In a world where supernatural creatures hid among humans, striving to survive without causing much of a scene, trying to blend in or rather cast away somewhere isolated, far from civilization.

Levi Ackerman, a vampire that has escaped death more than he’d like to admit, has been living among humans for quite a while. Wanted for the murders of various vampire hunters, he decided to do something a little out of his comfort zone. That was, partying. He knew this was risky, putting himself in a place full of humans that can recognize him, but he needed a break from the constant running, the stress, exhaustion. And what better way to do that by drowning it all with alcohol?

There he was, sitting at a table in the loud lively room, people dancing, laughing, drinking, some puking out their breakfast and others getting steamy. He didn’t bother with the people, he just sat there eating a meal. As he reached to pick up a fork, his hand immediately retreated with a pained hiss, feeling a stinging, burning sensation in his fingertips. He got burnt. Shit, it must’ve had vervain on it.

When he looked back up, his eyes scanning around to make sure no one saw or heard him burn himself, his eyes locked on a person, staring back with wide eyes. Oh no… he was caught.