KittyKat2009: I...actually can't believe I did this. I still haven't updated my other story. I feel so bad, but this has been in my head for the longest time. I wanted to make a Fullmetal Alchemist story that had vampires in it, but I was afraid to because of the dynamics of it all. But, I looked and found other FMA vampire stories and I was so happy so I decided to finally do this. This was originally going to be different, but I decided to do some changes.
Summary: Post-Movie The Elric brothers are finally united, but at the cost of staying in our world. Whereas in their world the boys had to fight for their lives in almost every town, their life in this world is almost peaceful. The Nazis haven't been bothering them and the Thule Society is probably gone. So, the only thing the boys should have to worry about is finding the uranium bombs made by Huskisson, which should have been easy enough...At least, that's what they hoped.
One day the boys are approached by someone from a cult called Lilith Invictus. In it contain beings with abilities that are beyond the human condition. They gather humans into their "religion," promising them eternal youth and life. The leader has her eyes set only for Edward Elric, the one who has knowledge of the Gate and takes him, while sending Al away to be killed. Luckily, someone saves Al, but now Ed is captured and probably won't be set free until he complies to his captors' plans. What is their plan? Will Al rescue Ed in time?
Pairing: Onesided EdxOC (it's just lust), mostly, but I think I'll add hints of an AlxOC for the hell of it.
Warning: This is rated M for language (mostly on Ed's part), gore and sexual implications (doesn't mean there'll be lemons!). Also there will be slight religous themes, and a little of it is inspired by The Davinci Code (very well written and amusing, but truely a load of bull). If any of you have read the book or have seen the movie then you might know what I'm talking about later on.
Note: This is opposite from my first Fullmetal Alchemist oneshot.
Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist or its characters. Just this plot and my own characters. (That includes the new villains. Hey, this is my first time making a villain of my own...)
Premonition: n. 1. a presentiment of the future; a foreboding: 2. a forewarning (1)
Preface
I have always considered myself a good fighter. Probably not the best, even though I do beat Brother during our sparring matches, but I'm still a good fighter. Despite that however, I never resorted to violence first hand, unless it was necessary. That's how I was like in our old world, and I plan on sticking to that morality in this world.
Unfortnately, this is one of those times.
Back in our world, Ed and I went through all sorts of dangerous things while we were looking for a way to regain our bodies. We faced Homunculi, con artist Priests and a Homunculus version of our dead mother, for whom we broke one of alchemy's most forbidden laws in order to try to bring her back to life. But, alchemy's first law is Equivalent Exchange: you can't have something without giving something in return. You can guess what we "gave," because that's too long a story and you've probably heard it before.
In this world, the only threats I've seen so far in this world--well the part me and Ed are in--are the Nazis and the former Thule Society. And even those can't compare with what we went through. After that incident in Munich, the Nazis have been quiet so, they haven't really been bothering Ed and me. As for the Thule Society, I think that's pretty much over and done with after that crazy lady, Eckheart came back from the Gate as a monster and was killed. Not only that, but Brother and I have a uranium bomb to find and that hasn't been very easy, but Brother told me a few days ago that he might have found a lead. Other than all of that, I think our life in this new world has been, at least semi-easy.
Until now, that is.
I feel something thrust into my hand, something cold and hard. I looked down at it and was about to drop it in my horror but someone was already pulling me to the corner of the room, in order to escape what looked like speeding bullets passing us.
"Come on, move it!" the girl pulling me shouted as she shot our assailants with her own revolver. How she could use it, I had no clue. I just met the girl.
You are probably wondering, what is peace loving Alphonse Elric doing holding a gun, running from crazy homicidal people, and, overall, with a person he just met? Here's another question you should be asking yourself: Where's Edward in all this?
Those are the questions I keep asking myself, especially the last one. And I really wish I had the answers, but I don't. From the way she keeps protecting me, I can assume this girl has the answers, but at the moment I can't tell.
