Disclaimer: I own nothing! Fullmetal Alchemist belongs to Hiromu Arakawa and Vampire Academy belongs to Richelle Mead. I am merely using the characters for my own creativeness. The only thing I own is Akasha, Nocturne, Nikki, as well as Akasha's children.

A/N: So, I've decided to create a Fullmetal Alchemist and Vampire Academy crossover seeing as no one else has done one yet. Mind you, it's not fully following Vampire Academy book, so those looking for Dimitri or any of the other characters or the schooling. I'm also very well aware that Akasha and Nikki are different from the other Moroi's and Dhampir's. So anyway, hope everyone enjoys. Just a heads up too for this chapter I will be switching between first person and third person. The italics are when its Akasha's point of view. Most of the quotes taken from Vampire Academy I'll have at the end of the chapter. Thought I would clear that up. This chapter is relatively a quick explanation of who the girls are; what they are and what has happened. I feel like it is necessary to add things in as you'll see, just so you don't question it later.

Chapter 1

Train rides and memories

The roar of the engine rumbled loudly in the compartments of the train as it chugged a long in the dark of the night. Rattling could be felt as the train continued to zip by the dark field outside. Everything rushed by so quickly it made it difficult to properly to see everything as it should be, even with the full moon. But to some, it was as if seeing at daytime.

Inside the train near the far back covered in a blanket were two young girls; one asleep peacefully on the wide awake girls shoulder. The sleeping one had blood red hair with thick purple streaks reaching her waist that at the moment was held in by a ponytail. Her soft features were finally at peace. Her name: Princess Nicoleta Mondragon or better known as Nikki.

The girl who was awake had raven black hair with thick red, blue, and purple streaks reaching her shoulders. She let out a sigh as she tightened her grip around Nikki's shoulders keeping her safe.

Her screams have finally stopped thankfully; it has been over two weeks that she woke up screaming. But I know though that the nightmares still haunt her memories like they do mine. The smell of blood. The smell of metal against metal. It was a miracle to this day for me to be alive. I should have died…no scratch that…I DID die. The impact was so severe it was lucky Nikki got out safely. Though she was more secure on her end. The on coming car hit my side of the car, striking hard. That is something I could never forget. Somehow or another we walked away with mere scratches.

I try to leave the past behind us, even if it had been nine agonizing months. By the time we returned to school, we thought things would go back to normal for us. Boy was we wrong. It didn't help that I was pregnant at the time being four months to be exact. How my child ultimately survived the fatal accident is beyond us.

Part way through school, our friend Rose got overly freaked by our teacher; crazy Ms. Karp, as we use to call her. She told her to get our other friend Lissa out of school of her own safety. How did the two of us get into this mess? Nikki is exactly like Lissa in every way. A princess. Last of her kind. As well as a spirit user. Rose told us her idea and my instincts kicked into high gear.

Nikki and I have not once in our fifteen years together been separated. Our relationship over the years escalated more than just sisterly love. At the age of thirteen we saw something in each other that no one else saw. Love. In our society, it was fine for Dhampir's to have relationships of course, we were young. No one would ever understand or grasp the concept of two girls, one Moroi the other a Dhampir to date. We kept that secret and we still keep it secret only Lissa and Rose knew of our love.

So of course with our relationship as girlfriends and me being her guardian, my instincts have been one to protect her at all costs.

As Dhampir's we live by one rule that has been drilled into our heads since the days we learned how to walk. They (Moroi's) come first. It was true, without them we wouldn't be here. With our culture so complex, it was a miracle things turned out the way they did.

While the school slept during the day, we took the chance to run. None of us knew where we were going or what we were getting ourselves into.

For safety requirements, we disappeared from the comforts of our location of our school in the high mountains of Dragoon, took the train and followed where it lead. Nikki and Lissa both taking what they needed from their inheritances hoping we could survive off it.

