AN: He guys. Ohgawd I live. I haven't been active here in years, I know. Sorry lovelies. ;A; Life got hectic for me. I moved out. Then south. Then got pregnant and had a baby with le husbando. Oh yes, I have a husband now. Yeah. Life changed a lot for me. We went through hell after moving, but we moved down here because his mother has lung cancer so we're part of her support team. Long story short, we're back on our feet and I have an itch to write a VampRoy/Ed fanfic. An AU fanfic obviously. Go easy on me guys. It's been a very long time since I wrote anything like this. A;;; I'm even more nervous knowing my husband is going to read this one of these days. D: Ohlawd.;;;;; He is an excellent writer which is why I am so nervous. Any ways I hope you guys enjoy. I'll do my best! Oh yeah sorry about deleting my other stories guys. They sucked.
P.S. Sorry if characters are a little OOC. I'm out of sorts from writing. =3=; 3 Thanks!

Love Like Winter
Chapter One: Golden Eyes

It was just around eight in the morning when a short golden haired young man stepped out of his apartment complex with a cup of coffee in hand. This certain young man was peculiar indeed. Not only was he short for his age, but he was rather feminine. Granted you could tell he was male, but it was the small things that one would notice.
Small things like his height, his long blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail, angular face, or his other rather girlish traits like his hips that one would notice without looking to hard at him. It wasn't the fact he looked like he could pass as both genders that caught people's attention, but his very bright golden eyes. Those eyes were rare indeed. In fact he was the only person to possess such an eye color in all of his small town. Even his younger brother had a darker version of his eye and hair color, but no where near as bright. This rather peculiar young man was known as Edward Elric. Many people knew him through out town and he grabbed much of their attention. Of course he always heard the whispers of, oh how tragic it was that he was in the car crash that took his parents lives. Not only that, but robbed him of his right arm and left leg. He tried to ignore these many whisperes for it had been many years since that had passed. He would hear how he could have been a great man were it not for the fact he decided not to go to the many colleges that sent letters to him. He was known as a genius, very bright, brilliant & intellectual. He graduated high school easily, and probably would have gone to college were it not for the fact he couldn't keep working two jobs while his younger brother, Alphonse, worked one other job to pay there bills and expenses. Because of this he took on a full time job at the Armstrong bookstore as a clerk to help put his brother through college. Normally a clerk's salary wouldn't pay well, but the Armstrong's were wealthy, and very giving to the Elric's. Only because Ed had gotten so close to the shop owner, Alex, for being in that store everyday after school reading. Thanks to the great Alex Louis Armstrong, Ed could work a full time job, and Al could quit his part-time to focus on his high school studies. He was grateful to Armstrong indeed, but also grateful to Miss Winry Rockbell, who had outfitted him with his automail arm and leg for free. One would say it was a difficult life for an 18 year old youth, but things could always get worse.

The blonde sipped his coffee, with a casual stride down the side walk. He was in uniform for work which consisted of a white button up, black dress pants, black tie, and shoes. Every morning of the week he had the same routine. Get up. Shower, brush teeth, get dressed. Eat quick breakfast that Al made for him. Make Coffee to go. Leave for work. Take same way to work every day. It was nice to have things in a routine. He lived a rather unorganized life before hand. To finally have a well paying job thanks to connections, and be able to take care of his younger brother was very stress relieving. It was usually such a short walk to work. This was because he power walked most days, but today he took it slow. Only because of how ungodly cold it was. He pulled his long red jacket closer to him with his free-hand, eyes peering around before crossing the street. He'd been walking for five minutes now. That five minutes soon turned to ten. It took him nearly 20 minutes to get to work this time.

"Unusually late are we Edward," a voice boomed out as he walked into the Armstrong bookstore. Ed only gave a glare at the large bald man who stood with that usual goofy grin on his face with that usually large mustache to match.

"It's freezing out there! I wasn't gonna' just power walk my ass through the cold," he countered as he slipped his jacket off and hung it on the rack. Quickly switching the closed sign on the window to open before he took his place at the small little desk with the register.. He reached for the book that was hidden behind the small desk in a drawer to read as he awaited customers, while he set his half empty coffee cup down with the other hand. Armstrong only laughed and patted his head. Hard.

"Keep doing that and I won't grow any taller," he growled looking up at his boss.

"Edward that is no way to treat your elders! Look at how tall I am! It is something to admire! This height has been passed down the Armstrong line for generations," Armstrong bellowed before flexing.

