A/N: It's going to be a long fic, just a heads up for anyone who gets interested in it. So far i've planned 9 chapters ahead, there's going to be fluff and angst and comedy and a bit of violence (it's a vampire AU after all) any kind of feedback will be greatly appreciated, I'll try to put up the chapters as quickly as I can.

The tallish guy across the club dance floor nodded at him, raising his beer bottle. Levi smirked in return guessing it was the same guy who blew him off not 10 minutes ago. After doing this so many times, all of their faces start sort of blending in together like one large stereotype that Levi went after. Not too tall that he'd feel uncomfortable, short hair, preferably dark, well-built, and clear, defined face features, that soon get buried in his crotch.

He followed the stranger with his eyes, which were eventually forced to land on a group of three young boys. That was the word that Levi decided to use, because anyone who was dancing like that didn't deserve the title man. They were trashing around like high school kids who were out for the first time on a school night, feeling rebellious and reckless, but most of all stupid.

It was amusing to watch them though. Levi smiled slightly to himself as the smaller one of them with blond hair almost down to his shoulders nearly slipped and fell while the apparent leader of the group, a taller boy in his early twenties with a mop of dark brown hair and a worn out black tee remained completely ignorant to his friend. He kept dancing and jumping never quite catching the beat, but it didn't look like he cared. Levi looked him up and down and sighed tiredly, trying to ignore the sick nostalgic feeling of being young, naïve, oh and alive.

"Get me another glass." Levi said not bothering to turn his head towards the bar knowing quite well that Hanji heard him.

"Spotted another one?" she asked curiously while pouring him his special wine. Hanji stored it in a separate place just for him and occasionally for Erwin if he decided to visit. The secret to it was, that it was about 0% wine and 100% blood. She didn't wait for an answer because it was clear already "Wow third one tonight, what, are you on a bet with Erwin or something?" she added cheerfully, passing him the wine glass and putting her hands on the counter, leaning in a little to see which one Levi targeted this time.

"Wow! I like this one." She exclaimed excitedly while looking at the boy jumping up and down "He's got some funk!" Levi rolled his eyes.

"I don't think anyone's used that word since 1993." He remarked.

"Pft! Says the person who swears like a 90 year old man, ain't that right, mugwump?" She returned smug.

"That's not even the correct use of the insult, idiot." Levi said calmly sipping the cool liquid, while putting on his shades. If he were to go after another boy again, he had to have enough blood in his system. Levi felt his heart start beating faster as he drank, almost reaching the standard human heartbeat rate. Almost.

"Y'know for someone who recently got off, you still sound like you've been suffering from blue balls for the past decade." Hanji replied almost bitterly fixing her blue vest over her white button up shirt.

Levi swallowed his last sip and waited a moment before opening his mouth, feeling his teeth get back into their proper place "Well so do you, except in your case it's actually true." He smirked smugly and watched as Hanji's cheeks went slightly pinkish. Levi knew how to push her buttons, by now he knew how to push nearly anyone's pressure points. But the thing with Hanji was that no matter how hard you pressed, you still couldn't get rid of her. She stuck like a leech to the things that mattered and roamed as a free spirit through everything else. Levi admired that.

His lazy view was turned back to the dance floor as he pushed his shades back on top of his head with his two fingers. He glanced around quickly not seeing the group of boys. Damn Hanji distracting him. He turned around with a frown only to find that the boys had also just stumbled by the bar. The other friend, slightly taller, with a mop of short light hair on his head and a long face placed his hand determinedly on the table.

"Bartender! Give me the cheapest and strongest drink you have, three of them!" he said throughout his laughter. The words were slurred and Levi could tell that the next drink was going to send him straight on his knees, looking up at the white toilet tank like it's Jesus.

"Whoa boys what's the occasion?" Hanji asked conversationally as she poured three shots of vodka for them.

"My buddy's story got published in the New York f-fucking Times." He said proudly patting the brown haired boy on the shoulder. The later simply grinned and nodded in response, he was pretty hammered too by the looks of it.

"Good job, kid." Levi said locking eyes with him. He stared at him a few seconds longer than socially acceptable with a light smirk on his face before raising his wine glass to him. The boy stared back with his big green eyes before heaving a sigh and smiling widely at him.