There was only one thing that worried us with our escape; my pregnancy. I was getting close to my due date when we finally reached a third town surrounded my Moroi and human alike. We stayed there until I delivered a healthy baby girl. Only problem…Rose and Lissa fled. We didn't know why. I think it was out of fear on their behalf. Mind you, it was no ones fault. We couldn't risk any more of it.

After a few more days of resting, Nikki came up with the idea of giving up the child so we could continue. Of course she was right; we couldn't risk getting her hurt in the process. Don't get me wrong, there were tears. I had just given birth to this wonderful girl, something that was mine and sadly has to give it up.

Finally a wonderful Moroi family that could no have children gladly took her in.

So now, Nikki and I are on the search once again for our friends and once again to be reunited. It has been so long since seeing each other.

Oh, my name? I am Akasha Rose Wolf. A Dhampir, the daughter of the toughest novice/guardians around, and a mother. I am only fifteen years old and our lives have only just begun.

Akasha rested her head on Nikki's head letting out a sigh of relief at their profound safety. It was still a mystery where fate was going to take them. Relying on humans to help them out and to purchase train tickets was the hardest part. Akasha was so stubborn she didn't like the idea of humans helping them. But it was something Nikki required.

The girls had been on the train for two months. Stopping in each town to gather any information that could help useful in their journey. The last place they stopped at forced the girls to wander in the desert in hopes of finding another town. It was their stupidity to miss the train in the first place.

~Flashback~

The desert sun shone down at the wearily travellers trudging across the open area. A bag on their backs and a white jack over their shoulder to block out the harmful rays as well as the sand. Hood pulled over their heads shielding their eyes. Out of the two travellers, one was stumbling and swaying with each step made.

Turning to face the tired one, the other figure's eyes widened with worry before running to catch the other.

"Nikki? Nikki! Talk to me!" Akasha yelled lying Nikki down on the sand trying to keep most of the light off her.

The only response that could be heard from Nikki was a weak mumble. The heat was finally getting to her. She wouldn't last any longer in the sun. It was a surprise to keep her out of the sun for this long.

"NIKKI! You are not leaving me!" Akasha yelled again covering most of the other girl's face by the hood.

Desperately, Akasha dug through her bag in hopes of finding some sort of sign of water in her bag. What little clothes they packed, maps, a few books (something that could come in handy later). No water, all of it was gone and no place to refill.

"Damn it!" Akasha swore through gritted teeth throwing the bag. Her energy was starting to diminish as well but somehow, she didn't care.

"Help! Somebody! Anybody! HELP!" Akasha desperately cried out to no one in particular. She couldn't be overly sure where she was.

Keeping close to Nikki to block most of the light, Akasha could feel the faint beating of her girlfriend's heart. Her breathing was becoming shallow, her body was collapsing slowly.

"Nikki, don't you dare leave me! Do you hear me? We need each other! Keep strong, open your eyes for me," Akasha pleaded softly holding on to Nikki's hands in hers.

Time ticked by slowly, with each passing second, Nikki got weaker spiking Akasha's anxiety. The desert remained still only for the odd gusting wing. Akasha could feel the stinging of sand against her battered leg. Her dark blue jeans were tattered and worn from travelling and over worn. The scars on her legs were from falling after running for their lives and attack could still be clearly seen.

"We never should have come this way. We should have stayed in the last town. Nikki is going to die because of me. No one would be out here, it's too deadly." Akasha was too hard on herself, every little fear that was made she scorn herself for it. She was constantly on fear for Nikki's life, overly fearing losing her lovers life.

Akasha could feel her own breathing become heavy as she desperately tried to stay awake. Her face becoming flushed from the exposure. Finally giving up, Akasha passed out on top of Nikki's body, overly fearing losing her lovers chest and her right arm stretched out.

Everything went black; nothing made sense to her whatsoever. She prayed that something or someone would get them.

Voices would be heard around Akasha, all soft like a murmur. A cold, wet feeling could be felt on her forehead.

