To my French readers: cette fiction est désormais traduite sous le nom de "Frères de Sang"~

Fuck.

The beast leans in closer. Too close.

No.

Its face is so close to my neck, so why can't I feel it breathe?

Please don't.

Did it just lick me? My neck? My jugular? I can't feel anything beyond my erratic pulse.

I don't want to die.

Is it… humming? It sounds giddy. What the hell?

"You smell so good."

Its voice is low, threatening, and yet so… endearing, somehow.

Please don't kill me.

"Shhh, don't be scared, little lamb, I'll take such good care of you."

I can't move. I can't scream, my voice stays stuck in my throat.

It backs off ever so slightly, just so we can look each other in the eye.

Bright red.

Longing.

I can't even feel the tears streaming down my face. I have to escape.

I'm going to die.

I'm so pathetic. Worthless, aren't I?

He smirks. He fucking smirks.

His eyes glisten almost playfully.

"I'd toy with you so much longer, but I can smell a little someone who'll surely interrupt the fun if he can find us. So sorry, little lamb, that I can't please you further."

I don't register the words.

I'm terrified.

Just end it already.

As if reading my thoughts, he leans into me once more, letting his teeth scrape the side of my neck.

Is this it?

He opens his mouth wide.

And he bites.

Fuck.

He lets out disturbing noises. Those of contentment, of pleasure.

Who cares anyway?

I can feel myself drifting away, a warm, carnal feeling erupting in my gut.

I'm dying, aren't I?

Why does it feel so…

"Let him go."

The monster lets me go instantly.

I fall to the floor, helpless.

"But Levi-" The petulant complaint becomes a murmur to me.

I'm falling.

"Shut the fuck up. We've talked enough about this already. Get him in the car and don't make a mess again."

I can't see who's talking.

My vision blurs, turning pitch black.

I let my consciousness go before I'm lifted by strong arms.

White shadows dance in the dark of my eyelids. I'm numb. Is this what a hangover feels like? No, all I've ever drank was a single beer on horseface's birthday. Why did I go to his party again? Ah, right, Armin dragged me there. Traitor. Wait, I really feel like shit. Let's focus on that instead.

What happened? I can't remember a thing. I was on my way back home, then... there was someone. Who was it? I can't recall their face.

More importantly, what's happening now? I'm so tired, I can barely move. Is it pitch black in here or are my eyes not open? I can't tell.

I can hear a voice- where is it coming from? Is anyone here? Somehow it sounds familiar. Deep... commanding... I didn't meet just one person on my way home. Someone else came. What happened?

I- I thought I was going to die. I remember the fear, the helplessness. Was it just a nightmare? Did I actually get home?

Lights flick on in the room and instantly answer my question. No, I did not get back home. The sudden brightness is reflected by light walls and burns my eyes, I close them shut. The voice is still there, but I can't make out the words. Where am I? What the fuck happened?

I suddenly feel a pressure on my shoulders. I don't have enough strength to panic nor open my eyes again. But the voice is getting clearer.

"...ke up."

I force my eyelids open. My vision is blurry.

A sudden, sharp tingling in my cheek brings me back to my senses.

"Awake yet?"

The voice is almost as sharp as the growing pain on the side of my face. I blink a few times, and a face I know all too well appears.

Fear instantly replaces my confusion. Memories swarm in my mind. I was attacked. I tried to cry for help, but he grabbed my throat. I thought he'd kill me, then he-

"Fucking finally. Wipe the terrified look off your face, Sleeping Beauty. I won't murder you or anything. If you're compliant, that is."

He's... not the one who attacked me. His voice is deeper, colder. His eyes aren't red. But his face- I swear that's the same face.

"Hello? Did we fry your brain or some shit? Stop freaking out. We're just gonna talk a little bit, then you can go home."

I snap out of my all-too-fresh memories and look around. I've never seen this place before. Whose room is this?

"Where..." my voice feels raspy, but at least I can talk. "Where am I? Who are you?" He can't be the monster, can he? God, please tell me he isn't.

"You're at my place and who I am doesn't matter," he says coldly. "Now sit tight and don't fucking move. Not that you'd be able to anyway. I'll be back in a minute."

With that, he gets up and leaves the room. Just as he says, I'm barely able to move, let alone try to get out of here. I decide I may as well examine my surroundings. Hopefully he won't come back with something to hurt me. I can't help but shiver at the thought of grotesque torture devices.

I'm laying on a rather large canopy bed, above navy blue sheets. Everything in the area is spotless. Is this a right time to feel bad about the state of my own room? The curtains are shut, is it still dark out? Or was I asleep for a whole day? I can't tell, whatever they're made out of, these pieces of blue cloth don't let any light through.

Asleep? Right, I fell unconscious. After that man... bit me? This man who woke me? I'm not sure. He looks similar, but- no. Other than his features, he seems like a completely different person. Not that it matters if he ends up being a freak, too. Who the fuck hunts people down at night and acts like a fucking vampire?

I'm not left enough time to ponder too deeply about the recent grim happenings. The door creaks open. The dark haired man who woke me enters, followed by-

Him.

It. That thing. That monster.

Oh god, there's no doubt about it. His eyes might be grey now, but the look inside them is the exact same. There's the same, insane glow. He still wears the smirk he had when he was tormenting me, cruel and playful all at once.

My chest tightens with panic. This isn't good. He tried to kill me. He bit me.

"Hi there, duckling," he begins with a tinge of remorse in his voice. "Sorry about trying to eat you. I got a bit... reckless earlier."

He offers me a wide, genuine smile. What the fuck? The other man stepped aside and merely watches the scene. They're both so similar, like... twins?

"But yeah," he continues, remorse gone, "since Grumpy here didn't let you die, I gotta wreck your memory a bit so you won't rat us out." He pauses, then uses a darker, more threathening tone. "Wouldn't wanna send hunters after us now, would you? I promise it won't hurt... much. I think. Never went through it and wouldn't remember it anyway so, yeah."

My train of thoughts isn't fast enough to properly process the whole situation. I still feel woozy. I close my eyes for a second. When I open them again, the man, the beast is leaning right above me, staring straight into my soul.

He goes back to his wicked smirk.

Jesus Christ.

Thank you for reading! Please let me know what you think ^^ This is my first story in English so yeah - nervousness.

Also don't expect chapter 2 soon because I'm trash. Love you all!

Kudos to CaptainoftheRirenShip for preventing me from using squiggles in a literary work ~~
(Yes it's the only thing I thought was worth mentioning. Love ~ )
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