Summary: Ever wondered who is the original Edward of Germany is? What if this Edward was a vampire. How will Edward cope with his new, inhumane body? Will he give up to his bloodlust and kill?

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist nor do I own Vampire Knights.

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Down the alley way in Germany a small, golden-haired boy sat down in agony and bloodlust.

"Son..." the elder man said in pity. He had the same golden hair as the boy. He had golden eyes hidden behind his eyeglass. His haired was ponytailed shoulder-length and had a full Donegal-style beard. "You can drink my blood if it satisfy you..." he said, letting his neck exposed.

"No. I am not going to drink blood from any human. I do not intend to kill nor harm them in any way," the boy said in disgust.

"What do we have here?" a voice was heard from the sky and a dead body fell from the three-story building enclosing the body. "Oh!" a crazed man appeared falling from the building, yet again, but this ones alive. "A delicious smelling food and.. A fellow vampire?"

"Che." the boy stood up limply and stood into fighting stance, "I am not one of your fellow, you lowly creature." he said in disgust.

"Oh? The little pipsqueek want to fight? Though you are in no condition to do so. Without any blood that is." the vampire said playfully.

"Who the hell are you calling a pipsqueek that can't be seen among the mycoplastma cells behind the microscope!" the boy said in rage stamping like a wild gorilla in the forrest. The vampire got bored and attacked the elderly man.

"Old man!" the boy said in panic. He charged at the vampire and tried to punch him like when he was still in Amestris. He missed as he was weakened by his bloodlust. He transmuted the ground with a clap of his hands and touching the ground he summoned a spear. The tried to attack and yet had no effect as the man dodged it, licking his lips from the blood of the elderly man.

A red whip like weapon attacked the crazed man in the arms. "Ah. Ah, looks like we're late, Senri." a bored,childish blond said.

"We just need to kill the Level E, right?" Senri replied. He said as he whipped the vampire in half and it disintegrated into ashes.

"Edward..." the bitten, dying man muttered.

"Oi! Old man! Don't leave me alone damnit! You're the only family I have left!" he said as he remembered the day he transmuted his brother's soul into the cold, steel armor.

"There's the stone in my pocket." he struggled to speak. "Use it to get back to Amestris."

"Theophrastus Bombastus Van Hohenheim Elric! Don't you let this be your final say! Damnit!" he tried to keep him alive, all the ways possible.

"It's no use. The more you do that, the sooner he'll die." the lolita girl said.

"No way I'm giving up damnit! He... He is my only family left in this world" Edward said directly to them, sobbing. And turned back. "Dad! Don't you face mom, leaving your responsibility unfinished!"

Hoenheim tried to laugh a bit and smiled peacefully," You called me dad at last... Goodbye, Edward. I finally be in piece with Trisha..." With that his hands fell lifeless.

"Dad!" Edward cried. He carried his body to the cemetery and digged his supposed grave and putted his body down. He took the package at he pockets from the father and closed the grave. He renewed the gravestone saying:

Theophrastus Bombastus Van Hohenheim Elric

Fifteenth Century- 1946

May the immortal alchemist of Xerxes and Amestris may now rest in peace

In their native language, Amestrian.