Author's Note: Consider everything I have written until now the prologue. :)

Also, shout out to Plnsomn for your review, thank you, it breathed life back into me.

I hear nothing, my attention numbly focused on the bloody body hanging from the wall, unmoving. An angry scream is filling my ears and it takes me a moment to realize that its coming from me. I'm screaming, seeing red, my legs moving without my permission. I don't know how I got there, but I'm inches away from entering the room when an arm shoots out at the height of my neck, the momentum of my forced stop swinging me through the air and landing me on my back.

Wheezing, I roll over onto my stomach trying to get back up on my feet when a foot comes down and pins me to the floor.

"Why always in a hurry, Eren?" The strigoi woman mocks, her heel digging in a little harder, "Please do stay and chat a little longer." Her giddy laughter is cut off and she's tackled, sending both her and her attacker through a wall.

Knees shaking, lungs burning, I pick myself up and stumble through the door. I'm not surprised that my vision is blurry, tears lining my face, my throat burning.

"Mikasa...Mikasa, I'm here." My voice is cracking, my hands trembling when I finally reach her, my palms immediately going to her face, lifting her head. "Say something, please."

There's a crash outside the door, snarls and laughter echoing not too far behind. I'm pushing Mikasa's dirtied black hair back, trying to get her to come around. I can feel the panic welling up and I have to stop for a second to just breathe.

My heart still feels like it wants to split open but I get myself to at least focus for a minute. My eyes scanning as much as I can make out of Mikasa in the dim lighting. I press shaking fingers to the pulse at her neck. I swallow back a relieved sob at the faint beat I feel, instead turning my attention to the shackles around her wrists. I reach up and immediately feel the burn of silver. The shackles themselves are lined on the inside with rubber, meant to weaken but not mutilate the skin.

Gritting my teeth, I grab at the chain between Mikasa's wrists and the wall. My palms feel like fire but I ignore it and pull. It feels like years before I feel the wall give, Mikasa's arm falling to her side. Sweating and dizzy, I grab at the remaining chain. This time, my arms scream in protest as the searing sensation travels further down. Its like moving through molasses, an age before the chain snaps and Mikasa slumps to the floor.

By now, everything is a blur, my brain beating itself against my skull. I drop to my knees next to Mikasa, one arm behind her shoulders, the other behind her knees. I don't even lift her an inch before we both topple to the floor. I feel helplessness swirl through me and with it comes frustration. Weak. So fucking weak. I snarl and I want to slam a fist through the floor when I feel a hand on my shoulder.

"Let me help."

I almost want to deny the offer, did I not owe it to Mikasa to save her? Was I too pathetic to do things on my own? Instead, I sag against the touch and nod, getting to my feet.

"You get 'er right side and I'll get 'er left, a'ight?"

I look at Ymir, eyes wide. I know she can see my legs shaking in exhaustion, my body ready to collapse. I open my mouth to ask but she cuts me off with a shake of her head.

"She's important to you ain't she? I know what it feels like ta want ta play the hero." Her eyes seem to dull for a second, but its gone before I can really pinpoint the emotion. "We need ta move fast while those two monsters are still at it."

I remember Levi then, my head whipping to the doorway where only sounds of destruction could be heard. I frown. Was it ok to leave him here? I turn to where Ymir is throwing one of Mikasa's arm over her shoulder. Right. We both came here for different reasons, I have no obligation to care about him. With that, I help Ymir pull the limp woman between us upright.

I don't know how we make it to the door we came in through, the entire way a hazard of falling debris. The outside feels cool on my skin and I soak in the air and the faint light of the moon. It takes us over twenty minutes to reach the edge of the forest. Its when we drop beside a large tree that a thought occurs to me and I turn to Ymir.

"Weren't you looking for someone?"

The tan woman's eyes could cut glass. "I didn't find 'er." Her fists clench and she glares at the ground. "She was moved again."

I want to ask more but its then that a sound like a collapsing building echoes around the trees. Ymir and I look at each other and then down at Mikasa.

"We should shift, take turns carrying her if we have to, it'll be faster."

I nod and get to my feet. "I'll carry her first, just follow behind me."