"Yeah, yeah, okay I get it! Quit shoving your muscles in my face before you explode out of your clothes like usual." He may have sounded harsh, but a small smile played on his lips. Yup, this was going to be like every other day...right?

For the time being it was like every other day. Customers came and went. He would read his novel in his free time, take a short break and eat lunch with his boss, and then resume his reading while he awaited more customers. The day drew on like any other until his shift was coming to a close. He was watching three customers with suspicious eyes. All they were doing was pacing through the shelves. Just wondering, looking. At first he thought nothing of it, these people were just browsing. Then he took note of how they were unfamiliar faces. He also began to notice how they kept glancing at the clock then in his direction which was also unsettling. He couldn't help but feel like something was up.

"Can I help you with anything," the youth called out evening the strangers with irritation more than anything. A man, tall, scruffy, and unkempt simply shook his head and smiled at him.

"You've been here a long while without purchasing anything let alone touching a book," he challenged. After that sentence was spoken he felt an unfamiliar hand slip onto his shoulder, with a pair of lips near his ear and a hot breath escaping them. His eyes danced quickly to his side. When the hell did this guy get here?!

"We're sorry for your...inconvenience. We're...new around here and like to...browse thoroughly...at...a new...product." Ed made note of every feature on this guy in that moment he spoke to him. Tall. Long dark brown hair. Green eyes. Tan. Black suit with a black coat. Well his whole attire consisted of black. Except his gloves which were white. "My my, you have an extraordinary arm," the mystery man spoke amused as the hand firmly squeezed his shoulder where skin and metal met.

"I'd appreciate it if you took your hands off of me," Ed hissed narrowing his eyes. What the hell was going on?! Today was fabulously normal and then these freaks had to show up and...be creepy if anything. Leering. Staring. Now touching?! No way. Not today. He got a lot of weirdos that would hit on him and say weird things, but no one ever made advances at him, let alone step behind the counter. How the hell did that guy pull it off without him noticing?! The man inhaled deeply, almost like he was smelling something before exhaling with a smile as he distanced himself back to his comrades. Their eyes danced together in some sort of fight for control of the situation, though Ed lost when he shut his eyes and physically relaxed when the man was far enough away. How...odd he thought to himself as he watched the man stop and stand in the isle nearest to the register and just stare at him.

"EDWARD ELRIC!" Ed jumped knocking over his empty cup of coffee before realizing it was the voice of his boss. He couldn't have been more glad to hear it. "Armstrong, jesus you frightened me," Ed breathed as he turned to look at his boss.

"Who were you speaking with Edward," the man inquired staring out behind his co-worker causing Ed to turn his own face quickly.

"I was just talking to these..." They were gone. Just as soon as they were there they were gone.

"Must've left...," he mumbled to himself. "Hey, Armstrong, could you like...not go into the back room tomorrow night's shift? There were some shady characters here. I think you made them scatter..."

"Shady characters?! DID THEY HURT YOU EDWARD?! I SHALL TEACH THEM A LESSON WITH THE FIGHTING SKILL THAT HAS BEEN PASSED DOWN THE ARM-" "Yeah! I know for generations! I get it! And no they didn't hurt me. They were just...off." He stared at the spot the man was standing for a moment if that. "Well my shift is over so I'm getting on home. I'm sure Al misses me." It was now around nine at night.

"Would you like me to walk you home Edward?"

"Nah, I'm good. I'm sure it was just a fluke and they left back to what ever hole they crawled from...Night Armstrong." He was half tempted to take the man's offer as he slipped on his coat staring out into the cold dark street. A few street lamps were unlit which just made it eerie. Ed cleared his throat, moved the sign to closed, and stepped out into the cold night air. He shivered. Hard. Not because it was cold, but because he felt like he wasn't alone.

He began to take the same route home. Eyes darting every where to survey the area. Ears listening to anything that was out of place. He drew his arms closer to himself as he turned the corner of the street. He stopped as a wind blew against his skin turning slightly away from it to shield his face. Did it have to be so damn cold now?! The wind stopped and he continued his walk, still scanning everything in sight. Good, it seemed he was just very paranoid. Did paranoid people always here steps behind them. Wait, steps behind them?! Hie quickly turned his head to see the unkempt man from earlier.

