The cold breeze caressed my face as I stumbled over to a small wooden bench beside the empty road, sitting down and leaning back. I closed my eyes, unmoving as the chill pierced through my thin button-up shirt, my black jacket stretched out haphazardly on my lap.

My breath, visible as it escaped my lips, stunk heavily of spirits, the smell of what I had turned to after a hard day at work. Irritated coworkers, my client in the hospital, getting sneered at by fellow fighters for having lost a big match. All that time I had spent vying for a good position, and now that I was there, nothing seemed to go right. What is luxury without peace of mind?

So here I laid, sinking against a bench in the middle of nowhere, too intoxicated to bother moving. The cold didn't seem to bother my skin, rather, lull me into a numb sleep, my thoughts too strewn about and fuzzy to discern. That, combined with the soft hum of the city behind me, just made me all the more somnolent.

I flopped over, my body strewn across the bench as I languorously pulled my jacket over me farther, settling down comfortably.

I could bother finding my way home in the morning.

And with that, I drifted into an undisturbed sleep, completely unaware of what lied in store for me in the morning.

Yawning, I turned over, detesting the consciousness that had invaded my alcohol-induced slumber. Instead of my head settling back down into a nice, plush pillow, it bumped on something hard, something most definitely not a pillow. I drew in a sharp breath, hissing softly in pain as I lifted my head of my not-so-soft makeshift pillow. Blinking the sleep out of my eyes, I gazed down at the hard thing I had thumped my head against.

A... Root? My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, knowing that something was off despite my sleepy stupor. I looked up only to find the rough brown root connected to a tree, and even when I craned my neck all the way back, I couldn't see the top of it. Wow, that is a big tree. The aching bump on my head turned into more of a pounding, and I hissed again. I must've been out drinking again, I thought, pursing my lips. Where the hell am I? I had been almost certain that there were no forests in the area, so why was I surrounded by hundred-foot tall trees?

Rubbing my head, I sat up and felt around in my pocket for my phone. Pulling it out, I entered my passcode and checked my signal.

Nothing.

"Damnit," I muttered, pushing myself to my feet. The ground shook beneath me, and I wobbled. Before I had a chance to curse my hangover for throwing me off balance, another tremor ran under my feet, and I fell against the tree, nails digging into the bark to keep me up. That didn't feel like it was from my hangover.

Any trace of sleep vanished as I stood up straight, ideas of what could possibly be getting closer whizzing around my head. This can't be good, I fretted, quickly scuttling in the opposite direction of the loud quakes. My eyes darted this way and that, looking for something I could use to my advantage, when my head was nearly taken off by a low branch on a tree. Perfect.

Hoisting myself onto the tree limb, I reached up, latching onto the next branch and wiggling myself onto it, repeating the process cautiously as to not fall a good fifteen feet to the ground. The branches started getting closer together, so it became easier for me to climb, but the vibration still shook the tree, getting more violent by the second. Don't look down, don't look down, I chanted in my head, more afraid of slipping than facing the thing making the stomping sounds. Wait, stomping? As in, footsteps? My eyes widened, and I paused in my tracks, clutching the large tree trunk tightly as I peered out into the woods. No.

Currently barreling toward me was a giant human-like beast, a deranged smile decorating its face as it looked back at me. It was naked, but lacked the genitals so there really was nothing to see other than the awkward way it flailed its limbs. A titan.

The color drained from my face, and a horrified shriek escaped my mouth as I held onto the tree for dear life. I was eye-level with the ginormous monster, trembling under its dark eyes that stared me down, filled with a disgusting sense of bloodlust. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for getting eaten alive.

Just as the titan got within ten feet of my shivering figure, a loud whoosh of air reached my ears, and I opened my eyes just to see a flash of metal zoom through the air before blood splattered everywhere, including my own clothing. With a loud boom, the titan fell to the ground, smashing face down into the roots of the trees.

As they say, the bigger they are the harder they fall, I thought, distastefully glancing down at my clothes that dripped with blood. Although I did nearly fall off the branch I stood on in surprise when my clothes started steaming, lightly scalding my skin. I clutched the main trunk of the tree tighter, a sick feeling growing in the pit of my stomach. Well, then again, I'd take steaming blood-soaked clothes over being eaten any day. When the steam finally dissipated, I sneezed, rubbing my nose as I loosened my death grip on the tree. Blinking idiotically, I saw about five different people perched on the branches of other nearby trees, and was about to yell out to them when a voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Who are you?" A cold, blunt voice reached my ears. I flinched, turning around only to see another person standing a few feet away from me, balanced on my branch. My breath hitched in my throat as I gaped at the man, and his eyes landed on my dumbfounded face. No way.

