A Tale of Levi [Levi Ackerman]

Human Too [Vamp!Reader]

          You avoided Lance Corporal Levi.

At all costs, you avoided him; though his scent filled the building, making your head swim at all times. That man! - Oh how you wanted to sink your teeth into him; you cursed your paternal vampiric heritage. There was one person in the whole place that knew – and that was Mikasa Ackerman. Before, you hadn't talked with her much since she was part of the newer recruits. But once she finally weaselled it out of you (since she sensed something off with you), she made sure to keep you in check; you knew, that of all people, Mikasa could. Especially once you told her of the ways of your people, and that the unfortunate blood lust you found was in your superior.

"Mikasa," you spoke quietly to her one night. "Whatever you do, keep the corporal away from me. If he gets too close I – I could lose control. It's one thing to have his scent mingled with others, and to be muted by the distance. B-But, I – I don't think I'll be able to handle it up close. Promise me you'll protect everyone, not just the corporal, from me...I'm so hungry, I could easily snap and go on a rampage..."

"I promise. But haven't you...fed lately?" she asked, still wary of everything. You knew she didn't fully trust you – how could she? You and her were fighting to keep humanity alive, and yet you fed on them. It was quite the conundrum.

You shook your head. "No, I haven't. Between training and missions and the corporal being on his lonesome at night, I haven't have the time nor the courage to. I'm afraid to even walk by his office while he's in there!"

Mikasa had sat quietly after that, you could tell she was thinking something over. Later, around one in the morning, she woke you up and snuck you out go hunting. She had the idea that you could feed on prisoners in the local jail, nobody would care if they died mysteriously but the feedings would have to be spread apart so as not to arouse suspicion. If you really needed to feed, Mikasa had said you could drink from her if you only took a bit; the thought scared you, she was the closest friend you had and didn't want to hurt her.

"I always wear my scarf, so the marks won't show. I won't be scared of you if you do this; this is just part of my promise to keep everyone safe." That's what she told you before you fed from her the first time. Afterwards, while she slept, you cried; you didn't want to hurt people, but perhaps that was your human side showing.

It had been about a year since then, and you and Mikasa had figured out a schedule that kept you fed. The blood loss didn't seem to affect her fighting, which you both were grateful for. But in that year, never had you craved the blood of the corporal more. You were twenty seven years old, and been in the ranks most of your life but had never had this – painful – craving for him.

"How did you handle your first year in the ranks? Did you have anyone then?" Mikasa knew talking to you before feeding helped, and your past was interesting. You swallowed thickly, remembering the first time you'd set foot on to the training ground.

"I-It was really hard the first two years I was a soldier," you stated, "I remember the first time I ever smelled the corporal's scent – I – I almost attacked him. I hadn't had any friends that knew then, my vampirism was a guarded secret from everyone I knew. Even my family hadn't had a clue. My father trained me well, and mother supported me the best she could. She was sick a lot before father turned her, and I could tell that the whole situation was hard on her.

"But the first day of training was definitely the hardest. The corporal had come that day to observe the recruits and I – I'd never felt anything like when I first laid eyes on him, or when I first smelled his blood. It's like – when you pass by a sweets' shop and your favourite thing is in the window and you want it so bad but you've no money to buy it. But – it's a hundred thousand times stronger and deadly.