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(Winry's POV)

I have a secret, a secret no one will ever know. I have a secret, that I hid behind these blue sapphire eyes. A secret of an exotic life, a secret of adventure, a secret of something no one will have ever have experienced. A secret of blood-lust a secret of pain, but mostly a secret of love and bane. To put it in short, I have a secret of fangs.

My Love Bites

Part 1

The Beginning

(No POV)

He sat stilly as he realized exactly what was happening, As two long slippery teeth broke the skin of his neck and protruded further in, only taking a few drops of blood and then breaking away from him and disappearing. He became so weak, he could smell the blood from his neck so strongly he could almost taste. He suddenly sat up not realizing he'd been lying on the ground. Blood poured from his neck, thick and red and juicy. He passed out.

Pinoka was only three years old, but she could see the fear in her mother's face when she had said that she had seen a long toothed creature covered in blood outside the window. It had been said many years ago that there were creatures of the night who would feed on the blood of the locals. Then a strange man appeared, who they called Hoienhiem of Light, and banished them to a small crystal. He had fallen in love, and the love was so strong that he had to run away in fear that it would break his concentration on the seal. He had two children, Edward and Alphonse. And eventually he died. They said that after his death the seal could only hold for a few years before the creatures, who had became known as vampires would come back and seek revenge.

Pinoka's mother swept her up in her arms and opened the door to the cellar, her father close behind them. They stayed there all night, praying. Pinoka's father would not speak and her mother would not tell her why she was so fearful.

Edward Elric only nine year's old, awoke. He was curled up in a pool of blood. Two long teeth dug into his gums. He touched them. He felt around for a light switch. The lights came on as soon as he found it, and when he turned he saw him mother, and his brother lying lifelessly on the floor. They were both so pale. He ran to them tears streaming from his face. He shook their cold dead bodies. Trying to make them "wake up". It was no use. He felt a cold hand on his shoulder. A woman who's teeth had wounded his neck.

"What did you do to them?!?!" Edward screamed.

"I? I did nothing. You don't have the taste of blood in your mouth for nothing kid," Ed's eyes widened. "Look, don't worry, your mom will probably be undead. But your brother, sheish he's not coming back from that one. My god, it looks like you ate the flesh right off his face. Yeah, first timers usually can't remember too well, the thirst just drives them crazy, they lose all morality. But you're his son, so we don't know what you can do. You might be able to take a stake, turn crosses upside down by looking at them, posses people's bodies, walk in the pure daylight. Or even at the right age control your thirst. Yep there are many tales about the son of the sealer, but hey who cares, I'm gonna be famous." She said chuckling. Ed was enraged. It was all her fault he turned him into this monster! His body trembled and his pupils grew larger than the whites of his eyes. His hair turned blue moving even though there was no wind. He jumped at her his teeth tearing into her neck he drew in her blood, it barley weakened her. She threw him across the room. He leaped up and bit into her stomach tearing off the flesh, cutting so deep, stomach acid dripped to the floor. She fell back on to his mother and brother. He ripped off her shirt and dug through the flesh on her chest. He came to a rib bone, he broke it and there, he saw a beating heart, pulsing, pumping the blood through her veins. He tore it out. And bit into it. Tasting it, admiring it, treating it as if it was a desert to his "family dinner." There was still a little pocket of air held in a chamber of the heart he took it in at once. He burped loudly from the air, and felt triumphant. He fell back asleep in the blood pooling out from the vampire and his family.

When he awoke next. The blood had dried and was crusted in his hair. He had no teeth and no thirst for blood. He heard a hissing. He turned around, the vampire had turned to dust and his mother was trying to pull blood from dead Alphonse. Her eyes were heavy she was moving slowly. Ed couldn't let his mother become a blood sucking demon. She was too beautiful. To awe inspiring to be this horrible thing. It was a sickening sight it made Ed feel like he was going to vomit. And he did. He hurled up a metal tasting liquid which disgusted him and just made him vomit more. Large curds of heart bellowed out from his stomach. Flesh… His brothers flesh. He was crying and clutching his stomach. He saw his mother, his beautiful mother, never before looking so ugly scampering to his heart chunk fleshy blood puke and licking it up. He grabbed a broken chair leg, from when he had jumped on the lady vampire who'd bitten him, and drove it through his mother's back. Right behind her heart. All the way through her body till it hit the ground. She looked up at him and hissed. Her beauty reappeared. She was momentarily humane.

