In These Lyrics

A shit ton of inner monolouge

Erens POV

(Sorry, didn't know what to call this chapter:)

I opened my eyes, flinching slightly when I immediately sensed that I wasn't the only on taking up residence in my room. I put my hand down on the grey sheet beneath me and propped myself up to look at the blurry-from-sleep outline of a person in front of me. I immediately recognized the short but sturdy stature of the one and only, Levi Ackerman.

"Levi?" I said hesitantly, knowing how gross my voice would sound at this hour in the morning. As expected it hardly sounded how it was supposed to.

Levis face shifted into one I could only describe as discomfort. His eyebrows furrowed and his feet shuffled aimlessly on the hardwood floor beneath us.

"Eren, we have a lot of shit to talk about" He said seriously. I mentally grinned. I knew exactly what this was about.

"Shoot" I said in the midst of yawning and flopping back onto my soft pillows. I closed my eyes as well, blocking out the stinging sunlight.

"You could have got caught" He said simply, folding his muscular arms against his chest and leaning up agains the wall. I cracked an eye open to look at his oddly defensive position, even though I was the one getting shit on right now.

"But I didn't" I stated calmly. I could basically feel the frustration radiating off of my manager. I rolled over and clutched onto one of the many pillows adorning my bed.

"Eren, I don't think you understand that you could have gotten fired, which means no income, which means no food or shelter, which means living rather miserably" He said with a scoff. I sat up again and rolled my eyes.

"It's a lot better than what I've done before" I mused silently in my head, considering the fact that I have actually committed murder.

"What? What else illegal have you done?" He said with genuine concern slipping into his previously angry facade. Shit. I didn't mean to say that aloud...

"I-I uh, well..." He already knows I'm a vamp, might as well get in the open. I trust him not to rat me out, if Erwin hasn't yet, I doubt he would either.

"I'm a vampire if you didn't know" I said calmly, picking at my nails. He looked confused for a brief moment before realization dawned on his perfect features.

"Oh" He said, leaving me feeling worse than if he would have yelled at me for my crimes. But no. He stood with a dazed expression as if I had lobbed him over the head with a cast iron pan. Though I guess it would come as a shock if your client, let alone the Eren Jaeger, was a murderer.

"Welcome to the club"

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After that Levi had told me about his horrible blood soaked past and miserable outcomes of his actions. The story made me have and extreme roller coaster of emotions. One was relief. Relief that with this knowledge I know that he won't make me out to be as much of a monster as I actually am. Its completely selfish, but in that moment there was nothing better than knowing that. I can't imagine the pain both emotionally and physically that he must have went though during that period of time. Yet here I was leeching off of it like a moth to the flame.

After he had finished his painful rewind he looked down with a blank expression. As if all that had happened didn't even faze him anymore. Though I knew better. I could look into his cool grey eyes and see the torment looming softly behind the sharp irises. I could see the pain claw at the cloudy gaze. I could see what he was going through while others were to blind to see it. I had always known that he had something to hide. The way he always stood defensively, as if someone would accuse him of something any second and he would need to defend himself. The way he turned away from me whenever I thought I was about to break his shell. He thinks that I don't notice, but you would be surprised with what you can do with vampiric senses.

I noticed the way his pulse quickened whenever someone talks when he had inevitably zoned out like he did so often. His face, a mask. A blank canvass that was just asking to be filled. I wanted to paint smiles, and bright eyes that were crinkled from laughter. I wanted to be the artist of the new Levi.

If only he would let me.

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Hanji jumped me as soon as I landed on the rehearsal floor. Her brown eyes crazed with a scary amount of passion. She grabbed my wrists and grinned.

"So Eren, did you go for a walk last night?" She said with an arrogant wink while dragging me roughly towards where my band was waiting. I was pretty sure my eyes widened to a disproportionate amount on my face.

I was an idiot.

What did I expect? Painting Levis face on the fucking central memorial. Bot to mention it got on the news, now eye runoff who knows Levi could probably connect the dots. I could lose my position here.

Shit. Why did I just brush Levi off?

Well, nothing I can do now. I just closed my eyes and pried Hanji off of my arm, having to use a small amount of vamp strength to counter her powerful clutch.

"Not now Hanji" I said quietly, flinching at how undeniably soft my voice sounded. Her ecstatic expression faded into scrunched eyebrows and narrowed eyes. A confused facade taking over her genuine face. Then without another word she took a few steps backwards before turning away completely, leaving me standing alone feeling like absolute shit.

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The day passed in the blur of routine and only one thing that a certain manager said at the end of our day actually stood out to me amongst my guilty haze.

"Are you guys ready for the concert tomorrow night?"

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