𝟢𝟥
⋆˖⁺‧₊ 𝖥𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗒 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖮𝖿 𝖱𝖾𝖽 ₊‧⁺˖⋆
𝗪𝗲𝗱𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴
𝟣𝟤:𝟤𝟥 𝗉𝗆
Angelic features, red glowing irises, sharp fangs, cold skin, superhuman strength, and a demanding thirst for human blood... He can't be what you think he is, they don't exist.
Bit by bit, you were slowly assembling the pieces of the jigsaw puzzle, revealing its bigger picture. He was a puzzle you yearned to solve. You had questions and you so desperately needed answers.
After Monday night's tragic state of affairs, you stayed home from school the following day, still a little spooked from the night before's events.
Mikasa sincerely apologized to you on the behalf of Eren. She genuinely seemed distressed over the whole matter, simply putting it as Eren having "issues" and leaving it at that.
You didn't further press the situation but you couldn't help but register the thought that she was hiding something. Well, that's to be expected considering the fact the both of you aren't that close yet.
She advised you to steer clear of Eren with discretion but it's hard to exactly "steer clear" when you have three classes together plus, your assigned seat is right next to his in Precalculus.
Your eyes couldn't concentrate on the worksheet of equations in front of you but were instead centered on Eren, eyeing the hell out of his being. His head was dangling low, a few long silky dark strands escaped his man bun which caged his moody demeanor.
He always has this 'I hate you and everyone in this fucking place' type of look displayed on his face. You couldn't help but wonder about the circumstances that resulted in him seeming so dead on the inside.
You were trying to figure the guy out, to say the least, but you were also extremely pissed about the stunt he pulled Monday night. Not to mention, he didn't even apologize for it, unbelievable.
You despised how attractive his side profile looked from your eyeshot. It made it even more difficult to stay mad at his actions, ugh.
"Ahem!" You cleared your throat, expecting to draw his attention but he didn't seem in the least bit interested in what was going to come out your mouth.
Eren simply ignored your presence, eyes glued down at the brightened screen of his cell phone after taking less than ten minutes to complete the worksheet you were still struggling to comprehend.
So he's smart and good-looking, what a deadly combo. But besides that, the guy was ignoring you.
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[𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗞𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘀 - 𝗝. 𝗖𝗼𝗹𝗲 𝗳𝘁.
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"I know what you are," you boldly told him. The words rolled off of the tip of your tongue before you could even process the severity of your utterance. But to your surprise, your statement had caught his attention.
Eren detached his sight from his screen, bleak emerald irises sizing up your figure. As if your already rigid posture couldn't get any more taut from his intimidating glower.
Your exterior displayed valor while in reality, your insides felt like mush, all queasy and nauseous, ready to detonate on you at any moment.
"Is this some sort of pickup line?" Eren inspected you dully, exasperation dawning on his features from your comment. He thought he told Mikasa to keep you away from him. But it didn't matter, he'd just compel the teacher to swap his seat with a random.
You scrunched up your face in detestation while your cheeks deceivingly flushed with heat. "NO, it's not," you retorted with sass. "Self-centered much?"
Eren let out a provoking snort before flexing his brawn biceps behind his head as he leaned back in his chair. "Then enlighten me. What am I?" The corners of his lips quirked up into a devilish smile as his vision tunneled through your frame, challenging you to vocalize the words he so badly desired not to hear.
The possibility of what he is was at the tip of your tongue but you contemplated saying it. You were desperately pulling strings, trying to convince yourself that he isn't what you think he is.
Eren's sockets continued to drill holes into your existence. His taunting aspect gave no hint of faltering back, daring you to say it. You drew in a heavy breath, preparing yourself for the likely regretful words about to flee your lips.
Your lips departed but your words were rudely cut short by the high-pitched chime of the school bell indicating the end of fourth period.
Eren unveiled a triumphant simper as he got up from his seat to pick up his backpack, clearly so eager to retire from your presence. "I'd love to stay around and chit chat neighbor but I rather not waste any more of my time." And with that, he delivered an eye roll at you before darting out of the classroom.
Did he just walk away from me? This dude! The guy has his entire life to be a jerk so why not take today off?
You weren't finished with your interrogation so you got up from your seat and charged right after his dwindling figure. He almost had you six feet under yesterday, the least he could do was give you an explanation of what he is.
"Hey! I'm not done talking to you!" You called out to him, your voice all wheezy from trying to meet his long stride bouncing with each step. His glance flickered over to you from over his shoulder with a leveled sneer.
"I am," he countered.
"HEY!" you shouted once more, collecting the unwanted attention of students surrounding you. Gosh, this is so embarrassing but I so badly need answers.
Your fingers enveloped his wrist, your flesh shivering once you made contact with his soft yet cold exterior. A sharp current of cold electricity traveled through your nerves, discomposing you. You touched him, expecting a different outcome from the last but the feeling was self-same.
Eren instantly spun around in front of you, jerking his hand away from your delicate clutch. He took in the sight of you with pupils flared with fury, all grumpy and aloof. Geez, what crawled up his ass and died?
You tensely drew your lower lip between your teeth, before pressing your palms to your hips. You caught his glare travel with unnerving thoroughness to your lips before retracting back to your narrowed gaze.
