Hello, just dropping by.

This is basically the first chapter... lol.

So Eren has like... an episode? He's hurting... don't judge him. :'(

ALSO... someone made fanart and it made me so happy. If you want to see it, the link is on the AO3 of this fic. I don't know how to add links on this.

Thank you so much Ghostofmater

Enjoy!

Please excuse my grammar mistakes.

I pulled my hood down lower and then pocketed my hands. It's almost dawn. Although it was a myth that the sun can burn us creatures, I didn't like the sun. It reminded me of the things I could never have. I couldn't stand side by side with a human without the fear of being murdered. Humans thought of themselves as forgiving and loving creatures, but when you could only live up to a century, there was only so much you could know. Humans knew nothing about the darkness that surrounded them. Hence why the rare moments when they realized that there were other beings with higher intelligence, they become afraid and spiteful. They were already fighting amongst themselves for being different despite being the same creatures. The idea of a vampire cohabitating with a human was preposterous.

I was pretty sure after our last encounter, the boy knew exactly what I was. If not, then he must be lying to himself, unable to accept that fact. I was a vampire and he was a human. We were natural enemies. If he truly knew nothing, then I supposed that I was just lucky.

I walked across the roofs with an expression that I was sure humans would call bored. A very thin layer of snow was being crushed by my feet. A tall tale sign that winter had just begun, the tenth winter since I last saw those silver eyes. The tenth birthday since I knew that he last cried. The cold wind tried to freeze my muscles, but my high body heat seemed to even melt the wind. Despite already being warm, I covered my nose with the charcoal colored scarf around my neck.

Within these past years, I reinvented myself. I had become a being I had never known myself to be. I felt things, although admittedly I was still somewhat deadlike. I found myself allowing more freedom of thought. After taking in the moment of defeat, I paused. I analyzed myself and my actions. Guilt drowned me, because I wasn't supposed to hurt the boy. I looked for reasons why I couldn't prevent that tragedy. If I saw the boy again, how could I ensure that I wouldn't make the same mistake? It all came down to my crippling resolve. I didn't know where I stood between the natural battle between humans and vampires.

In truth, I always knew that I longed to be with humans, as a human. Every time I saw a human doing what monsters did, I felt jealously run through my veins, pumping me up with indifference to their wellbeing. Humans didn't appreciate the chances they were given from birth, the chance to be what was known to be "humane." The knowledge of vampires, lurking among humans within the darkness, encouraged that indifference. Because humans were weak, they would all die sooner or later. Vampires simply made the deaths come quicker.

I hated vampires. I hated myself for being one of those monster. I didn't want to kill in order to live. Although it could be argued that humans killed animals to live as well, they weren't killing beings that could talk. In the beginning, I did kill for enjoyment. I was immature, unable to truly process the way the world worked. Evil had been bred inside of me, causing mayhem unto the beings who were alive, living. I was angry. I was scared. I was depressed beyond repair. Those bloody, violent, years felt like I was constantly falling with no destination. When you lived forever, there was no rock bottom to hit. There was no going back up. You just fell forevermore.

Even now, I was still falling in this world of darkness, an endless pit. I thought that if I had just merged into the blackness, the madness, I would be okay. However, that wasn't the case. No matter how much I hurt humans or vampires, I could never receive what I wanted. It wasn't as if I wanted to hear their dying cries either. I wanted something I could call my own. However, at the end of the day, it was an undeniable fact that I had nothing. I lost everything. All that was left was this echoing pain of loneliness, a shell that was unable to be filled. Everything that mattered was gone. Burned into ashes, blowing away in the hot desert wind. It was all taken from me.

I never wanted to be a vampire.

When I met those silver eyes, the boy, my world shook. My ideals fell and crashed into one another. Though I never held them up very high to begin with. There was a crack, allowing a ray of light to seep into this pit. The darkness that I roamed in became more of an afterthought. It reminded me the first time I became aware of the stars. I longed to reach into the light, but I couldn't. Even if I did, would it had been what I truly wanted? In darkness, there was beauty. In pain, there was no meaning. You were just able to further appreciate the beauty.

Those silver eyes. The little boy. They were the beauty in my world. He was what was beautiful. I no longer had anything, but at the very least, he was alive. He was living, and I planned for it to be that way until he passed away from natural causes. No matter how much it pained me, I would watch over him. I wasn't supposed to exist, and I was no longer alive. With this wretched life of mine, I would do my damn hardest to never let the boy experience pain again.

In these past years that I came out of hiding, I was investigating the vampires' activities. Annie said that Chief didn't need me anymore. The word "anymore" insinuated that there was a change from no plan to a plan. When I left, we were just mindlessly killing humans with no purpose. Now I was trying to puzzle in the pieces, figuring out what their endgame was. I had no doubt in my mind that it involved the killing of the humans. As much as I hated both sides of the coin, it offered some balance this world needed. The balance that the boy needed to understand where he stood.

Needless to say, with my active status, I attracted hunters as well. It also didn't help the fact that the vampire trail led me to Vatican. What were hunters doing with an organization of vampires right under their noses? Ah, that was correct, they were chasing me. Apparently, I alarmed the hunters more than a organization of vampires.

