Disclaimer: As I was not born at the time of FMA, it's a safe bet to say I don't own it.

A/N: So happy FMA day! I would have posted this sooner, but I have school and it took me some time to finish and polish this. Werewolf and Vampire AU. Rated T for blood and character death.

The Fullmoon Meeting

Chapter 1: The Meeting

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"Don't forget

Oct. 3. 10"

The night of the Hunter's Moon,

A fateful meeting of near-heavenly coincidence

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Edward didn't know how all of this happened so fast. Al and he had been here for at least half an hour, in this hidden hole of their home. Wood covered them from all sides, and there was barely enough space to sit properly.

He could still remember his mother's wide eyes, how she pushed both of them here and told them not to come out. That was at about nine o'clock. From then, the two brothers had sat there silently, cringing as they heard sounds of fighting. Screams and yells and undecipherable words.

Now it was completely silent, and it was scaring Edward.

"Brother," Alphonse started in a low voice. "Can we go out and see? I feel scared." Alphonse voiced Ed's thoughts, but Ed knew he couldn't let his little brother go.

Edward brought his brother closer to him. "You heard what Mom said, Al."

"Brother, please." Al's eyes were pleading and desperate. "Mom could be hurt." Edward clearly heard the fear and worry in his younger brother's lowered voice.

"Mom told me to take care of you. She said she'll come when it's over."

Al paused, looking conflicted. He shook his head, biting his lower lip. "I can't stay here any longer, Ed." He pushed the trapdoor above them, standing up and climbing out.

"Al!" Edward tried to pull his brother down, but Al was far too fast for him.

He couldn't let his brother go alone. The golden-haired boy stood up, but his brother was nowhere to be seen.

His blood chilled as he heard a male voice.

"So you were out here alive. Half-werewolf scum."

"What did you do to Mom?"

"She married a human who betrayed her. That foolish lady told our secrets out to him. God knows where he is now, with the knowledge he isn't supposed to have. She deserved to die, the traitor." He heard that disgust in the voice at the word 'human'.

Edward ran to the dining room, his mind going through so many possibilities. If his brother was hurt... Ed didn't want to think about it.

"Mom!" The horror in his brother's voice fueled Edward.

And as he ran into the room from where he heard the voices, he barely stopped himself from gasping.

His mom was on the ground, blood around her and eyes glassy.

And a man was holding his brother up.

"Al," he mouthed to his brother. But he was too late. Alphonse was thrown to the other side of the room, hitting the wall and slumping down.

The man turned into a brown wolf and leaped, cutting Al's throat with his claws when he reached him.

Ed's world stopped. He could only feel the fury inside him spill, and he felt a change occur through his body. He growled, rushing at the man and pushing him, right opposite to Al.

The wolf's head hit the wall, and he fell to the ground.

In any other case, Edward wouldn't have won. But his anger and the fact that the man hadn't noticed him – both had worked in his favor.

This was the first time he had become a wolf, and he couldn't control himself as he slashed at the unconscious wolf with his claws over and over. He only stopped when he registered the amount of blood on his claws, and the fact that he was basically mutilating a person.

This wasn't justice or revenge; he was committing plain murder.

He slowly moved backwards, staring at the scene and trying to stop himself from heaving. So much blood was spilt, and Edward suddenly felt claustrophobic.

The door was slightly open, enough for him to escape, and he did just that. He didn't stop or look back; he simply ran, away from his home, away from Resembool.

He kept running, only stopping when he was exhausted. He felt as if he had been running for hours.

He collapsed near a big tree, turning back into a human. The full moon shone bright.

Being a werewolf by birth, Edward had the power to transform whenever he wanted. His mother had told him all about werewolves (well, they had lived in a village of werewolves), but she had never let him go for hunting or transforming. She had told him she would let Al and him accompany the others once they became eighteen.

Now that would never happen.

Roy Mustang had noticed the blond wolf as he hunted around Central. It was the Hunter's Moon that day, the full moon that came after the Harvest Moon. It was a special event for all the supernatural species.

He had moved into the shadow of a group of trees. All his senses told him it was a werewolf, though far too young to be straying from his pack. If one was there however, the others would follow, and Roy had no wish to encounter werewolves when he was trying to hunt peacefully.

He felt a stab of pity as he saw the wolf turn into a young, golden-haired boy. Roy could smell the blood in the gentle breeze. Nobody should have to kill at such a young age.

When no other werewolf came after at least twenty minutes, he cautiously approached the boy, reining in his vampire bloodlust with an iron control that came from having gone through a war.

Edward lifted his head when he heard the sound of soft footsteps. As soon as he saw the shadowy figure, he felt apprehension. His werewolf senses gave him a clear warning.

A vampire.

"What are you doing here so late at night without your pack?" The man asked, his voice smooth and mellifluous.

As the vampire came closer, Edward managed to make out his appearance in the moonlight.

Neatly-combed black hair framed a pale face. The vampire's onyx-black eyes stared directly into Edward's gold, and the boy tried not to gasp at the piercing look. The two remained like that for a few moments.