Your brows beetled into a furrow as you brashly studied his towering figure. "What are you, Jaeger? And why are you so cold, and I'm not metaphorically speaking, huh? Are you anemic? Are you a cannibal? I want an answer, now!"
𝗘𝗿𝗲𝗻'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩: What's this chick's deal?
"Listen, Y/n, or whatever your name is," Eren elevated a perfectly thick sculpted brow at you. "You're imagining things... are you feeling alright?" He gave you the same innocent expression you fraudulently gave him on the first day of school when he confronted you at your locker.
You couldn't believe your ears. Was he seriously playing dumb? Not only was he acting like you were some batshit crazy girl in front of everyone but how dare he use your exact line from yesterday. Way to flip the script on you. How petty and childish of him.
You edged closer to Eren, stationing your frame in front of his line of sight. You repeatedly tapped your pointed index on his rock-solid chest, challenging him to do something about your little motion.
"I'm not crazy, I know what I saw the other night!" You weren't in the least bit frightened, what could he possibly do in a building full of people?
Eren looked heavenward paired with a long suffering sigh. "Look, if you so desperately want my attention I'm gonna tell you right now... I'm not in the least bit interested in you. So, could you please stop annoying me?" he rasps.
His bitter words stung like alcohol over a freshly injured wound even though the feeling was mutual. You've never been this humiliated by a guy.
You tried to hide your flustered expression by displaying a hardened exterior, trying all hard not to be faded by his humbling insult.
I feel so embarrassed... I just wish I could evaporate into thin air.
And the worst part was the snickers and jeering laughter that followed from the entire student body. You were the object of ridicule. Cellphones were out, recording the full problematic situation.
This was so unfavorable. Something tells you this definitely wasn't going to die down so easily for you. Your ears could already make out the faint chit-chat and whispers.
"Wait, isn't that the
New Girl getting rejected?"
"Yeah, it looks like she's hitting on
Jaeger. Too bad his standards are
extremely high."
"Hahaha, gosh she's so pathetic."
"WORSLDSTARRR!!!"
𝗖𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩: Just when I thought shit was getting dull around here... are they gonna, like, make out? Jean would be pretty pissed though.
This is why you usually avoided his type: bad boys. The arrogant asshole type. You surprisingly didn't have a witty comeback to retaliate with this time which caused Eren to beam victoriously at your sulky state.
All eyes on me in the center of the ring just like a circus, Britney-type bullshit.
Jean spotted the mass of students enclosing the fiasco from afar. He was about to brush it off as some trivial spectacle that usually went down within the school halls until he saw you, your pretty face wither like a dying orchid from Eren's disparaging remark.
You spotted Jean's towering physique graze through the crowd of students with cellphones glued in front of their faces, recording the degrading scene with tattle amongst themselves.
"Hey! The show's over, get to class!" Jean proclaimed to the gossiping students with disapproval as he inched closer and closer to you and Eren.
You knew he was acting all heroic and mighty, the woodcutter coming to your rescue from the big bad wolf in an attempt at scoring points with you.
In reality, you didn't need saving. You were more than capable of looking after yourself plus, you weren't some damsel in distress.
You had the situation fully under your control. Well... sort of. But the fact that he was acting like you were some poor powerless girl wasn't helping, especially in front of these masses of people.
Jean lightly tugged your crossed frame behind his slender yet muscular build, shading you from Eren's vision as he incitingly eyed him with a smirk. You peeped from the side of one of Jean's broad shoulders as Eren's victorious beam immediately went sour once his pupils drifted toward the view of Jean.
You didn't miss the resentful glint in Eren's eyes once he took notice of the way Jean's hand was soothingly entwined with one of yours, solacing your furious state.
"You and Jean? Yeah, good luck with that," Eren snorted as his eyes shifted towards you with loathe before delivering the unneeded comment.
"Don't get your briefs in a twist, we aren't together." You threw Eren a dirty side glance before quickly yanking your hand away from Jean's, earning a mild chuckle from Jean's lush lips.
With all these cameras tilted toward your direction, someone could easily get the wrong idea about the situation at hand which is exactly what Jean so obviously wanted, pfft.
Frankly, Jean didn't seem to mind when it came to Eren's far-mistaken assumption. Eren assessed the current circumstance, diving straight into the point. "Jean..." he drawled in a dissatisfied tone.
"Hello, brother," Jean spoke with a sudden gust of familiarity as if he was so fond of the mysterious brunette.
WHAT?! BROTHER???
The shock you were experiencing highly robbed you of your speech. You were losing your mind. No way they're related!
Your eyes bounced from Jean's amber's to Eren's emeralds, clearly waiting for one of the two dickheads to explain except they were too occupied shooting glares at one another to take your prying glance into note.
"Sooo...," you finally uttered. "You guys are brothers...?" You asked none of them in particular with a head tilt, narrowing your stunned eyes between the two.
Jean's gazing eyes never left Eren's as he replied with a cheeky grin: "We do have the same father after all, right, Eren?"
Holy shit! No fucking way!
The heavy tension between the two boys was enough to make you blanch from discomfort. Truthfully, this was none of your business. You wanted no part in their little family reunion bullshit so you decided to take off while they were too absorbed in death-staring one another before the shit you kicked off got messy.
