A/N: New story idea I've had for a while now and just not been able to figure out how to bring it about. Hope I achieved what I wanted to achieve, lol. *sweatdrop!* Takes place about two years after the manga/Brotherhood ends.
One quick thing: though I do not believe that this story requires an M rating, let me know if you feel as though it would do better under one rather than its current T rating. I don't want someone upset over an improper rating and hence causing me to be kicked off of . *yet another sweatdrop!*
Fair warning for all my happy readers: this is NOT like my other stories. It's dark, gory, and overall more serious than "Entwined Sorcery." Less fun and puns, more crime mystery and what-not-and gruesomeness, too, for I do quite enjoy the occasional bloodbath. :) enjoy, all!
all things Fullmetal Alchemist (c) Hiromu Arakawa
Carpe Noctem...Seize the Night
Prologue: Murder Begins
The Demon of the Night shall stalk its prey,
The unknown victim unforeseen his fate
For the Killer of the Light is famished to-night,
A hunger that will take much to sate.
No one is safe, even when the moon is high
No one is safe when the Monster is nigh.
...`c.n.`...
And the monster was very much nigh this fateful night. The clouds severely dampened the moon's glow, leaving all wanderers upon Central's streets dependent upon the dim streetlamps and their own poor human eyes. Demons and phantoms alike depend on such shadowing by which to do their own bidding, their soulless beings becoming increasingly attracted to the innocence walking the boulevard. One certain beast looked up at the sound of a clock tower tolling, its crimson eyes sparkling in the crystalline blackout.
The Witching hour was upon them all.
With a throat famished raw with bloodlust, the beast swept deeper into the town's shadows, lurking, searching for a favorable bite, for a tender piece of flesh to dig into. His vision became set upon a victim at last; a young woman, walking alone, carrying nothing upon her person but a small shoulder bag. Virtually unarmed and unknowing of any sort of potential danger lurking nearby; just as the vampire liked them.
The attack was immediate; her screams of fear and agony were not even given a split second's chance to be heard as he flung her into a darkened alleyway, cupping his steely-gripped hand upon her shaking lips, his dirty fingernails digging into the soft skin on her face. He took some time to ravish in her frightened appearance, his hungry eyes trailing down her body, his forked, rough tongue caressing her neck, flicking over it again and again, as if the thin skin barely cloaking her rich veins and arteries was a delectable delicacy to behold. His prey flinched as she felt herself being dragged further down into the alley, into the darkness, caught within the very grasp of Hell itself. But there was nothing left to do; the killer was much too strong for her to resist any further. Her tearful eyes widened even further, however, as she stared at two elongated fangs that emerged from the creature's mouth; they then rolled to the back of her head as he bit down into her jugular. His chapped lips moved around the puncture wounds, gluttonously sucking up all of the blood from within her petite body.
Not a single drop of the beautiful liquid was spilt, not an ounce of the life-giving substance gone to waste.
The girl soon became limp and cold in the predator's grasp, and she lay, mouth-agape, like a dead-eyed ragdoll, staring up into the heaven-less sky. The vampire smirked as he watched a dark bruise slowly begin to form around the fatal bite marks upon her neck, from which no blood was seeping out, for there was no blood left in the girl's body any longer. The demonic creature to care to swipe his tongue over said wound, however, in order to allow his saliva to seep into his victim's skin and close up the marks, shielding any identity of what caused this death to the unknown outside world. After throwing his blood-dried feast for the night roughly down upon the cold, unforgiving concrete, the vampire looked up into the emerging crescent moon, basking in its feeble glow for a moment before sprinting into the night, leaving the dead, forgotten body behind for Central Command to waltz upon come the dawn of the next day…
No one is safe when the Monster is nigh.
…`c.n.`…