#halfthefreckles

     [ ♛ ]  Eren had been trained since he was little to hate witches, it’s not like the whole village he resided in wasn’t taught the same, but his was taught more to an extreme. He was armed, and taught how to use the weapons that were in the family homes arsenal. He was shown how to kill a person, a witch before he became their next supply of human organs for potions they made, and sold on the black market for gold coins. Potions paid well, but it was also inhumane to make them out from humans.       Since the very beginning of the Jaeger family tree, this was how they operated, this was how they kept their town, their friends and family safe all those years.      Now that Eren was in his twenties, it was his turn to take on the roll of being his families witch hunter. His father would finally be given the rest he deserved after taking on the task for so many years, and accomplishing so much in his time. Eren had a lot to match up to, and the only way he could was to kill every single witch that he could possibly get his hands on. There were other witch hunters from other parts of the large village, but they weren’t as well known to the locals as Eren’s family was.       The Jaeger family tended to only wear one outfit while out hunting. It kept them known in town by the familiar pattern, the heavy layers of clothing allowed the men that wore such an outfit to stay out during the colder winder nights longer, to continue on hunting for longer hours of the night. It was almost perfect, but the cape was a bit much at times and Eren tended to rip it off and toss aside by a tree before recovering it in the morning.       It was another night that Eren was out hunting for witches in the forest. Deep within the forest where witches tended to come to harvest mushrooms for stews, potions and other reasons, Eren was hidden up within the trees, watching around the surrounding area before he heard the faint sound of rustling in the leaves. Someone’s coming. It couldn’t be another hunter as this area was the Jaeger’s territory, other hunters knew better.       Coming down from the tree, Eren had his bow out and ready to fire an arrow before he came around to a freckled male, seeming to be leaning down towards the pond hidden around the dense forest. “You shouldn’t be out here.” Eren had been taught that witches could only give birth to more witches, and the men that help conceive the child were slaughtered like lamb. “It’s late, and dangerous. I recommend that you return back to the village.”

     It’d been a tough century that Eren had to live through. He’d been so much in his time, the great depression, presidential assassination, almost everything major that had happened through the twentieth century. Although he hadn’t been able to actually witness the events in person as most took part during the day. Here’s the thing. Even if he was born in the early nineteen-hundreds, he was still only twenty three.       After a successful bank robbery in his early youth, Eren had cut the deal with his other “business partners” and decided to take all the money for himself. Later that week, Eren found himself left to die in an off stress alleyway. He’d been punched, kicked, stood and jumped on, and even stabbed multiple times for cheating the other’s out of their cut of the money. He thought that might have been it for him, that he’d die alone and cold in a alleyway littered with drug syringes, but a man came along and changed everything for him.       That man had given him life again, but at the price of Eren being able to feel his own heartbeat, his emotions... Along with giving away any and all of his morals. In order to survive, he would have to kill, to feast upon the blood of the of the human that was to meet their fate by the hands of a vampire. How unfortunate for them. This also made it extremely difficult for Eren to be in any sort of relationship, or have any sort of relationship with any other human. One way or another, they would end up dying while Eren lived on for eternity. It was shitty. He’d been alone for more than fifty years after leaving his “masters” side, it wasn’t recommended but he did it anyway.       Eren had been out for a walk, his hoodie pulled up regardless if it was dark outside. He was hungry, and some poor sap would be meeting their end tonight. No one really suspected that the weekly killings were because of a vampire, most people figured it was some serial killer on the loose, and to say that the public was cautious was a lie. No one cared on what the hell was going on as most of the people in the city thought ‘that won’t happen to me’, but it still happened to someone. They probably thought they were safe too until they came too close to Eren.       The streets were practically empty tonight, and it made finding a meal difficult. If there was no one to kill, he would have to resort into possibly sneaking into a blood bank and to take some of the bags they stored in their freezers. All hoped had seemed lost before Eren spotted a male across the street, heading towards what seemed to be an apartment. “Hm.” Eren sprinted across the empty street to get to the other side, and made sure that he wasn’t seen. He watched the male enter into the building and followed right behind.       While said male took the elevator up, Eren split off to take the stairs. Being a vampire did have its perks though, the super human speed and strength came in handy with catching his ‘Big Mac on legs’. At each floor, Eren stuck his head out from the stairwell doors, listening into the hallway to see if he heard the sound of the elevator door opening. Coming up to the fifth floor, the distinctive elevator ‘ding’ brought Eren out from the stairwell, and into the apartment hallways. Here we go. As he rounded the corner and followed behind the male, Eren kept his eyes focused on the person’s neck. Looks pretty good.       Once at the apartment door, as it was being unlocked, Eren pushed the male up against the closed door. His hand came up to cover the poor victims neck before his fangs sank into the flesh and muscle. “Mm.” This guys blood was really good, and feeling the poor sap fall limp in his arms, Eren let go prematurely. He couldn’t kill this guy, he tasted too damn good to leave his body without an ounce of blood. “Shit.” This was the first time he actually let someone live, but it wouldn’t be without a price for the other. With a deep sigh, Eren took a seat down onto the apartment floor next to the unconscious male. He couldn’t enter inside of the guys home without being invited in, so he’d have to wait... @half-the-freckles

