"Rivai! Rivai!"

A vein popped in the corporal's forehead. The fuck does that vampire-freak want? He turned around annoyingly to stare at his comrade with a not-so-happy glare. She bounded to him with an unprecedented energy; how she could be so ecstatic about vampires was beyond him.

"The fuck you want?" Hanji seemed to not be phased by the corporal's harsh tone of voice.

"Are you going to see the vampire boy again? He's quite a hottie, isn't he?" Her eyes sparkled with excitement. Her enthusiasm only pissed the male off. Ignoring her, he turned back around and down the stone stairs to where Eren was. Right before his hand reached for the handle to the door, her voice rang out again. This time, it was more serious.

"Rivaille." He turned his head around again. "You should be more careful from now on. There are some people who are suspicious…even those who you trust the most." He did take her words to heart, but he remained himself and did not waver.

"Well, it's a good thing I don't trust you." A faint smile spread across the female's lips.

"Sometimes I wish you would."

Rivaille made sure the door was shut tight before approaching the young vampire. Somehow he looked even worse than before. He looked like a ghost, the only color being the scars and bruises all over his body. It seemed whoever had seen him last had enjoyed humiliating and torturing the poor kid.

His clothes were torn into pieces, and it almost looked as if an animal had attacked him. Scratch marks were all over his bare chest and he could see some over his shoulders which no doubt carried over to his back. The stench of blood filled the dungeon, and it made the older male cover his nose a bit.

Eren's lower half had also been exposed, scars and bruises there too. He saw a puddle of a white substance pooled near his bottom, and suddenly anger boiled in him.

"What kind of sick fuck enjoys sticking his raisin inside a fucking vampire? Disgusting." The corporal pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and knelt by Eren. "You smell." He commented as he wiped up all of the milky fluid that was swirled with a bit of a familiar red. He honestly felt like killing someone, and the vampire could sense it.

"Your blood-lust is deafening." Eren spoke up, his crimson eyes looking up at the other. Rivaille didn't respond; he only resumed cleaning a little of the mess. It irritated him to see the other in such a filthy state; even if he was an enemy of mankind. "Why?" His strained voice was barely more audible than a whisper. The older male blinked. "Why do you help me?"

Why, huh? I don't even know that myself…how the hell am I supposed to answer you, kid? Once Eren was relatively clean, he discarded the dirtied handkerchief and took a step back. He looked down at the boy, who was expecting an answer. As if on cue, those green eyes returned. Damn those eyes…fucking haunting me like a ghost. Before he could answer the boy, he needed to answer himself.

Why? Why does he help him? Did he feel sorry for him? He's only 16 years old…was it pity? Or was it something else?

Did he…feel pity for his humanity? Those green eyes…perhaps they were a beacon of the humanity the boy still believed he had. And perhaps Rivaille believed he had it too.

For the second time, he knelt down close to him, revealing his bare neck that had a few scars from their previous encounter. The crimson hues returned and his teeth achingly revealed themselves.

"Won't you answer me?" Eren gasped, trying to restrain himself for the time being. Rivaille stared long and hard at the boy, and closed his eyes.

"I don't know, kid. I don't know."

For the moment, it was enough. Once more the vampire leaned forward, sinking his teeth into pale white skin, extracting the sweet red liquid from his skin, squeezing almost every drop. But not enough to kill him. Perhaps his humanity prevented him from killing another…or maybe it was something else.

Rivaille pulled away, noticing the color returning to the poor boy. He didn't say a word as he left, buttoning up his shirt and wiping the blood still lingering on his neck. Eren was satisfied, for the moment.

Slowly, but surely, the vampire boy was becoming addicted to the taste of the soldier.

The older male locked the door behind him and was met with a familiar face. He did not jump in surprise, keeping a calm composure.

"Commander Irwin." He greeted the other, looking up at his superior.

"Rivaille…" The blond male looked down at his neck, which the shorter male covered casually with his hand. "What are you doing down here?" The corporal took a deep breath.

"Hanji asked for some surveillance while she stepped out." His gaze remained cold and unwavering. Irwin took that answer for now, and walked down to open the door that separated them form the vampire boy. "I'll take my leave now, Commander." He walked back up the stairs to his chambers, avoiding the other for now.

Irwin turned his head briefly, noticing the small bloodstain on the back of his crisp white shirt.