"Where…." Akasha murmured softly moving her hand to touch her forehead, her eyes remaining closed.

"She's awake," a small child's voice rang out.

"Ni…Nik…"Akasha groaned trying to sit up, her eyes flickering.

"Try not to move," a soft elderly voice whispered above Akasha's head, hands gently pushing her back.

"Hmm…where am I?" Akasha moaned weakly.

"You are safe here. You seem to have been in the sun for so long. Where are you from?"

Akasha opened her eyes a little bit trying to see what was around her. It appeared to her that she was in a tiny hut with a single sheet over the entrance. Some feet from her shrouded in darkness was another cot with a person sitting next to the bed. The person wore robes, making him look like a priest or something. A similar dressed man was knelt at her side.

"I…I'm from Dragoon."

"I am not familiar with that place."

"It's far from here."

"Why have you travelled so far?"

Turning her head, Akasha looked at the cot where she knew Nikki was resting. "I need to protect her from the danger."

"Danger? What danger?"

"Something I hope that I never have to deal with out here. It's something in our past that we are trying to stop."

"Running from your past?" asked the man next to Nikki's cot.

"No," Akasha replied softly shaking her head. "We can't run from it. As much as we try to think we can, we know we can't," Akasha replied cryptically.

"Tell me your name child," the elderly person asked.

"Akasha. Akasha Wolf."

"Who is your friend?"

"Nikki Mondragon." There was no sense getting into details about Nikki's past, they didn't need to know.

"Well Akasha, you are more than welcome to stay here."

"Thank you so much sir…" Akasha replied gratefully as she shifted her body weight. She let out soft groan at the agonizing pain coursing through her midriff.

"Take it easy. You won't be able to heal properly if you keep moving."

Akasha stared at the man, noticing for the first time the colour of his eyes. They were the colour that she thought she hoped to never see again. Red. Akasha took in a sharp breath as she forced herself not to strike. She only saw one other creature with those eyes. Strigoi.

Those same eyes glaring back at her standing over top someone she knew and trusted. Blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. Akasha felt useless, she couldn't protect those she loved and this just proved it. Even with all the training she had gone through this couldn't prepare her for this outcome.

She shook her head trying to clear her memories from that horrible night. How could these nice people be Strigoi? They helped her and Nikki, if they truly were Strigoi, the two of them would have been dead by now. Another thing that set them apart was the colour of their skin. Where Strigoi's had deathly pale skin, here these people had brown skin.

"Are you all right?"

"Ye…yeah. Something from my past kicked in," Akasha responded letting out a sharp gasp. Her stubbornness kicked into high gear. Instead of lying back she decided to sit up fully, or as fully as the pain would allow her. The man next to her brought out his arms to either push her back or to keep her steady. It all depended upon Akasha's actions.

The sheet that covered her body slipped down to her lap. Looking down at herself, Akasha noticed rather quickly that her crimson red low-neck short sleeve shirt was not on her. Her face immediately flushed; at the moment all that was on her was bandage wraps leading from the top of her chest to her stomach. Red patches could be seen in some areas where the blood seeped through. Flipping back the sheets, Akasha saw that her lower legs were both wrapped up. Her jeans had been taken off as well. Can this get any worse?

"You are in good hands. Those wounds on you were not as severe as we thought."

"Nikki…what about Nikki?"

"Her wounds are much the same as yours. A few areas a little more severe than others. But other than that she pulled through."

A sigh of relief escaped Akasha's lips as she fell back on to the cot her head hitting the pillow.

These people showed no threat toward her or to Nikki; this was definitely their safe zone for the time being. The warm welcome they received first thing made it all better. She never questioned their background, or who exactly they were. Akasha wasn't the type to judge; all throughout her life she was judged.

The elder left the tent to take care of something's with his disciples leaving the child, Akasha, Nikki, and the other man alone.