Now that I've made everything weird I'm going to make my exit...
Before you had the chance to carry out your silent departure, a large hand forcefully took your wrist hostage earning a small yelp from your lips. Eren showcased no hesitation in bringing his attention back to you, whirling you around to meet his haunting view.
Now, it was Jean's turn to blaze in resentment from Eren's hand placement on your wrist but of course, being the charming nonchalant womanizer he is, hid the expression oh so well.
You felt the breezy sensation of Eren's lips poise dangerously close over your left ear, his grip on your wrist constricting. "Little advice, neighbor... If you really do know what I am you'd stay far away from me."
Eren's husky tone was practically oozing with confidence which you so deeply despised. He called out your bluff in the flash of seconds, leaving you speechless from your contracted airways.
"As usual, not so popular with the ladies I see," the womanizer with a mullet amusingly chortled as a taunt, a useful attempt at drawing Eren's attention off of you and back on him.
After what painfully felt like centuries, Eren finally loosened his grip on your wrist. You seized back your limb, rubbing circles around the throbbing spot he tightly had you constrained.
A small huff escaped your lips, announcing your displeasure as you eyed his figure. "You know, I just met you Eren but thanks for reminding me of why I already hate your guts," you recklessly enunciated.
Giving the two boys—no—idiots in front of you a once over accompanied by a scoff, you pivoted on your heels, strutting away from the scene. You've had enough of them for one day, literally. They could both kiss your ass.
"Make sure to save me a seat right next to you in pottery, Love," Jean called out to your diminishing figure as he so obscenely eyed the shape of your ass.
You were secretly hoping Jean would be some classroom crush you could drool and obsess over in secret, not some cocky overly conceited asshole who couldn't seem to take a hint.
Ugh, what has my life seriously come to? A mysterious emo psycho and a cocky playboy, great. So much for me getting answers.
"Cute, isn't she?" Jean spoke to Eren with a smitten grin once the cluster of students had vanished from your absence.
"Alright, time to fess up, brother. What's your deal with her?" Eren had a deriding tone as he pronounced the word brother, clearly peeved over the fact that Jean had decided to take a sudden interest in you out of nowhere.
Jean simply tilted his head up, tittering at Eren's bothered state. He couldn't seem to fathom why Eren cared. "Nothing, I just happen to like pretty little things with sharp tongues," Jean disclosed with a provoking grin.
OK, that was so obviously bullshit to Eren's ears. Even if it was true, he wouldn't buy it. It wasn't just nothing, Jean always had an ulterior motive concealed up his sleeve.
Jean dryly chuckled at Eren's unmoved expression, Eren clearly being immune to Jean's pathetic lies. Or maybe it wasn't a lie. Maybe you—your scent had genuinely caught Jean's interest as well.
The overly conceited womanizer casually swung an athletic arm around Eren, his hand dangling over Eren's right broad shoulder. The small light ash brown hairs from the back of his mullet tingled Eren's cheek as his lips fluttered right above Eren's left ear.
"I see the way you look at her. Don't tell me you don't smell it too—her scent..." Jean revealed with a sinister smirk brushed up against Eren's lobe from the reaction he was evoking.
Eren, who was now intensely furrowing his brows at what the notorious womanizer had to say drifted his pupils to the right, evading Jean's company with a clenched jaw at his seeding irritation.
"Interesting..." Jean continued to trail off. "Doesn't her scent remind you of—"
Eren brazenly flung Jean's arm off of his shoulder as he rotated his head to get a good look at Jean, delivering his usual cold stare filled with deep hatred. "Fuck off!" Eren hissed at Jean whose lips had now lifted to exhibit a pleased smirk at the elicited reaction.
𝗝𝗲𝗮𝗻'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩: Hmm, seems like I may have triggered a wistful nerve.
Eren clicked his tongue, taking in the sight of Jean in disgust before revolving around and dragging his feet down the airy hall with his hands buried deep into his pockets.
Jean folded his arms as he rested his shoulder blades against the rows of lockers behind him, accompanied by a snort. He slowly shook his head as he narrowly eyed Eren to his right, unbothered. "You can't keep running from your past, Eren. You can either confront it or let it eventually consume you."
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𝗔𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹...
𝖥𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀
𝟨:𝟥𝟢 𝗉𝗆
It's been two whole days since Wednesday's predicament took place but still, you were a little worn out.
'New Girl caught in a steamy love triangle between Port Angeles High's hottest brothers: Eren Jaeger & Jean Kirstein!' was the headline of the video from earlier's exchange resurfacing around the whole school like a blustered wildfire.
They are definitely both to blame for this. A little on my end but I refuse to admit that...
Your pupils constricted in wrath while you inspected the video sent from an unknown number. The tip of your fingers were tightly pressed under your left eyebrow, clearly peeved over the whole situation.
It would've honestly saved you a whole lot of trouble if you had been informed of the two apparently being brothers so you could avoid the both of them completely.
Usual chit-chat was amidst the air at school this Friday morning. Faintly about the pop quiz Mr. Ackerman had ironically decided to dish out on the first week of school but mainly about Historia Reiss's exclusive back-to-school party this night. Or as Buzzcut put it, "the party of the year."
