1Hi! Wuzzup? YAY! I got bored in a car ride and had nothing to listen to but My Chemical Romance and this one song had to deal with vampires so why not add it to a fic? Here you go!
I DON'T OWN FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST!
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Things are kind of weird in my small town. There have been... corpses...randomly showing up in ally ways and on the outskirts of town in makeshift graves. Slime covered hands protruding through thin layers of dirt, skin peeling off like old paint. I saw one. My sister never returned one night. She never came home after going out at night for her night shift at an odd little shop called "Trinkets of the Supernatural". She chose to work at that shop for the reason that her boyfriend runs that shop. He is a foreigner with midnight hair and enchanted eyes according to my sisters ranting. He always wears a deep blue cloak with odd cloths that are never another color besides blue and black. A lone chain necklace of a cross always hanging around his neck. That taunting silver that glints all knowing. How could she have fallen for that bastard?
He killed her I'm sure of it.
December 23. Snow fell heavier that night. Thick with death and blood as my sister stepped into the blizzard of mourning. I warned her not to leave and to stay here tonight. It was almost Christmas and her boyfriend could understand her not coming by that night to help out with late customers and closing. She refused to listen to my pleas and left. I always wonder what could have happened if I stopped her that night but alas I can not play the what if game all my life.
After midnight I found myself worrying about her safety. Since my dad left a few months after I was just born and my mother died of an illness, I could not be comforted that she was probably spending the night over at the shop since there was a small blizzard outside.
Throwing all logic out I snapped the buckles on my snowshoes and snatched m coat, preparing for the worst. Trudging through thick snow I found myself scaling the streets in search of my sister. I found the small shop in an instant, though, and decided to see if she was inside. Calmly ignoring the happy-go-lucky chime of the door, I walked to the front counter. Crystal balls and candles cluttered the small counter along with a large cash register found on the center of the wooden surface.
"Hello!" He said in a happy tone as He swiftly strode through the small curtains to the back room. He starred at my small shivering figure and smirked.
"You look tired, -"
"Where is she?" I found myself growling as I interrupted him mid sentence. He frowned as he strode next to me. He studied my face a little while before shrugging his shoulders.
"She left about three hours ago, squirt," He said smoothly as he patted me on the head and walked towards the back of the store.
"YOU DON'T CARE DO YOU!"
He swirled around at my voice. He seemed to tremble a bit or that could have been me.
I spat onto his hardwood floor and swiftly ran out of that cursed place. I had to find her. I remembered what the papers had said. On the outskirts of town. So I ran as fast as I could to the gate that barricaded us from the outside. I claimed over the gate before the patrolman found me and began searching through the brush. I was not thinking positive at all and what I found made me die that night. Death filled the air as I breathed in the soupy oxygen. Each breath shaking as I felt Hot slime rising to my mouth. Red snow fell that night as my sisters hand and face lay just above the dirt. Pale velvet skin slashed and bruised while blood steady flowed from her mouth. Her hair in a disarray and tangles laced with tissue. Her neck was slashed open, allowing the crimson elixir to pump onto the snow. Her face forever in that state. He mouth was open in a silent scream and he eyes wide with torture and fear. Her delicate hand smeared with dirt and blood.
I ran.
The next day the police dug up her corpse and on New Years we had a funeral for her. Her boyfriend never remorse. He didn't even care and he just continued his daily life like nothing happened at all. Everyone did. No one cared but me. Later I found another clue about the bodies. They were drained of their blood.
My name is Jean Havoc. I am fifth teen although I'm shorter than most kids my age and more immature acting. My sister's name was Winry. She was eighteen the day she died. Her boyfriends name...that bastard. Roy Mustang never cared for her.
Things are kind of weird in my small town. There have been... corpses...randomly showing up in ally ways and on the outskirts of town in makeshift graves.
They were drained of their blood.
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