"Do you not fear us at all?" the man by Nikki asked.

"I have no reason to fear you. None of you pose a threat to me or her. So far I've seen gratitude and kindness," Akasha answered staring absently at the ceiling. She couldn't let slip of what both truly were toward these people. She didn't care how badly she wanted to say: "You have no clue what we truly are or who we fight against. We are creatures of the night but we are not the dangerous kind."

"You have much confidence in you."

"I've learned to trust in many ways. I judge solely on people's honesty and kind-heartedness."

The room fell silent after that, all that could be heard was the soft breathing of Nikki as she slept.

The girls stayed in the village for almost a week, gaining back their strength and learning more about the villages' history. Nikki and Akasha were both in awe and shock at the past with the people of Ishval. It was a cruel concept to ever hurt another person's life.

For Akasha and Nikki, their main rule to life was purely: take no life for granted respect everything great and small.

It was upsetting when the girls had to say their goodbyes to the villagers but there was no way they could stay there that much longer.

~End flashback~

Akasha stared absentmindedly at the chair before her. Oh how she longed to be back in that village once again. To be near the ones she so dearly called friends.

We've dealt with much in our lives, but to hear what happened in Ishval is purely disgraceful. Somehow or another I shouldn't talk, I'll be marked as a hypocrite for what our kind does. But it isn't like we attack without a reason, we feed on others for our survival and not once do we kill our feeders. We've taken good care of them at school; a place to live, food. These were the people who were addicted to the bite and got a rush off it.

Moroi's have chemicals in their saliva that causes a high feeling to the feeder. Believe me, Rose and I have both dealt with that in our time. Only problem it causes a temporary state of weakness. It's usually during that time that we had to make sure we were well hidden or safely secured.

It was looked down upon Moroi's feeding off a Dhampir, letting a Moroi take blood from you was almost…dirty. In fact, one of the kinkiest, practically pornographic things a Dhampir could do was let a Moroi drink blood during sex. It was a taboo amongst our kind. Mind you, we never have done that. Well, never fed off each other during our intimate moments. This was something that occurred with blood whores - Dhampir women who sold themselves. I loathed the thought of it. It was disgraceful.

Both of us respected each other too much to pull that stunt. The feeding has become necessary in our travels; we haven't been able to find any human feeders who wanted a fix.

We depended upon the Moroi for survival of our kind. Moroi's are the only ones able to have children with other Moroi's, Dhampir's and humans. If that seriously couldn't get any weirder, Moroi's and Dhampir's reproduced other Dhampir's. As well as Moroi's and humans. Dhampir's can't reproduce with other Dhampir or humans. We don't know why, but that is our crazy world.

I can feel her stir under me, her dreams are still haunting her, but they aren't as bad as before. No, these are more recent, something I wish myself, could block out.

Her emotions are pulling me in with no warning. They are wrapped in peace, happiness, sorrow, and grief. I really wish I didn't have this connection sometimes. Inside her head I have a clear picture of everything she sees.

~Flashback/dream (first person) ~

A small innocent newborn rested in Nikki's arms finally calming down. Her body a soft pink of health that I knew wouldn't last. Her innocence was at a peak. A smile spread across Nikki's face as she held the newborn, it grew even wider when she looked at me. I was a mess, my face glistened with sweat, and my raven black hair sprawled around me. My silver eyes glistened with happiness. The birthing had taken a lot out of me, and of course it was all natural, no epidural or c-section.

"She's gorgeous," Nikki breathed strolling to my side with the baby in her arms.

"Not as gorgeous as you," I replied weakly.

"Have you thought of a name for her yet?" Nikki asked curiously sitting on the bed.

"I have something in mind."

"Don't keep us in suspense," a soft female voice inquired excitedly.

The voice belonged to our good friend Lissa Dragomir; she had pale blond hair, and pale skin like Nikki. She was the last of her kin, making her next in line for being a queen. She was sitting on the chairs closest to the bed.