However, if something was up with the vampires, then for the boy, it was my duty to end it. Although the city was beautiful, the thought that hunters were in every place possible made my skin crawl. I crouched down to enjoy the view. For now, I was by myself… well, that was a understatement. There were four pairs of feet following behind me. The hunters thought they were quiet, but their sneaky legs were as loud as an elephant.

I stood up and walked a few steps, listening to the humans behind me move as well. I focused my gaze on the human world below me. The impending sun was coming to wake the humans. The orange glow against the purple line of clouds was a sight to behold. Down below, lights were set up in celebration of their holy day. It was beautiful. Although, it could never satisfy a human mind. They were such curious little beings, hunters especially. I smirked as I contemplated on what to do. A little fun wouldn't hurt. It wasn't like hunters were easily breakable. If they were, they wouldn't be the annoying pests they were. They were undying in their own ways.

Relaxing my shoulders, I let out a sigh, a sign to the hunters that I noticed them. Then I fisted my hands before sprinting off across the roof. Four pairs of feet scurry off to follow me, but I wasn't going too far. I twisted around and stomped my foot, propelling myself towards the threats. I pulled my arm back and thrusted a full on punch to one of the human's faces. He screamed as he bit his own tongue, alluring crimson liquid falling from his lips. Immediately, I felt my fangs pushed against the insides of my mouth.

Easy, easy, I didn't want to kill them. At least not yet. I tried coaxing my teeth away, forgetting the task at hand for a second.

In the next moment, I'm being attacked by a barrage of hunters. I put my arms up for protection, taking in the blows, successfully slipping my fangs away. Then one by one, I knocked them away, but they kept coming back. Soon, they were bearing their silver weapons. I rolled my eyes, because they were thousands of years too earlier to try and kill me. If anyone was going to kill me, then it had to be the owner of those damn silver eyes. Again, I went after them one by one, half serious this time.

One, I dodged the knife aimed for my face. I grabbed the arm of the man who bit his tongue and threw him to the ground, breaking the roof. I may had used more force than necessary because his face irked me for reasons unknown to me. I was pretty sure that he was still alive. Two, I jumped up from the silver sword aiming to immobilize me. While airborne, I kicked an incoming claw hand away from me and the head of the owner of the sword. Safely landing, I jumped again, kneeing the sword wielder down into dreamland. His hair tie came off, undoing his topknot. Three, I moved just in time for a silver bullet to graze only my arm. Damn, now I needed to buy a new jacket. I focused my gaze onto the man whose hair made him look like a chimp. He cradled his silver 1911 as if it were his saving grace. He had a good aim. If I hadn't moved, my heart would had been punctured. I could had possibly died. The chimp man pulled the trigger, and I, being on alert, easily dodged the bullets. I zeroed in on the man and he started to panic. I went low and palmed his gun up and felt my ears ring at the shot fired. I punched him straight into the solar plexus. The man knocked out and I pushed his body off me. Four, feeling the dread at the ends of my hair, I let myself fall backwards. I watched at a claw swiped across the air and snipped a section of my hair. How sad. I liked my hair. I grabbed the last human, a strawberry blonde woman, and threw her away from me, forcing myself up as well. She stopped her air ride with a stomp of her feet and twisted around. She rushed to me, her claws tight in her fists. She launched her right to me, and I dodged. I would admit that her choice of weapon intrigued me, but shock only lasted a second. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her in. I head-butted her forehead, careful to not break her skull. She tried to fight me off, but I turned her body away and kicked the wind out of her lungs. She falls to the ground, trying to catch her breath.

I stared at the four bodies before me. They looked broken, but not beyond repair. Did I do too much? I needed a way for them to wake up. I wasn't done. I turned my gaze to the gun wielder passed out cold. The guy had a 1911, an American made gun. Hunters were sticklers for tradition, so without a doubt, these hunters were not from here. What were American hunters doing in the Vatican branch?

I suddenly felt a presence behind me. Shit, there was another one? I was pretty sure there was only four of them. I clenched my fist and spun around. I didn't have time to think. At the very least, I should connect my fist with this person before I got killed.

Upon seeing the figure, my body froze into a paralyzed state mid attack. Yet my chest burned with a fire that rivaled hell. My mind went into a state of confusion as I tried to register those silver eyes boring into me like they always did. The silver glint, piercing through my chest. My breath hitched as I came to a realization. I was wrong. This wasn't the tenth winter that I won't see him. It was on this tenth winter that I did.

His hair was the same as it always was, dark black like the midnight sky. Although now, it was style into an undercut. His skin seemed to have become paler than before. He was whiter than the moon. He was no longer slim, but nor was he overly bulging with muscles. He had creases between his eyebrows, evidence that he scowled on a daily base. His height was the only thing, other than his eyes, that remained the same. He was shorter than the average male. He wore a royal blue cloak, which I had no doubt contained the Hunter's American branch insignia on the back. Around his neck, under the collar of his white dress shirt, was a white cravat. His ears were pierced with those silver studs from years ago. Above his collar, on the bare skin of his neck, I could see the silver chain which had to hold that silver key. His silver eyes looked at me in awe, from what, I didn't know.