From what you were hearing, this girl seems like a pretty big deal around here, popular too. You weren't invited but you gravely needed to attend this party. You seriously needed to make more friends around here.
In your favor, Mikasa sweetly suggested that the both of you go together which was great because you desperately didn't want to go alone.
Your father would be working late in the studio tonight so your disappearance shouldn't be an issue but still, you knew you were going to have to bribe Adonis somehow just for him to seal his fat mouth shut.
Ugh, what does a girl gotta do to get some brotherly love around here?
It was currently 6:30 PM on the dot so that meant... you had approximately 2 hours to get ready before Mikasa's arrival.
Mikasa suggested the both of you take her car just in case your father arrived home earlier than expected. But you doubt that'd happen considering the fact that your father's sessions in the studio are always drawn-out and intense.
After an exhaustive moment of rummaging through your untidy closet, you narrowed down your selection of the night to two dresses. You decided on a satin black cross-back mini dress that hugged your bewitching frame a little too tightly for your liking versus a pale green bodycon.
At the moment, you were posed in front of your vanity mirror, eyeing the pale green dress that graced your soft figure after your thorough application of organic coconut oil. You were honestly conflicted, to say the least.
Your head faintly cocked to the side as you analyzed the dress's smooth fabric. You would've legitimately gone with the green dress but its tone seemed a little too relaxed and plain, especially for your very first party in Port Angeles.
You wanted something that stood out—radiated confidence and valor without seeming like you were trying too hard or trying for someone. Of course, you weren't trying to impress anyone, other than yourself. "So... black it is."
After replacing the green dress you currently wore with the black satin red dress you gawked at your reflection in your mirror. Seriously, you couldn't be mad with your selection from the way it accentuated your figure, probably even better than the green dress you had on before.
You did your makeup and settled on a soft smokey eye that flawlessly complemented the midnight hue of your dress. You finished feathering out the satin fabric before swiping a dark tint over your plump lips to match your devilish image.
After flat ironing your luscious locks into a straight sleek look, the corners of your lips quirked into a grin from pure admiration. You severely looked drop-dead gorgeous, your eyes couldn't detach themselves away from your godly reflection.
You looked sexy, way too sexy for your own good.
Your tight dress resulted in you wobbling over to your bed—where your phone sat—to check your time limit.
Exactly on the dot with no time to spare, you heard the doorbell chime throughout the vacant atmosphere, indicating Mikasa's arrival.
You hurriedly slipped into your black bottoms, spritzing yourself with Miss Dior before grabbing your purse that lay on your vanity as you hurriedly rushed down your steps.
Needless to say, your nutcase of a brother was already at the front door leaning up against its edge as if he was some notorious bad boy, swerving googly eyes in Mikasa's direction with a sultry grin from her alluring appearance.
Oh my god, ew.
Your facial expression winced dramatically from the scene you beheld, clearly embarrassed at your brother's dreadful endeavor at hitting on your newfound friend. "You free tomorrow night, baby girl?" Adonis flashed a wink before biting his bottom crusty lip.
𝗠𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩: I'm terribly concerned...
"Oh my God, I swear I'm putting you up for adoption, leave!" You grabbed onto your brother's shoulder, ruthlessly shoving him away from Mikasa's side before sliding a five-dollar bill into his palm. "A for effort," you sneered at his vain strive before shutting the front door behind you.
You could visibly detect the discomfort on Mikasa's fair features but you could also analyze that she found the situation a little amusing due to the way a small smile crept up her pink lips.
It's been a while since you last snuck out to go partying. You'd frequently sneak out your bedroom window, being heedful as possible while Hitch patiently waited outside your window for your grand entrance.
But that was then in New York and this was now in Port Angeles. The thought of your old city life still had a wistful effect on you. Still, you figured you couldn't start the next chapter of your life if you kept reading the last one.
Your nostalgic thoughts quickly budded from your mind once your ears caught the sound of Mikasa's angelic tone giggling softly.
You turned to her all perplexed while admiring the view. She wore a tight navy blue off-shoulder dress with butterfly mesh sleeves that showed off her image stunningly. The dress was not too short, but short enough to devour a breathtaking glimpse at her long toned legs.
She looks gorgeous.
"Someone's full of their thoughts tonight," Mikasa teased. She surveyed you with a light smirk from your dazed expression.
You smiled gently as a flush crept up your face. "Just thinking about my old life," you replied with a hint of reminisce. You looked away before a tear threatened to escape your tear duct, staring into the obsidian night sky dusted with a million stars.
The night's cool breeze whistled softly throughout your frame, blowing a few strands of your hair onto your face. Mikasa tenderly gripped your left arm, her moonlit smile as vibrant as always. "Well, you're in Port Angeles now, it's where you belong. Now stop sulking and let's get going!"
You glanced at her contagious smile, causing the corners of your lips to curve into a bright beam. Mikasa gingerly tugged your arm, making sure not to hurt you as the night's airy breeze rushed you both over to her Mercedes-Benz parked by the curb.
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Mikasa drove criminally fast throughout the wild streets of Port Angeles. But, you didn't mind. The windows of her tart-scented Benz dwindled down as deafening music shamelessly blasted amidst the air from the stereo.