"Evelyn Marie," I responded raising her hand to lightly stroke her daughter's fair skinned arm. Marie was my grandmother's name that was still whispered around the halls of St. Vladimir's. She was a legend. Sadly I never got to meet her.

"I love it. Evelyn Marie Wolf, it has a perfect ring to it," another female voice replied.

I smiled over at the girl who had spoken. She sat next to Lissa, her auburn hair softly cascading down her shoulders. Her name is Rose Hathaway. She is just like me in ways; both of us are guardians to the two greatest Moroi's ever. Her mother is another one to be well known in our community.

"Doesn't it?"

Nikki shifted her body so she could face me better as she handed me Evelyn wrapped in a soft dark purple blanket. Lissa had gladly created the blanket for us. I was not big on the colourful colours, only the dark ones.

Evelyn was light in my arms as she slept peacefully. I couldn't believe that only an hour ago she was inside my stomach. As much as I yearned for sleep, I wanted to stay awake as long as possible to enjoy everything. Of course, I'm a quick healer, which is a bonus on my behalf.

"My little angel. Finally we are one big happy family. Two mothers who love you dearly and two aunts who will protect you forever. I think we can safely say, we're actually safe," I murmured gently cradling Evelyn.

"Can we truly say that? Can we actually say we're going to be safe?" Lissa asked cautiously.

"I have a gut feeling that things are going to look up for us," I assured my voice no higher than a whisper.

"I have to agree with Lissa, there is no way that any of us can say we're going to be safe. I know those are your wishful thinking's Akasha, but unless we can get rid of the Strigoi permanently I doubt we're safe. Even here, we're in a suicide site. Moroi's, Dhampir's and humans alike. It's a feeding ground to them," Rose burst in. She knocked over her chair in anger as she got to her feet. She had a point; it just wasn't something I wanted to admit.

"Can you actually blame me Rose? I'm sorry but just giving birth and your spirits are high with excitement you become a little more optimistic about what is truly around you."

Rose sighed as she sat back down in the chair she carelessly knocked over. I knew I had pissed her off. But she didn't understand where I was coming from, the little blessing I held in my arms was my world. Right now, things did, for once, seemed a safe and better place for us.

"I don't believe it is wise to put any stress on Akasha right now Rose. You both brought up good points. Yes, we currently are safe. That's only because there are guards patrolling the grounds, as well as the wards. Rose that is also true, but none of us are truly staying here. As soon as Akasha is back on her feet we are moving out."

That's Nikki for you, the reasonable one. No matter the argument, no matter the situation, she is there to put an immediate stop to it. There is something about her that even I don't know. Even now with me in her head I still don't understand.

"Nikki's right, we're all just tired. We have been up for two days straight. I propose we all get some shut eye and see what tomorrow comes up with. Agreed?" Lissa suggested.

"Agreed," Rose replied defeated. She didn't harbour any ill will toward me. I knew she was just exhausted.

"Akasha let me see Evelyn. You the most need your sleep."

"You're too good to me," I replied as she leaned in. Our lips brushed against each others. She always made things feel so right in the world. After parting, Nikki took Evelyn into her arms while I brought the blankets up higher after I moved to get comfortable.

Nikki placed Evelyn inside the little crib near my bed and placed another blanket over top of her. As she spoke, her voice was soft and musical. It filled the quiet room with a sense of calming and tranquility.

Rose curled up in a ball in the chair she was in. For once I saw something that none of us in our ten years of knowing each other saw before: sadness, hurt. It was a moment in time when we always thought she was simply exhausted but she always had on a defiant stubborn look.

For Lissa, she laid down upon a cot that a nurse brought in after learning we had no place to stay. Rose refused the cot, the chair would be fine and Nikki obviously would be with me.

"Hey Rose," I called out softly as Nikki got under the covers with me and curled up close.

"Yeah?"