There were bags under his eyes. I knew that he only just turned twenty eight, but he looked like he was in his mid thirties. I bit my lower lip as I felt something pierces inside of me. In all the years that I hadn't visited him, he was probably stressed and depressed. Attempting to work his bones until they broke. Did he not see any purpose in life?

Noticing that I stopped my attack, the boy... no, man, glared at me with those silver eyes. Thin eyebrows furrowed into those creases. It was a look of contempt, not recognition, but it wasn't as if I was looking for that. He had his arms to his right with a handcuff pulled apart. The chain in between was ready to block my fist. I could feel the slight burn from the outside force. The hand cuff was silver, the mark of a hunter. Regaining my composure, I pulled back my fist and went for a low kick instead. He stepped back in time to dodge.

Not bad, not bad at all. He was pretty fast if he could keep up with me. It would be a damn shame if that was a fluke. We stared at each other, gauging each other's reaction. The silver handcuffs spun around the man's pointer finger. How did his finger not break under the weight? In the back of my mind, I also wondered where his silver knife was. Did he renounce me, and erased all evidence of me? I felt a prickling sensation in my chest, but I pushed it down into submission. Surely, that wasn't the case. He still had his jewelry.

Before I could decide my next move, he rushed towards me. Taken aback, I moved away. Shit, he was really fast. He kicked at my stomach, and I felt it pushed against my skin, just barely. However, it was enough because it burned me. He had silver toed boots. He had to be strong if he was moving that fast with that much silver. There was no way he only had handcuffs on him.

I punched at him, but, in the last second, I pulled back again when he put those silver handcuffs backup to block. Silver wouldn't kill me, but it would drain my energy to regenerate from the burns. I lifted my leg into a kick, but he blocked it with his own leg. I cringed from the pain and jumped back. His leg felt heavy, even to me. Was he a monster? Because it felt like I was fighting a well adept vampire with a body of steel.

The man was faster and stronger than any human I had seen before. He grew up well, didn't he? With my body's condition right now, I probably couldn't beat him. Most likely I would, but I would fall into a blood lust. Being under the radar definitely involved me not going on a rampage for blood.

Feeling my legs heal, I put my hands up in defeat. I said, "I surrender."

He glared at me with suspicion before cautiously approaching me. He stood right in front of me, his eyes never leaving my own as he slinked my wrists tight into his silver handcuffs. The skin on my wrist burned and I let out a hiss. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. Did he think that silver handcuffs could keep me incapacitated? The hunter smirked as he clicked on a switch and then I felt silver stab into my bloodstream.

"Fuck," I gasped as I looked down to the open flesh on my wrist. My blood dripped down into the now soiled snow.

I didn't know what else was in that silver, but it hurt. Steam clouded over my wrists. The more I healed, the more I got hurt. The hunter grabbed onto the connecting chain and pulled me along, grinding the silver against my bones. I let out more hisses as he chuckled darkly to himself. Who would had known that snot nosed brat that I picked up would had wound up sadistic? The man stood in front of his injured companions, his hand never letting the cuffs go. He looks at them with another glare of his and he sucked his teeth.

"Oi, you lot are pathetic," the hunter growled in a deep smooth voice. I couldn't recognize that voice. The boy from years ago was no longer here. He grew up into a whole new person, and yet he was the boy for sure. The man was an a fading version of the boy. He went to the knife wielder and kicked his body, trying to wake him. "We got a job to do. Get your sorry asses up."

"Yes, Captain!" The ones who were awake shouted in response. They forced themselves to stand up and tend to their fallen comrades. Maybe I was losing my touch. I should had been able to knocked them out without any effort. Not wanting to bother with it, I stared at the handcuffs killing my bones. I looked at the undercut of the man holding me captive.

"Where are you taking me?" I questioned.

"Hmm," the man replied. He looked to the girl of his squad. "Blindfold him."

"Yes, Captain," she saluted, offering up her heart.

They were going to take me to the base. There would be no other reason to blindfold me. Although I knew the headquarters for the hunters was in Vatican, I didn't know where it was exactly. The strawberry blonde came over to me with a cloth. I bared my teeth at her. She took a step back, afraid that I'll bite her. The man let out a click of annoyance. He grabbed the cloth from the girl and glared at me before attempting to put it on me.

"Try and bite me and I'll end your life right here and now," he growled.

I rolled my eyes at him as he took a step closer to me. He let the handcuffs go and lifted the cloth. He raised an eyebrow at my lack of reaction. He pushed the cloth forward, and the world began to disappear before my eyes. The man disappeared, but I knew he was there. Because, even with the blackness consuming me, I still felt the burn of his stare. I knew that silver eyes were on me.

I refused to yelp when I suddenly felt my body being lifted. The only sound that left my lips was a small gasp. However, it was loud enough for the man to hear. He hummed at the reaction driven out of me. Then my head was hanging upside down as my stomach laid on a, what I assumed, broad shoulder. My cheek pressed against the muscles of a back that was solid hard.

"The offer still stands if you bite me," the man said. "Alright, you lot, let's go."

"Yes, Captain!" They all shouted.