The night's stars began to flicker amongst the obsidian sky, the world felt endless around you. Your eardrums tuned out the sounds of the city while you swiped through songs on your phone which was connected to the aux.
Mikasa's right hand was effortlessly swiping the wheel while you both acted like reckless teenagers, screaming out lyrics from the top of your lungs into the breezy atmosphere. You couldn't seem to remember the last time you felt this young and alive.
The night's earthy wind ambushed the car's interior, causing you to rattle in your seat a bit. You relaxed a little once your sight wandered outside the rolled-down window, catching a glimpse of downtown Port Angeles.
You'd always thought nothing could hold a candle to the luminous view of New York at nightfall but the scenery of Port Angeles was on another level. It was hard to not appreciate the landscape.
The upbeat ride finally came to an end once Mikasa swerved into a driveway brimmed with high-end cars. Your jaw dropped open once you stepped out of Mikasa's Benz to capture a wider view of the Reiss estate.
It was a multiple-story beige-colored mansion upheld by white pillars. Shadowing its appearance was an unlocked black metal gate. The front lawn displayed a water fountain with marble walkways on each side.
You could already hear high-pitched screams with ear-splitting music blasting through the stereos as Mikasa lightly gripped your wrist, pulling you into the residence. You suspected she'd been here before from the way she easily navigated her way through the interior.
The enormous house was brimmed with a sea of sweaty drunken teens coiled tightly together, jumping chaotically to the base of the music the DJ was playing. Colorful LED lights moved vividly but were dulled from cigarette smoke clouding the atmosphere.
Mikasa had steered you into a cozy spacious room with pink-tinted walls as a few people you recognized from school jumbled out greetings.
"Aye, it's the new girl!"
"Yo, what's good Mikasa?"
"How about I take you smoking hot ladies home with me?"
Mikasa's hand was still gunned onto your wrist so you wouldn't get lost in the sea of hormonal teenagers. The climate was a little overwhelming and Mikasa could interpret that from your aura shift.
"I'm gonna go get us some shots to ease your nerves a bit." Mikasa's hand graced your outer shoulder as she spoke in your ear so you could decipher the words she was saying.
"Alright," you spoke in her ear in return with a half smile, causing her face to light up. "I'll be back in a few and remember, don't accept drinks from strangers and no drugs!" She lectured you like your father before navigating her way through the crowd.
You sighed softly, deciding to sit on a cozy sofa in the corner near a window that was fairly cracked open which relieved your nostrils of the stuffy effect the jam-packed room had on you.
You were bored as hell because you obviously knew no one so you pulled out your cell phone from your purse to act like you were busy replying to your nonexistent texts because you obviously have no friends.
I look like such a loser.
You emit a sigh. You hated being alone at big parties like these. Your eyes scanned the mass of rowdy teenagers swaying to the ear-piercing music.
Every corner had strangers either taking shots, getting high on crack, sucking a stranger's face off, or doing other things you were certain were illegal.
But amidst all of the drunken teens partying was a single body of serenity.
Your scan continued until your eyes halted on a tall familiar brunette who made an unpredicted appearance in the room. He didn't even acknowledge anyone as he strutted in.
The chaotic and disorderly atmosphere came to an abrupt end, quickly fading into whispers and mumbles from the single individual.
"Wait, isn't that Eren Jaeger?"
"You'd expect a guy like him who could
get any girl he wants to be cruising in a Ferrari, taking a new girl home every night."
"Except, he doesn't."
"Yeah, because his standards
are too high, he rejects every girl
who tries to approach him."
"The guy's a mystery, no one knows a single thing about him."
You could tell he has a reputation and is a pretty big deal around here from the way people paused what they were doing to stare and fawn over his presence.
Eren stood in the corner, sipping whatever was the in the red cup in his hand while he eyed the unruly pack of teens before him. His intimidating jade eyes wandered amongst the room full of people almost as if he was searching for a certain someone.
Well luckily, he hadn't seemed to have spotted you which was great in your favor.
Eren was wearing his usual black leather jacket over a white tee paired with black jeans. His exposed neck showcased a portion of his dark diabolic tattoos. He wore the key-shaped pendant you've always seen on him along with an assortment of jewelry around his digits.
You'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't find him attractive and you hated yourself for admitting it. It was hard for you to loosen your eyes off of him and that went for every other girl and guy in the vicinity.
Eren didn't display the slightest bit of interest in any of them. You could clearly analyze that he hated the unwanted attention, especially from everyone in the room drooling over his existence.
You noticed that an ethereal-looking blonde was now by Eren's side, sipping on a martini. She was short and had a petite figure paired with cold artic blue irises and golden blonde tresses.
You couldn't peel your eyes away from her aspect either because she was just that stunning. Her beauty seemed almost fictitious.
She was the one person in the room that Eren didn't mind around his presence and you wondered why. Probably because they're in the same league when it comes to looks. You scoffed.
Without any indication of a warning, the blonde peeled her eyes off of Eren, swinging them toward your line of sight. She narrowed her eyes, staring right into your dilated pupils as if she knew you were eyeballing her.
Oh shit, I'm so sorry ma'am.