She only gives a grin and a sarcastic salute before she begins to shift. Her form is only slightly smaller than mine own, thinner, her pelt a mangy black. I shift not too long after, shuddering as I feel power flow through me, stopping any bleeding from before. Ymir huffs at me and I nod, going to Mikasa's limp form and gently placing her between my jaws.

We run as fast as we can manage, senses on high alert for any pursuers. Even with the distance between us and the mansion, I can't seem to shake a sense of foreboding. I can still hear the strigoi woman's words in my head, ringing louder and louder.

Ymir's shoulder nudges into me, breaking into my thoughts. We're close to the abandoned warehouses, the trip taking twice as long as exhaustion and cautiousness hung around us like a cloud. Once inside one of the creaky, dusty buildings, we shift and collapse to the ground.

"I'd give m'left tit fer a shot of vodka right now." Ymir wheezes.

I garble out a noise of consent, feeling boneless.

For a long while, the only sound filling the empty space is that of our breathing slowing to normal levels. My eyes are heavy and my limbs feel like lead. I'm close to just letting sleep take me when a groan beside me has me sitting upright.

"Mikasa?"

Her brow is knitted, but other than that, there's no other sign of her coming around. Worry has me remembering the small tracking device Armin had stuck to the inside of my pants. My fingers dip into my waistline to click on the device when I hear what sounds like it could be laughter but resembles choking instead, come from Ymir.

I only have energy to lift an eyebrow at her. She rolls her eyes, looking like a puddle of skin melting into the concrete. "I thought yer were gonna whip out ya meat and give me the five finger salute fer a second there."

I end up choking on my spit, in shock or amusement, I'm not sure...probably both. Wheezing, I turn my body a few centimeters in her direction. "What? I don't even...what?"

All she does is lift a hand to point at where I'd turned on the tracker. I don't even have enough air in my lungs to laugh and I end up sounding just like Ymir had. Like a dying frog, and in a way, its a relief. An anchor to keep me from cracking. There are so many questions about a hell of a lot of things, but right now, my most important goal has been accomplished.

I want to brush away the hair covering Mikasa's face, to see her and feel that the world is right again. Instead, I can only look at her, but even that brings a warmth back into my heart.

I don't know how long we lie there, a few minutes, a couple hours, but the next time I open my eyes its to large, watery, blue eyes and I give a tired grin.

"I got her, Armin."

"I see that, you stupid idiot." Armin is shaking his head but he's smiling back. "Now I see why your boss kept you in house arrest." At that, I see a darker pair of blue eyes above Armin and I can just feel my stomach sink into the floor.

"I think using the word 'idiot' is much too lenient, Mr. Arlert." Smith also has a smile on his face, his however, kind of makes me wish I was back in the womb. "We'll save this discussion for after we get back to headquarters."

I'm moments away from swallowing my tongue so I only nod and let myself be lifted by the people Smith had brought with him. There was a smaller amount of agents than I thought there would be, but it makes sense after I think about it. A large crowd would attract unwanted attention.

Mikasa is placed inside a black car, a blanket draped over her, Ymir and I following suit. The inside is cramped but I refused to be separated from her, and Ymir was left to decide on her own. I float in and out of consciousness for a while and I'm sure that I'm hauled up the stairs back into my apartment. I don't even remember getting dumped on the mattress.

I know that I sleep for a long time, occasionally waking up in a cold sweat. I don't remember what I dream about and I count that as a blessing. However, I know that something is keeping the nightmares at bay, but the presence never lingers. Sometimes it's a voice, other times a touch and I honestly don't know if I'm more curious or pissed off that this is happening.

I'm leaning more towards pissed off.

When I next open my eyes, its to a darkness, which is good because if I had woken up to the sun burning a hole in my retinas, I would have just ripped them out of my skull.

Groaning, I turn my head towards my night stand. Its just passed three in the morning, who knows how many days later. A sigh catches in my throat when I notice movement outside my window. I see a flash of black and silver and I narrow my eyes.

Wincing, I get up and walk over, tense, as I place my fingers on the edge and push up the glass frame.