The man started walking. His hand was around my lower waist and legs, making sure I didn't fall. My body swayed from side to side as we lept through the air, reaching the ground. The hunters talked amongst themselves. The only voice I could recognize was the man's and the strawberry blonde for obvious reasons. It was mainly the man telling his comrades on what they did wrong and why they lost to me. I wanted to tell them off, but I kept my lips sealed. It wasn't the time for that. I wanted to see their headquarters.

The sound of the steps and the movement suggested that we were going down some stairs. The air started to change around me. The freshness of the outside cool air became stale and mudgey. Quite frankly, it was disgusting. It felt like dirt was clinging onto every crevice of my body, drowning me in filth. I was going to be consumed by the dirt of the earth. I clenched my teeth in disgust. I supposed with a busy city, it was hard to hide an organization of vampire hunters. Even so, it shouldn't had been that hard to make a nice hideout. We were in the 21st century.

"This place is always disgusting," the man holding me grumbled.

"You say that every time, Captain," the strawberry blonde said. "Like always, it'll be fine, we're almost out of here."

I was relieved to feel the dirty air go away. Although, the stale air still remained. Useless chatter filled my ears, but all the feedback I got was static. Sniffing the air a little, I could tell just how many people were in the vicinity. Did the hunters kept themselves here like cattle? Only being able to leave to do their job? There were so many of them. I could feel all their silver weapons trying burn me from a distance. Even for me, this would be hard to escape from.

The man stopped as people around us gasped. I heard the man click his teeth in what I presume annoyance. A set of footsteps sounded, slowly approaching us. Something clicked, and if I had to guess, someone was cocking their gun. The footsteps stopped right behind me.

"Is that what I think it is?" An unknown female voice asked.

Then I felt a prickling sensation poking against my skull. The voices in the room fell into the background. Someone here was trying to break into my consciousness. Behind the blindfold, I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the intruder.

A shudder struck down my spine. The air flies out of my lungs, leaving me breathless. Without even wanting to, my fangs come out sharper, once again, cutting the insides of my cheeks. I forced myself to gulp down my own blood. My fingers curled, grasping onto the man's clothes. With the feeling of something solid, I tried to calm myself, but it wasn't working. I didn't know what was happening. I didn't know there was a human capable of psychic abilities. All I knew was that I wanted to run away. The dirty feeling was rising up again from deep within my core. The feeling was like particles of sand slithering into me, soaking up my life with its grainy heat. I was becoming smaller and smaller. The sand did more than burn me. It was breaking me, making me lose control. This fire froze me, a flame that would take out everything in its way. In the back of my head, I heard hissing. The sound of it was trying to engulf me whole. A whimper tried to leave my lips, but I clenched my teeth harder than necessary. Blood filled my mouth again. I gulped it down, yet my lips still shook.

Suddenly, I'm shoved down into a sitting position, taking me away from my thoughts. The intruder left my brain alone to recuperate. However, I still couldn't ground myself back to reality. My brain went haywire, trying to grasp the situation I was in. A cold hand touched my face. I felt a thumb slip under the blindfold and then it was ripped off. My vision blurred as I registered what was in front of me. My fear left me as fast as it entered me the moment I spotted those silver eyes on me. Those eyes of fire was a flame that simply lived. My body still burned, but it was a soft slow burn. It was gentle. Although, the glare the man was giving me was anything but gentle.

I turned my gaze away from him, taking note the room. It seemed as if I was brought into a dungeon cell. The walls were made out of rock. I had an inkling feeling that this place was made in the 1200s. The lighting was dim, coming from a small lantern hanging on the wall. I sat on a wooden chair behind silver bars. The man stood in the holding cell with me. The door was left wide opened. On the other side of the bars stood the man's four comrades. The four of them looked at me with contempt, especially the tongue biter. In return, I gave them an emotionless expression. It wasn't my problem that they weren't as skilled as their captain.

During the fight over my consciousness, I was taken away. I didn't get to hear any of the humans conversating. Hopefully, it wasn't anything important. Besides that, there was a non-human inside the ranks of hunters. It was only a speculation, but I highly doubt that humans found a way to use mind control. It would only be humans who wouldn't be able to tell who was on their side. They would only be the ones dumb enough to let themselves be fooled. However, what made me anxious was the fact that this being had a strong enough mental ability to fight with me.

"Ah!" I yelped when my wrists were harshly pulled up. I looked to the man holding me captive.

"Oi, answer me when I'm talking to you," he growled, tugging onto my restraints.

I grunt out a pained noise as steam built up, disappearing into the air. There was an aching pain where the silver ground against my bones. I was reaching a limit on energy. I was constantly regenerating around my wrists. I needed to feed on blood soon. I glanced at the humans and then I bared my teeth, licking it for show.

"Oi, oi, keep your teeth to yourself," the man scoffed. He observed my restraints and then my teeth, letting the fact that I was hungry sink into his pretty little head. My eyes followed his as the man glanced at his comrades. "Leave us. I don't want any of you being bitten on accident."

"But sir!" Topknot said in frustration.

"We can't just leave you with that," the tongue biter proclaimed as he gestured to me.

"Captain, please be rational," the strawberry blonde pleaded.