Got him.

It was surprisingly easy working up humans like that. Make them feel special and wanted and they're as good as yours. The whole routine was predictable, even a little boring, but satisfying nonetheless. Levi smiled to himself because sure enough the boy couldn't take his eyes off of him the entire time he was at the bar.

"Don't you think he's a bit too drunk for this?" Hanji asked quietly so only Levi could hear. He didn't answer, but it was one of those rare times when Hanji was right. Levi wasn't a fan of fooling around with someone who could puke on your lap any second. Levi stared at the wine glass, seeing the red liquid slosh around in it lazily, before deciding that it wasn't worth it.

"Me and Jean are thinking of taking off, you ready to go?" the shortest one, the one with the longish blond hair asked quietly after some time. But not quietly enough not to reach Levi's sensitive hearing.

"Nah, you guys go, I'm uh-" the Mr. New York Times writer threw a not-so-subtle glance towards Levi, which he pretended not to notice "I think I'm gonna hang around for a while." He said with a small smile.

"Celebrating big time tonight, eh?" the tall one, Jean, replied wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. The shorter one giggled drunkenly and patted him on the back. They looked like two proud parents sending their child off to college and Levi couldn't help but find that idiotically amusing.

He turned his attention to his drink once he heard his friends leave the club and started counting in his head.

"It's a bit strange seeing someone drink wine at a club." The brown haired boy dropped as he took a seat on the stall next to Levi. It took him less than 10 seconds to approach him, Levi was impressed. It usually takes guys more than 15.

"As it is strange to see a New York Times writer order the cheapest drinks." Levi returned, turning to him and raising his eyebrow. The boy laughed airily.

"Fair enough." He agreed. "I'm Eren." He introduced himself extending his hand, which was swaying a little due to his lack of coordination.

"Levi." He grasped the hand, noting the obvious contrast between his pale hand and Eren's tanned one. "So how does it feel being a published writer?" he asked lightly. Levi put an effort in shielding his asshole personality, who knows, maybe the kid managed to sober up enough by now.

"It's so fant- awesome!" Eren stumbled through his words, not quite sure which expression of joy to use. Okay so maybe not. "I've been working so hard and it's finally actually paying off."

"Enjoy it while it lasts, kid." Levi dropped with a more serious note. These little joys never lived very long, Levi knew that better than anyone.

"Oh I will." He agreed nodding to himself. "That's why I'm here, I'm uh- enjoying myself." He added suggestively, lightly bumping his leg against Levi's.

Levi sort of wanted to laugh at his seduction attempt but kept his face cool and indifferent. Meanwhile Hanji had less self control as he heard her snickering while bending down to get a fresh bottle of tequila.

"P-perhaps you'd like to enjoy yours-" Eren started, but Levi had to cut him short.

"Kid, I'm not interested." he deadpanned "You're way too drunk to be doing this." He raised his eyebrows all-knowingly.

"What are you talking about? I'm not even that drunk!" Eren nearly yelled offended.

Levi raised his eyebrow "Oh, my bad, guess it was some other kid, who got upset because he couldn't light the cigarette that he was holding backwards." Levi replied a bit mockingly.

"That-" Eren started in self defense, but his face went red as he realized he had nothing "was an honest mistake." He concluded "could happen to anyone." He brushed it off casually, but the tips of his ears were burning. Levi could hear the blood pumping furiously inside him. "What were you doing watching me then anyway, huh?" he shot back squinting his eyes drunkenly, with a playful smile on his face.

"I like to occasionally observe the degradation of today's society." Levi answered coldly.

"What- uh" Eren stumbled confused "Are- are you mocking me?" he asked after a moment outraged.

"For a writer you're not so quick with catching up on things."

"Pft , y'know what? Just… whatever dude." Eren stood up clearly offended now.

"Couldn't have said it better myself." Levi dropped sarcastically. Eren shot him another outraged glare before getting off the stool. Levi waited till he was in the clear so he could take another delicious sip of his drink. He felt his sharp teeth extend before his lips touched the glass. It was uncomfortable every time.

