By: An Angel's Wings
Warning to all!: Major Edwin, with an obvious dose of Royai. This story has absolutely nothing to do with the series storyline. The same places, same faces, but different stories. It's a plot crossover of the Stephanie Meyer book "Twilight". This will also be edited by only me, unlike Where The Heart Is. (Which, you know, if you like this, you should check it out. And writers need opinions, you know.) So if I spell something wrong, or mess up and it just doesn't sound right, you know why.
Romantics Beware: There will be no sappy romance. I'm sorry, but I really don't want to describe every moment of a kiss. In this story, their 'love' will be more, how should I say, 'juvenile' versus the love in Twilight. Yes, hugs and all, but I don't really want to go into detail with it. So if you're looking for a total love story, take your search elsewhere. This will contain more adventure, then romance.
Rating: Teen
Summary: Winry Rockbell wanted nothing more then a normal, socially active life in the small town of Resembool. But the normalcy stops after a new and tantalizing patient and his brother stop by for maintenance at the shop. Winry soon begins to question whether her normal life is really something worth living, or if taking a risk is worth it all.
Funny thing, The reason I read the book in the first place was because of the character Edward Cullen, since he had golden eyes, and well, his name was Edward. That wasn't the reason I fell in love with the book though.
I don't have much more to say except that you should expect more then a few differences between the two, the only similarity being the whole vampire love human thing, and a few others I don't really need to name.
Enjoy the short, introductory Chapter 1!
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Chapter One
(. Prologue .)
.//They themselves rejoiced the love, but Heaven itself forbade it//.
Not that I wasn't entirely enthralled to reach the small, country town of Resmebool, I was just severely disappointed. It was worse then expected.
Central City, thought it could be loud at times, at least offered company. Here, the only thing that could even squeeze into that category was probably cattle. And we all know how exciting cows are.
The train was nearly at the station; it's final stop. It was night, and I could barely see anything out of the window. There were no lights, no nothing.
I rested my head against the window, not really caring about the constant bumps from the train's ride that caused my head to hit the window harder then I would've liked.
"Do cheer up, Winry." My grandmother said, her stern voice softening. "It won't be half as bad as what you're expecting."
Right. It was already worse then expected. Now, I loved my grandmother, she'd always been there for me, even before the war. Taking care of me since I was barely 7; when my parents were killed in action. In the Ishbalan war.
A voice boomed as a man stepped into our car. I jumped, surprised. "Last Stop! Resembool Station! Please step carefully!"
I groaned before getting up to get my bags from the compartment over our seats. My grandmother couldn't reach them--she was well, vertically challenged. In a big way too. I, on the other hand, was tall and rather mindful of the fact.
I collected them all without letting any emotion show on my face. I wanted my grandmother to see all the pain this move was putting my through.
My temple throbbed from the ride.
I thought, both physical and emotional.
We stepped out of the train, and I put the suitcase down, rubbing a hand across my forehead.
"How did we lug all of this here again?" I made it known that I wasn't keen on being the one to have to carry our luggage.
"Just shut up and grab something." She already had her hands on my small bag I had brought on the train, for all the essentials I needed for the night. Since I traveled light, I was stuck dragging her overstuffed carry-on.
There were no paved roads that led from the station, only dirt ones. So the rest of the traveling was done by foot. I lit the lantern that would light our way to our new shop.
We had a business, thought it was a strange field to be into. We built auto-mail, fully mobile prosthetics that brought in big bucks due to the war, so it was one we could enjoy--and live off of. Though, there had been an inflation of auto-mail shops that shot up in Central for the same reason, and though we did good work, we couldn't compare to some corporate competitors, so we closed up shop to find a place with less competition.
Resembool was good, for our businesses sake, since it was void of any other auto-mail shops. But, it wasn't good for my sake, because it was also void of anything social.
"We're almost there." My grandmother's cranky tone was apparent. We were both exhausted from the trip. A small hill came into view from the darkness, and atop it sat a large, welcoming building. Our new house.
I nearly tripped on sheer amazement. It was huge. My mouth open, I barely jumbled the words together to say "That's it?"
Her laugh was heavy with sleeplessness. "I told you it wouldn't be as bad, this will also be more accommodating then our shack back in Central."
I could only nod. The details of the place were hard to make out, say for a stone wall leading to what I can guess would be the front door. A moving truck sat parked outside of it, looking almost translucent in the moonlight.
Now that, would have to wait for morning.
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Just a Prologue to see how people take to it, one review or more and I'll give you a second chapter. No point in writing something nobody will read. Though, I'd probably end up doing so anyway.
This was just a short sample of more to come, some chapters will be longer, some of equal length. It will vary depending on my mood, and willingness to do work.
Well, give me some love, and tell me what you think!
Thanks for reading!
--An Angel's Wings