"We should at least wait until Commander Erwin comes," the chimp looking one suggested.

"Get the fuck out," the man growled in a low voice.

I shifted my gaze back to the man. His voice even made me flinched. The little boy was acting all grown up, commanding others. I bit my lower lip, gently to not cut myself, trying to keep the smile off my face. I didn't know why but I felt a warmth in my chest. I turned back to look at the other humans. The four of them were visibly stiffen. They gave their captain a hard forced nod. Saying nothing more as they left the area, leaving me with the man.

The man turned his body, facing me. His expression went back to his normal one, blank. What I had seen so far, it was either that or looking as if he was constipated. He crossed his arms as he pushed his back against the bars. I leaned back in my seat and jerked my head up in his direction. I smirked at him, trying to tick him off.

Silver eyes glared at me, watching me like a predator would to a prey. He sneered, "Fucking brat."

I chuckled, knowing that I succeeded. It only served to tick off the man further. The man took off his royal blue cloak, folding it. I caught a glimpse of the American Hunters' insignia, overlapping wings, one white while the other was red like their country's flag. He set his cloak down on the floor. He grimaced at the sight of his own cloak on the dirty floor. He stood up with his hand at his neck. He loosened his cravat as he approached me slowly. He rolled up his sleeves, never taking his silver eyes off of me. My eyes traveled down to his forearms, watching the way his muscles moved. I felt it, so I already knew it, but really, the man looked solid hard.

"You're in here to answer some questions. After that, it's up to the supreme commander on what we do with you. The cowards here in Vatican want you dead so they can examine your body, but the commander of the American branch thinks we can use you," he told me. "Personally, I don't care. The less vampires there are, the less work I have."

"Is that so?" I asked with smile. That meant that all the hunters would be on edge until my trial. I could see them now, jumping at every thing that moved.

"Yea," the man replied, glaring down at me. "I don't want to have to beat it out of you, but if I have to, I will."

"Wow, you really have your work cut out for you, don't you, Captain Levi?" I said.

"How…?" The man's breath hitched as he looked at me with confusion, breaking his blank stare. The general public only knew him by his last name, Ackerman. His last name was confirmed because he met a relative during the beginning years of his vampire hunting life. I, of course, knew his first name.

"You're Captain Levi Ackerman, commanding officer of the special operations squad from the American branch," I continued to say his title. "You're dubbed by the hunters as 'Humanity's Hope.' I hear that they're expecting you end the war between the vampires and humans. Supposedly, you're that strong. Personally, I don't think you're all that."

"Is that right?" Levi rhetorically asked back with his face back in a blank state. He crossed his arms, getting comfortable. "Who are you?"

"What do you mean?" I questioned for clarification.

"What's your name?" He glared at me as he specified his questioning while sighing as well.

"I don't have one." It's Eren. "A lot of us don't," I answered.

He looked a bit shock that I answered him without a fight. He gave a curt nod as he continued, "How old are you?"

"Old enough," I said. I failed to stop the little chuckle that left my lips. These were the same questions he asked me when I first picked him up. Even with a scowl on his face, I found it all endearing.

"What's so funny?" He growled.

"Nothing," I responded as I smiled at him weakly.

I supposed I was a little sad that he couldn't recognize me. However, I couldn't blame him. In all the years that we had known each other, he only saw my face once, on the day we met, when he was seven. His mother had just died, it was late, and he was leaving his home behind. Even so, I would still do my hardest for him. I already made a vow to myself that if I felt pain, I would continue onwards.

I gazed at those furrowed eyebrows, trying to find the long lost boy behind it all. Those burning silver eyes looked upon me with confusion. It was as if he was trying to figure out if I was mentally insane. I wasn't. No, I was just desperate. No matter how futile I knew it was, I wanted Levi, a human. The light in my dark world.

A metallic sound filled the area and then a squeak. After a slam of the door, heavy footsteps walked, coming closer by the second. Levi's and my gaze went to where the sound came from. I released my facial muscles, staring blankly at the big blonde approaching my cell. Levi walked away from me and grabbed his cloak. He threw it at the blonde to hold and then went to lean on the silver bars again. I found it interesting how Levi wasn't cautious of me enough to not stay in the cell with me. The big blonde, holding Levi's cloak now, grabbed a chair and sat down, outside of my cell.

The blonde looked exactly like that guy from that one movie the American's loved. I believed his name was Captain America. Guessing on the words of the humans before, this man was the commander of the American Hunters' branch. How befitting, the man that looked like Captain America was protecting the humans from vampires. Although, his eyebrows seemed irrationally large compared to most humans I had seen.

"How is it?" Captain America questioned his comrade.

"Just started," Levi told his superior.

"Alright, just be careful then. He looks hungry," the blonde said.

I glared at the blonde. The big ass tree just insinuated that I would drink Levi's blood, kill him. I would never hurt him, but I sure as hell would kill the blonde. If any other vampire was in my position, Levi would already be dead. Why was the commanding officer ready to offer up Levi's life? The world wasn't drastic enough to start letting people uselessly sacrifice their lives for meaningless ideals.

