SO incase you missed the last chapter- you can skip the smut and scroll to the very last few paragraphs because otherwise none of this will make sense... sorry about that.. and i'm super sorry about the cliffhanger.. You can come bitch me out about it on tumblr i-read-too-many-fanfics

SONG IN THIS CHAPTER REFERS TO 1985 ( Lifted Up) by Passion Pit Enjoy~ Next chapter is epilogue/ last chapter!

Eren:

I haven't been able to look at my mother the same way for a week. Every since the whole shower incident happened she keeps asking if Levi and I are being safe and using condoms, or she'll go to the store and text me asking if we need any lube. Considering she just left for CVS, I plunk down on the couch and wait for her text filled with sexual innuendos. My phone vibrates a minutes later, but instead of some STD lecture, it's Armin.

From: Cinnamon Roll
Hey ^.^ Mikasa and I are meeting up at the diner down the street right now. Wanna join?

I text a quick 'sure' back before running up to my room to change. Usually I'm not that uptight about what I'm wearing, but today is Saturday and Saturday means skirts. Okay no judging, they're honestly so comfortable I don't get why more guys don't wear them. They're flowy, they hide your boner, AND they make anyone's legs look fantastic.

I pull on some black leggings and a long, dark green button up shirt. I grab my black beanie along with my wallet, and zip up my Doc Marten's. I stop to look in the mirror by the front door and decide I look hella fine today. It's too bad Levi was busy with Sandman shit. I grab my dad's car keys and shoot my mom a text telling her my whereabouts.

As I get into the car, I adjust my beanie in the rearview mirror, trying to make it seem like I don't have bedhead. I pull out of the driveway probably faster than I should have, but as long as mom isn't here to scold me about it, well, c'est la vie.

As I'm driving I think about how I haven't seen either of my best friends often ever since this whole 'my ex-boyfriend is actually still very much around and still very much bothering me' started. Basically I haven't seen them for a few weeks, which in general is a long time, but for us is a huge ass amount of time. When we were all kids we couldn't go a day without playing in one of our front yards. Even when Armin got sick with the flu, we went over to his house to play with him and his DS. I mean, Mikasa and I ended up getting the flu too, but that just meant we got to stay together on our days off of school.

We've been growing apart ever since Armin found out he got accepted into two ivy league schools, Yale and Berkley. We all planned to go to the same college, but Mikasa fell in love with Ohio State's basketball program, and well my grades aren't good enough to be ivy league material and I can't play sports for shit. The only thing I'm good at is cross country but they don't usually give out scholarships for being able to run well.

I slam the brakes and wince as some asshole decides to blow a red light. I flip him off before carefully returning my attention back to the road and not on my failing friendship. Gotta make it to the diner in one piece. I don't think Mikasa and Armin would appreciate having to cancel their plans in order to make a stop at the hospitable to visit me in a full body cast.

At the next stop light I pull up Google Maps because the diner 'down the road' looks to be shut down. Thanks Armin. Just as the new address is pulled up, the light turns green. I accelerate on the now correct path and turn left on the next street.

I yawn, suddenly overcome by waves of drowsiness. My mom always scolded me that staying up until 3 a.m. would eventually catch up to me, and damn was she right. I flip on the radio and hear the electric pulse of Passion Pit to help me stay awake.

The waves are becoming increasingly harder to bare, the loud club music playing on the car's stereo is now a lullaby, beckoning me to shut my heavy eyelids.

As if appearing out of thin air, I see a vaguely familiar blonde girl sitting in the passenger seat.

I smile, feeling very drunk, as I realize she used to work at Sweetie Pi's, "You're the quiet girl at my work! You used to go home with Reiner!" Her eyes widen at the statement before narrowing once again, nodding.

"How'd you get here? Were you hiding in my trunk? THIS IS THE MOST CRAZIEST THING! That happened junior year an-" I murmur as I take my hands off the wheel to face her.

Time seems to slow as she speaks, "I'm here because I'm a SleepBringer. Levi and his assistant with the weird haircut disturbed Reiner, my client multiple times. They made a fool of him. Levi also killed my last client. It was just before 100 years would've passed, but instead I had to remain a SleepBringer for 20 more years in order to repay not interfering with my clients kidnappings." Her voice is calm and low, I'm honestly too tired to make sense of what she's saying, but I did hear Levi's name. I wonder what he's doing right now.

"Kids napping. That's really funny. I need a nap too, but I'm not a kid!" She frowns at me, and I wondered if I'd said something wrong.

"They didn't realize I couldn't interfere. I would've had to permanently become a SleepBringer if I killed him." She stares out the window as she continues, "You probably wouldn't recognize me, but when you were taken as a child, I was that man's 'sandman' as you call them. I couldn't do anything. I was selfish, I just wished to be free, to be human. But now it's all taken away. I've been punished by the Council of SleepBringers. I am to forever be stuck as invisible to humans. Forever chained to this." She looks directly at me, pain evident in her eyes, "My father used to tell me, back when he was alive, someone always must pay. And so Levi will pay."

Her words suddenly catch up to me, "I'm sorry that you have to be the pawn, Eren."

With that time speeds back up.

My car is swerving off the road, closer, and closer to the bridge.

With adrenaline filled movements, I grip the wheel and turn it as hard as I can, but it's too late and I'm plunging down into the river. After reading all those YA novels, I expect to see my life flash before my eyes, but instead am met with the racing nonsense going throughout my head.

I take one last breathe, unbuckle my seatbelt, and haul open the door.

It's all up to fate now.