Disclaimer: I am sorry to inform you that none of the Fullmetal Alchemist characters belong too me. Sigh....I only get to play with them every now and then. So if you are thinking about suing, I will gladly give you the dollar in my pocket to make you go away. Also I don't own Dante's Divine Comedy.

Chapter 1: Entering the Gate

Through me the way into the suffering city,

Through me the way to the eternal pain,

Through me the way that runs among the lost.

Justice urged on my high artificer;

My maker was divine authority,

The highest wisdom, and the primal love.

Before me nothing but eternal things were made,

And I endure eternally.

Abandon every hope, ye who enter here.

~ Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri

It was a night of almost complete darkness. A man, clad only in black, leaned against a grimy alley wall. His form intermingling with the shadows created by the soft light. It was a full moon, and he was listening. The streets of Central, his home now for over four years, were well known. The natural sounds of the night comforted him like a well worn blanket. In the quiet, it was the unnatural sounds that he was listening for.

His night of waiting was about to pay off. Out to the left, materializing in the opening of the passage, was a presence that defiantly wasn't supposed to be there. Especially not in his section. This was werewolf territory, no place for a lone vampire. The man shifted slightly, fully facing the new comer.

"What are you doing here?"

The newcomer chuckled, his deep voice rumbling in his chest, "You dare question me, mortal? That is not the way that you speak to your superiors, Ed."

Ed walked to the mouth of the alley. Speaking slowly and deliberately, he repeated himself. "What are you doing here? And I'd advise you not to make me repeat myself a third time."

The vampire took a step forward, looking down at Ed, "And what are you going to do about it little man?"

Ed flashed his teeth in a parody of a smile, seized the vampire's wrist, expertly ducked under the raised arm and pushed him up against the building, smiling in satisfaction as the vampire cried out. Crowding the captured vampire closer to the wall he breathed into the vamp's ear, "My, my, we do want to die tonight. State your business vampire, and if it is a good story, I'll only book you for a sector violation, rather than just killing you for pissing me off."

He tightened his hold on the vampire's arm and smashed his face into the wall again before releasing him. As he stepped back, the moon illuminated the golden hue of his hair, mimicking the flash of anger in his eyes.

With a sharp smile, he spoke again, "Oh and don't call me 'little.'"

The vampire quickly turned to face him, gently cradling his injured arm. As he stepped away from the wall hurriedly, his eyes darted back and forth. Ed had to suppress a smile. Having a metal arm had it's advantages when dealing with supernaturals like this.

"Hey kid…" Edward's eyes narrowed warningly. "…I mean…er…I'm just the messenger."

"Don't worry, I won't shoot the messenger," Ed said grimly. Humoring the vamp, He pulled out his gun, he placed it on the ground. "See? I'm putting my weapon down."

Taking a step back, he leaned against a nearby building, right across from the vamp. His movement masking the migration of his hand sliding down his side, fingers caressing a sharp metal object attached to his leg. Mistakenly, the vamp seemed to take confidence from this. He would not have long to realize his mistake.

"Well?" He asked impatiently, "I'm waiting. What is this message."

"Like I said, Dante wanted me to send you a message."

"And what could the Homunculus possibly want with me?"

"Dante told me to, 'Tell the little metal guy,' his words not mine, you understand, 'that his flame has just been snuffed out."

Golden eyes widened in shock as the vampire began shaking in silent laughter, which soon erupted into a full-blown laugh. Barely able to choke out, "Bye, bye little flame."

He wasn't laughing for long. The last thing that he saw was a pair of furious eyes, and the last thing he felt was a cool metal stake sliding effortlessly into his heart.

"Let's just be clear. I'm not killing you because of your message. I'm killing you because you pissed me off. Congratulation."

Ed didn't stay long enough to watch the vamp crumble back into the dust from which he was formed. Turning, he headed deeper into the city with only one thought on his mind.

Roy…

A/N: So yeah. This is the first story I have ever published on so please be kind to me. That being said, I welcome flames of all natures!