"Are you doing some fucked up good cop bad cop routine on this kid?" Hanji asked confused, turning to him. The bar was nearly empty by then, only one other person at the end of it, too far to see Levi in detail though.

"Nah, I'm not going after him. He was being too forward, it's annoying." Levi scrunched up his nose a bit, not caring that his teeth were visible as he spoke.

"Yeah, I know, people who actually want you are the worst." Hanji put her hands on her hips in fake annoyance. "They're not letting you emotionally manipulate them into sex, instead they're actually showing initiative. Wow, the nerve of these people!"

"Exactly." Levi nodded.

"It's a shame you turned him down." she sighed seriously now "I liked him."

"How surprising." Levi dropped. Hanji liked nearly everyone she met.

"Hey, there are people that I don't like" she replied haughtily like she caught up on Levi's train of thought. It was really creepy when she did that. "like them." she trailed off staring at the back of the club where a new group of three entered it.

Levi turned around and his face dropped. The three predators in their dark clothes stepped inside confidently, scanning the place with their sharp, piercing eyes, while their faces remained as cold as ever. The leader of the three, Ymir, a tall woman with dark brown hair, narrow eyes and a superior expression on her face motioned with her head for the other two men to follow her as they took a seat at the furthest table at the club.

One of the men, very muscular with light hair, large nose and thin lips pressed together tightly in a thin line resembled a body guard. In a lot of cases that was actually true as he was the main muscle of their pack. Anyone in the club who saw him backed up, making sure they wouldn't get in his way. Reiner sort of had that effect on people. Good thing Levi wasn't exactly people, nor was he easily intimidated.

The third one was the tallest of them called Bertolt. He had an especially calm, long face, short black hair and slightly hooded eyes making him look like he was constantly bored. He wasn't particularly muscular nor did he look threatening like Reiner, but Levi knew better than that. In fact, he'd much rather take on Reiner any other day than get on Bertolt's bad side.

Levi and Hanji exchanged a look and the naturally optimistic bartender sighed tiredly, fixed her heavy framed glasses and moved on to take an order from her next customer. Both of them knew why they were here. The fierce, hungry look on their faces was unmistakable. They were targeting people just like Levi did an hour ago, except their intentions were entirely different.

Levi felt kind of sorry for Hanji, knowing that not in 24 hours she was going to get assaulted by a few grumpy looking policemen, asking her questions about someone who had gone missing and was last seen at the club. Sometimes he thought those fuckers were doing it on purpose, and snickered behind their backs as Levi and the others were forced to lie through their teeth, protecting their own kind.

The blood in his glass stared back at him. Alright, so maybe Levi wasn't exactly a saint himself. He's done his fair share of killings, but at least his approach wasn't that cocky and brutal. He never went for the innocent.

Levi scoffed under his breath in distaste and turned back towards the bar, he really didn't want to see which one they picked this time, and continued finishing his drink.

It seemed like Hanji was avoiding looking at them either, but the tension in her face was visible as day. Or night in this case. Whatever.

Levi sat there for another good 15 minutes after finishing his drink before deciding to leave. It was nearly 3am and he still had shit to do that day. No wait, night. God damn it. After all this time Levi still hadn't properly figured how to phrase these things.

He stood up and left without as much as a glance at Hanji. What was the point, he was going to see her in a few hours at home anyway. He didn't see Ymir's group in the club anymore. Levi honestly didn't know if he should be pleased or worried about that. He figured neither. It wasn't his fucking business how they handled their food supply.

Levi breathed in the cold night's air, the night wind was pleasantly caressing his face. This was by far the best thing about being a nocturnal being. His feet carried him through the street, his mind was already in another place when he heard voices from the dark alley nearby.

"Trust me dude, this party is going to be sick! You should come with us!" an excited male voice said in a considerably hushed tone.

"I don't know guys, I- just- don't know, y'know?" a drunken voice slurred. Levi rolled his eyes and continued walking.

"Eren listen to me, you deserve this. How many people there do you think wrote for the New York fucking Times? You're gonna be a legend there."

Levi closed his eyes. Shit.