"I want to apologize. You know that I never meant any of what I said, right?"

"I know you didn't. It wasn't fair for me to have snapped. We are all tired, you just gave birth. Of course there would be words thrown at each other."

I let out a sigh as I wrapped my arms around Nikki keeping her close as possible. The room went silent in seconds, Nikki, Rose and Lissa were all fast asleep, I stayed awake, my head spinning with thoughts. All of them boggled together, making no sense.

The next day as Nikki and I woke up, we were shocked at the sight of empty spaces on the cot and chair. Rose and Lissa left in the middle of the night without so much as a goodbye. I knew something was on Rose's mind when she became distant.

"What are we going to do now?" Nikki asked checking on the baby.

"We keep moving, just you and I and Evelyn."

"…Akasha…I don't think that's such a good idea," Nikki sighed picking up Evelyn.

"And why not? I told you, I am NOT turning into my mother. I am not giving her up."

"Akasha, listen to me, please. We can not risk a newborn's safety, it is bad enough we're on this mission, but I'll never be able to look at myself again if anything should happen to our daughter."

I hated when she was right. It was suicide to risk Evelyn's safety along with Nikki's. "All right, all right. What do you suppose we do?"

"Before we leave to our next destination, we find a Moroi family in this town and hand her over."

Letting out a sigh, I stared at the ceiling fighting back my emotions. "We have no other options do we?"

"Unless you want to get a hold of your mom, tell what happen and hand Evelyn over to her," suggested Nikki as she changed Evelyn.

My face went ash-white; a strange noise left my throat at telling my mother the truth of what occurred over the last ten months. It would be freaking suicide. Number one, I am fifteen years old. I should not have been pregnant. Number two, Nikki and I bolted from school to get away from the chaos. Number three, my mother has been absent from my life for fifteen years. I would get the lecture of 'how dare you get yourself pregnant so young. What are you trying to prove? That you're easy? Do you wish to become a blood whore? Your education is more important than this shit!'

"No! We'll find a family here. My mother would kill me over and over again."

"It's settled. Once you are well rested we move out."

The following day I never cried so much in my life. After changing into new clothes after a long sought shower, I held Evelyn for the last time. I sat in the hospital room on the bed with Nikki wrapping her arms around me as I broke down bawling my eyes out like I had never had in years.

Composing myself, we finally left and went in search for a good Moroi home to raise Evelyn. The tears flowed silently still, my hood of my sweater hiding my face so no one could tell.

We came by a two storey house that seemed to be in good shape, the garden out front, although covered in snow, probably looked stunning in the summer.

"I trust this, I think this is a good spot for her," Nikki insisted.

"If you're sure," I mumbled sadly.

Nikki ambled up to the oak door and rang the doorbell waiting patiently. I couldn't move from where I stood. This was too soon, how could I possibly give up my baby?

Seconds later, the door opened revealing a young woman in her twenties with flowing brunette hair. Her features were soft and pale with dazzling emerald eyes. She had to be around my height, possibly a little taller with a tiny frame.

"Hello," her soft voice said.

"Hello, I am sorry to disturb you and I know we don't know each other but…I was wondering if I could ask you something."

"Um…sure. Come on in, my husband is in the library," the brunette Moroi responded beckoning us inside.

Nikki turned to face me, her eyes soft and sympathetic as I held on tightly to Evelyn. Sighing, I followed behind Nikki into the house that might take Evelyn.

I could feel my jaw drop, at the sight of the interior. It was gorgeous, the walls were painted soft warm beige, and pictures lined the wall as well. On side tables were vases of roses. This house was so welcoming.

The library was painted red with soft lights flickering against it. Tall bookshelves lined the far walls. Sitting on a black leather couch was a young man somewhere in his twenties with dark brown hair that reached to the end of his earlobe in a flowing fashion. When he stood up he towered over us, he had to be at least six feet.

"Darling, we have guests," the woman announced.

