Title: Dancing with Hellfire

Summary: I didn't mean to meet her. It just kinda…happened. She makes me feel weird, in that spacey, heavenly way. Helping me whenever I need, giving me what I wish, making me happy. And it's kinda strange, too. She does all of this with pointed ears and no voice.

Author's Note: My friend is helping me write this story because I am not a very good writer. But this is my second fanfic but it is under a different name. My friend is Crooked and we were crazy and wooooooooo when we wrote some of this so please be nice and review.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything…yet…dun, dun, DUN!

Prologue:

"I will do anything for him…" she murmured, tears striking down her flushed, dirty cheeks. Red, golden locks echoed in the moonlight, stars gazing down upon her dark, sea green eyes, nearly making them look black.

"Anything, my dear girl…? Such as…steal away the golden trait of your power?" another asked, the voice as husky and dark as whiskey with a wicked smile carved into his masculine features. Blonde, duck feathered hair came buzzed-cut as it went down and formed a prickly beard where a broad jaw rest.

She drew back, a fair sign of what she knew was coming. "No…"

"Well, if you'd prefer to have your brother…dismissed, then I suggest you hand it over willingly," he snickered, opening a palm to her.

"But…I…" she began, her hand instinctively reaching to her throat, "Is there no other way…?"

"Heh, unless you'd like to replace him," he replied while his sneer widening. He moved forward, pushing her back into the corner where she was trapped. He raised his arm and clutched her slender neck, gripping it to a point where she was barely accessible for air. "It's your choice."

"I…I…" she squeaked, her voice becoming scratchy. "I'll…do it…"

He smirk at last revealed pointed teeth, the pearly fangs reflecting in the moonbeams of the night. "That's a good girl, now don't struggle…"

The second hand was brought down while the first pinched her shoulder and shoved her forward onto her knees. The right palm held a poisoning purple gem when it suddenly glowed and opened to disclose a sickening miasma, which, as if alive, crawled over his hand. She glanced up at his hand, and she suddenly realized that her throat began to radiate a rosy light. Slowly, but surely, it climbed up her neck and was at last at the back of her mouth when it shot out and she was thrown back, clutching what had just been stolen. The flushed glow hung in the air until the mist of the gem reached out and grabbed it, pulling it into a dark vase.

The opal jewel now became the voice she would yearn for.

Meanwhile…

Edward Elric snored deafeningly.

Droll marked it place on the book, where his head lay so silently, yet unknowingly. Several other prints lay on the desk where he had fallen asleep the night before, where it made a small mountain and a much less than perfect pillow. As of since he had ever gotten to the other side, he had been probing for any possible loop hole of getting back to his brother. Yet, none prevailed. Of course, that didn't mean one couldn't ever come. And he searched for this.

And though suddenly young black haired, thin librarian passed the small cove hastily, yet yanked to a halt to have a double take of what she just saw. She backed up, blue orbs wide with her slender lips open. She then shut that mouth and rolled her eyes and pressed on, not bothering the guest to awaken as she had far more important things to do. Yet, of course, she had not the need as Ed did this all on his own. Well, as a matter of preference anyways.

The young man suddenly flew up, both hands flying up to meet his throat. He panted heavily, sweat lining his forehead as golden orbs glanced every which way in fright. Yet, as reality suddenly sunk in, he realized that it was not but a dream. He then, in embarrassment, tugged his hands away from his neck and rubbed his legs. Ed then looked at his lovely handiwork, paused, then raised a hand to slam the book closed. He sat there for several moments in his own silence, reminiscing on the dream that just occurred.

That was awkward, he remarked to himself. I don't even know what just happened…

With those thoughts pushed away, he stood and placed the book in a neat pile before he took them into his arms and began to make his way to the check out counter. He walked by the several cloves of bookshelves, seeing that as he already scanned them up and down three times before moving to the next. There was no more to find. At least, none that could help him in what he was searching for. Yet, then again, after a red glimmer flashed before his eyes and he saw that mysterious red head girl again, he put his walking into a stop. Shaking his head, he made to move forward again until his hand suddenly slipped and all his eight books tumbled to the floor with a loud 'clud'.

Confused and bewildered, he found himself glancing into the bay where one book's bind stared right back at him. He pressed his lips together in pursuit of taking the book and thus he then discovered that he was making his way toward it. Of course, it wasn't the old, tattered leather, it wasn't the unfamiliar characters that burned themselves in it, though it was the purple, diamond-shaped gem that caught his eye. Lifting his hand, his fingertips barely brushed the surface before another flash of crimson cross his eyesight. In revolt, he yanked back his hand, yet he reached for it again and without another hesitation, he grabbed the book.


From that, he hung it by his side, once again returned to the mess he made, fixed it (adding the new found book at the top) and finally meandered his way over to the counter. Though he couldn't help notice how just before he went to get the gem had flickered slightly as he once again took it.

Ok first chapter done! Thank you for reading hoped you liked it and please with a cherry on top and icecream in the middle review. PLEASE : ' (