All I can tell you is how this all got started.
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Chapter 1: Beginning
I guess I can truly say this all started when that person rang our doorbell and Ed answered. I say this because--well, you'll see...
Edward Elric and his younger brother Alphonse were sitting at the table in their house (well, not really theirs; Gracia and Hughes let them staye there), eating breakfast. Ed was sitting with a newspaper in his prosthetic arm, covered in a cloth glove, and leaning his human arm on the table. His eyes were narrow as they darted across the paper, scanning for any words that featured his particular interest. Unfortunately, there was nothing. Nothing that mentioned Huskisson, or his uranium bomb. He cursed silently and threw down the paper on the table. Al looked up from his scrambled eggs to see his older brother stabbing his food with such ferocity that he could imagine his brother thinking of Roy Mustang's face as he was doing it. The thought of their old friend nearly brought a smile, but Al's concern for Ed overcame the nostalgia.
"Brother, is everything all right?" he asked softly.
Ed scoffed. "What do you think? I swear, Al, it's almost like the guy doesn't exist anymore or something." He paused, leaning his cheek on his fleshed palm. "Which is really weird, if you ask me. I mean, that Fritz Lang guy showed me the picture with Huskisson with a bunch of other scientists, and told me where the picture was taken, but when we got there...Nobody. Not a damn soul."
Al lowered his head, remembering how disappointed his brother was when they had first looked for Huskisson. They had first gone to where the picture of Huskisson and his bomb had been taken and had asked questions. The people obviously knew who they were talking about but they kept their mouths shut. Al recalled the look that was in the people he asked. It a look of fear, but of what neither of the Elric brothers knew.
That was about a few months ago, and they still haven't found anything.
Al looked up and put on a smile to make his brother cheer up, somewhat. "Don't worry so much Brother," he said. "So, we haven't found the bombs yet. We'll find them eventually"--Al paused suddenly looking thoughtful--"It's just like when we were searching for the Philosopher's Stone--and that search took about four years."
For a second Ed looked sad, as he remembered those days. The wild goose chases, the researches, the brief triumphs and most of all, the disappointments. Those days were ones Ed often gave Ed mixed feelings. They made him sad, yet also nostalgic in a weird way. Especially now, since it was official that he'd never go back home. But he had his brother with him, and that was enough.
Wasn't it..?
Suddenly the doorbell rings, startling both Ed and Al. Ed got up and went to answer the door. When he opened the door an old woman, probably in her sixties, holding a pamphlet was smiling up at him with squinted blue eyes. Her skin was pale and covered with wrinkles. Her hair must have once been black because it was a dark gray, with random black hairs sticking out. She was wearing a cardigan sweater and a long skirt that covered her ankles. She was holding a basket on her arm Her shoes were small, probably because her feet were small Ed guessed. Her smile contained all the stereotypical sweetness a granny had to offer.
Too bad Ed didn't fall for it.
"Okay lady, what do you want?" he asked rudely.
The lady looked stunned for a few minutes, her blue eyes blinking a few times.
"Brother!" Al called reprimandingly, from inside. He got up from his chair and walked over to the door, bowing to the lady apologetically. "Sorry about him, miss, he's not a morning person."
Ed scowled at Al, who just scowled back.
"Oh it's fine, young man, really," she said feebly. She held up the pamphlet. "I just wanted to see if you would like to join our organization."
"Our?" Ed asks skeptically.
The woman smiles. "My other associates are helping out the unfortunate today, so it's just me." Again, she held out the pamphlet.
Ed eyed it warily, not trusting this woman or whatever she was a part of. Al, although he didn't really trust her completely either, took the pamphlet and looked at it, just to be polite. As he looked through it, Ed kept his eye on the lady.
"So, what is your--organization called?"
"Lilith Invictus," she answered mysteriously.
"I see," Ed drawled unimpressed.