"I love you Edward," He cried her body turned to dust. She wasn't an old enough vampire, to be a vampire in death. Newborn's who are killed usually turn back before turning into dust.

Ed cried. His mother, Alphonse… Their blood was everywhere. It was all over him. In his mouth, on his clothes his body, all over the floor. He kept regurgitating, and every time, he thought, how what came back up and lingered in his throat, was pieces of the flesh from his brother's face. He cried and screamed. His screams where horrid and full of death. After a few days of lying there he realized he had to do something. There was a horrible smell and his brothers rotting Corpse.

He sat as stilly as he had when he was bitten, but not in shock this time. He was starring at his mother's grave. He'd buried part of her ashes, and scattered the rest in the fields. Alphonse's grave was right next to hers'. He had scrubbed and scrubbed the floors but could not get the stains off blood out or the smell of death. His brother's half of his room, still smelt of him. It was sickening. Because of his father, the sealer, Hoienhiem of light, he could maintain his humane form through out the day. He could walk in the daylight and everything. No thirst even. He had a hunger, but not for blood, for food. At night he chained him self up in his father's old study, so that when at night he became thirsty he could not hurt anyone. The other vampires figured he was some sort of vampire cannibal and kept away from him. He soon found his father's notes, and found away to seal himself away along with the other vampires for One Hundred years.

One Hundred Years later, the seal weakened, and all the vampires broke free. Edward, who was driven insane by the thirst, started devouring all the other vampires. He couldn't stand to eat an actual human, and it didn't help "quench" his thirst for blood. The blood of vampires was so much thicker, and the bodies turned to dust, so when daylight came, and he was human he wouldn't vomit at the sight of what he'd done. It was twenty years later that the vampire's had almost become extinct, and left that village. That was when Ed started researching for a way to cure himself. He'd tried dozens of serums. He felt like Dr. Jackal and Mr. Hyde or something. Anyways, he'd found many, that would keep him human for ten or so years. But, after it wore off, He'd go crazy and have to chain himself in the study again. The chains were connected to a timer, At five o' clock A.M they would release him. And by then he's already passed out. He's discovered many that so long as he took them how ever many times a day or a week or a month, he wouldn't turn. At least until his body became immune to it. So every few years he'd go crazy and become a complete blood sucking nut bag until the sun came up. The villagers were all afraid of him, and told stories about how he ate his entire family, and loved to kill people. He kept animal blood in the study, to keep himself busy until sunrise in the events in which he did changed.

It had been nine years since his last change, 51 years since all the vampires had broken from his seal, and about 31 years since a vampire had last been seen in the village of Resembol 35 years since anyone in the village had been killed by a vampire. Ed liked to keep track of these things it made him feel a little better about being what he was. The sun was going down and he hadn't any thing to keep the change from happening. He tried to hold himself back but he couldn't, he began slicing open bags of blood. Slurping it down, sloshing it all over the place, spilling it all over himself. It was so sweet, like a red metalish tasting candy. Once he'd stuffed as much as he could in his body and went walking outside. Even though he was drenched in blood. He saw a little girl, short, shorter than him with pink hair. The house was big and yellow, not far from him.

Pinoka grew listening to the stories about Edward, and the vial creature he was. She stayed far away from him. And like all the other children, she feared him. She had kids, and taught them to fear Edward as she did all her life. When she was 11. She was outside for recess, all the kids started making fun of him and throwing things at him. She almost felt bad for him, but didn't want people to think that she was a vampire too or something. So she threw a rock at him and it smacked him right in the forehead. He fell to the ground clutching his forehead, and a bit of blood came down his nose. He looked right at her, tears in his eyes, feeling like a beast, and ran home.