Or did he underestimate me? Thinking that I was incapable of killing Levi? Sure, Levi was strong, that much was true, but he wasn't that strong. Granted that if I had been a normal vampire, I would be dead, but I wasn't a damn red eyed baby. Humans were too full of themselves.

"It seems like he doesn't like you," Levi monotonously commented, his gaze never leaving me.

"I would like to think that all vampires hate me," the commander stated. "I'm surprise that you're going to do this without an apron."

"He hasn't given me a reason to wear one yet," Levi said.

The blonde hummed in response as he leaned back in his chair, getting comfortable. The blonde asked me, "Are you a progenitor of vampires?"

I turned my gaze back to Levi, ignoring the blonde completely. That was a very good question to ask of me. Maybe that was why there were more hunters after me than I thought was necessary. Humans were looking for answers as to why there were vampires to begin with. Surely their human god didn't create us. Although I knew that it didn't matter, I couldn't find it in me to answer the question, or any question, unless Levi asked it and we were alone.

"I'm telling you, he hates you," Levi said. "He was talking to me just fine until you showed up."

"How troublesome," the blonde grumbled to himself before looking back at me. "Do you like Levi?"

What a ridiculous question to ask. It's not about liking, it's about needing.

"Don't be fucking ridiculous," Levi growled. "Why the fuck would a blood sucking barbarian fancy a damn hunter?"

I clenched my teeth at that comment. I wasn't a blood sucking barbarian. Did they think that I wanted to have to drink blood? I didn't even drink human blood.

"Well then," the blonde said with a small mocking smile, standing up. "I'll leave you to deal with this. We have an hour before the trial. Try to get something out of it."

"Whatever," Levi grunted in response.

The blonde left my sight, taking Levi's cloak. Heavy footsteps reached my ears. Then I heard the door open and close again. The man in front of me walked back up to me.

"Don't make this difficult for me," Levi said in a tired voice. "Answer the question, are you or are you not a first generation vampire?"

"Why are you asking about that?" I asked instead of answering. "What made you think of that?"

"You've encountered hunters in the last decade or so, but you didn't kill them," Levi stated. "Every hunter that has seen you has said that your eyes flash gold. All vampires that we know have eyes that flash red."

"Is that so?" I asked. They had no records of any vampire not red eyed, how interesting. I didn't know that hunters were that incompetent.

"Although, I've personally killed some vampires whose eyes flashed blue or purple. However, seeing how gold was a rarer outcome, we deducted that they could possibly be the progenitor of vampires," Levi told me.

I didn't say anything.

"I'm going to take your reluctance to answer as a 'yes,'" Levi declared.

"Why are you so curious? In the end, vampires are all the same," I said.

"It's easier to kill the top dogs than going from bottom to up," Levi stated.

"You're so confident," I shifted my gaze. "You shouldn't be. It isn't healthy for you."

"It's not about being confident," Levi retorted. "It's about getting the job done."

Now that was a scary notion. The little boy was going to go after vampires as strong as me. If there were hunters as strong as him, it wouldn't be that scary. However, from what I had seen, that wasn't the case. The hunters would be torned apart.

"I see," I simply said.

"What are the capabilities of each vampire type?" Levi questioned, putting his hands on his waist. He was ready to hurt me with I didn't answer. I had half a mind to not answer him, however, it would be better for him to know these things. It would keep him safer.

"Red eyed ones are turnlings, the weakest of the bunch," I answered. "A little bit of silver can burn them like lava would to a human. As the weakest, even they do not need human blood to survive. Purple eyed ones are turnlings as well. However, they don't get hurt as much from silver compared to red eyes. Those who have purple eyes are turned by someone with gold eyes. Blue eyed ones are born naturally, like humans. Silver hurts them as much as it would a purple eyed one. Gold eyed ones, like me, are simply just there. Silver barely hurts them, but it would still burn. Vampires who are not red eyed have their own special ability. All their abilities depends on their parent gold eyed one's ability. However, as a hunter, you should know, all vampires are easily killed if their hearts are punctured."

Levi nodded the whole time as he listened to me. Once I was done, he questioned, "What's your ability?"

I smiled at him like he was a child, "Who knows?"

"Tsk," Levi scoffed. "Then tell me, what did you mean when you said that the red eyed ones don't need human blood?"

"No vampire needs human blood to survive," I stated. There were plenty of other options.

"You mean to tell me," those silver eyes grew very dark. "That vampires just eat us for fun?"

"Well, it's easier to kill a human," I answered.

"You monsters are sick," Levi proclaimed.

"Of course. We're monsters," I calmly retorted. "But don't be so biased. You humans are monsters as well."

"I know," he said. "You don't need to tell me."

I stared at him with surprise. The look in his silver eyes was very familiar. He knew, he understood, that this world was filled with monsters from all sides. After the event from when we last saw one another, I thought he would hate vampires with a passion. I was wrong. Between the ten years we hadn't seen each other, something else happened. It was that, or he simply just knew how the world work. I wouldn't doubt it. He always had a good head on his shoulders.

"Anything else you would like to know, Captain Levi," I inquired.

The man glared at me for saying his name again. He shifted his position, putting pressure on one leg, "Why didn't you kill those hunters?"

