Aesthetic Acid | eren x levi |

♖: Thirtieth Escape

Eren guessed that Petra was feeling pitiful that night, and he could tell because she walked into his jail cell with a few fruits and breads bundled in her milky-white arms. Petra probably figured he must have been hungry, which he was not. The only thing he hungered for was escape but that wouldn't happen if he just sat around doing nothing. The chance of leaping into action and saving himself was right at his fingertips and he was going to take it no matter what the risks were. Her eyes glowed a haunting shade of crimson as she looked down at him. The rusty nail was hidden inside the sleeve of his shirt, ready at its disposal.

"I must feed you so you won't die too soon. I'll kill you in front of Levi's eyes, that would definitely be much better." Even though she was suggesting an idea so gruesome, her eyes were soft with calmness. She proceeded to kneel down just a few inches away from him.

Eren couldn't  believe how this was the woman Levi used to be helplessly infatuated with. He used to talk about her like she was some goddess or unearthly being, but she was really just a cocky bitch. Though, her beauty was the same as what Levi described. The thought that her lips had touched Levi's made him strangely uncomfortable and angered. It was just weird to think that the two of them had once been a pair. He watched intently as she inched forward and placed the food on a piece of torn cloth and left it on the floor. Before she could get up, she reached forward to grab Eren's shoulder and brought her lips to his neck to retrieve a drink. Before her fangs could pierce his skin once again he could already feel the sting of pain. Her bites were like those of a million bee stings or fire ant bites in just one puncture, and Eren couldn't bare it any longer. When he joined the army he still continued to fear death and the causes of it, but in that moment he no longer cared what was going to happen. His arm shot up like a broken jack-in-the-box and struck the side of her neck with the bent nail.

Hurting her wasn't what he was expecting. He was half expecting her skin to feel like obsidion or to crack apart like glass, but it was like  any other type of skin; soft and delicate. The nail sunk itself deep into her neck with a faint squishy noise, and she froze up in place wither her eyes wide with a mix of horror and surprise. Her hand immediately slapped against her neck and Eren scrambled for the open door. He stood up even though it felt like glass was being pressed onto the soles of his feet. His body was begging for him to stop, because after all he was pushing himself beyond his physical limit. If he wasn't thinking of Levi as motivation, he was sure he would collapse by then, or even dead. The strangled scream of Petra rang through the cell as Eren exited and limped through the bright stone corridor. Flames flickered and danced across the wall and his shadow followed him. Petra may have had stepped on his leg, but he could still run. It was painful and it made his thigh sting with every step, but he was still able to run. Even if his leg was really broken, he would have crawled his way out.

His feet were already throbbing and his skin was raw and an angry shade of red from all the rubbing it received from the rough floor. Even with all the different forms of pain, he fought against them all. Thinking back about his past self he knew he would never side with a vampire, let alone fall in love with one. What he was doing was for love, and love made one go through such lengths to keep it alive. By now he was screaming Levi's name. The sound echoed and bounced against the walls like bullets ricocheting off metal. He couldn't hear himself, he could only hear the beating of his own heart. It was beating for him.

"Levi!" he yowled desperately. "Levi!"

Nothing else mattered. All he wanted was to see him again. It had been less than three days but he already felt like he was going to lose his sanity, he couldn't imagine how bad it would be if he were separated from him any longer. But that was what love did to him; it made him need him like he was the blood running in his veins.