Soon Pinoka's child grew up and found a lover and they had a child, whom they named Winry. They became great doctors and died doing what they believed in. Winry was still only a little girl when her parents passed, so Pinoka became her caregiver. She taught her too, to fear Edward.

It was Ed's birthday, he was going to be 223 years old. To him there was nothing to celebrate. He was a damn vampire that ate people, his brother his mother, the closes people to him, and he took their lives, and had enjoyed it. He laid in his bed tired and cold. He felt his heart start to beat harder. Usually when this happened he would start to change. He ran to the study and Chained himself. He didn't have much time he only managed to get his left arm and right leg chained up before he started to turn.

"Winry!"

"Yes Granny?" Now twelve year old Winry said tiredly.

"After you finish in the surgery room, Go straight to bed."

"O.k." Winry had no problem with that. She'd just finished helping Pinoka finish an auto-mail leg and it was midnight. Her eyes were heavy and she wanted to go to sleep right where she was standing. But God Forbid she didn't clean up the mess she made with the oil, it was gong to take forever. It was all over the counter and the floor and on some of the tools. She'd knocked it over with her elbow and didn't notice it until she felt it soaking her clothes.

Edward's eyes were now black, his hair blue, and his teeth were even longer than usual. They had pushed them selves all the way through his bottom lip. Blood was dried on his chin from his teeth, and it was driving him crazy. He had sprouted wings and was beating them furiously getting nowhere. He was thrashing his body everywhere. He began beating the back of his head against the wall. He was like an animal in a bear trap. Staving. Cold. All alone. And what do animals do when their stuck in a trap? They naw off their limbs. Ed looked at his leg. He bit into it. He couldn't even feel it. He just kept biting and tearing and some how enjoying it. Soon he had eaten all the flesh around his mid thigh. He came to his bone which he broke, and did feel, and screamed. Then he realized he was going to need a leg to stand on so he began nawing off his arm. He fell to the ground. When he realized he was on the floor, he looked over, the cuffs were open and his leg was lying beside. His arm, hanging on by a small chunk of flesh. He couldn't save it. He ripped it the rest of the way off. He was practically swimming in a pool of blood. He fainted.

Ed opened his eyes. He was in unbearable pain. He sat up and vomited, Muscle tissue, flesh, blood. There was a horrible smell. He turned his head to see his rotting arm. He puked again. He needed help, or he was going to bleed to death. It wasn't quiet daylight, he still held his vampire form. His wings barely opened he needed to get somewhere fast.

There was a loud knock at the Rockbell home. Winry and Pinoka both awoke. Winry was down stairs first, but Pinoka answered the door. Ed was standing there his hair and eyes still black, his teeth still sticking out of the skin on his lower jaw, with dried blood smeared all over his mouth to compliment his blood soaked attire.

"Please," Ed said out of breath. Pinoka slammed the door on him.

"Winry go back to bed now," Pinoka ordered. Pinoka followed her to her room, and locked her door behind her. Then Pinoka went to her own room and tried to ignore that Ed was outside their house.

Winry went to open her door, it was locked from the other side. She sat on her bed and looked out her window. The stars weren't out anymore. In an hour or so the sun would come backup. Winry took in a deep breath. It had been along day. Then she saw something that proved to make it longer. She saw him lying there so weak and helpless on the ground, covered in blood. She climbed out on her windowsill. She really was scared too, but she was just to curious. She shimmied down the drain pipe. When she was one or two feet from the ground she jumped. And there was Ed. She got a stick and poked him in the head with it.

"Are you O.k.?"

"Arg," Ed grunted pushing the stick away from his face. Winry noticed he was missing as arm and a leg. And there was blood everywhere.

"Your Arm," Winry said, softly.

