One-shots & Short Stories [Levi | Reader]

Vampire! Levi x Reader ~ Horrors Of The Crimson

(A/N) From now said, it's gonna be creepy guys. I like the idea of vampire Levi, but I don't know if I will be able to illustrate him well enough myself. 

Warning: Blood and Language.

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Staring into the eyes of your parents' attacker, you felt true horror flood into your soul as your bright (e/c) eyes pooled with tears and the knot in your troat finally decided to release it's scream. 

All you could see in the next few seconds was the crimson color of the blood all over the place, on your parents and their limp bodies, on the walls, on the floor, on yourself, on the man that killed them, dripping down from the corner of his mouth, to his chin and falling in a small pool down next to his feet.

Eyes still wide, you backed up against the wall as you witnessed the stare of the man direct to yourself and fill with animalistic amusement as if his eyes laughed instead of his mouth at your pitiful attempt of survival. 

Even a little one like you could sense that it was your end just as the man strolled towards you, your back hit the wall behind you and you had nowhere to run towards anymore. 

Unable to rip your eyes off the ones of the man in front of you, you stared in horror as another scream got stuck in your troat upon the attacker's arm falling on your troat and squeezing ever so slightly to keep you in place. Amusement flickered in his eyes as he closed the distance between your small frame and his own grown up figure, his mouth going close to your earlobe as he whispered:

"I won't kill you just yet, kid. But remember that I'll be always around to watch my oblivious prey."

With that he let go of your fragile skin and detached himself from your form fully, licking the slightly dried blood on his lips, that small flash of amusement over your horrified form still present in his eyes as he jumped off the window and got lost in the abyss of darkness. 

Adrenaline, horror and shock left a terribly distastefull after taste in your mouth as your form slumped down the wall and stared blankly forward, the crimson liquid glistening around the walls of the room, sliding down slowly and leaving a disgusting irony scent after itself, making your stomach take a turn.

Hours later police officers came, cars everywhere, sirens blasting with power, red and blue lights illuminating the quiet dark neighborhood as men entered the house and found you still sitting down on the floor just staring ahead at the red wall, the corpses of your parents laying limp and lifeless on the floor. 

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Taken to an orphanage and then soon enough taken to a new home with good parents you never forgot the words of the vampire, your sixth sense chanting them in your mind like a mantra as you subconsciously gave up and left your mind flood itself with horrid thoughts and paranoia never left your side even years later as you filled up your college application.

Looking left and right sometimes as you felt breeze brush your skin, when you would bump into someone, when you would talk to friends, when you would just stay in bed looking at the ceiling. You were always paranoid about it. Always afraid. And the moment you would look around to meet nothing else than the usual surroundings, you would tell yourself how dumb and unreasonable your paranoia is, knowing just subconsciously deep down that you were just trying to hide how afraid actually you were. How horror filled your insides and how you knew the man would keep his words. How he was keeping his words.

And there was always a thing you were afraid of.

The history repeating itself. 

That dark idea of the same things happening over again was so horrid it would keep you up, unblinking eyes staring in the white ceiling while your roommates sleep soundly in their own beds, oblivious of how afraid and unmoving you were. Just not being able to sleep.