She inspected you from top to bottom, unsure if she liked what she saw or not. Her facial expression was emotionless but displayed a hint of disapproval.
Wow, rude! She already seems like a bitch.
The mist of tension in the air suddenly thickened. Eren's eyes were half-lidded, filled with boredom until his pupils flicked over towards yours, his jade eyes becoming acquainted with yours. He lifted a perfectly cocked brow.
You know that moment when you look into somebody's eyes and you can feel them burning into your existence—your soul—and the whole world around you suddenly stops and goes silent for just a second?
Yeah, that pretty much sums up how you were feeling at the moment.
You felt a strong wave of heat rush up your face as his gaze only intensified on you. His pupils inspected the moody expression you had on your face down to your bare crisscrossed legs. He was enjoying the sight but his hawkish glare dared you to break eye contact, almost as if it was a challenge from his end.
Ugh, I seriously cannot do this, not tonight. I'll let the childish bastard have his little victory.
You were the first to break eye contact, not wanting to give the asshole the satisfaction of scraping under your skin. You darted your eyes away and back onto the screen of your cell phone. Replying back to your... nonexistent texts.
You raised your head back up after a while only to discover that both of them WERE STILL STARING AT YOU!
Damn, do I really look that good tonight?
But besides that, the situation was irritatingly uncomfortable. You needed to get out of here. You needed a drink ASAP, and where the hell did Mikasa run off to? It had been almost thirty minutes since her departure.
You quickly got up from your seat, scampering towards the door. You needed to find the kitchen except you had no idea where it was.
Just when shit couldn't get any worse, you stumbled onto an empty beer bottle that was randomly placed on the floor beneath you. But to your luck, a large masculine chest broke your fall, saving you from a lifetime of embarrassment.
The masculine figure firmed his grip around your waist softly, ensuring your unsteady frame was secure. "Well, hello Love."
Oh my God, someone help me!
That Dior Sauvage cologne intertwined with the cooling scent of fresh mint... that honeyed silvery tone... OK, you knew whose chest you'd fallen into.
You leisurely lifted your head up to behold Jean in all his glory. He looked good—really good. He wore a black halfway-buttoned shirt which was tucked into black dress pants paired with a belt.
His exposed muscles and toned chest revealed a side you didn't know existed in you. An expensive watch graced his right wrist along with a silver chain around his neck.
The feeling was just as mutual. Jean made it known that he enjoyed the view that was tucked underneath him. He pulled you in closer while his palms soothed over the shape of your ass.
His slender amber eyes deceitfully peeked below, examining your long toned legs before moving up to your exposed cleavage and then your wet parted lips. Your heart literally ascended out of your chest.
He did not just do that...
"You look as beautiful as always," Jean complimented with his usual seductive smirk. His sinful eyes were still glued on your figure, taking note of the way your tight dress clung to your waist and the many different ways he'd rip it off of you.
"And you look disgusting as always," you jeered, which was clearly a lie because he looked so fine soaring over you.
Jean loved your back talk, he loved the fire in you. It only made the chase more rousing. "Is that so?" the corner of his eyes crinkled, loving the little scowl that manifested on your face. His honeyed voice was so pleasing to hear but you would never admit it out loud.
You continued to eye the womanizer through your long fluttered lashes while your hands gradually traveled up his torso onto his neck to adjust his twisted collar. You could feel his toned muscles tense under you from the movement.
You loomed in closer, maintaining eye contact as his minty cool breath tickled the tip of your soft lips. He's breathing heavily and you can tell he desperately craves a taste of your lips.
Once his collar was fixed you stood on your tippy toes, placing your lips right in the center of his plump ones and his right hand slithers behind your neck, pulling you closer to him. His left palm was still planted on your ass, his thumb rubbing circles on your flesh from the aching wait.
Jean lustfully eyed your parted lips, speaking what he wanted with his irises of pooling honey. You weren't sure why but his eagerness excited you.
He struck his tongue over his bottom lip before displaying a triumphant smirk. He realized you had finally fallen into his grasp but he was so mistaken.
You sardonically giggled and pulled away right when he leaned in to kiss you.
"I have a brilliant idea Kirstein..." You eyed him with revulsion and a slight head tilt to further your point. "How about you find some other girl to toy with. K?" You jerked his placement off your waist before brushing past him to find Mikasa.
Jean was dumbfounded. You left him all high and dry with his jaw slacked and his ego bruised. He took in the sight of your dim figure in disbelief. Never in his life has he had to work this hard just to get in some girl's pants. But then again you weren't just some girl, he knew that much.
The player can't handle getting played, huh?
Eventually, you found the kitchen except Mikasa was nowhere to be seen. Your slight fret turned into worry because you feared something bad may have potentially happened to her.
You were detached from your thoughts once your eyes caught peep a of Eren tunneling through the mob of strangers, heading for the staircase.
Your thoughts relapsed back to Monday's incident with Eren. You did some digging of your own later on that night and discovered something sinister but you weren't certain that your speculations were true.
You thought about referring to Mikasa for questions but you bit back your tongue. From what she told you about the incident, you couldn't help but think she was keeping additional details from you.
