His blood ran cold as he saw the ball room full of vampires; all were dressed in fine garments clearly from different countries and centuries. But was most chilling was the fact they all wore masks, some were elegant, others were grotesque. Slowly, trying not to show any intimidation Eren walked, as Levi had told him, down the carpeted stairs onto the marble floor, his shoes clicking unbearably loudly in his head. He saw them sniffing and licking their lips subconsciously as he passed; he felt like a rabbit surrounded by starving wolves. Looking forward he hated himself for blushing at how Levi looked. He wore dark green cloak embroidered with a silver trim covering his body, a jet black mask covering his pale face; but his eyes were what really made Eren shiver. They shined a hungry red, never leaving his figure as he got closer and closer. A gloved hand came from out of his cloak and Eren took it, now finding it difficult to keep his trembling under control.

He was pulled close, his head next to Levi's as the vampire whispered, "Show them you're mine, Eren." And before he could think about what he'd said the collar of his costume was ripped down exposing his neck and he was thrown into a deep lean, as Levi's teeth buried themselves into his flesh.

The pain was like nothing he'd ever experienced; hands grasping at Levi's coat he screamed. He desperately wanted to shut his eyes but the white-hot pain forced them open. It was like the feeling would never end, like he would never stop screaming and then, he felt something; it was as if burning mercury was being forced into his blood stream. But his body was getting colder by the second, his whole body was stiffening and his heart, which had been pounding seconds before, was slowing, until finally…it stopped.

Levi held his unconscious bride in his arms, a proud crooked smile on his lips, blood still dripping from his chin. As custom all the vampires applauded, impressed by the boys strength to stay awake through the incitation process, all Eren had to do now, was drink Levi's blood.

Though not tonight it would seem.

A few minutes before, as the Hunters scaled the cliff face, they'd heard Eren's terrified screams; that had been enough for Mikasa. She crashed through the ancient windows, crossbow in hand, a dagger between her teeth. Utter chaos ensued. Vampires left and right shrieked in outrage and alarm, ripping off their masks, teeth bared as more Hunters charged through the windows through blessed spears and holy water bombs. Levi grabbed Eren and moved him to the far side of the room before throwing off his cloak and charging into the battle; Hanji, he thought, you are a genius. Before he could even chose a victim, Erwin Smith stood before him, silver sword by his side. A grin pulled on both their lips, the shared mutual respect and hatred for each other clear in those grins; time to end this. Both sides fought with incredible force, that day would be remembered by both sides as one of the most violent and bloody battles on history. Erwin swiped his sword down with such speed Levi had to leap out of its way, but Eren's blood was still fresh in his body and it was giving far more strength than normal. With a screech he dived and sliced through the man's cloak, ripping it clean off and another swipe got rid of his pesky utility belt. Blow after blow was given from both men only to blocked or retaliated; Levi growled as the sword nicked his chest, leaving a burning cut and swerved out of the way only to come back round and bury his claws into Erwin's side, tearing the flesh out making the man stagger.

He could see Kenny fighting the giant known as Mike; he didn't look good, the hunter was winning and winning fast. This wasn't part of the plan. But he'd been distracted for too long and he howled as the silver sword was driven into his forearm nearly taking it clean off. Clutching it, Levi fell backwards, it wouldn't heal in time. He rolled away as Erwin brought down the sword again, his body picking up the dust and blood of those that had fallen already. The thrill of the battle had yet to consume him, he knew why, Eren had yet to taste his own blood, without it he would go ferial and end up like those down in the cellar.

Mikasa had killed a third of the vampires in that room; but it wasn't enough, she needed to kill that Levi Ackerman where he stood and through the battle she saw him, on the ground, Erwin ready to take another swipe. How dare he, she thought, that bastard's life is mine to end by right. She ran forward, crashing through the writhing mess of bodies.

"ERWIN" she yelled, and that was all Levi needed; with all his strength he jumped forward and sliced through Erwin's right arm. The man's expression didn't change, but he fell to his knees blood gushing from his arm, and the smell was driving the vampires insane; supressed cravings of human blood had pushed them into Blood Lust, the final state of a vampires power, where friend and foe no longer meant anything and anyone with a pulse was prey.

Mikasa looked at what she'd caused and was immediately grabbed by an overweight brute of a vampire. She sliced off his head with ease and wrestled through the hoard to find Eren; even she knew the tables were turning. Suddenly she saw him, unconscious against the wall, his face lost of all its colour and life. Tears in he eyes she held him, ignoring the silent chest and instead picking him up and running for the window; she had what she wanted most, Levi could wait.

Meanwhile Erwin was still putting up an incredible fight, he'd tied his bolo tie around the wound with his teeth, and fought with just as much power with one arm as he had with two. Levi was certainly impressed, he was every bit like his ancestors from the great war. But his head snapped round as a shriek came from the other side of the room, as Kenny fell to the ground, and faded into ashes.