"Ah great! I knew something was up..." he growled without hesitation he turned and began to run. He heard feet behind him. More than just a pair. He quickly whipped his head around to see another unkempt looking man and the mystery man from before. There was blood lust in their eyes. His breath hitched.

"Damn it!" He wasn't going to plead for them to stop. Once you became the hunted it was pointless to try and stop the predator from sinking his teeth into you. When you're prey, you run. He had know idea where he was running to. He was turning down roads and he didn't even recognize. The men were speeding up behind him. "What the hell are you guys?! Super runners?!" His legs pushed as hard as they could go. Eyes scanning the area again. Lovely. He was running down a dirt road farther from town, into an unlit forest like area. Almost like...well damn it they intended to lead him here! He turned his head to not see the three men from before, but...almost like three creatures. Jesus if he led these things back home they could get to Al. So the silver lining was it was only him going to get ripped apart. Well he could be added down the line of "Oh what a tragedy! The poor boy was murdered leaving his little brother behind!" Wait that was no way to think. He let out a loud yell as he pushed himself harder. He never knew it was possible to sweat in such cold weather, but he was.

"THE HELL ARE YOU?!"

All he heard was screeching behind him which further aided him to speed up. These things were no way human any more. He'd never seen anything like it actually. Lucky him to make such a discovery. His breathing was getting ragged and his legs were letting up. Shit. He was slowing down. This was it. He was going to die here. His eyes scanned the area in panic and landed on his new sanctuary. A house. A beaten worn down house. With a new burst of energy he went off the road into the trees and ran as fast and hard as he could. He slammed himself into the house and shut that old creaky door and fell to the floor in a heap. Gasping for air that his lungs were being deprived of for so long, he wondered how he didn't pass out during the chase. The sweat rolled down his face as he tried to get his bearings about him. This was happening to fast. Just a few moments ago he was leaving to go home. Now he was hiding in an old house from things that weren't even human! After a few moments of heavy breathing he shakily crawled over to what he could tell was a window that was mostly boarded up. He peered out of the corner where a hole sat. Golden eyes fixing on the three now human looking creatures outside. They glanced around. Then up at the house. Before Ed knew it they were gone. They...ran away? Why? Oh well. Good lord he was safe. If there was a god he'd pray to it, but he didn't believe in any of that nonsense. He would have gotten to his feet were it not for the fact he was weak. Al...he had to get a hold of Al.

His hands searched along the walls as he maneuvered on his knees to find a light switch. He flicked it. Light. Wait light? This house was old why was there still electricity. He wouldn't question it as his eyes scanned the area of what he believed to be a living room. Someone must live here he thought to himself. If they came out and asked he would explain his situation...leaving out the fact that the things weren't human. It was well furnished and clean. There were blue curtains, a black rug with a blue soda and chair. It was...full of blue and black. Wait, curtains? The windows were boarded up. Oh well wasn't his place. Golden eyes scanned book shelves, paintings on the walls, a table...with a phone on it. A phone! He crawled quickly over pull himself up by the corner of the table and quickly dialed his home phone.

It rang. Once. "Come on, come on..." Twice. "Al pick up." Three times. "Alphonse, damn it..."

"Hello," a soft voice came over the phone.

"Al...are you alright?"

"Brother? Where are you? I made dinner! I think you'll lik-" the boy was interrupted by the older brother who sounded more panicky then before.

"Alphonse listen to me. Do NOT let any one in the house till I get back. I won't get back until tomorrow because I have no idea where I am. In short. I was chased by three...err...things its hard to explain. I'm in someone's house hiding. Call Armstrong. Ask him to stay the night with you. Tell him I'm fine an-"

"Brother that's a lot of information to take in! You were chased?! You're not hurt are you?"

"I'm fine. I'm more concerned for you. Call Armstrong."

"I will. I will. Brother do you even know whose home you're in?"

"No clue Al. I had to get inside. I would've been killed if I hadn't gotten somewhere safe I just know it..."

"Killed?! Brother you're scaring me!" Alphonse knew his brother was strong, smart, and had a good head on him,but that didn't mean Ed could take on everything. Usually Ed was right about danger. It was almost like he had a sixth sense about it. That is what made it more terrifying. He loved Edward. More than life itself. This was his brother whom he almost lost with his mother and father! They lived and breathed for each other. He refused to lose the only family he had left!

"Brother where are you? I can get help."

"Alphonse no help you can get me will save me from what ever the hell those things were. Just stay inside. Call Armstrong. I'm fine. Trust me."