"Yeah I was hoping you know since this is an auto-mail shop and all,"

Winry cut Ed off, "Everyone says you're a monster," Winry said looking the least bit frightened. Ed choked on a lump in his throat, he swallowed. He wanted to disagree but suddenly he caught her sent. She smelled so sweet. Better than a vampire heart. It just hit him he wanted to so badly. He wanted to sink his teeth in to her young skin. Her blood was a it's peak in taste, she wasn't an adult but not entirely a child either. She was young, very, but just hitting puberty (obviously) and their were all sorts of chemical reactions gong on in her body making her blood perfect. Because it wasn't old but it wasn't undeveloped yet either. 'What is wrong with me?!?! She's A child! I can't Hurt her!' Ed thought. Winry tore off the bottom of her night gown, and tore that piece in half (so that it was at her knees you perverts) and wrapped it around Ed's shoulder and thigh. He sat up and looked at her. Every time she touched him he could feel her blood pulsing through her veins. He wanted it so badly. He grabbed her nightgown collar and pulled her to him. He opened his mouth and his teeth pulled out of his bottom lip. He wanted to taste her so badly. Ed pulled his teeth across her neck. He slowly went to bit, but turned his head and bit the air. "I am a monster," He whispered in her ear. He let go of her. She jumped back away from him. "If your gonna be mean and try to scare me then I'll let you bleed to death, if that's what you want." Winry said standing her ground. He looked at her. And admired her fearless attitude. "Now do you think you can climb up that drain pipe, or are we gonna have to sneak inside the front door?" Winry said forgetting her door was locked. Ed looked up at her window. He grabbed her around the waist and jumped up to the window sill.

"Wow," Winry said looking down out her window. His wings went into his back disappearing under his skin… like they didn't even exist.

"O.k. Stay here," Winry whispered. She went to turn her door knob.

"I forgot, Granny locked it." She pulled a box out from under her desk. "Guess it's a good thing I took the liberty in hiding this box instead of cleaning it up. And putting all this in another box," The bottom of the box had oil all over it, and there were auto-mail tools inside covered in oil. There were three semi good rolls of gauze, the other four were covered in oil, and some antibiotics, pain killers. Everything she needed really. She gave Ed two Pain Killers. "Hope you don't need water to swallow." Ed shook his head no and took them. Winry took her nightgown bandage off him. She grabbed the sterilizer and a tore off a clean part of her nightgown bandage for a rag. She looked at him. She gestured him with her hands. He sat there like an idiot. The sun was starting to rise. Pinoka would be up soon. She smacked him upside the head. "Take your shirt off!" She yelled in a whisper. (A/N: Yes Whisper yells are real!)

"Ow." He said rubbing his head. She gestured him again. And he took his shirt off. Now at this point in Winry's life she was just one big hormone. So she gawked at any guy with cute face. But Edward, he had a nice face and a really NICE body. She took a second to drool… then began to clean his wound and wrap his shoulder in gauze.

"And there you go," Winry whispered triumphantly. The sun was now half way up. She looked at Ed, his eyes were closed and he was glowing. His hair turned blonde, his teeth started to contract back into his mouth. He opened his eyes and looked at Winry who was starring at him. His eyes were big golden and beautiful. He looked like an angel.

"What?"

"You were just glowing…and your hair is blonde…and your eye's aren't black… and where'd your teeth go?"

"I glow when change? I didn't know that" Ed said to himself. Ignoring her questions. Suddenly he felt a tremendous pain, he didn't feel before. His left arm was gone. Completely. And his right leg. It didn't hit him until just now. He bit his lip until it bled. The pain was almost unbearable. He could take so much when he was in vampire form, but when he changed back into a human, he was just as ordinary as the person next to him. He grunted and fell onto the floor. Winry starred at him wide eyed. She pushed him over with her foot. He was out cold.

"Winry you awake yet, dear?" Winry swallowed not making a sound. Pinoka's footsteps went downstairs and rummaged in the kitchen. There was a sudden feeling of relief. She put a pillow under Ed's head. She couldn't just leave him there out in the open like that. She pushed him underneath her bed. He'd be alright under there. Aside from the fact that she was positive one day a Monster formed from all the dust food and clutter would crawl out and have a tea party with her, he'd be fine under there. Unless that bastard decided to come into her room again then there'd be problems.