Meanwile Al was looking through the pamphlet. The first thing you notice about the small booklet is what was on the cover: a five petal black rose and the name of the "orginization." Throughout the book, Al scimmed the pages and saw random words such as "goddess," or "Lilith." Those words were mentioned a lot. Then he got to the page that had the picture of a church on it with men, women and children in black hoods, and then he knew.
"Ed," Al said softly.
Ed looked at Al. He never used his name unless it was very serious. His brother nodded towards the book, and then Ed looked down at it. What he saw and read made his eyes narrow.
"So, you're a cult," Ed said bluntly.
The woman's glinted for a brief second, and then she smiled kindly. "We like to be called an organization or perhaps a way of life. But we're not a cult, oh no."
Ed shrugged, keeping his face neutral. "Whatever you call yourselves, me and my brother are not interested."
The woman looked offended, but still carried that smile. "I know that it looks strange, but we really--"
Al interrupted smiling kindly. "Ma'am, we're sure that everything you say is true, (Ed coughed, getting a subtle jab in the ribs from Al), but we really aren't into that sort of stuff."
The woman's mouth twitched, and then her smile got small. "May the Dark Mother watch over you." She bowed and then walked away onto the streets of Munich.
Ed waited until she was out of sight before snatching the pamphlet from Al and ripped it into millions of pieces. Al sweatdropped as the pieces of paper fell onto the porch.
"Was...that necessary?" he asked.
Ed just scowled and walked back inside the house. Al watched after him, concern in his eyes. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Gracia with her broom in hand, looking at him curiously. She really did look like the Gracia Hughes back in Central...
"Is everything all right?" she asked.
Al smiled. "Yeah, Mrs.-I mean Ms. Gracia, everything's fine."
When she was gone he followed Ed inside, closing the door on his way.
Meanwhile, in the corner of the building, the old woman watched with cold, blue eyes. And she wasn't alone.
"So, the alchemist and his brother refuse to join," a smooth female voice said.
The old woman turned to the woman, an apologetic look on her face. "I'm so sorry, my Mistress."
The woman stepped out of the shadows and revealed herself to look like a young twenty year old woman wearing a black hood and cape that covered her entire body, up to her ankles. On her feet were similar shoes that the old woman had. She removed her hood and let her curly blond hair cascade perfectly around her shoulders. Her skin was pale and flawless, as was her curvy figure. There was not an ounce of baby fat on her stomach, or any part of her body for that matter. Although she looked young, her green-silver eyes revealed knowledge beyond her years.
Ignoring the old woman's incessant apologizing, she eyed the house where the Elrics resided, calculating her next move. She really didn't need the younger brother; according to that gypsy, it was the elder Elric who had most of the power. But, she might need him in case the older brother refused to do what they wanted. Then she could dispose of him--after all, the so-called alchemist prodigy was the one with the knowledge of the Gate. And that was all the knowledge she needed to seek. All she'd have to do is gain Edward's trust and make him think that they will release him and his brother, when in reality, the Mistriss doesn't intend to let Ed out at all, and she certainly doesn't intend to keep his brother. After all, he would be no use to her or Lilith Invictus.
Neither would Edward, if his powers proved to be false, but Mistress didn't want to kill him, not after she saw what he looked like. His tan skin, strong jaw, golden hair, and matching eyes made him too beautiful to be killed, in her view. Not to mention the slight hint of muscle under his clothes, and the obvious fake leg and arm he had. He'd obviously seen much action. Sure, he was shorter than most of the men in their "organization," but that seemed to add to his charm. And then there was his blood...The one called Mistress licked her lips as she thought of when she caught the elder Elric's scent. Never before had she ever smelt blood like his. It was like it was beckoning her, to taste it, to suck the boy dry until that bronze skin of his turned as white as the snow in the winter and until his skin felt as cold. But she was no Feedling; she had much more control over her urges.
Besides, there would be time for all that when she had Edward under her control.
"Mistress?" the old lady's voice brought her from her thoughts.