Silence. "

Promise me, Ed, that you will come back home safe..." It was childish and stupid. His brother couldn't promise him that. He couldn't control others actions.

"I promise, Al. I won't leave you."

"I love you brother."

"I love you too, Alphonse..." The moment was bitter sweet. It was rare when they said those words to each other. It made Ed really appreciate the moments when they did. "Now hurry call Armstrong. I'm making to much noise talking. Be safe Al."

"...stay alive Ed." Then the line was dead. The blonde held the phone to his ear as he closed his eyes. Stay alive. He would damn well try. He let out a shaky breath before he hung up the phone.

"Excuse me, but are you alright?" He jumped as he heard a voice and whirled around so fast he fell backwards hitting his head on the table. Hard. Knocking himself out in the process. The last thing he saw was a very pale man with short black hair. Must be the owner of the house he thought as he slipped from consciousness.

"My, my what have we here," the man said to himself, crossing his arms as he stared at the very passed out young man in front of him. He surveyed the boy. Must be around 18 though his height spoke otherwise. Maybe just short. Kind of girly, but he was definitely a boy.

"Three things chasing you, huh? I can see why. You're quite the young beauty for a boy." Though he would assume what ever chased him wasn't a gang of perverts. He made that clear to whom ever he spoke to on the phone. He eyed him up again. This was an easy meal for him. It lay there presenting itself to him, unconscious and all. But that wasn't really all that fair. He loved the thrill of the chase, and from the looks of it, this boy could give him a good run.

"I suppose I should pick you up off my floor..." He stepped toward the boy and noticed a name tag on the smaller male's shirt.

"Edward..." The named rolled off his lips smoothly. He knelt down before he reached his arms out to pick the boy up, but stopped dead in his tracks. Good lord he smelled like the most delicious meal ever. The boys scent was strong, probably from sweating. God he smelled good. Without a second thought he moved his lips to the neck of the very promising meal sprawled out in front of him. This kid's scent could drive him crazy! He never smelled anyone like him. He couldn't even put a word on it, like seduction in scent form! Pure seduction...he inhaled deeply at the kid's neck. He hadn't even realized how he positioned himself over the boy. Running fingers quickly through his hair almost as if soothing Ed. Poor kid. Didn't even realize he was just like those "things" that chased him here. He ran straight to his grave.

He licked his lips before whispering into the boy's ear, "It's almost a crime to have to kill something as beautiful as you..."

The kid was gorgeous. Never saw a human like him. It'd almost be a great waste. No it would be a great waste. He could have some fun with the kid first. After all he loved the chase.

He sat there like that over the boy just breathing in his scent for a long while before he mustered the strength to control the urge to suck the youth dry of his blood. The older male, with slight regret, picked up the smaller boy and laid him down on his couch before he took a seat near Edward's head. Watching. Pondering just how he was going to get this boy to run for him. "Well Edward, it would seem I know your name and you don't know mine. After all...I'm going to be the one to have your blood. You should know my name." He leaned down close to the boy's ear and took in a deep breath as if smelling something before exhaling with a smile. He whispered to the boy, "I'll tell you who I am when you awaken." He licked his lips and reluctantly pulled away. If he kept that close to that sweet smell, and that delicious pulsating vein in the kid's neck he'd just have to kill him now. He found it rather...creepy that he was speaking to unconscious prey, but it had been a long time since he had something that smelled quite as tasty as this boy, this prize that wondered into his home.

"Alphonse...I don't want steak again...make something else," Ed mumbled into the pillow. A pillow? It was so nice and soft..."A few more minutes..." he groaned into the air as he rolled onto his back.

"I'm afraid that you don't have a few more minutes Edward." The unfamiliar voice made Edward recall his second most terrible night and he shot awake. Eyes landing on a mysterious man in the door way. Watching him.

"Who are you," Ed asked dumbfounded. Where was he again?

"I should be asked you this, boy. You wondered into my home and used my phone. None the less I already know your name, Edward. The least I can do is tell you mine."
"How do you know my name?!" The man pointed to his name tag. He would've blushed with embarrassment were it not for the fear of the unknown standing in front of him.
"My name is Roy Mustang."
"Well what time is it Mustang?"
The man rubbed the back of his head. "Around...three in the morning I'd wager." Still dark.
"...Still dark," Ed said out loud mimicking the man's thoughts. "Look I'm sorry I barged in, but I was kind of in trouble.."

