on the ground. Eren was scared, he didn't like the way they were looking at him, taking a step back, he didn't get far, a pair of hands grabbing his arms. Looking back he saw Mikasa, a pained confused expression on her face. He didn't get the chance to ask her, when suddenly felt a growing cold hand at the base of his neck. His jacket long gone couldn't offer the little protection it had, and his shirt exposed too much. Turning back, he saw Levi and before he lunged forward, a whispered sorry was on his lips. A bone chilling scream was heard as fangs broke into his neck, the main artery stabbed, he could feel his blood leaving him.
The others started coming too. Mikasa feeding off his arm, Armin from his thigh… His lover from his neck. The rest were unimportant. He looked up at the blurring sky, from his tears and loss of blood. His life was flashing before him, even if his titan part was trying to keep him alive, closing the wounds, producing more blood, it was only giving these new monsters what they wanted. That was okay, he thought. They would continue living. He didn't know why was this happening, but if this was how he ended, it didn't seem all that bad. He could feel the pain. He was sacrificing himself for the people he loved. The biting started to decrease, they were coming back to their senses, but Eren knew this was the end. This was far too much for his body to heal, he was weak from battle and this had been the finishing point. The last pair of fangs to leave were from his lover, he had not moved away the whole time, as if saying, "It's alright, I'm here." Yes, it was alright.
Levi gave him a guilty pained look, which he only responded with a weak smile. Mouthing the words he had done every night that they shared a bed, he started falling back towards the ground, a hand touching his lover's cheek before dropping lifelessly at his side, eyes dulled with tears, a faint smile on his lips as he looks up at the setting sky. Levi could only stare in shock, at the blood on his lover, the multiple bites in his body, the fading life from his eyes. As they completely dulled, a scream, almost roar, broke out of Levi, the only emotion anyone would ever see from him again.
As tradition went, the Recon Corps, instilled fear into the villagers after that, demanding a sacrifice every half a year, a teenager at the age of 17. If this condition was not met, they would attack and start killing them. The villagers did as they were told, their first sacrifice, the witches' own daughter. Years on, they lived like this. The monsters, now given the name of vampires, watched the villages grow, no longer kingdoms, but cities, but the tradition lived on. No one ever dared go against their rule. The three kingdoms had become a major city and as the last of the kings lineage died off, excluding Historia, the citizens automatically, gave the government to the Recon Corps. Now it was nearing the half year where another sacrifice had to be given. After the first city was built, the people had started giving the orphans or young criminals. Kids that no one would really miss. And right now they had their decision made. With bound cuffs and a struggling teen, a executioner's cloth over his head, they awaited at the border for the carriage that would come for him, under the hood a prominent glare was there. Fear was the last thing the boy felt.