She looked down at the old woman. The woman returned her look with eyes full of fear and hunger. She was awaiting if she was to be punished or rewarded. The Mistress smirked, relishing in the woman's fear, but still she was not unkind. The woman did try, albeit not enough, but she tried. She pulled her sleeve back and pulled out a knife from out of her cloak. The woman's eyes widened greedily as Mistress slit her wrist, causing a black-red liquid to drip out, and offered it to the woman.
"Oh, thank you, Mistress," the old woman said, tears of joy falling from her eyes. Then she clamped her mouth on the younger woman's wrist and proceeded to suck out the liquid. It was murky, like dirty water, but it tasted sweet, with only a hint of bitterness.
The Mistress watched it all with a bored expression. Feeling someone suck your blood from you isn't really as painful as many thought, especially if you no longer knew the feeling of pain like she did. She has been so used to giving blood to the members of their organization that there was no pain in doing so for each person.
Slowly, the old woman's features began to change. Her hair began to turn black and grow longer and silky. Her face lost all of their wrinkles and became smooth and youthful. The once old woman picked her head up and stood up straight so she could face her leader eye to eye. When she realized her mouth was dirty with her blood, she wiped it with a tissue she got from her sweater pocket.
"What are your next orders, Mistress?" she asked monotone. Her eyes were now empty and set, as if she was in a trance.
The Mistress looked back at the house where the Elrics were inside. "We'll come back for them tonight. I've got a plan to get Edward in our grasp. For now, though, let's go back and regroup with the others."
Both women turned to go onto the streets of Munich. Then they disappeared in the crowd, as if they had never been there at all.
That night, Ed and Al were sleeping soundly. Or at least Al was. For some reason, Ed kept tossing and turning, not feeling sleep take him over. He was a bit unnerved by this; he was usually a great sleeper. Eventually, he decided that taking a walk was a good idea. He sat up in his bed and put a beige glove over his prosthetic arm. Then he walked out of his room and then out of the house, taking great care of not waking up Al.
There was already some people out on the streets, but not as much as during the day. Edward wasn't really surprised; people seemed to enjoy night time the best. It was like that back in his world too...
He shook his head, trying to clear those thoughts. After getting Alphonse back, he pushed all thoughts of their old home out of his head. He tried to convince himself that this was their world now and they can't leave it, not now with war drawing so near. Still, Ed couldn't help but think of home. It was where he grew up in, not in this strange place that lacked alchemy, or at least the alchemy he knew. He vaguely wondered if Al thought this too...
Without realizing it, Ed's feet led him to a bar. It was a bar where most of Munich went to. He looked it over and was about to turn away when he heard a smooth voice behind him.
"You don't want to step inside?"
Edward turned his head toward the voice to come face to face with a woman he'd never seen before. She was about twenty years old, give or take, and stood a few inches taller than him. She had wavy blond hair that was clipped into a bun and looked messy, but the few hairs that escaped the clip framed her face so perfectly that she almost looked like a doll. Her skin was pale, so pale that Ed mistook her for a homunculus for a second, and there were faint black lines that could have been her veins. She was wearing a fancy, spaghetti strapped, maroon dress which fit over her hour glass figure quite nicely. He at first thought her eyes were silver, but then looked closer and saw that they were a light green that just looked silver because of the lit lamp on the bar's window. Had Edward been an average kind of teenage boy, he would have been drooling and thinking lustful thoughts about the living doll before him.
Luckily Edward isn't like that; he thinks with his brain not with his balls.
The woman before him seemed to think otherwise, because she started walking toward him, swinging her hips sensuosly, which was definitely intentional. To Ed, she stalked toward him like a cat cornering its prey. Luckily, he wasn't in a corner. Ed turned his back on her and started back for the house, but was stopped when an ice cold hand gripped his real shoulder. He shivered against his will. The hand felt like a dead person's hand and he'd know from personal experience. He's felt a dead body before.