That voice was unmistakable, the fake sweetness and encouragement could only belong to one cunning leader. Levi stopped in his tracks again. Of course it had to be him. Sometimes it seemed that the universe liked to lean back and laugh at Levi's life. It was like hey, heard your life was pretty fucked up, here's something even worse to take your mind off it.

Why was he still listening to this? He should have just walked away. It wasn't his fucking business. So the kid's gonna become their lunch, it's not the first time this had happened. The brat should've thought twice before drinking that much and getting led on by strangers. It wasn't Levi's fault that he made these decisions. No, he was gonna walk away, getting involved in this wouldn't be good for anyone.

"Hey kids, what are you up to?" Levi announced loudly stepping in the alley.

Nailed it.

"Beat it shrimp, this doesn't concern you." Ymir nearly hissed through her teeth. As Levi approached he saw just how terrible all of them looked, their skin was pale and thin, almost see-through, their eyes looked tired, hollow and their irises were already white. They hadn't fed in more than a week. Fuck, he was gonna get shit for this.

"I think you should lay off him." Levi declared calmly. Eren was hanging loosely, being supported by Reiner's arm. From the look on his face Eren wasn't quite sure what was happening. It was obvious why he became their target. Stupid fucking kid. Levi thought bitterly.

"And we don't particularly care what you think." Ymir returned cockily.

"Leave him be, Ymir." Levi said in a deeper demanding voice stepping closer. They didn't have enough strength to take him, even Bertolt. Ymir knew that. Nonetheless Reiner also took a step forward, standing near Ymir.

"Why the fuck should we do that?" her gaze was a bit crazed now. Levi tensed up slightly. This could mean sudden reckless actions form her side.

"The kid's a junkie." He replied quickly. This approach was his best option. "I mean look at him, he's no writer for New York Times. Didn't think you guys were that thick not to see it." He said cleverly choosing his words.

"I don't fucking care if he's the president's son or a professional garbage collector. Levi, we're hungry." The last word was stretched out almost like a plea.

"Levi…" Eren repeated suddenly, lifting his head a little. At least he wasn't totally out.

"His blood is mixed with fuck knows what Ymir, do you remember what that did to you? To all of us?" Levi said urgently and this time Ymir took a second thinking. Levi knew what was replaying in her head. "Do you honestly want to go down that road again?" he added softly.

Ymir was angry. Her rapid breathing was only increasing. She lifted her head and bared her fangs at Levi, her irises were fully white. Levi remained still and refused the urge to step back, he wasn't prepared for a fight. The blood deprivation was making her seem like an actual predator, a real undead being that didn't belong in this world.

"I'm just looking out for you." Levi said calmly staring at her, but Ymir wasn't backing down, she was still breathing harshly. Levi sighed tiredly and was starting to bare his own teeth when he saw Ymir heave a sigh and motion to Reiner to give up Eren.

Reiner shoved him out of his grasp towards Levi, who caught him by his arm. The idiot still flailed and Levi had to hold almost his entire weight. Levi merely nodded at them.

"You could always go to Hanji, she has some more stored, I'm sure she can get you a discount." Levi offered. He never understood the pride they took in killing people. Bertolt laughed at him under his breath, Ymir smiled too.

"We're not going fucking vegan just because of a little hunger." She laughed it off. Levi had the urge to raise an eyebrow sarcastically. "We're doing this the way nature intended it to be." She said proudly. "One has to be the prey and the other has to be the predator. You know that better than anyone Levi." She said with a mocking smile.

Fuck that bitch.

Levi clenched his teeth and said nothing. They turned to leave, probably to just feed off the first person they see. Bertolt was the last to turn around from them. He looked between Levi and Eren hanging from his arm.

"Huh. You've gone soft." He said with a hint of disappointment with those stupid hooded eyes of his before joining Ymir and Reiner.

Levi huffed tiredly under his breath and looked at the idiot hanging on his arm. He probably had no idea what just happened or more like what Levi just had to go through to save his good for nothing ass.

"Can you walk, kid?" he asked trying to get him upright. He mumbled something under his breath, but it was clear he couldn't even stand. "Fucking Christ." Levi swore under his breath. When did he become a god damn babysitter. This blubbering ass wasn't worth his effort.

"Okay where's your phone, I'm gonna call your friends to pick you up." Levi said clearly articulating every syllable so it would reach him.

