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Roy sighed. It had already been a month since Maes' funeral, and it was already hard enough to control his hunger. Maes had been the only one to know about Roy's...abnormality, and now, he was gone. The Colonel considered his options. He could a. Tell Hawkeye, or b. keep it to himself. At the moment, he was leaning toward option b. But how was he supposed to cope with it? He can't keep going on these one-nighters. They tire him out, and the food was always sour. Although he could stick with normal...human...food, it never filled him enough. And who was he to go and kill innocent animals. At the moment, keeping to himself seemed the only thing he could do. Ugh.

"Another shot." The bartender gave him a rather worried look, but complied nonetheless. His glass was filled, and the Flame stared it down before throwing it down his throat. It tended to take longer for vampires to get drunk, which nobody knew. Well, at least no-one living. Another shot. He got lost in the hours. He wasn't sure exactly how he had gotten home that night, but he wasn't stupid enough to think someone from the crew found him. They were on vacation until tomorrow. So at the moment, they would be on the train, maybe even in a car, happy seeing their relatives...friends.. Of which Roy had none left. True, he had Madame Christmas, but even she didn't know the extensive history of his life.

It was cold. That was really all Roy could notice. His body was numb, and his mind, blank.

"Are you awake, sir?" Roy opened his eyes. "Ah, good. We'll have to go through the procedure soon."

Red eyes. Ishvalen...Ishval! That's right, Roy was at war with the Ishvalens...

"What procedure!? What are you doing?"

The Ishvalen smiled. He wasn't very old at all. Not much older than seventeen. Were these really the people he was slaughtering?

"You are gravely ill, sir. We are trying to save your life."

"Why? We are at war with you, slaughtering your people! Why would you possibly want to save me?" Roy was confused. The Ishvalen shook his head.

"Our race brought this upon ourselves. We are a cursed people, and need to become like the phoenix if we ever wish to be renewed." Roy couldn't make much sense of it. Until he saw the fangs. "You see? Our people are a blood-thirsty race. Even before we were annexed, we had conflicts with Aerugo. We can never go long without war, it seems."

"Y-you're...vampires?" Roy felt himself inwardly shake.

"Indeed, young man. And you are about to be too." Roy didn't have time to scream as the Ishvalen bit down hard on his neck. He saw red and white spots, blinding his vision. His voice refused to scream as he felt venom enter his veins. The pain was searing, and it was all he could to but to pass out.

Roy held his head in his hands. The memory was still fresh as if it had happened yesterday. What happened next was better, though.

"Mahilo, what have you done? This soldier will no doubt tell his precious Fuhrer!" a new voice was yelling.

"Shhhh, he is asleep." The voice he assumed was Mahilo said.

"What do we do with him? Let's just kill him. Send him back as a warning!"

"No!" Mahilo screeched. "So what if he tells the Fuhrer. We brought this upon ourselves. It serves us right for not being able to contain our blood-lust. Besides Jahise, He's already a vampire. What are you going to do? Preform a ritual to tell everybody where we are? That will work out well."

Jahise sighed.

"Alright, brother. What do we do then?"

Roy slowly sat up.

"You'll come with me. I'll hide you. Then you take your chance and cross the border to Xing. I have friends there that will gladly help you."

The brothers looked shocked at his boldness.

"And how do we know you won't betray us?" Jahise said, scowling.

"Because your brother saved my life. It's only an offer, your choice."

Mahilo only hesitated a second before answering.

"Alright, Ach Shelcha, I trust you to keep us safe."

Roy nodded, and tried to stand, only falling back over.

"Ah, Ach Shelcha, you need to feed. I will see if there are blood packets in the back." Mahilo disappeared behind a curtain, leaving Jahise and Roy in the same room.

"I will go pack for the journey, brother. Mahilo will be back soon."

"Alright. Take only what you need, though. It might be harder to travel with more supplies."

Jahise smiled and vanished behind another curtain. The Flame sat up and leaned against a wooden beam. He felt thirsty, but not for the clear liquid sitting beside him. He longed for...blood. Is this what it was like? Being a vampire. Mahilo soon returned with a few blood packets, which although Roy was disgusted with, he drank greedily. The Ishvalen then explained how to deal with his hunger, and how to preform a transmutation to keep him from seeking war. He soon learned that because this young man used alchemy, he was an out-cast. Alchemy upset the Ishvalens, but the sane Ishvalens all used it to keep from going insane. Jahise came back with a bundle of things, making three trips. It wasn't a huge amount, but it was enough to keep them going. Roy transmuted colored contacts and military uniforms for the Ishvalens, which they hastily put on. Roy wrote a note and signed it with a flourish, giving his new brothers directions to escape, in which they wasted no time doing. Both Mahilo and Jahise gave him a hug and blessed him, rushing out of the tent to their freedom.

Roy smiled. He had gotten a letter in ancient Ishvalen, which surprisingly, he understood, a month after the war ended. It had read that they were doing alright, and they thanked him again for his help. He responded almost immediately, telling them that he was just repaying the favor for saving his life. He told them of his goals, and how he planned to rebuild Ishval and help make sure they wouldn't get into a war again. They wrote often, and several times, Hawkeye had caught him at it. Each time she asked, he told her he was writing to his brothers. The first few times she would swipe them, attempting to read, but she was always confused. She had never learned ancient Ishvalen. She eventually stopped trying to read, but she would always ask him about it. He would never give her a straight answer. Tomorrow would be a long day. He should get some rest. He turned out the lights and pulled up the covers. Sleep was always a good escape to see his brothers.

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Hey guys. I decided to start another story. If you've read my drabbles, this was a sorta prompt thing too, but this keeps coming back to mind. So I decided to write a separate story for it! :D Anyway, I really need to know what you think. Should I continue it? Criticism is welcomed. I always need tips. However, I do NOT need flames.

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(1) Ach Shelcha Means 'New Brother' In Hebrew. :)