"What do you want?" My voice rings out in the night, my eyes searching. I don't see anything, but I know he's there. I don't know why he's come back. He could be angry that I left him. I click my tongue as the thought crosses my mind. Probably best to keep the window closed then.

A hand keeps me from pushing the window down and I begin to sweat. "Did you need something?" I ask again, this time my eyes focused on silver ones.

Faster than I can think, my air supply is cut off, Levi's grip tight around my throat. "What do you remember?"

Gasping, I glare at him and spit out, "I don't know what you're talking about."

His eyes seem to glow, his pupils shrinking threateningly. "Don't lie to me."

I'm grabbing at his wrist now, trying to pry him off but its like trying to move a statue. "I really don't see why I would lie about something this stupid," I choke out. "I just want to fucking sleep."

His face is suddenly really close, squeezing a little harder and I make a strangled noise. I avoid looking directly at him, feeling my face get hot. I hiss when I feel fingers grab my jaw and force my face forward. Maybe its good that Levi's hand was around my neck because then I can say that it's the reason I'm not breathing.

The asshole was fucking gorgeous, cut jaw and a sharp gaze, silver eyes almost glowing. I know he's saying something but I'm not hearing a word, my attention caught on the way his lips move. I squirm. Shit, fuck, what day was it?

I don't notice that the hold on my neck has loosened until I'm coughing and sucking down air. I'm on the floor now, clutching my chest, eyes watery. I feel more than see Levi crouch in front of me.

"Going into your head is too risky, but there are better ways to make you talk, werewolf."

That sentence would have been interesting if he wasn't a vampire with a face that screamed 'deadly'. It only takes a flick of his eyes towards my lower half to have me in fight or flight mode. Well, more like panic mode.

I was hard.

"Don't fucking touch me." I growl, scrambling until my back hits a wall.

He's in front of me in a flash, his arms caging me in on either side of my head. The air is charged, stifling. He brings a knee up to press between my legs and my breathing hitches. "You will tell me what I want, or I'll show you a different kind of pain."

I lock my jaw and narrow my eyes at him. "I don't know what you're talking about."

He's smashing his lips against mine, rough and wet. I bite his lip and he shoves his tongue in my mouth. There is nothing passionate about this kiss, but there is an emotion I can't identify. I'm growling into his mouth, bucking in surprise when I feel him palm the front of my pants. Its hot and I'm dizzy, feeling the power of the moon guiding my actions.

I'm clawing at his shirt, unsure if I'm pushing him away or pulling him closer. I taste blood, his or mine, I can't tell, the groans in the air mixing. I don't care when it was when Levi pulled my dick free, but his hand is stroking me fast and uncoordinated, and it feels so fucking good.

My mouth is open and panting, Levi licking at the drool sliding down the corner of my lips. Annoyed with how easily he's controlling my body, I bring a socked foot to his crotch and press. I feel him shudder and I smirk. A smirk that is immediately wiped off my face and replaced with a shaky groan when I feel him palm the head of my cock, his thumb sliding with the precome to tease just below along the vein.

I feel like putty, bucking into his hand weakly as fire burns in my belly. I can't see his face, his nose skimming along my neck, breathing deeply. I swallow down a whine when I feel his tongue lick the shell of my ear, his breath warm and inviting.

"You want me to fuck you, don't you?" His tone has me glaring.

"F-fuck you." I stutter, arching when he squeezes just right.

His chuckle is dark, wringing a loud cry from me when he increases the pace. "It doesn't matter," he answers lowly, slowly pulling back, his mouth hovering over my neck. "I just need you to come for me."

"Don- !" My protest is cut off when I feel his teeth sink in. I scream, coming hard into his hand. I can feel my eyes rolling shut, drool dripping out the corner of my mouth. Everything is white, my body shaking as I finally slump against the wall.

Blinking blearily, I look to Levi who is sitting back on his heels. I watch as he brings his soiled hand to his mouth, licking a finger slowly.

"You weren't lying." He murmurs. I notice his eyes then, confusion flashing through the haze.

Vampires eyes turned red. His were pitch black.

Author's Note: So, I've decided. I'm going to write shorter chapters so I can update at least once a week cuz I'm exasperating myself with how slow I am. I love you all, thank you for staying and giving this fic a chance.