     It was several years into the apocalypse, and you were just about lucky enough to find another human. A year into this huge mess, it was considered almost rare to find a human that wouldn’t kill you on the spot. God, those were some good times. Unlike now, there were no other humans to pair up with. It was rare to find supplies on your own as most places had been ransacked or were zombie infested. In all honesty, it was bullshit.       Eren had been more than lucky when he came across Marco over a year ago. Sure they weren’t friends right on the spot, but they didn’t want to blow the others brains out either, and over time, the longer they stayed paired together, the closer they grew. When they had passed over that line of friendship, Eren could remember it like it was yesterday.       The two had been sitting up on the branches inside of a large weeping willow tree. It’d been a long day of travelling, and the tree would be a temporary source of shelter while the two rested for the night. With lack of blankets, the two men had huddled up together and used each other’s body heat to stay warm. They had talked the night away, and somehow found themselves falling silent in the later hours, simply staring at each other before kissing for the first time.       Now Marco and Eren were closer than ever expected, and boyfriends no less. They had stayed inside of a small working RV for the past month, using it to drive small distances at a time to save the gas inside of the tank. Now stationed on the outskirts of Atlanta, it’d been Eren’s plan from the start of the apocalypse to come to Georgia, to maybe check in on the CDC and to find out if there was any sort of word of a cure in the develop.       Outside, and a block away from the RV Marco was resting up in, Eren was double checking the area that it was clear of any zombies and humans. Looks good so far. He walked a bit farther to round a block and found a zombie lay across a family home’s lawn. For a split moment, he stood frozen but found that his eyes were drifting towards the shining piece of gold on the undead’s finger. He was married. Probably the owner of the house too, but he wouldn’t pester too long in trying to find out.       Carefully moving over, Eren’s foot stretched out to poke at the zombie’s head. “Good, you’re dead.” It was evidence from the bullet wound through the man’s forehead and out the back of his skull that he was obviously dead. Reanimated or not. Eren knelt down and pulled the gold ring off from the bodies finger before stuffing it into his pocket. “It’s not like you have a use for it anymore.”       On his way back to the RV, Eren had cleaned off the ring to the best of his abilities with the fabric of his shirt. It should fit Marco’s finger as his finger’s were slightly thicker than the brunet’s. “Hm.” Coming up to the mobile home’s door, Eren unlocked it before entering inside and shutting it behind him, double checking that it was locked. “Marco?” Eren made his way into the back of the RV where the double sized bed laid.       “I thought you would have been sleeping more.” Smiling as he sat down beside his boyfriend, Eren took hold of Marco’s hand in his own and quickly slipped the ring onto the left hand’s ring finger. “You know I love you, and this is just another way of showing you.”      @half-the-freckles

He didn’t hear Marco come in.

Armin hummed softly, trudging over as he went and made it over to Marco. Arms went and wrapped around the other as he rested his head against his back. “That sounds good... Thank you Marco.”

Coffee was serious business. 

half-the-freckles

        He was going to die. He was going to die on his damned honeymoon, how convenient was that? As much as he loved the water and the sea, it'd be the thing that killed him. Blackness swallowed his vision as the waves crashed down on his body over and over, sending him deeper into the ocean's mysterious depths.