"Yes, so I've heard." Silence.
"Do you mind if I stay here till morning?"
"No."
"So I can stay till morning?"
"Yes." Silence.

"Err...thanks."

"No problem. Though, I wonder why you're not questioning myself. You were just chased by three creatures, which I presume had a human appearance. I could be their ring leader."
"...You're not are you?"
Blood lust shown in the man's eyes for a split second. "No, I assure you I am not their ring leader."
"You're believing my story awfully fast. Normal people would dub me insane." Not to mention that strange look in the man's eyes.
He watched a grin slowly take place on Roy's features as he took a step closer. Okay that's unsettling.

"You're very...clever aren't you, Edward?"
"Whose asking," Ed snapped standing on his feet. He felt the headache become all to painful all to quick. He was either being paranoid, or this guy was making an advancement on him. Maybe...he was one of those things too.
"I'm asking." He took another step in toward the boy.
"What do you want from me," the youth demanded taking a few steps to the right getting closer to the table he clonked his head on.
"Is that an honest question?" The raven haired man began to make his advancement. He wasn't going to just take it step by step. He was now walking toward the boy.
"Of course it is!" The blonde yelped out, but decided not to give this man the time of day to answer. He ran. Ran around the table. Around the man to the door. He yanked it, but it wouldn't budge. Well crap. He fumbled shakily with the lock.
"You're a bit nervous. Why don't you relax here Edward," Roy said cooly as he advanced quickly upon Ed blocking his path of freedom. Pinning his prey between himself and the door.
"If you just back off," Ed yelled not bothering to turn around. He could feel the man behind him as he unlocked the door.

"I'll be on my way!" He yanked at the door again, but it wouldn't budge. This bastard planned on this.
"I'd really love it if you stayed...Ed," the pale man purred out moving quickly. He pushed Ed hard against the door knocking the wind out of him. Ed simply wheezed out as he was thrown away from the door onto the ground. The man proceeding quickly on top of him. Ed's breathing was hard and he began to sweat. This guy was either going to do something disgusting to him and let him live, do something disgusting to him and kill him, or just kill him. He gasped in air as the man forced all of his weight down on top of his smaller frame. Roy pinned the blonde's arms above his head with his own hands.

"My, what an interesting arm you have," the black haired male said with a grin.

Ed hissed out, golden eyes glaring back into eyes as black as night. "Yeah? That's what that sick bastard said to me before he chased me." His body was pinned, but if he was going down, he was going down brave. He heard a chuckle escape the man's lips as he watching carefully.
"You know Ed...you smell delicious...I can't even put a word to the way you smell..." The raven haired male inhaled deeply, closing his eyes, smelling Ed's scent.
"Don't you dare use my name...if I smell so good you can just let me go and smell me forever."
"Nice try," the man whispered. Eyes still closed. His heart was racing, this was it. The moment he would taste that sweet, sweet blood. His breath hitched.
"Look. At. Me."

The man stopped, opening his eyes out of his daze and stared down into a pair of golden orbs burning with an emotion he didn't quite understand. The boy spoke to him? His final words were, 'look at me'? He waited for the boy to elaborate and he didn't fail him.
"I want you to look at me when you kill me. I want you to watch exactly what you're doing."
It stayed silent for a moment as they stared at each other. The black haired man pulled Ed's left arm up harshly to his mouth. Ed didn't watch the action like he normally would have. He felt like this was his end. He stared the man dead in the eyes. Pun not intended. The man sunk sharp teeth deep into his arm. He could feel the holes forming as the teeth sunk in. His adrenaline was rushing so hard, that though he could feel the dreadful pain shooting through his flesh, he kept silent. He kept silent and he stared the other man deep in those dark eyes. Mustang couldn't read the emotion on Ed's face and it bothered him. So he bit harder. He wanted to hear the kid cry out, or beg for his life. But he was unrewarded with silence and a stare that shook his core. And he watched those beautiful golden eyes burn into him until the moment the blonde lost consciousness. And then...those eyes, those beautiful eyes...they closed.

AN: omgwut is Ed dead? Pshaw wouldn't make much of a RoyEd story would it. No worries I plan on writing more! A bit fast paced for the first chapter but I wanted to set up quickly cause I can. |8) Any ways stay tuned for chapter two. I hope you guys enjoyed so far. Review my lovelies. ;c
-Jens