"Hell, my name is Hawk Xion," the man introduced himself extending his hand toward Nikki who took it in hers. His voice was deep and gruff, but he seemed very nice.

"Hello sir, my name is Nikki Mondragon, and this is my friend Akasha Wolf," Nikki beckoned toward me. I could tell that she wanted to keep the word 'girlfriend' out of the conversation.

"Hello," I managed to say.

"Where are my manners? My name is Jacqueline."

"What can we do for you two?" Hawk asked motioning us to have a seat.

"We were wondering if…possibly…you could take this child and raise her as if she were your own," Nikki explained. I knew it killed her as much as it was killing me to give up Evelyn.

"How old are you two?" Jacqueline asked.

"Fifteen."

"Why are you two not in school?"

"We wanted to give birth outside school so we could find Evelyn a new home," Nikki replied.

"Hawk, this is perfect, we can finally have a family."

I looked at her quizzically. Hawk noticed my look and smiled gently at me. "My wife and I have tried for some time to conceive, but to no avail. We believe she would never be able to have a child of her own."

Now more than ever I truly felt heart broken. I wanted to get Evelyn back into my arms when we possible could. Now hearing that Jacqueline could never become pregnant made my choice so much harder.

"We would love to take her in."

"Thank you so much."

~End flashback/dream~

I broke away from the connection almost abruptly, tears streaming down my cheeks at the thought. We had made a promise with the Xion's, if they could take as many pictures of Evelyn and send them to us. And write us to tell us how she's doing along with them. I made a promise that I would get her back, only if Jacqueline could get pregnant. I couldn't take back my child from a loving family like that.

I wiped away the tears from my cheeks. To lose my daughter like this was so hard, how could any mother simply give up her baby? Fifteen or not, the child is connected to you.

A sleepy murmur could be heard from Nikki. She was definitely starting to wake up. Akasha looked down at Nikki, a warm smile on her lips as Nikki's eyes flickered open revealing stunning sapphire eyes.

"Good morning sleepy head," Akasha whispered.

"Morning," Nikki mumbled sleepily curling up closer to Akasha. Her legs were already curled underneath her allowing her to easily curl up into a ball if need be. Akasha brought her closer holding her tightly.

"The memory again?" Nikki guessed looking up at her girlfriend.

"Yeah, up until we had to say goodbye to Evelyn."

"We'll get her back, I promise you. You know that right now we have our own agenda we have to deal with first."

"Right." Akasha knew all to well their agenda at hand. Where they need to go or how they needed to achieve it was beyond them.

The two went quiet for some time listening to the sound of the engine roar. Nikki had so much on her mind; she didn't really know what too exactly to think any more. Their lives had been put into jeopardy time and time again.

Akasha tried to grasp desperately to notes she had spinning in her head. There were so many things that she needed to remember. All of the advance books all opened to her now. This was why she needed to get away from St. Vladimir's and head to the closest thing that had alchemy.

"Do you think we can get what we came for?" inquired Nikki quietly resting her head on Akasha's lap.

"I hope so, we've worked so hard for this to fair."

Time ticked by when the train started to slow down to a stop. The shy was still pitch black and covered in millions of stars. Glowing down on them was a bright silver moon. It would soon bathe the girls in the brilliant shine.

"We've finally made it," Nikki half-heartedly exclaimed.

"Only question remains, where exactly are we?" Akasha asked.

"I remember Tasha saying something about heading to Amestris; there we'll find what we seek."

"This could definitely be a long stay," sighed Akasha.

A/N: All right, so this chapter ends kind of abruptly in my opinion. But it does continue into the next. I hope everyone enjoyed that and I apologize once again for bouncing between first and third person. If there is anything, anything I have forgotten and want to know more about, please don't hesitate to ask. As for the quotes, they have been taken from the book and I am in no way in possession of those. For those wondering, here are some terms to help you along in the story. Chapter two hopefully will be up in a day or two.