"Why aren't you attacking me?" Ed murmured. "We're natural enemies."

The man looked like he was barely stopping himself from flinching. He spoke in a commanding tone, "You look barely nine years old. I do not harm children, regardless of whether they are enemies or not."

Ed bristled. "I'm eleven years old and not a child! And who're you calling so short that it would take 'em a hundred years to drink a water droplet?!"

The man smirked. "Anybody below thirteen years of age is a child, kiddo." His voice softened as he asked, "Where is your pack?"

Edward opened his mouth to answer, before everything that had happened in the last few hours hit him. He had known of course, but it wasn't this all-consuming thought it was now. That question had made it real. He tried to stop the tears in his eyes from falling.

Mom and Al were dead. His family was dead. And if his father hadn't left, none of this would have occurred. He suppressed a growl, burying his face in his arms and drawing his knees to his chest. He tried to muffle his sobs as he cried. There was nothing he could do now. He couldn't return to Resembool and didn't have any other place to go to.

Edward heard footsteps grow closer. 'Offing me when I'm weak,' he thought distantly. His death didn't matter. They had died and now nothing was left for him.

He knew Granny and Winry would help him if he went back but he was afraid. There could have been other people who thought the same way the man had. And if the Rockbells got attacked because of him, he would never forgive himself.

The footsteps stopped, and he felt a tap on his arm. He looked up, face-to-face with the vampire, who stared at him intently for some time.

"Did you run away?"

Edward didn't know how to answer. 'I... Al and Mom are dead, and I killed their murderer, what's there to run away from? But then I ran away from Resembool and Winry and Granny... They aren't my pack... But that doesn't matter...'

"Kind of..." He answered instead, looking down, unable to meet the man's eyes.

"Kind of?"

"It's tough to explain..." Edward couldn't fathom why he was even considering telling it to the vampire; he barely knew anything about him.

"Start from the beginning." There was a subtle order in those words. The man crouched down, and Ed could almost sense his curiosity.

And although Edward still didn't know why, the words spilled from his lips as he narrated the events that had occurred.

Roy listened attentively as the boy talked. He started with an incident that happened six years ago - his father's departure. Roy narrowed his eyes when the boy spoke of the attack on his family; werewolves were characterized by their loyalty, but not always was it good. To attack a whole family for what a single man did was reprehensible.

There were pauses, moments where the boy's breathe would hitch and he would grit his teeth, but he continued on relentless. Roy admired that determination.

By the time the boy finished, his voice was hoarse, but he looked better. The haunted look in his eyes had slightly vanished, and the tears had long since stopped.

"Remember it is not your fault" was the only thing Roy could say, seeing the look of guilt in those golden eyes. He couldn't claim to understand what the boy was going through. But it seemed that speaking aloud had helped him.

Roy mused on what to do. There was no way he could simply leave the child alone.

"You don't have anywhere to go, yes?" The boy nodded after a second.

"What would you think of coming to Central?"

"I don't think I've got your name yet."

Roy realized that he didn't know the name of the boy as well. "I, as well. Roy Mustang." He decided not to mention the fact he worked for the Supernatural section of the Amestrian Military. He knew not many people trusted those from the military, especially those with special powers, like his own pyrokinesis.

"Edward Elric. Why are you helping me?"

"You would die out here. Werewolves and vampires hunt far more at this time, and if one chances upon you, it will not be pretty. I cannot, in good conscience, have a death on my hands."

"You're keeping something back."

"Is it so hard to believe I wish to help a child out?"

"I told you not to call me 'child'. And yes."

Roy smiled. "Trust me. I am not in the habit of going around and killing children. Even if they are werewolves."

"Don't call me a child!"

"When you become an adult, I will stop calling you a child. Till then, you are one." Roy's smile widened at the pout on Edward's face. "We don't have time to waste, Edward. Central is close by. It seems you ran quite far away from your village."

Roy stood up, lending his gloved hand to the boy. Edward looked at it critically for a moment, before accepting it and standing up. Edward followed close behind him as he walked, shortening his strides so that the boy would not be left behind.

Roy never knew how much Edward was going to change his life.

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The day a boy's world came crashing down,

And another helped him put the pieces back together

A/N: About the Hunter's Moon I keep mentioning - Harvest Moon is the full moon closest to the autumnal equinox (Sept 22/23). The Hunter's Moon is the full moon that comes after the Harvest Moon, in the month of October. It is named so because hunters tracked and killed animals by the autumn moonlight.

Also, werewolves transforming whenever they want is apparently possible (I tweaked the details a bit). And state alchemist titles are replaced by the abilities of both vampires and werewolves - Roy is one of the rare vampires with an ability, and called Flame for his pyrokinesis. Werewolf abilities mainly focus on speed, appearance, claws and so on, rather than mental powers.

This has been in my mind for a long time. If I get the inspiration and time, I may write more. I have lots of ideas, but I'm lazy to sit down and actually write them. So, complete for now. Hope you enjoyed it!