It took me a moment to understand what he was talking about. I let out a breathless laugh, "Well, Levi, I don't kill anyone unless they need to die. It's that simple."

"Their lives mean nothing to you?" Levi asked.

"Of course not, they're just cattle, food for vampires. Just like how vampire heads are hunters' token from a hunt," I said as a matter of fact. It was weird that Levi couldn't see it like this. However, I guess because he was only human, he didn't understand that nothing mattered. There was no big picture. You could only control the little things, and Levi's life was what I was going for.

"You're fucking insane," Levi said.

"No, I'm not. You know it's true," I told him. "Don't drag me into your human moral games. At the end of the day, none of it mattered."

"Whatever, we're out of time," Levi stated as the door opened again. "I need to put a muzzle on you or else those cowards from here will complained. They were also complaining about how I put your handcuffs on."

As more hunters came in to escort me, he grabbed the handcuffs and released me. Blood fell down like a waterfall now that the handcuff wasn't there to stop the bleeding. There holes along my wrists. My pink flesh was painted red. My bones looked as if it had been carved into. Steam filled up the air as my wounds closed up. He turned me around, pulling my arms back. I grunted as the silver sunk back into my flesh. A muzzle covered my mouth like I was an animal. Then the blindfold came back on, taking me to the darkness.

I was hauled over onto, what I assumed to be, Levi's shoulder again. I was being dragged off to who knew where.

Levi started talking. Based on the replies, I assumed that his superior came to escort me out as well. They talked about the possibility of me turning onto their side to which Levi merely shrugged at, digging his sharp shoulder into me. These humans were delusional if they thought they could use me. Just because I didn't kill humans, it didn't mean that I wanted to help them. I simply didn't wish to be caught up into their vampire/hunter game.

I preferred it if Levi didn't participate as well.

It took awhile, but we finally reached to our destination.

I heard people grunt as the sound of metal scratching the floor accompanied it. We walked forward. More voices flooded my head, washing away Levi's and his superior's. People gasped and grabbed at their weapons. They whispered amongst themselves, probably unable to keep their eyes off their prized hunt. Their whispers bounced back against the confinements of the room. The echoes came back to me, hitting me with an unknown force. There were many hunters in this very big room. At this point, escaping seemed like a hassle. I didn't want to deal with it. I wanted someone else to deal it for me.

We came to a stop. Without warning, Levi dropped me onto the ground. My arms were pulled back with a tug and then the sound of metal rubbing against each other came. My hands were pulled down, scraping the ground. I clenched my teeth as my back was pushed against a silver pole. The skin on my back was melting. A huff of breath left my lips and then I soon found myself laughing at the numbing pain. These hunters feared the ones they hunted. They were just so easy to kill. Humans were weak preys. Guns were soon cocked and undoubtedly pointed at me.

After the talk with Levi, I was feeling more agitated than usual. I was feeling talkative. I was going to tell all these hunters my thoughts.

"You hunters are well prepared," I calmly chuckled. Humans were weak. They were such poor little ungrateful bastards.

"Silence you abomination of men!"

"Pastor, calm yourself."

"Pastor? What god are you praying to that allowed abominations of men like me roam around freely?" I asked. Ah, how could I forget? Hunters were created based on religion. Really, it was so sad that they could be blinded by their own selfish desires. Religion was just humans attempting to fit humanity into what they believed, desired.

I had said it before and I would say it again. God doesn't exist, never had and never will. These fools had better not taint Levi's mind with their ideals.

"Kill it! Just kill that monster!"

"Silence!" Then wood was being hammered against wood.

"Oho? Is that the supreme commander, trying to assert his authority by sitting his overgrown bottom on the podium?" I asked. "Anyone could sit there, even I could. Shall I take your seat and show you how it's really done?"

"You will hold your tongue!"

"Why?!" I screamed, breaking my calm image, to the direction where the voice came from. "Or you guys will kill me? How about, instead, I'll kill you al-"

My face suddenly got hit by force I had yet to experience in my more recent years. The impact of the hit forced my head to the side. I felt my blood trickle down my face, but another hit came. Over and over again, I was hit. I was coughing up blood. By the tenth hit, I understood that I was being kicked… by Levi. No one but Levi would be doing this. It was such a satisfying realization to know that Levi was hurting me.

"Ugh!" I groaned as blood spilled from my lips.

Levi stopped his hits, allowing me to breathe. My face started to heal. No, Levi. That wasn't what I wanted. I want you to hurt me, condemn me. Hurt me just as I had hurt you. Pay me back for all the years you spent miserable. I let out a giggle, slowly building up until I was full on laughing. I didn't know what I was doing anymore. Seeing the boy after all these years had shook my resolve yet again. I was so pathetic. Please, I wanted to hurt.

"Captain, this is just my personal opinion, but I think pain is the best form of discipline," I giggled. "And that, little boy, barely hurts. Try harder."

Hurt me and remind me that I had a goal to accomplish. I was going to make a world for him, just for him. I wasn't included. Hurt me!

A crushing blow came to my stomach and I was now coughing up bile with blood. It was flooding in the muzzle, becoming too much, too thick, to leave through the mesh. Yes, Levi, just like that. My ray of light had the duty to do away everything that was dark, even if it was me. We didn't belong together. I felt my resolve hardening after every single hit. Levi then stomped on my head, pushing it down.