' "Hey Babe," he said nonchalantly as leaned against her bedroom door frame. "Russell! Russell your back!" Winry cheered. As she jumped out of her bed and wrapped her arms around him. He'd always called her that. "Babe", "beautiful", "my girl" but usually Babe. It never really meant anything but Winry was a sweet girl, or his favorite little ten year old cousin. He was 18, and Winry had known him since the day she came out of the womb. He was Pinoka's brother's mechanic's son. (that's a mouthful) Well, he actually had two sons, Fletcher and Russell. A few years before their father had disappeared and Pinoka's brother took them in. Then they started to visit more often and became like cousins to Winry.

Winry was now ten. She was filling out a bit early for her age, but not too much. Lately, it hadn't gone unnoticed though. The boys at school noticed and so did , Russell.

The days excitement left Winry Rockbell rather weak and rather exhausted and she made her way into her room. She snuggled up with her comforter and almost fell a sleep when she heard her door open. " Hey Babe," he said nonchalantly, as always. "Oh hey Russell, going to bed?"

"You could say that," Winry giggled at his foolishness. He had the weirdest way of speaking, he was so flirtatious. "Good Night, Russell." Winry said as she plopped back down in bed. He closed her door. "I told you I'm not going to bed yet," he locked the door, "and neither are you." Winry stared at him quizzically. "I got want to wrestle right now! Please let me sleep! I'm so tired Russell! You win I give now!" Winry pleaded. "Your breaking my heart Winry, I was really looking forward to, I guess you could call it a wrestling match, with you."

"Russell," Winry said eyebrows furrowed, "Your freaking me out." Russell smiled slyly. " I want to show you something," he said grinning. He sat on her bed, leaned over and before Winry knew he kissed her. It was the first kiss she ever had. Maybe Russell liked her, or maybe he meant it in a friendly way it just ended up on her lips. "Russell," Winry said puzzled. He kissed her again and now she was sure it was that he liked her, friendly wouldn't try to pull tongue. "Russell, I'm ten." Winry said turning away from him. It wasn't that she didn't like him. All the girls like Russell, He was the stud muffin. But something about him being 18 and her being 10 seemed a little incest. "I know you 10, Babe, but you've got potential, and I like em' young anyway." Winry stared frightened at him. He kissed her again. She pulled away. "Russell, No!" she said sternly. "You've never done this before have you?" He said. He bit his lip and sized her up. "So you're a virgin?" Winry didn't answer she just scrambled under her covers and backed up till she was sitting against her headboard. "Are you going to answer me? Or do I have to find out for myself?" Winry was still to afraid to speak. He pulled her away, "No!" Escaped from her throat. He laid her across his lap. "Keep making all this noise and Granny Pinoka will come in here and see what a naughty girl you are, you wouldn't want that would you?" Winry's mind couldn't entirely wrap around this. What was he going to do to her? He ran his hand up her thighs under her night gown. He went up to her Pink Power Ranger Underwear and slipped then off. She squeaked. "Stop." He pushed her back down. His hand slid up her leg again. Further and further until he touched her. Until he touched her very child core. Winry screamed. His mind trick wore off her. She jumped up tears streaming down her face and ran to her door. He grabbed her wrist and twisted it behind her back. "I didn't want to have to do this, but you've left me no choice," He smacked her. She stopped moving. He struck her again. She fell to her knees to weak to stand. He picked her limp body up and lied her on the bed. "Trust me babe, you like it when it's all said and done." She winced. He felt her small chest. "Your already developing, shoot babe, in three years you'll be nice enough to take out." Winry tried to concentrate on what she could hit him with. But all that was in her reach was pillows. He kissed her probing his tongue into her mouth. Winry tried to pull away disgusted but he was too strong. He slipped off her nightgown, and she said no again, but it only got her another beating. When he was done with her he simply put her nightgown back on. "Now, I'm going to bed, Beautiful," He winked. " Good Night, Babe."

Winry gazed out the kitchen window at the landscape. It was on of those days where you just feel happy to be alive.

