Vampire Fetish (Yumikuri)

Epilogue

Historia returned to school in Paradis after the whole tracker debacle. She was the centre of attention after that, what with her broken leg and the fact that she was dating Ymir, the unsociable. Eventually she decided that she would go to prom after all. She'd gone to the secondhand store in town and bought a dress for the dance, one that was light blue and had a ruffled skirt.

She descended the stairs with awkwardness, struggling to climb with the boot on. Ymir was at her side in a flash, helping her down the last few steps.

"You look beautiful," Ymir said. "The dress brings out your eyes."

"Thank you," Historia said. "You look beautiful as well."

Ymir smiled at her, and adjusted her suit jacket. Apparently, she'd had the suit since the 1920's. Historia couldn't disprove it, so it was likely.

"Stay safe," Uri said. He was watching them with mild concern, to which Historia smiled at him.

"We'll be fine," she promised. She knew that her uncle didn't trust Ymir; if her niece had broken up with a girl and run away and her leg was broken and then they were back together, she wouldn't trust her either. 

Ymir helped Historia into her silver car, and they drove to the prom location. It was at a local inn, and when Ymir parked outside in the carpark, Historia gaped at it. It had been decorated with lights everywhere, and other teens milled about outside.

"I'm going to show our tickets," Ymir said, kissing Historia's cheek. Historia smiled, and limped over to a bench, on which she sat. 

Something rustled in the woods behind her, and she jumped. 

"Oh, Eren, thank god," Historia said, putting a hand to her chest. "I thought you were something else."

"Who else would I be?" Eren asked. He sat down next to Historia. She shrugged. She'd been on edge ever since the incident, expecting to see Jakob around every corner. Any light brown hair set her off.

"So have you come to crash the prom, or..?" 

Eren laughed. "No, Levi sent me. He said to give you a message."

"A message?"

"Yeah." Eren dropped his smile. "He wants you to break up with Ymir."

Historia frowned. "What?"

"I know, I know. Don't listen to him, he's a weirdo."

"He must really hate the Fritzes," Historia said. 

Eren laughed again. "Yeah, he has a grudge against them, mainly because of the legend. Superstitious old man."

"Isn't he, what, thirty?" Historia asked.

"Something like that. Your girlfriend's coming."

Eren stood up, and disappeared into the woods.

"What did he want?" Ymir asked, venomously. She held out an arm, and Historia took ahold.

"He had a message from his dad," Historia said. "It was... nothing. Don't worry."

Ymir laughed. "Well, I can hardly leave you alone for five minutes before the wolves run in," she said.

They stopped for a photo under the balloon arch, before heading inside. It looked even better inside than outside, and that was saying something. Historia spied her friends - Marco and Jean were dancing awkwardly together, Reiner was talking to Connie and Sasha by the DJ's table, Bertholt standing behind him, waiting to get him alone, and Annie sat in the corner where none of the strobe lights reached her. A girl from Historia's economics class was talking her ear off.

"Would you like to dance?" Ymir asked. 

"Oh, sure," she said. Ymir led her outside, to a rotunda where several other couples were. 

"It's twilight," Historia noted. 

"The saddest time of day," Ymir added.

"But also the prettiest. Even if the day ends, at least it goes out in a good way."

They danced for a while, listening to the music. 

"Back when I was dying, at the studio," Historia said quietly, "Reiner said something. At least, I think it was him. He said something like, "she's going to become one anyway, I've seen it." Does that mean..."

Ymir rolled her eyes. "Reiner's visions are subjective. They change based on what you decide."

"And I've decided that I want to be with you," Historia said. "Forever."

Ymir looked her in the eye, playfulness gone. "You want me to turn you, now?"

Historia nodded. She bared her neck, and Ymir moved in, mouth close, and planted a kiss there. 

Historia looked at her, annoyed. Ymir laughed. 

"What? You can't seriously believe I would change you if I had a choice, would you?" 

"I want to be by your side," Historia said.

"As a monster? Is that what you want?"

'Monster' wasn't the word Historia had been thinking of. "I love you."

"And I love you too," Ymir said. "Which is why I can't do this to you. You don't want eternal damnation."

"That's a fancy word," Historia teased. Ymir rolled her eyes again. 

"Come on, let's go get punch."

Historia followed her inside. "I thought vampires couldn't drink non-blood drinks?"

Ymir laughed at the question, holding Historia's hand as they walked inside. 

Neither saw the brown haired boy watching them from the window of the inn. Neither saw Jakob turn from the window, grinning. Neither saw him walk downstairs, neither heard him plot his revenge. Neither knew what he was planning.