"Don't have uh phone." Eren mumbled putting his head into his hands. Levi huffed angrily, setting him down on the ground against a wall.

"Who the fuck doesn't have their phone with them, it's fucking 2014 dude." He complained. "Alright whatever, just tell me where you live, I'll call a cab."

"Levi…" he mumbled lamely under his breath again.

"Yes we've already settled that, that's my name. Focus you dweeb, where do you live?" he asked slightly shaking him by the shoulders. Eren shook his head a little, it seemed like it was too heavy for him to keep up.

"It's like right next to that store, the uh brown building." He mumbled. Eren's eyes were shutting and he was drifting off to sleep.

"Oh for fuck's sake." Levi cursed almost completely losing his temper. "Yeah sure that's god damn helpful." He ran a hand through his hair instinctively before hauling him over his shoulder "Man I'm going to regret this." He mumbled to himself as he started walking along the street again. He felt Eren stir under his hand a bit.

"Don't you fucking dare puke on my jacket." He roared threateningly. "I got it from Billy Idol."

His apartment was dark, the curtains were still down, but Levi quickly navigated through the dark rooms, even with Eren on his shoulder, into his own bedroom. Bitterly, with more force than necessary he flopped down the kid on his bed, which he should be napping on himself right about now. He placed a bucket near the bed, dropped a blanket over his shoulders carelessly and turned on his laptop.

Great, now his night was ruined. He was gonna have to figure out how to make up to Ymir for this, cause he knew they wouldn't forget this. The last thing he needed was rivalry between his own kind. I mean it still happened, but they preferred to keep the blood baths to a minimum.

With every snore he hated this kid more and more. Why the fuck did he have to butt in like that? Okay so maybe the kid didn't deserve to die per say, but at the same time it wouldn't have been his fault if he did.

Levi sighed, he hated to admit it, but he would've felt sorry for him if he did end up dead. Which was a strange feeling, he didn't remember when was the last time he felt sympathy for an actual human. But for god's sake, it was the kid's breakthrough, he was probably at the peak of his career, but most of all he was innocent. Even to someone like Levi, no innocent soul should be put to death like that. A non-innocent soul-well that was another case. One that Levi took great part in actually.

To Hanji and Erwin, Levi probably wasn't any different from Ymir and her group. Except that maybe he wasn't so obsessed with killing and he did a quick clean job, while Ymir often liked the torturing part. Though Erwin might see through him and the fact that he only killed the people he thought deserved to die already.

Levi got lost in his own thoughts of what is wrong or right and even if there exists such a defined line between the two. More often than not, there is never a right choice, just the one which is less destructive and problematic, which is of course followed by the eternal battle of which is less evil, letting yourself burn while saving someone else or vice versa. Naturally we're taught that the first option is always the right option, no questions asked. Because no matter how much you burn, salvation will come, eventually you get the sweet release from all the hurt you put yourself through to make others happy. But what about when there is no salvation? What about when you're already cursed for an eternity to burn in a never aging body? You're already fucked in the worst way imaginable, is it still right to give the little bit of life that you have for someone who might not even appreciate it?

That was why Levi's worldview could be summed up in two words: fuck no.

It was nearly noon and Levi was on the brink of falling asleep himself. Instead he was stuck there babysitting some kid he didn't even know. This was a clear example why good deeds come at a price. The price was Levi's ass on the line.

He was envious of Hanji who was sleeping soundly in the next room. She was so tired after she got back, she didn't even bother to check on Levi thus not finding out about their guest. Levi preferred to keep it that way.

The kid finally snored louder, turned over and slowly opened his eyes. The noise startled Levi awake as well.

"Oh thank fuck you're awake." Levi breathed a sigh of relief. His bed was finally going to be free. "Alright, off the bed, kid, I need my sleep." He clapped his hands near Eren's ears. He flinched at the loud noise and slowly rubbed his eyes open.

"Where the fuck am I?" he asked in a harsh sleepy voice.

"At my place, but soon you'll be at your own if you get your ass moving." Levi explained quickly, his patience was extremely low when he was tired.

