A/N: I figured out that I wasn't really doing Irwin right (I knew when I was writing, but I didn't give a shit then), so I'll try to fix that here. I suppose this is semi-angst? Yeah. Also, what should I call the cafe? You should give me a name for it.

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Levi scowled as Hanji dragged him into the cafe. She had brought Irwin, who was scowling as well. She was raving about how much she loved Halloween and how much she loved Halloween costumes.

Inside, they had decorated the place with cobwebs, fake spiders, and tombstones. They had orange and black streamers and little pumpkins hanging from the ceiling. Levi found himself scanning for Eren. There. The brunette was dressed as a vampire, saying cheesy lines that made him sound like a dork. A really... cute dork.

Levi sat down with Hanji and Irwin. They never acted lovey-dovey around people, because they never felt the need to. Hanji would occasionally say something that made Irwin blush, and the other way around, but all together it didn't disgust Levi.

Christa ended up being their waitress. She was dressed up as a kitty ears maid, which really wasn't that bad. She took their order and left. Levi spotted Mikasa glaring at him out of the corner of his eye. She was dressed as a pirate.

Eren glanced over at Levi's table every once in a while. It was a bit embarrassing having Levi see him in a costume, but at least he didn't have kitty ears. Or a horse mask. He smirked as he looked over at Jean, who had been voted to wear the horse mask by everyone, even Christa. The customers were giggling, and it took every ounce of Jean's will not to smack them.

Eren would also glance at the table in the back. The men there wouldn't take their eyes off him, and it worried Eren. He didn't want to bother anyone, though, so he kept quiet. They got up and left after about a half hour.

Eren noticed that the trash was full. He sighed, knowing that no one else was going to take it out. He puled the heavy trash bag out of the can and carried it outside.

There were three men out there smoking. The three men from the table in the back. Eren regarded them warily as he set the trash bag down next to the others. They looked at him, then at each other. Grins spread across their faces, and Eren's blood ran cold. He needed to get back inside, quick.

"Hey." one of them said, blowing a puff of smoke out.

"Hello." Eren said as calmly as possible.

"You know..." he began, closing the distance between Eren and himself. Eren's back hit the wall. "You're really cute."

"Thank you." Eren said, his voice sounding strained. "Now, if you'll excuse me..." Eren tried to duck underneath the man's arm.

"Not so fast." the man said, smirking. Eren felt a flash of panic before he felt a sharp pain on his head and everything was swallowed by darkness.

Levi frowned. Eren still hadn't come back inside the cafe. How long did it take to take out the trash?

His phone buzzed in his pocket. He stood up and went outside before answering. It was Eren.

"Help." he heard Eren whisper. Levi felt his stomach drop.

"What? What is it? Where are you?" Levi asked urgently, trying not to panic.

"Uhm..." He heard a bit of shuffling. "We just stopped at that one trashy building by Walmart."

Levi knew the one. "I'll be right there." he said, shutting his phone and shoving it in his pocket. Hanji was the one who had driven them there, so driving was out. Shit, shit, shit. Shit!

Levi ran.

Eren sat on the floor of the shoddy building, his hands and feet bound. His kidnappers were off talking about god knows what. Eren was panicking. What if Levi didn't come? What if Eren was stuck here?

One of the men walked toward him. "You look so cute, bound and helpless like that." he said, smirking. Eren hated him.

Eren scowled. "Let me go." his voice broke in the middle of the sentence, making him sound as scared as he was, and he didn't like that. He didn't want them to know he was scared.

"Now, why would I do that?" the man grinned. He pulled Eren up roughly by his hair. Eren let out a yelp.

Their faces were inches apart. Eren tried to pull away, but the man's grip on his hair was too painful. The man leaned forward, their lips now centimeters apart. Eren could feel the man's warm breath on his face. The man moved forward, just a bit, and...

A/N: Sorry. You're allowed to hate me. That isn't even a good way to end a cliffhanger, but I didn't know how else to do that.