"Come on Eren, just go in there, you'll be fine," Mikasa said, trying to convince me that a fresh start would be a fun thing for me.

I stood there, frozen in place, looking up at the small Italian restaurant by the name 'Kuchel's kitchen'. Maybe that was the name of the owner, but that wasn't important.

"Mikasa's right, it's been months since you've left your room. And you need to get outside once in a while," Armin said. With a warm smile on his face.

Well duh. That was the only thing I could do. Thanks captain obvious.

I took a deep breath, and I nodded. "Okay, I'll take your advice."

I started walking to the door, putting my hand on the door knob to open it. There was a bell inside the door. It jingled everytime the door got opened.

I looked down at the ground as I walked, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone. Thinking they would see my fangs, which were literally bulging from my lips, wanting to burst out at any moment.

I sat down, Mikasa sitting beside me and Armin opposite us.

My nose was twitching. It was burning. The smell of garlic filled the room and I felt like to vomit. And the fact that I was thirsty didn't help at all. I covered my mouth with my hand closing my eyes.

I felt a pat on my back. Looking up I saw Mikasa with a comforting smile on her face.

"It will be fine."

Those words were awfully familiar. Maybe deja Vu. But I nodded silently.

Armin called over the waitress, as I was holding up the menu.

Mikasa ***took the lead of ordering for me.

"A bowl of spaghetti and meatballs for my friend here."

She looked at the menu once again.

"Kindly tell your chef not to cook the sauce without garlic. He is allergic to garlic."

"No garlic... Got it. Anything else?" The waitress asked holding her notepad and a pen.

"The both of us will take pizza," Armin said. Mikasa nodded, approving of Armin's order. She wrote it down and nodded.

"Your food will be brought to you shortly," she said and walked away into the back.

Eren slammed his face down to the table with a loud bang. Mikasa and Armin got startled by the sound. Eren let out a long sigh closing his eyes and waiting for his food.

About ten minutes later, the waitress came back with their food. She put the bowl of spaghetti and meatballs in front of Eren and the pizzas in front of Armin and Mikasa.

"Enjoy your meal," the waitress said with a bow and walked away.

Eren grabbed his fork and twisted some spaghetti on it. The food was still steaming hot . He lightly blew on it to cool it down. After a few seconds, he took a bite.

He chewed slowly and immediately regretted that decision.

It burned. It burned his tongue almost making a hole in it. He heard sizzling noises being made and it stung. It stung so bad that it showed on his face. His nose started twitching.

Armin reached over to Eren with a napkin on his hand. A clear indication to Eren that he should spit out the bite.

Eren didn't hesitate to do so, and immediately spit it out on the napkin.

Armin started wrapping the bite like a small gift.

Mikasa's face was filled with rage. She stood up and marched to the waitress that served them.

Before Armin and Eren could even react, Mikasa was already to the waitress, holding her by the collar as she was cowering by Mikasa's feet.

Armin sprang up and ran to Mikasa.

"What the hell you bitch?! I specifically told you to tell your chef not to make the food without garlic but did you?!" Mikasa roared.

Armin tried to hold her back but all was in vain.

"I swear ma'am! I did right down no garlic on the paper!" The waitress said, her voice practically cracking.

"I don't want your dumb excuses you bastard!"

Just then the door of the kitchen opened, and a short, man with black hair and beautiful gray eyes stepped out of the kitchen. He had a cold, harsh face and his eyebrows frowned. He looked at Eren then at Mikasa and the waitress.

Eren's eyes sparkled when he saw the man and he didn't know why. If he still had a heart it would skip a million beats. All the blood in his veins flowed at high speed. So fast he started getting dizzy.

"What's going on here?" The short man asked.

"Levi!" The waitress said with relief.

... Levi.. Levi was his name. That name immediately got stuck in Eren's mind and heart.

"What happened Isabella?" He asked.

"Sir! The dish I wrote down no garlic on the piece of paper, had garlic in it!"

"What are you talking about? There was no dish that was written no garlic on it."

"Yes there was!" She got free from Mikasa's grip and rammaged through her pockets. She pulled out a piece of crumbled up paper and un-crumbled it. She showed it to Levi.

"See?!"

"Isabella, that says no gar."

"It's still the same thing!"

"No it's not." Levi rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"I.. I just thought you would get what I meant!"

Levi let out a deep sigh and looked at Mikasa and bowed. "I'm deeply sorry, I didn't know what gar meant."

It sounded automatic. Like something he said on a daily basis. It was almost sad.

"Well you better! You almost killed my friend!" Mikasa snapped.

"Killing is a little bit too much Mikasa..." Eren said with a nervous chuckle.

Levi raised his head to look at Eren. He stared at him for a while.

"You're the one who's allergic to garlic?"

"Y-yes, yes I am."

"Please sit back down, I'll bring you something to compensate."

"No no it's fine! Y-you don't have to do that!"

"I insist, as a token of gratitude for not paying close attention. Are you at the legal drinking age?"

Eren panicked a little. Drinking? He probably meant alcohol but still Eren panicked.

"U-uh y-yeah! I'm 22 so pretty much..!" Eren cleared his throat.

Levi went to the back and disappeared from Eren's line of sight.

—The three of them went back to their seats, and Eren waited anxiously. Not sure what Levi meant.

Eren's tongue was still burning, and Mikasa rubbed his back and asked him multiple times of he was okay.

"I'm fine Mikasa," is what Eren responded with each time.

A few moments later, Levi came back with a glass of wine in his hands and placed it in front of Eren.

Levi had a bandage around his wrist, but Eren didn't think much of it.

"Please, drink up," Levi said.

Eren looked inside the wine glass. He can't even remember the last time he drank wine. He held the glass in his hand.

He took a gulp.

It was sweet, sweeter than he remembered.

But that was when realization hit.

This wasn't wine, it was blood.

Eren widened his eyes and took a glance at Levi. He seemed unfazed. He immediately put the glass down. "Is this his blood? Why would a stranger give me his blood? Does he know I'm a vampire? Is he one of them? No if he was I couldn't be able to drink his blood. Or this is someone else's blood? Maybe a human he drinks from? Or a blood bank? No, it has to be his. That would explain the bandage around his wrist."

These thoughts ran wild in Eren's head. He felt like to vomit. He didn't like the fact he drank blood.

"What? Not going to finish? This stuff is expensive you know."

The moment Levi said those words, Eren jolted and ran outside the restaurant, without looking back.