"Oh, Winry, guess who's coming down today?" Pinoka said cheerfully.

"Who?"

"Your two favorite cousins," Pinoka smiled.

"Figures," Winry grumbled. She went upstairs to her room and looked under her bed. He was still there. "You awake?" She asked.

"yea," He groaned back.

"Stay under here, I'll go get you something to eat. Do you eat food-food, or blood?" She said as if either way it didn't matter.

"Food is fine," He smiled to her. "I'm just like you during the daytime."

"See," She smiled, "Your no monster," She giggled and went downstairs.

Ed had no idea why this child wasn't afraid of him. Perhaps she was a n angel of some sort. No one had ever been so sweet to him, no one except his mother. He knew what he was likely to do to the people who were around him at night, and he couldn't let this child be a victim. He'd refuse, if it was the last thing he did.

Winry reentered the room and helped Ed out from under the bed. And into the chair at her desk. She then served him bacon, eggs, biscuits and gravy, and Orange Juice. "Wow, Thank you," Ed exclaimed.

"No problem," Winry smiled brightly. She was the cutest little girl Ed had ever seen, and so sweet too. How could it have been so hard to resist her? Why did he want to suck the life right out of her? What was wrong with him?!?!

"Ummm… I was wondering," Winry began, "If you would like me, to install you with auto-mail?"

Ed choked. "You can do auto-mail?"

"Well, it would be my first time installing a port by myself, considering my Grandma won't help me with you, but, yea, I can," Ed stared at her in amazement.

"I would love that, but I'd never have the money to pay for auto-mail,"

"Don't worry about the cost, You need it." Winry smiled brightly again. "Plus you can't just sit there like that, all the time, you'd die, and where else are you going to get auto-mail, what with you being a vampire and all you'd scare all the other mechanics away." she giggled and Ed smiled back at her.

"I would appreciate it, a lot," Ed said pausing, "But if it's going to get you in trouble, I'll be fine."

"Ed, getting in trouble is worth giving someone their life back." Ed choked again. She was so clueless. He had no life anyway. He was undead. He was a vampire. No one ever considered that he had a life, a soul, a lot people doubted he had a heart, he doubted it too sometimes though. He finished eating and hid back underneath her bed.

"Winry, Pinoka!" Fletcher called as he caught Winry in a death-squeeze- he called a bear hug.

"Hey Auntie," Russell said as he shook the old woman's hand. Suddenly Winry wished Fletcher was still squeezing the life out of her because now it was Russell's turn to greet Winry. "Hey Babe," He said as he slung his arm over her shoulders and pulled her into an embrace. And that was one of the most sickening feelings Winry had ever felt, she hoped that no one could see the horror or nervousness through her eyes, and figure it out.

He was a rapist, but for some reason, Winry couldn't bring herself to admit it, couldn't bring herself to say it out loud, couldn't bring herself to think it, let alone say it to her grandmother. Winry was on her own now, and it was going to be up to her to try and save herself this time, it was up to her to support herself, to cry only when no one was looking, to be strong and try to move forward. But it's hard to move forward when you won't let yourself believe your standing still. She wished, she wished with all her might, that she, Winry Rockbell, perhaps wasn't pretty anymore, or maybe had an awful zit or a dirty face that would turn him away. But it seemed far away when she felt his hand ride down her back. She wanted to barf on him, to beat him black and blue, but she couldn't. Russell as the closest thing to fear Winry Rockbell ever knew, but she was too strong hearted to let him become a true fear, Winry was too smart tot let him ruin her life. He may have ruined, taken away… no stole, something so precious to her, but he couldn't have her life too. She wouldn't have that, she wouldn't go down without a fight.

While Pinoka was feeding Russell and Fletcher, Winry took the opportunity to sneak a few basic port pars one at a time to her room. She snuck probably half of the shop but it had to be done. Once she got it all into her room she hid it under her desk in the same box, which had air-dried by now.