"What's wrong handsome?" the woman breathed a chilly wind on his neck, making gooseflesh pop on his skin. "Scared?"
Ed found his voice immediately. "Who the hell are you and what do you want?" he asked, trying to sound indignant.
"I hear you are trying to find a man named Huskisson," the woman replied. "And those bombs he created."
That spurred Edward to move out of the woman's grip and glare at her. Neither he nor Al had told anyone of their search or why they were doing it. How could this woman, a mere stranger, know?
"So, what if I am? What's it to you?" he retorted.
The woman smirked like a cat. "Why a lot of things, Edward Elric."
Ed's eyes widened. "How did you--?"
"I have been watching you for some time now," she said crossing her arms over her chest. "You and your brother."
Ed's eyes narrowed at the mention of Al. Usually when a suspicious person mentions a family member, they don't say it for the sake of a good conversation. At least, that's what he's learned from experience.
The woman chuckled. "It's all right, Edward. I mean you two no harm. I just want to end your problems before they begin."
Ed raised an eyebrow. "That so? Mind if I ask how?"
The woman smiled. "Of course not." Then she beamed, her eyes turning jovial as she looked like she came up with a great idea. "Tell you what: Tomorrow night I'll meet up with you two and tell you what I know. In return, you have to do something for me."
"A catch," Ed said sardonically. "I'm so surprised." He sighed and regarded her lazily. "What do I have to do?"
She smirked. "All in good time, my boy." She held out her hand for him to shake. "Do we have a deal?"
That certainly convince Ed to trust her. She almost resembled Lust, in both mind and body, but he could definitely see differences. Besides, he saw Lust's double when jumping on that Roma caravan with Al.
"How do I know I can trust you?" Ed said finally.
She laughed, a sound that sounded like bells. But not the good kind, Ed thought. Wasn't there a phrase: "The death bells toll for thee."
"Think about it Edward," she crooned. "If you pass this information up, you and your brother will be running all over Europe for a man that may have sold his bombs by the time you find him. If you ever find him at all..." Again her hand jutted out in front of him, waiting to seal the deal.
Ed recalled the times when he and his brother were searching for the Philosopher's Stone. Should he really put himself and his brother through that again, especially since there was a strong lead right in front of him? He didn't trust this woman, but he wasn't too keen in tiring Al out with fruitless searching. Or himself for that matter. That's why he shook her hand.
"Okay lady, you've got yourself a deal," he said.
"Please, Edward, call me Dinah," the woman said, a victorious smirk on her face.
Meanwhile, someone hid in the shadows close to where Ed and "Dinah" were standing. They had seen what had happened and weren't exactly happy with Edward's choice. The person stared intensely at the woman and then at the one who had practically sold his--and possibly his brother's--soul to her.
KittyKat2009: I just noticed something that I forgot to mention above. No body really reviews my stories, except for my Naruto one. Hmm, am I a bad writer, or do I come off as arrogant? If I do, I'm sorry; I try not to. Anyway, nobody has to review this, but it would be nice. If anyone does read this and dislikes it, please say so in a mature way.
Note: Yes, I know that vampires don't exist in Ed and Al's universe, but technically they aren't in their world are they? They are in ours. Plus, in the time period they are in, people still thought of vampires back then, and many cults did start during this time. Except the cult of my own creation here; this never existed, as far as I know.
As for the thing with the uranium bombs, do you guys remember when the Fuher look alike, (I think that his name is Fritz Lang; if I'm wrong tell me), showed Ed the picture of Huskisson and those scientist with that bomb? I thought that since he had a photo, then he must know where it was taken, so I'm sure that wherever the photo was taken that's where Ed and Al would go to start searching. In case you didn't notice, there's a slight foreshadow concerning those bombs, which will end with me messing with history a bit. So, if there are history lovers out there, I'm sorry.
1. I'll leave random definitions where it's significant. I think that will make things interesting.