There's something uncanny, demonic, and odd about Eren, Jean, and Mikasa. Everyone else around you may not sense it but you do.
You trailed after Eren towards the flight of steps while making sure you were well hidden and out of sight.
I'm sure as hell getting some answers tonight. And calling the bastard out for embarrassing me at school earlier.
The staircase led up to a long and eerie corridor that was pitch black. Your vision tried to adjust itself to the dark space. Something tells you this region of the house was off-limits for the night because why else would it be so vacant and unlit?
Paranoia immediately plagued your flesh and you instantly regretted following him up here. Your fingertips skidded along the leveled walls, searching for a light switch but you couldn't detect any.
Your blood ran cold once you felt a cold hand seize you by your arm, pulling you into an uncanny room and closing the door shut behind you.
The cold being circled their hand around your throat before slamming your back against the leveled wall of the room which caused you to release a sharp gasp. Your throat constricted around air while you fought back tears.
All that could be heard was the sky's anger as it rumbled and shook, delivering the soft pitter-patter of rain wandering outside the room's window. The window was cracked halfway open. The drizzle filled the air with a full-body chill and a crisp earthy kiss.
I guess this is the end for me. Goodbye, world.
Goodbye, Adonis. I guess I still love you even after you ate the last blueberry pop tart during breakfast.
Goodbye, Dad. I'm honestly still mad at you for forcing me to leave my old life behind but I guess now isn't the time for grudges. I suppose I could—
The lights suddenly flicked on revealing Eren who had you pinned against the door underneath him. You were somewhat relieved it was him and not some complete stranger but still, being alone with him wasn't at all comforting.
Having him so up close to you sent an icy chill crawling up your spine. You inhaled his sweet scent that was intertwined with the musky smell of the rain from outside.
"Gosh, you're so dramatic." Eren surveyed your wet eyes and smudged mascara before chewing his bottom lip to fight back a laugh. "This is the second time I've seen you cry, it's pretty pathetic."
GAH, THE NERVE OF THIS INTOLERABLE ASS CROUTON.
"What the fuck is your problem? That was a pretty messed up thing to do," you fumed, recalling how he'd just scared you stiff. The icy sensation around your neck reminded you of his hand placement so you shoved his broad chest off you but he barely flinched an inch.
However, he did liberate his grip. One of his palms was pressed against the wall above your head while the other was gunned right by your side. Eren's penetrating gaze only continued to probe you. His expression was blank—expressionless.
"You know what's messed up, Y/n?" Eren's brows drew together once he delivered his toxin. "The fact that you follow me around like a little lost puppy despite me making it clear I'm not interested in you."
WHAT?! I loathe this guy with my entire existence. Is he delusional or what?! He's definitely Jean's brother with that colossal ego of his.
You shook your head in denial with a deriding expression. "I didn't follow you because I'm interested in you, moron. I want an answer... What are you?"
Your hostile glare toward him persisted. You may have lost in his childish game from earlier but you weren't going to be the first one to break away this round.
Your eyes wandered down to his angelic bone structure as a muscle in his jaw ticked. You could vividly see that your question dug under his exterior. His erotic pink lips twitched almost as if he were about to say something but he doesn't.
The little game you both had going on persevered. Eren's vexed sockets antagonized your features while you continued your glare, awaiting an answer.
"What are you?" you repeated, louder than previously.
...
"You know what I am." Eren's deep reverb radiated throughout your core. You felt a stab of fear prick your skin because your suspicions were possibly valid. His heavy lids strolled down to your trembling lips. He knows you're spooked, it's exactly what he wants.
You tried to shrug nonchalantly before folding your arms under your chest to make it seem like his aspect wasn't intimidating at all. "No, I don't actually." You continued to drill holes into him, waiting for him to explain himself.
Eren took the opportunity to cleverly say: "Yes you do otherwise you wouldn't be here." That remark instantly shut you up because he was right.
You followed him out here with the internal feeling that you knew what he was but you just weren't certain of it. Not yet.
Almost as if Eren knew what you were thinking his left palm softly trailed down onto yours.
You shivered from the contact. "You're... cold," you whispered breathlessly from the wintry sensation but received no response from him in return. Your pupils concerningly traveled down onto his touch then back on his sight which never left yours.
Eren leisurely lifted up your hand, bringing it up to the left side of his windpipe. You watched as he adjusted your fingers onto his carotid, he wanted you to feel his pulse.
The tip of your index and pointer grooved into the side of his neck. You applied light pressure onto the spot, searching for a pulse. You just needed a beat, anything to prove that you were mistaken—that he isn't what you think he is.
But there was nothing. Only tranquility.
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𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦)
Outside's growing storm had now increased tenfold. The wind didn't howl, it screamed. Droplets of rain pounded onto the window's glass, crying a warning. The trees sway, creek, bend and moan as their fine limbs rip away into the sky.
Hurt. Confusion. Sadness. Anger. So much anger. It almost seemed like the passing storm could perceive how you were feeling at the moment.
He's not even a living being. How long has he even been dead?
Your hand was still on Eren's neck and his bleak palm still rested on top of yours. You were strayed in your thoughts—thoughts like needles jabbing at your skin.