Ed poked his head out from under her bed and watched her as she moved about checking and rechecking to make sure everything was in order. He admired deeply her ambition. In fact it almost scared him, that kind of determination, her drive, was beautiful. You could almost see her bursting with life and aspiration, you could almost see the energy surrounding her, her Ora glowing brightly as ever, glistening with a will, a hope, a dream, a desire a wish, so radiant on her skin. Winry Rockbell was beaming with something that few people had, and that was self-motivation. Winry Rockbell was an inspiration, Winry Rockbell was a prodigy.

(Winry POV)

I was scared. Granny had tucked me into bed and said good night, I heard her close her door, and I heard another one open. Russell. That perv… he was just around the corner down the hall, making his way to my room. I had already looked under my bed, and Ed was gone. He had the strength to move when he was a vampire, unfortunately. If he was there then that would mean for sure no Russell. No… rape. I had to do something. First I grabbed a piece of metal and waited behind my door. Then I realized how foolish that was, I'd either kill him or wake up the whole house, or make him angrier. I searched for a better plan but it seemed no better one was about. I looked at my window… the drain pipe!

So I shimmied down the drain pipe jumped when I was close enough to the ground and ran and hid behind the shed. He wouldn't think I would be here. But with the dark night and the creepy shadows everywhere that would surely make any other 12 year old girl pee herself, I couldn't help be a little frightened. I thought of the places I could go. All my friends would call my grandmother and I'd have to go back there. If I got in early enough, she would never know.

Of course, he owed me anyway. So I trotted down the dirt road to the dark house. Suddenly my head filled with all the tall tales of the Elric house. Of the blood and gore and the horror, but they vanished, the moment, the moment remembered his face. He couldn't be anything other than an angel. I rang the door bell. No one answered. I rang it again, and again, and again, until I heard something inside crash. I checked the door knob, it was unlocked, so allowed myself to enter.

"Hello?" I spoke loudly. "Is anybody here? Edward?" then I heard some terrible hissing noises and screams. I ran to the sound of the noise. Once I reached the room where the noise was coming from I slowly opened the door. Inside I saw Edward on his knee with a body in his arms. It wasn't dead but it didn't look alive. I was so freighted I could barely move. I couldn't even scream. The body of what looked to be a young man hissed and hissed and screeched at Edward. Ed paid him no heed, he just kept ripping and tearing away and their skin. I saw the young boy's shinny fangs flare out in defense, but his efforts where in vain. Ed's blue hair covered his face but I could still feel him peering at me out of the corner of his black eyes. He couldn't stop though, he was in feeding mode, he wanted blood. And their was plenty of it. It was everywhere, and more kept splattering out of the hissing predator who seemed to be surprised to have been hunted. Ed's teeth sunk back into the side of his prey, tearing chunks of meat and flesh from his body. Ed didn't stop until stomach acid burned his lips, and then, then is when I watched him, horrified, tear the heart from this creature. Digging his hand into it's chest breaking ribs as he went, he didn't stop, nothing would stop him it seemed. Suddenly he stopped with a wicked grin plastered on his dark face. It seemed he had found what he was looking for, the closes thing to a soul that a vampire had. The one thing that told them they weren't dead. Even though they weren't among the living they could be killed and that is what killed it. The only remains of human, of life, that it had left, a heart. Edward ripped it from his chest so fast I could have sworn I saw it go from blue to red. And then the body slow started to shake, as if having a seizure from lose of it's only source of undeath. And I watched as Edward slowly bit into it, almost savoring it. And then again he bit into the purple mess of arteries bouncing from the stop, blood squirting from it. And as horrifying as it was, Edward looked so… happy. So full of the one thing he didn't have after sunset… life. It was almost as if he was a child biting from a freshly peeled orange, so juicy that it burst, pulp and all, dripping from his chin. But then I realized that in reality Edward was hunched over a vampire now turning to ash as he chewed the last bit of it's heart, swallowing it slowly, licking his lips, satisfied to say the least. I didn't think of the consequences of me watching this, or what would happen once he was done feeding on him and realized I was standing there. Some times I can be real thick, you know that? I can really be idiot… and at that all I can do is sigh.

