((I am sorry, I did bad. I took one of @pinkheichou ‘s Darkfic Prompts (#9 “I have sharp teeth and I am not afraid of using them on you.” ) and ran away with it completely. Again, I’m sorry but not really because I love the idea too much.))
“Levi, what do you think you’re doing in here.”
The man in question looked up at me, his cold, grey eyes shooting sharp daggers deep into my soul. This was the stare of someone who killed and saw people get killed. Who saw so much blood on a daily basis that he didn’t care anymore who died as long as he got what he wanted.
It almost froze me in place. He was scary, terrifying even. I could feel a dark aura around him, almost like all the very powers of nature were complying to his will.
This was the power of the Ackermans, of the last pure vampire bloodline in the world. I only ever saw it in action once, back when we were happily, freshly in love. Back then, I was walking back from work at night; I was attacked, overpowered by two or three guys who were planning to rob me and judging by their comments, rape me. But Levi came to save me, nearly ripping the guys to pieces if I hadn’t stopped him. He had sensed I was in danger; maybe he could smell it, maybe he put some form of magic or bond on me. I never asked, I was just grateful he came to save when I needed it.
He was the same back then, had the same dark aura and the same dangerous eyes.
Only now I didn’t feel relieved to see it.
“What do you think?” he asked me then, he voice low and cold. “I’m here to get my lover back.”
That tone of voice… It sent a shiver down my spine. I have never, in all the years I have known him, heard him talk like that. But I couldn’t let it overwhelm me. Wasn’t I supposed to be used to it? To be the only one who could fight the urge to cower before the vampire’s anger, the only one to hold my own against the incredible power hidden inside him? That why he chose me, after all. Or so he’s always claimed.
I gulped heavily and forced myself to snap out of it. I couldn’t let myself be intimidated here.
I crossed my arms on my chest, glaring right back at Levi. “It’s the middle of the night.”
Levi clicked his tongue, obviously annoyed at my remark. “I’m a vampire,” he stated, as if that explained everything.
“You’ve never been nocturnal, to my knowledge,” I snapped back. I didn’t feel so tense anymore, letting my anger push back the instinctual fear, and I rolled my eyes at him. “Get the hell out of this room right now.”
“No. My lover left me; I need to get him back and slaughter everyone who’s ever hurt him,” he said in a tone sounding even more dangerous than before, just as he turned away from me to stare back at the computer screen.
I could only groan. “It’s a motherfucking game, Levi, it’s not going anywhere.” My sharp statement didn’t even phase him, instead he put his headphones back on and unpaused the game. I was just about done with his shit.
I marched forward to stand as close to him as I could and I glowered down at him until he paused the game again – of course, with yet another irritated click of his tongue. “What, Eren?”
“Turn it off or I turn it off for you,” I threatened as I raised my hand, hovering it dangerously close to the computer’s power button.
“Don’t you fucking dare, Eren!” Levi jumped, making a grab for my hand, but I was faster, stepping away and out of his reach.
I narrowed my eyes at him, pointedly staring at the sharp claws that would have ripped open my skip have I not escaped. Fucking bastard. “Or what? Levi, for the love of god, go to sleep.”
Levi glared at me silently for a moment before finally opening his mouth – and baring his fangs at me. “I have sharp teeth and I’m not afraid to use them on you.”
...Was he serious.
“Our fucking cat has sharp teeth. Levi I swear to god if you don’t come back to bed right now I’m calling Hanji to take you away for experiments. I know she’ll be so excited she’ll keep you in her lab and you won’t see that fucking game for a month.”
Dead silence settled over the game room following my statement.
I got the pleasure of watching as it settled in for him with his claws retreating and the room temperature raising slowly. I could practically see his figurative ears and tail drooping as he looked up at me with begging eyes. “But my lover is hurt,” he said in defiant tone that sounded so painfully defeated that I almost felt sorry for him.
“And your husband is pissed and telling you to come fucking cuddle.”
It didn’t take me 2 minutes to get him back to bed after that.
Siblings things is when you've got a share console with your old brother, but it's in his room and you only have six games you enjoy out of sixty, which he updates last cause they "suck", and then he talks shit about how I always play the same games
