Levi never really liked werewolves. Or anyone. But especially werewolves. They were usually dirty, stinky, loud, and messy. Levi avoided them like the plague. Not that vampires in general had any fondness for those furballs either.

Vampires lived in small, city-like communities, while werewolves stayed in villages. The divide ran deep since vampires saw themselves as superior, more refined, more powerful.

But one thing united them: hatred toward humans. Humans had started hunting them with all kinds of advanced technology. They were evolving fast... too fast.

So the night even Levi, the head of the Ackerman clan, struggled against one of the newest hunter gadgets, it was clear : human technology has gotten worrisome.

Hearing the sounds of a fight, you crept closer. From behind the bushes, you saw it: the mighty Levi Ackerman, pinned to the ground, a hunter looming over him with a device you didn’t recognize.

"Having him in my debt could come in handy..." you thought, before leaping out and slashing the human down with your claws though success only made possible by the element of surprise.

With the same bloodied claws, you tore through the restraints holding him, accidentally smearing blood on his clothes in the process.

Levi frowned as he stood, completely ignoring the fact that you had just saved his life. His eyes dropped to the stain on his suit.

"Great. This suit is ruined," he muttered.