Dancing With Death (Eren x Levi)

8.

Eren pov.
Panic. That was the one felling i wake up to.
I didn't know where i am. All i remember was the stuff i want to forget.
It takes a couple of minutes for me to fully remember what happened.
A client came in, one was my mate, dad called, my mate asked a question i blacked out. That was pretty much the sum of my day so far.
Speaking of day i have barely done shit. I sit up and look around the room it smells very good.
'Must be my mate.'
From the looks of the room, he was very wealthy. The room had a fuckung crystal chandelier for god's sake. That thing had to be more expansive than my shop and everything in it.
'I guess i could just wait here for him to come back. I don't want to get into trouble or wander into places i shouldn't go.' Sighing i lay back down in the covers, but quickly get bored just laying there. So sits up deciding to do something that i hope will make my alpha happy.
Its when i crawl out of the bead sheets that i finally realized what i am wearing.
I am in a white dress shirt that goes down to my upper thighs and black woman's underwear.
My face goes bright cherry red at the thought of what my alpha has already seen of me. But i then calm down and frown when i realized what he had to see.
My fat and ugly body. To keep my mind off things I continue on my mission to find a piece of paper to draw on and something to draw with.
I swing my legs over the side of the bed. My legs a little wobbly at first but i manage to walk around the room without falling.
Once i find a blank piece of printer paper and a pen i then look around for something hard for me to write on. I quickly find an old binder that had nothing in it.
I then paddle back over to the bed and sit back down, chewing the tip of the pen in thought.
I then decided that i would draw what i remember he looked like. All i could do is hope that i can remember enough to do a picture that would be presentable to him.

Levi pov.
After Hange powered up her laptop she went to Google to search up the site. She typed in "Dancing With Death" after that she scrolled through the other websites and stuff till she found it. The whole time she had a smile on her face, kinda like the one she would get if i tell him she can experiment on a person we caught.
"Ahhh here it is!" She exclaims as she clicks on a black link. Which was weird considering that all the others were highlighted a light blue color.
I guess that just shows us how good bright eyes is at what he does.
The link takes us to a website as expected. The format of it was clean and well organized. It had a gray outlined search bar at the top. On the left side, there was a profile pic of him.
The picture of him looked really hot.
He was standing on top of a brightly lit modern ferris wheel. I looked like the one that came to the town every summer for a fare that the city hosts every year. He was standing on a cart that was at the highest point overlooking the city. The Ferris wheel was no small time one, this was around 400 feet in height. A daunting thing to climb at night, which is the time this is taking place. He was wearing his signature skull smile mask, that was the only thing that could be seen from under his hood. He was turned to the side the camera only getting to see the left side of his body. He was wearing black skinny jeans that had multiple rips in it and had two belts that were around his leg and one with loops that hung off it around his waist. He had on a pair of really high top shoes that were mostly black but had red that looked like it was blood dripping down. It had red laces and a skinny skeleton on it. The jacket he was wearing was the same one he had on today, showing off his tattoo.

To put the look altogether and to show off his nickname he had a scythe leaning against his shoulder. The blade of it was pointing behind him. It was a shiny black color, like most of the things i have seen him in, it looked to be high quality. There was no doubt in my mind that he could use it. He seemed like a person who didn't buy things for the show.
The whole pick was lit up by the red lights that were cast by the wheel.
After going over it for at least 2 minutes taking in every fine detail of him we scrolled down.
The first thing i saw was a video. For the thumbnail, it had a side view of him without his mask on, standing in front of a mike. You could not see anything of him because his face was cast in darkness, but you could clearly see that he was the one talking.
Hange hurriedly pressed play, putting the volume up all the way.

The song started with a piano. After a couple second he started talking.
"Dear Diary today was a long day at school and i haven't really eaten much, but i guess that good."
After that line, i know that it's about anorexia. My mind flashes back to him, his ribs and scars on his wrist.
He starts singing. The song's tempo is fast and in the title, it says "Dear Diary, Cover" soi think that he picked up the tempo of the original song.
The second half of the song was placed years after the beginning.
"Im 23 and i just ran across my old diary,"
I talked about how a person's life came together. It also says "but my arms are still scared from using my own knife, but he accepts me for who i am and he knows about my past, and after all that he says that we're still gonna last"
The last part says, "Never think that your alone someone out there hears your cries." Then it goes back into the chorus. I was a sad and happy song. The resin i found it so sad was because he sang it with so much emotion.
I could hear sniffles beside me and i looked over to see that Hange is the one making all the noise. I reach over to my bookshelf and grabbed the box of tissues that i had on it and hand it to her. She nods her head in thanks to me.
Not wanting to wait for her to stop crying i scroll down from the video. Under that was a drawing.
The drawing was of a woman with long hair that was pulled into abrading that was resting on her shoulder. She was wearing a dress that went down to her knees. She had no shoes on. She was sitting on what looked to be a grave headstone, she was looking at the viewer with a soft smile on her lips. This picture looks so realistic, the only thing that was unnatural about it was the pair of wings that were spread out behind her. I looked over the picture again looking at all the details that were put into it, the grass, feathers, and her face. I then looked over the gravestone and noticed that it had a name on it. The name was mostly covered by her legs but i could spell out the last name.
Yeager
I looked over to Hange who was still crying her eyes out.
I shook her shoulder trying to get her attention. She looks up at me holding a tissue to her nose.
"I have something you can research about my omega." Her face lights up and she imedetly stops crying.
"Find whatever you can about the name Yeager," I tell her.
"Why that?"
"I think that's what his last name is."
She nods and snatches back her laptop from me and stares in awe at the drawing until she also noticed the name.
"You have till tomorrow," I tell her as i stand up, stretching my legs.
"Where are you going?"
I look down at her. "I am going to go check on my mate," I grumble. I open the door and look back at her.
"You better be out of my house by the time i get back," i say, "along with a report on what you find." And with that, i walk down the long halls towards my bedroom.

Eren pov.
I stopped my work on my drawing when i head footsteps coming towards the door. I was not scared because the sent of the person matched the one that was in the room, my mate.
I quickly stopped to look at how my drawing of him came out. I think it looked good so i folded it in four parts and put the peen on the nightstand next to my mask. Wich i did not bother putting on because he had already seen me without it.
After what seems like forever he finally opened the door and comes in. A small smile playing on his lips trying to make me feel safe, and i have to say that it did calm my nerves.
"How long were you up?" He asked in genuine interest.
I look down at my thumbs and started playing one person thumb war.
"About an hour," I respond keeping my head down and playing with my thumbs as if they were a new Xbox.
He then walked over to me. I peeked up to look at him but quickly looked back down. He seemed to notice the peace of paper in my hand.
"What's that?"
"U-um its f-for you." I manage to utter out holding it in my hand that was outstretched towards him. He smiled at me as he took it from me. The sound of crinkling paper filled the silent room as he unfolds it.
I look up at him with hopeful eyes praying in my mind that he would like it. He looked over the picture a smile on his lips the whole time.
After he was done he walked over to the side of the bed i was on.
And hugged me.
"Thank you so much Bright Eyes. It looks amazing."
It was now my turn to smile. A real genuine smile. I fell like i haven't done that in years, which was not far from the truth.
My alpha seemed to notice, "I love your smiles. Please don't ever leave me."