"As I heard it, this vampire didn't kill any of the hunters pursuing him. However, there had been many reports of him killing other vampires, even those we had trouble killing ourselves. As weak as he is now, I could handle him," Levi stated. I felt his foot leave my head and then my hair was being entangled with fingers. I was pulled up. "But how about you guys? You guys said that you want to kill him and experiment on him, but can you really kill him?"

"Supreme Commander, I have a proposal," a voice that I now associated with Levi's superior said.

"What is it?" Supposedly, the supreme commander asked.

"This vampire's abilit-!"

I heard and felt an explosion behind me. I heard every single being in the room gasp even louder than before. Even from where I was, I knew that the dust and debris from the explosion would reach me, cloud my every movement. I smirked when I felt Levi's hand leave me. I pulled against my restraints, ripping the heavy chain of silver apart. Then I pulled off the handcuffs, freeing my hands to pull away the blindfold and muzzle. I felt my wrist heat up with a sizzling sound. I barely had any energy left to heal fast.

I was right. The area around me was clouded with dust. Hunters were screaming and arming themselves for the threat. I could see only one person. The boy turned into a man stood in front of me. He was looking behind me and then shifted his gaze back at me. His face became contorted with annoyance as he clicked his tongue. He reached for something, most likely a silver weapon, behind his back. However, since he was still in a state of shock, I had the upper hand.

I rushed to him, covering his eyes. With my weight on him, he fell down to his bottom. I straddled his hips, pinning him to the ground. I grabbed the arm that was reaching for a weapon, forcing it still. As Levi was about to say something, I placed my lips on his. With his other hand, he tried to push me away, but I stood my ground. I darted my tongue into his mouth, searching for his tongue. Once found, I led it into my own mouth and sucked on it. Slurping up his saliva. I soon felt my wounds heal faster.

I pulled away and let out a soft giggle. I brought my lips to his ear and placed a light kiss on his earlobe before I whispered, "Didn't I tell you, Levi? Vampires don't need blood to survive."

"You-" Levi started.

"Shhh, Levi," I told him. "My friends are here. I'll let you see them if you promise me one thing."

He didn't say anything, he merely gulped.

"That's a good boy. Now, Levi, you have to promise me to not cry," I told him in a breathy voice as I glanced at the air around me. The dust was coming back down. I had to leave now. "You know that I don't like it when you cry."

"E… ren?"

"That's right," I smiled. He didn't forget me. I felt something in my chest being lifted. "Also, happy birthday."

I gave him one last kiss on the cheek before I quickly dashed towards the entrance. Seeing human bodies huddled near the entrance, attempting to fight off the threat they had yet seen, I jumped on someone's body. I walked on their heads, ignoring the grunts of displeasure. I made my way to the two figures hovering over all the dust. Upon seeing me, one of the figures pointed at me and then I felt my body being lifted. It was an unsettling feeling at first, but I now wasn't fazed by it.

Finally being able to see them clearly, I asked, "Did you retrieve it?"

"Yep! No problem!" The redhead girl exclaimed, giving me the universal peace sign.

"No problem? We were almost captured!" The white blonde grunted with his arms crossed.

"Ugh, whatever. What about you? Did anything happened?" The girl questioned.

"Isabel, Farlan," I said. The redhead girl and the white blonde took on a more serious stance. We were in the middle of the air and our protection from the dust was quickly disappearing. "Now isn't the appropriate time to discuss this."

"Aww, fine," Isabel complained as she started to turn away.

"However," I said, turning towards where I came from. "Levi is down there."

By now, the dust was all gone. It didn't make a difference if they left now or ten seconds later. Isabel gasped in excitement and Farlan hummed in interest. The three of us looked down to the man standing, staring at them as if he had seen a ghost. Which wasn't too far off from the truth. At my sides, I felt my two descendents waving at the human man. Isabel's was energetic. Farlan's was a simple wave. I smiled at the man, which only made him more confused.

My attention was taken away when I felt silver approaching us fast. I caught a glimpse of one silver knife coming towards Isabel. I rolled my eyes. All these hunters were all talk but no bite. Only one of them actually attempted to hurt us. I stretched out my arm, taking the full force of the hit.

I let out a groan as I had yet to fully heal. Saliva could only do so much. The knife went straight through my bones. My blood was dripping down onto the humans. With my other hand, I grabbed the hilt and yanked the knife out of arm. My healing abilities was on full display for all the hunters. I twisted the knife around my fingers, deciding on where I should throw it. In the end, I lifted the knife over my head and threw at the man sitting at the podium.

The old round bastard didn't flinch an inch. He simply kept resting his chin on his hands. He kept his gaze on me through his glasses. The knife reached right in front of him, seeping into the wood all the way to the hilt. He was so boring. The room was silent. Hunters were truly boring and weak.

I shifted my gaze back to Levi who was still standing there, staring back at us. Once again, I smiled. Once again, I was leaving the light of my life behind. Once again, I was hurting myself and him. I said in a loud clear voice, "Thank you for the hospitality, Captain."

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