This was not happening. This was not happening.

But somehow, the girl named Winry Rockbell who was currently running for her life through probably the creepiest forest in the whole of Amestris, knew it was.
Oh god. It was.

She hardly remembered what she'd been doing before she'd had to start running. No time to think about it now, anyway. All her brain was telling her - screaming at her - was to run. Run. Run. Run for your life, Winry. He's going to get you.

'He' was still chasing her; she could hear the snaps of twigs through the whistling of the wind in her ears, making her flinch every time. She'd stumbled about a hundred times already- why hadn't he caught her yet? But then she realised. He was playing with her.
All those stories about the girls going missing, vanishing and then turning up a few weeks later, their bodies mutilated and shattered and torn, they were true, and she was going to join- Winry forced herself to stop, telling herself that everything would be okay, it'd be fine, she was going to get away...

That was when she tripped. Who would have known that a piece of wood would have changed her life, huh?

She sprawled face-first, the pain of grazing her hands and knees soon following after the harsh alarm that set off her head as she landed with a thump.

"...Ow-" Her complaint was interrupted and turned into a scream as she felt a body land on her, her terrified noise cutting through the so-silent night.

"Be quiet. Stupid humans, making such a racket, no-one's going to hear you out here so shut. up." The voice made her burst into tears, her scream fading into loud sobs which were abruptly cut off as a hand harshly gripped her blonde hair, forcing her head back.

It was then she felt the fangs brush her exposed neck, and it was then that the fear flooded back into everywhere.
She was going to die, and she'd never cooked that apple pie, and she hadn't told Ed-
The sharp pain at her throat cut her train of thoughts off with another choked cry that stopped as she realised the pain was subsiding. Instead, it was a simple sore feeling, and everything was floating, dreamlike, so surreal, and then-

"Shit." She heard the - vampire? - mutter curses under his breath as torches flashed through the trees, voices calling.

"Winry? WINRY!"

So familiar and yet... So far away...

"E-Ed... Al... G-Granny..." She gurgled, holding a hand up to the flashes she could vaguely register. The weight was gone off her body and then her head was so light too, and she was floating again...

And the last thing she saw was a flash of gold and red, before everything went dark.

Winry groaned.

The first thing she registered when she woke up was that she could smell oil. Machines. Automail.
Home.

Bolting upright, she flinched badly as her neck complained, her whole body shaking as the room lurched violently.

"W-Winry! You're awake!" A familiar yet slightly strange voice floated to her ears; she forced herself to focus on the source and blinked. Twice.

"A-Al?" A questioning yet awed tone came from her as she stared at the young boy standing in the doorway, carrying a pile of clean white sheets in his arms. She recognised him at once; the Alphonse that had been before he was tied to a suit of armour, but yet older, golden-brownish hair hanging around his thin face which was now decorated with a sheepish smile.

"That's me!" Al nodded, laughing a bit- before making a protesting noise as he promptly got shoved through the door.

"B-Big brother! Wh-" "Winry! Is she alright?! She's awake?" Golden eyes searched the room in a hurry before meeting blue ones, relief washing over his face.

Winry smiled as she studied him. Muscular build and still every way perfection look-wise; those hard and determined eyes still set in his face, along with blonde hair tied back in it's usual way. They were back.

Her eyes consciously travelled down from his face to his right arm- ah. She felt somewhat disappointed but happy in a way to still see the automail she'd built there, shining in the dim light of the room. Guilt suddenly struck her and she tore her eyes away, biting her lip.

So... He hadn't got his limbs back...
And he was still bound to his metal limbs. Well, this meant more automail checkups anyway...

"Uh, Winry?" Ed eyed her questioningly and she jumped, flinching a bit in pain. Ow.

"Brother! You're stressing her out, go away..." Al sounded like the older one as he carefully strode over with the white sheets still in his hands, placing them on the end of the bed. With a snort, Ed sat next to them, shrugging.

"I'm not going anywhere until I make sure she's okay." His statement sounded almost like a question as his eyes lifted to meet hers again, searching her face for an answer.