"Retreat!"

"Retreat, our king is dead, Retreat!"

"Retreat, Retreat, RETREAT!"

The vampires cried as they flew up into the air, some fully transforming, others just fleeing from the scene, battle scarred and bruised, only the death of the king can snap a vampire out of blood lust. This wasn't part of the plan at all, Levi felt his stomach clench as he watched his uncles followers leave; but to his surprise the hunters left too, carrying the wounded and dead away from the scene, it seemed Erwin was too weak to continue; or so he thought. Turning to the place where Eren had been he roared with fury, the boy-no, Eren had gone.

Hanji came slinking over, looking terrible, her face was practically unrecognisable from all the cuts and swelling. Their plan had worked only to a degree it seemed; many of the hunters were dead, but the one he had wanted dead was alive and Eren was gone.
"Sorry I missed the ceremony, I'm sure it was lovely." Hanji tried to make light of the situation, but quickly shut up as Levi snarled at her. She stayed at a safe distance, knowing well enough not to get too close as Levi seethed, his teeth bared and eyes burning bright; and then he stopped. A nasty grin covered his face as he looked at Hanji,

"This plan has gone far better than I thought possible" he said simply and spat Erwin's blood onto the floor.

Back at the church Eren was coming too; Mikasa sobbed with relief as she held him, taking no notice of those around her until Pixis place his hand on her shoulder. "Mikasa, come out of the cell." He ordered sternly, Erwin had collapsed and was being taken back to the city to be treated, leaving Pixis in charge. She glared at him, "So you can fail in protecting him? I don't think so."
Sighing the old man took a firm grip on the girls arm and pulled her off her brother, "You don't want to see what your brothers become Mikasa, believe me." With surprising ease he pulled her through the door of the cell kicking and yelling, tears still falling down her face. He locked the door behind him and turned to leave but the girl wasn't going to leave, "You won't like it" he said simply, nodding to the guards either side to ready their bows, "he's no longer your brother."

Just as he said this Eren slowly moved, eyes shut as he slowly sat up, head down and arms by his sides.

"Eren" Mikasa whispered, "EREN!" her hand stretching through the bars of the cell. Eren opened his sunken eyes, they were a bright, penetrating gold. He let out a low growl, showing long jagged fangs as he slid off the bed, landing on all fours. He made his way to the cells bars, where Mikasa was frozen in shock, still dangerously close. Suddenly he lashed out, mouth clamping down on thin air, his prey moving just in time.

"Eren" Mikasa couldn't believe it, she wouldn't believe, "Eren its me, Mikasa! Your sister, don't you remember?" The boy's head tilted innocently as if he did, before throwing himself at the bars, snarling and thrashing, his human features slowly leaving his body.

"Kill him" Pixis ordered, and the hunters fired their sliver tipped arrows. Mikasa screamed, but it didn't seem to do anything, if anything it made Eren angrier, stronger. With a roar he began to bend the bars, arrows sticking out of his arms and sides. All the humans ran for the door, but it was too late; Eren slashed through the back of the first and ripped a whole in the seconds next. Pixis was dead before he'd even reached the door; Mikasa turned, tears in her eyes as Eren prowled towards her, blood covering his mouth. She wanted to scream, but nothing came out as Eren's fangs clamped down on her windpipe.

The sun would rise in an hour, not much time to find the boy, but Levi could smell him, and it was as clear as the setting moon. As he flew down towards the city everything was quite, too quite. Landing in the village centre he sniffed the air; blood, human blood, it seems Eren had escaped the church after all. He followed the boy's scent right back to where he'd first seen him, the pub. A pensive look graced his face as he headed in; tables and chairs littered the floor, as did corpses, all with terrified looks on their faces. He saw a woman with eyes just like Eren's, and hair the same shade of brown. Snuffling and whimpering could be heard from the corner, he knew it Eren; he was close to being incurable, looks like he'd got there in time.

Turning he grimaced; the boy was filthy, covered in dirt and blood, none of it his. He looked terrified, as if the human was still fighting inside him to live; impressive, the boy was far stronger than he'd ever expected. He could see Eren twas trying to speak, but nothing came out other than wretches and groans. "I'm sorry brat," Levi sighed, "but it's your sister's fault she took you back. Now, come here." His voice was firm and commanding, and slowly, timidly Eren crept forwards; Levi exposed his wrist and put it to his face. Automatically the boy bit it and Levi had to grip his hair to stop him from tearing the flesh.
"Cocky brat, drink it." As he did Levi saw some colour coming back into the boy's complexion and his face looked less hollow, but the eyes still stayed a powerful gold. As Eren pulled away he collapsed into Levi's arms, an exhausted sigh escaping his lips, eyes falling shut.

"Finally," Levi whispered, "I have you as mine and mine alone, and you have me."