He stood probably an inch taller than me, his jagged jet-black hair standing out starkly against his pale skin. Narrowed icy blue eyes bored a hole through me, his aristocratic nose scrunched up in disdain for my apparent stupidity. His thin eyebrows were furrowed slightly, his lips pressed into a frown. The way he held his lean body, confidently yet somehow coldly, made me suppress a shiver, his deadly aura penetrating my stunned torpor, snapping me out of my daze.

"Well, hello there." I said, lacking the sense and creativity to think up something more fitting to say. "I seem to have stumbled into the wrong forest... So if you don't mind, I'll be on my way." My plan, as moronic as it was, failed when I tried to step away only for my foot to meet air, and I tripped, almost falling off the branch. I gasped, but before I tumbled to my death, a hand caught my wrist, and I looked up into the unwelcoming, frigid gaze of none other than Captain Levi himself.

That could have gone better, I thought, twiddling my thumbs and looking around anxiously. The scouts regrouped a little ways from the forest, and a lot of people had joined our little group, and so they had taken a rest stop to check supplies and bandage up some people. I had been taken in as somewhat of a captive, no doubt to be questioned later when the scouts reached the safety of the inside of the walls. I nervously fidgeted, my face going one shade whiter every time I saw a soldier carrying a body to one of the few wagons.

So here I was, sitting in a wagon of what looked like medical supplies and extra gas tanks, curled up with my knees to my chest. Why did it have to be Attack on Titan? Why not some other anime that wouldn't immediately try to kill me and get me arrested? I still had no inkling to how I had come to wake up in this particular anime, but I had already tried pinching myself and trying to wake up so it wasn't a dream. This is so not okay.

My hyperventilation was silenced by the blast of a signal flare, and I lifted my head only to see a streak of red flash through the sky, not far from where you where. Oh shit, not another one! I panicked, squirming around in my seat as all the other people rushed back to their own horses, starting off in the direction of what I guessed to be the wall. The wagon jerked into movement, and if I hadn't grabbed the side instantly I would have crushed my face against iron tanks of gas. I clutched onto the edge tightly, closing my eyes and praying that I'd make it inside the wall still in one piece.

I sighed heavily, my hands clasped tightly in my lap. I could feel lots of eyes on me, and I swallowed hard. This isn't going to be easy to explain. I wrung my hands, lifting my head up to look at the group of people surrounding me. I currently sat on the bench, the edge of a table digging into the middle of my back as I faced my interrogators.

"So who are you?" Levi repeated his question, an edge of ice to his voice. My heart leaped into my throat, although it was unknown to me whether it was from fear for the intimidating captain or from attraction to his gorgeous features. The other people, all members of Levi's squad, looked at me with intense looks. Familiar faces, yet not in the kind of way that I'd hoped I would remember them from the anime.

The dim lighting flickered as the flame in the lantern danced around, casting shadows in the far corners of the room. The wooden beams overhead helped to hold up the ceiling, and wooden walls enclosed the large space. Wood tables were organized around the room, which I guessed to be used for meals and such. All the thick, darkened wood just make the room even dimmer, but not to the point where I couldn't notice the high-ranked soldiers staring me down with a scary sense of suspicion in their eyes.

A serious look stole across my face, and I leaned forward dramatically to answer, "I am the tomorrow you feared yesterday." After a moment or two of total silence, I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"I'm just kidding," I said, leaning back and relaxing my shoulders. I had dealt with people like this before, and even if the circumstances were different, just noticing the similarities between the officers and my coworkers slightly put me at ease.

"The name's Lacetor. Rose Lacetor, but feel free to call me Lassie."

Hi guys! It's me again! Okay, so I recently got into Attack on Titan, and I couldn't help but fall in love with Levi, so I decided to do an Attack on Titan fanfiction! So bear with me on this! I'm going to have to read the manga, and it'll take me a while but I'll follow that plotline for this story, so be prepared! LeviXOC, sorry no Eren action going on in here (or maybe there will, I don't know *smiles evilly* But I have created another badass OC, and her name is Rose Lacetor! Say hi, Lassie!

Lassie: Sup readers? Nice to be here! And just saying, I think I'm a little more badass than Lynette.

Lynette: Yeah, riiiiiight! You sounded like you almost died at the sight of that titan!

Lassie: Says the little smartass who only has to fight other humans! And besides, at least I get a fully grown, attractive man!

Lynette: Fully grown? Hell, he's nearly as short as Ed and he's-

You know what Lynette, Levi is amazing. Ed is too, and he's probably worried sick so you should haul your ass back to your own fanfiction before he goes looking for you! *pushes Lynette back to her fanfiction* Alright, Lassie, disclaimer please!

Lassie: Right! Marylynetteluvswriting does not own Attack on Titan!

Thanks, Lacetor! Alright, my lovely readers, let me know what you think of this new authors note layout in the comments, and while you're at it, follow, favorite, and leave a review!

Thanks guys!