... The mechanic nodded, plastering on a reassuring smile. "Stop worrying, both of you! I'm... I'm fine... really... I can't even remember-"

Then it hit her- the running through the forest, the falling, the screaming, the way that- that- that thing had bit her neck...

A cold hand on her arm made her jump suddenly again, golden eyes boring into hers, steady voice trying to get through to her. "Winry... Winry? Can you hear me?"

The blonde gulped before quickly putting on the same expression as before, jerking her head in some sort of nod. "I can hear you just fine! You're loud enough, you know..."

There was a pause and then the silence was split with light laughter. "Yeah, she's fine." She felt the weight lifted off her bed as he stood up, stretching his arms- both metal and flesh.

"Ed..." Winry mumbled, but then stopped for a few seconds. "... You got Al's body back... but not your limbs..."

She felt his gaze fall on her, but upon lifting her own she saw that he'd turned away with a shrug.

"Yeah? It doesn't matter, getting Al's body back was most important."

A soft sigh flew past her lips. He was putting on a brave face again, trying to act up the selfless soul that he truly was. But underneath it all, she knew he must have some disappointment.

"Ed... You..." Murmuring, she carefully slid her feet from underneath the blankets and onto the wooden floor, keeping her eyes focused on his back as she carefully made her way towards him. "You have to feel some disappointment, you don't have to hide..."

He jumped as she lay a hand gently on his shoulder, turning to her slightly to give a hasty smile.

"No, I... I'm really... I'm fine..."

Oh boy, he was frustrating when he was like this. She took a deep breath, preparing herself to give him some sensible words and-

WHAM.

It hit her hard, making her gasp in surprise. It was the most delicious smell she had ever... ever... and it was coming from him...

She hardly heard his alarmed words as she moved up closer towards him, half-closing her eyes and leaning in towards his neck, inhaling, inhaling... It was there, pulsing and moving under his skin, and oh god did she want it...

"Winry!" Two heavy hands suddenly appeared on her shoulders and she jumped away, his confused tone still ringing in her ears.

... What the hell was she doing?!

"Ed, I uh, I mean, a-are you wearing something today? Like, an aftershave or something? You smell really nice!" Winry stumbled over her words as she grabbed for an excuse, watching as a light flush splattered across the male's cheeks.

"Uh... No..." Golden eyes filled with confusion were still eyeing her as she unconsciously gulped in air, practically squirming. That smell... It was so... enticing... She wanted... no, needed it...

"Uh, I'm fine. Nothing... Just need more rest..." She tore her gaze away from his neck and fled over to her bed, yanking the blankets up and pulling them around her, as if they'd form some kind of barrier that would block the smell out. But it was still there, flooding her nostrils and seeping into her mind, making her want...

"Ed, I need to sleep. Now. Please." Winry hoped that she didn't sound as shaky as she felt, pushing her face into her pillow to try and make the smell go away. Relief washed over her as she heard muttered "Yeah, okay..." and the creak of floorboards were the only sound she heard as he went out the room, leaving her alone.

Alone. She needed to see what she looked like. Now.

She leapt out of her, stumbling over to the nearest mirror hanging on her wall and staring at her reflection as it came into view.

... Still the same old Winry- wait, was her skin that pale before? Did she always look like she'd seen a ghost? And since when had she looked so... good...

Winry shook her head. Now is not the time to be vain!

Instead, she pulled her lips back using her fingers to inspect her teeth, searching for what she hoped wouldn't be there.

...Nope. No fangs, no nothing.

...So why was she so attracted to Ed like that? That smell coming from him... and she wanted... she wanted to drink his-

No. No, she didn't. Even the thought of drinking someone else's blood was disgusting, let alone actually doing it!

She flung herself back onto her bed, curling the sheets around her and closing her eyes, trying to ignore her aching neck and the headache that was now coming as part of it.

She was just being stupid; there was no such thing as vampires, and she wasn't one...

...Was she?

Author's Note!: ...THIS IS NOT A TWILIGHT FANFIC. I'm not very keen on Twilight, bah.
But I adore vampires.
And EdWin bloodlust is just too tempting, dribble.

CHAPTER 2 SOON.