You failed to even register the way his pair of dead heavy emeralds glossed over your haunted expression. "Say it," the brunette dips his head into the crook of your neck, muttering his demand. "You said you know what I am so say it." His taunt showed no sign of comfort or pity.
"...You're fatally fast and strong. Your eyes change color... your teeth—they're sharp like fangs. Your skin is ice cold and you drain bodies of their blood..." You were blabbering at this point but your voice still shook, your breaths becoming shallow and jagged.
All of your anxiety and fear from Monday night came tumbling back into your being. You were right. All along your suspicions were true.
"You're a vampire."
The words instantly rolled off of your tongue. A deep sense of uneasiness held you hostage upon the realization of what you had just said. Eren's chilly breath drifted over your cheek once he finally confirmed your speculation. "Yeah, I am."
Something in your chest broke so violently that you wondered if it was possible for no one else to have heard it.
"So that girl in your room... you killed her." The phrase came off as more of a definite statement than a question. You watched him drain her completely of her existence then he killed her. You somehow convinced yourself that the incident was a hallucination. But it wasn't. You heard her neck snap like a twig before she collapsed onto the floor.
"I did, and you want to know something twisted? I fucking loved every single moment of it," he declared in a low and barbed tone.
The most unnerving part about this was the fact that when he pulled back from the dip of your neck he was smirking—sadistically smirking as if the whole ordeal was entertaining to him.
Your face blanched from not only repugnance but also disgust from his sick confession. "How could you be so fucking heartless?!" Your pupils blazed with animosity while you raged at him. "She probably had a family, just like you and—" "Let me make one thing clear for you, you don't know shit about me, you just know my name." Eren cut you short before you could finish your fuss. "Don't confuse me for someone with remorse, I have none." He provokingly raised his voice at you, resulting in you shrinking back and lugging your head to the side.
Eren could distinctly hear your heart hampering inside your chest. He brought his face closer to yours, studying every detail from your wavering lips to the glint of hysteria in your eyes and how you refused to look at him. You had now discovered his dark truth—the reality of who he was.
"What, don't tell me you're afraid." Darkness gathered in Eren's eyes and filled it. He eyeballed you, awaiting a reply, even though you refused to reach his gaze. You had no idea how to feel this instant.
You slowly withdrew your hand from his neck, shaking your head in disbelief. "You think I'm a monster, don't you?" He questioned once he forcibly grabbed the bottom of your chin, tilting your head sideways to meet his leer.
A part of Eren desperately wanted you to say no. To deny your fear, to claim you weren't terrified of his very being—who he was. You heard the pained longing in his voice.
He fiddled with your bottom lip with his thumb, seemingly enjoying the sight of your distressed state. Your lips stayed shut as your body sullenly rested underneath him. Your jaw was tightly gritted, your lower lip repeatedly trembling from the dread that seized you.
"You're right," he finally concluded once he realized that evoking a response from you was futile. He wasn't going to deny it, he was a monster. That's what his very existence consisted of. He fuels off of the blood of the living, his kind is the hunter and yours is the prey. Why should he have a single care about what you thought of him? But deep down, he did.
You eye him attentively as he flicked a few strands that were clouding your pretty features behind your ear, which exposed the bare side of your neck. For a faint moment, he caught the quick whiff of your scent. His jaw rigidly clenched almost as if he was fighting back some type of urge. Your throat closed up in horror, splintering your breaths.
His words from earlier thudded in your skull. 'If you really do know what I am you'd stay far away from me.' A part of you knew how this would end, in blood. You had to get out of there, now.
Your scent—just being around you was intoxicating enough for him to lose control—a skill he's never been able to master. Something about your scent had such a dominating hold on him, he couldn't explain it. You were the lethal poison he was dying to drink.
You attempted a sprint but for a split second, you caught Eren's eyes flash a bright ruby red before he delved for your neck. His brutal fangs punctured into the tissue of your left carotid artery causing you to conjure a bitter scream into the crisp atmosphere.
A warm wetness began to spread over you with alarming speed. You could feel it soaking the rim of your shoulder before it washed you completely, dripping onto the thick woven carpet below you. You looked down at your once black dress which was now soaked with shades of a deep crimson red.
You felt his venom pulsing within every vein and cell in your anatomy. The pain that shortly followed was unforgiving and merciless, it burned like hell.
The agony traveled into every aspect and nook of your body, eliciting the feeling of your whole body on fire. You writhed in the grip of the fiery torture, your body convulsing and twisting from the affliction every second that passed.
Your eyes were beginning to close shut. You were unconscious and slowly slipping into a numb void of darkness that sought to claim and pull you in. But through the blood loss and dizziness, your lids fluttered open, rejecting the dark's warm embrace.
"Eren... please stop," your words released in a frail whisper before the dark clung onto you, refusing to let go. Eren was barely listening to the words and screams fleeing your lips. He was in his own little world drunk on the euphoric taste of your blood.
The door to the bedroom suddenly flung open. Before you slipped away your ears caught the muffle of a familiar angelic voice calling out to you. "Oh my God—no—Y/n no!" the voice cried in terror.
But Eren couldn't stop, not even when he saw the light leave your eyes, not even when he felt your body go limp underneath and that scared him.
Not even when he heard your last breath fade from your lips.
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