He looked up swiftly, as if knowing I was there just waiting until he was sure their was no vampire left for him to eat. His face was covered in blood, his blue hair that framed his face had turned purple from the splashes of blood, it reminded me of the veins. His hair so clumpy and stringy from the red liquid beginning to dry. His pupils, black and shiny, starred at me, as if he were a deer in the headlights, then ever so slowly he blinked. And met my eyes. I could see my figure standing in the light that danced in his black eyes from the lamp over head it was almost like looking into a mirror. Then before I knew it he was up and standing in front of me his face inches from mine. And then I could see my eyes in his, full of anxiety. Not fear, but anxiety. This was nothing… nothing compared to him.

He spoke slowly and I could smell his breath, which revolted me in so many sickening ways. He smelt of metal and rot. I could smell the metal, almost taste the smell of metal from the blood still lingering in his mouth. The smell was so utterly rancid it was spine tingling in ferocity. The smell crawled down my sinuses and lingered there making me almost taste it. "Little girl…"

I couldn't keep the stare any longer. I quickly looked away then back to him, but not to his eyes. I could get lost in those eyes, dance in them forever, gore and all. I turned my attention to his fangs as he spoke with that distasteful smell once more. "Little pretty girl… ." His fangs weren't like before, when they were poking through his bottom lip. They were just large enough that they made his lip bulge out a bit. His fangs weren't fangs at all, they were more like daggers of ivory. Beautiful sharp, pointed porcelains. They weren't stained like most peoples teeth. In fact, they were almost translucent.

Suddenly his head bent down toward my neck, ever so gracefully, but I didn't pull back. I didn't even hesitate to fall into his grasp as he gently tilted my face toward the ceiling and place his hand on my left cheek. He stroked my neck with his thumb nail, I barley felt it but as soon as his thumb left my neck, I felt a stinging sensation run to my toes and burn my throat, as well as warm liquid ooze down my neck. Which he took no time in devouring. I looked to him out of the corner of my eye and watched him draw back those beautiful lucid blades of bone and benevolently ease them toward my neck. I felt them graze my skin, not hard enough to even draw blood, when suddenly he shifted violently biting into air once more. I heard the snap of his teeth and he cocked his face back to me and threw me to the ground, breaking me out of whatever trance he had set me in. I scooted back till I hit the wall behind me and I heard him almost shriek at me.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

I didn't know what to say, I was still confused. "I… I.." I stuttered.

"I could have eaten you for God's sake!" He shouted at me accidentally biting his lip. I watched his tongue instinctively poke out of his mouth and lick up the crimson syrup dripping from the brim of his maw. I watched his eyes fog with craving, and he looked straight at me. He tried to shake it off, I watched him quaver slightly and dismiss it.

"Good God! Don't you get it? I'm a blood sucking FREAK!" He yelled at me, his fangs clawing from his mouth like they were still reaching for me. "What's a' matter with you?!?!"

"I'm sorry!" I almost cried. I choked down a lump in my throat, and wiped a tear from my eye. He looked almost shocked to see my tear, and he turned his head away from me glancing at the floor.

"Why are you here?" He spoke more softly.

"I didn't have anywhere else to go."

"Your Grandma find out you helped me?" He spoke with a crack in his voice. For a second I thought he might cry.

"No… she didn't find out… it's worse than that." He looked up at me quick, confused at what could possibly be worse.

"And what's that?" he said it carelessly, almost with a laugh, (although this was no laughing matter) like he wasn't going to force nothing out of me, like he didn't really care if I told him or not. But something about him, his movements, his voice, his face, his eyes, something made me want to tell him. I've always wanted to tell somebody… I've always wanted someone to know. I've always wanted to tell how Russell was a sadistic sicko. But I couldn't… I just couldn't let the words escape my lips. Couldn't let them pass through my mouth, couldn't get them out because they were so wrong, and I was always right, I was always perfect in my studies and my health, and something so wrong… so dirty, shouldn't be inside me, I didn't want people to know it was me, but I wanted to tell someone at the same time… and technically… Ed wasn't people.