"At your-?" Eren repeated and finally looked at Levi. "L-Larry?" he asked squinting his eyes.

"That wasn't even close. It's Levi." The vampire rolled his eyes. "But that doesn't fucking matter, cause you'll be gone in two seconds and we'll live happily ever after not meeting each other ever again." He rambled a bit, but he was past caring. His ramblings were a bit too much for Eren though as he frowned confused. He seemed to start to realize he was in a bed.

"Wait-" he said raising the blanket experimentally, trying to see if he's wearing any clothes "We didn't hook up, did we?"

"Fortunately for both of us, no we didn't."

"H-how did I get he-" Eren started confuse and Levi cut him short

"Look we can play twenty questions in about 8 hours over facebook or some shit, 'kay kid?" Levi pinched the bridge of his nose impatiently.

"Jesus, fine fine." He replied grumpily, finally getting out of the bed. Extremely slowly. The kid was still pretty drunk.

Levi watched with joy as his bed became vacant again. Of course he was going to have to change the sheets before he got on it again.

"Can I just ask for some water if it's not too much, my throat is killing me." Eren asked a bit shyly. Levi shot another last glance at the bed before sighing.

"Yeah sure follow me." he led him to their tiny kitchen. Levi poured in some cold tap water for him, Eren extended his hand greedily for the cup, but before the cup reached his lips he quietly said to himself

"Wait…I remember."

Levi froze in place. Eren was drinking his water slowly, while Levi panicked slightly. How much did he actually remember? Fuck. The kid was up and close as Ymir was going batshit. He saw everything.

"What do you remember?" the question left Levi's mouth involuntarily. Eren swallowed the last gulp and opened his eyes starring wide at Levi. The shorter man's expression remained unreadable though. He spent many years perfecting that look.

"Why did you do that?" Eren asked suddenly.

"Do what?"

"Take me away from them, they didn't look like they meant harm." Eren replied innocently. Once again Levi refused the urge to raise his eyebrow sarcastically.

"Yes they did. I know them, Eren, and they're the bad kind of people." He explained vaguely hoping it would be enough.

"Bad people? What do I look like, 5?" Eren replied slightly offended. Levi almost blurted out 'yes'. "Tell me the truth."

Levi rolled his eyes. Oh god what was he supposed to make up now. He was too tired for this shit.

"They're human traffickers." He dropped finally. "I know them from awhile back. There was no party idiot, you were about to be sold to someone as a new toy."

Eren's eyes popped almost cartoon-like. He looked like he had finally woken up.

"Are you serious?" he asked quietly. Man this kid was gullible. "Holy shit…" he muttered mostly to himself.

"Yeah." Levi said, not even bothering to look like he cared about what he was lying about. "So keep in mind to stay away from those people."

"Stay away?" Eren asked confused. "What do you mean fucking stay away? If this is true, those guys deserve to be locked up!" Eren was getting emotional but worst of all, loud. "I remember what they look like, I even saw their car! I can help catch the-"

"Hey hey kid." Levi interrupted his ranting. Shit he didn't think this through "No you're not. Look these aren't the people you want to mess with okay? No simple police force is going to stop them and neither will you, because you'll be dead two seconds after you make that call." Okay so maybe Levi was stealing lines from dramatic action movies, they can fuckin' sue him.

Eren listened to him wide eyed though. Drinking in every word and eventually frowning in disappointment.

"So there's really nothing I can do?" he replied meekly.

"Yes there is. You stay the fuck out of their way, understand?" Levi was being serious now. "But most importantly, get the fuck out of my apartment." Levi leaned in up close as he said those words.

Eren's face flushed a little and Levi could hear and even smell some of Eren's blood travelling downstairs. The kid can't be serious, can he? Levi backed away and Eren scrambled to head towards the door.

"Uh, thank you. You kind of saved my fucking life back there, uhm I'm not even quite sure what to say." The kid was at a loss for words. Levi's face softened slightly.

"It's fine really." He dropped half-heartedly "and a goodnight will do."

"Right, goodnight then." Eren smiled at him warmly.

"Sure." Was all the Levi said before shutting the door in his face. Good riddance kid, Levi thought joyfully as he flopped down on the blanket, forgetting about the sheets entirely.