Roy opened his eyes. He was in a dark room but he could smell something cold near him. He felt like there was fire running through his veins. "Why am I not dead?" He said, his voice cracking.
"Ilya does not kill his victims. Ilya transforms them into Ilya's new son or daughter, da?"
"Ilya transforms them into his new…" Roy repeated before realizing what had been said. "Oh, no. No. Kill me instead."
"Hmm. Nyet. Ilya does not think so. Ilya wishes you happy new life."
"Who is Ilya?"
The person stepped forward. It was the vampire he had been fighting. "Ilya is Ilya." He pointed to himself. "Ilya sees you are strong. Ilya thinks you would be good son. What is name of Ilya's new son?"
"Roy," he found himself saying automatically.
"Ah, Roy is a good Western name, da? Ilya thinks you look like Andrei."
"Andrei?"
"Da. Andrei. Ilya always wanted son to be named Andrei."
"My name is Roy."
"Nyet, Roy's name is Andrei."
Roy found himself no longer able to protest. "My name is Andrei," he said, tiredly.
"Good Andrei, da? Now, Ilya has something to tell Andrei. Andrei is only beginning his transformation to vampire. Andrei will be a fully-fledged vampire in month if Andrei does not drink blood before then. Ilya must now go tell humans that Andrei lives."
Andrei slumped up against the wall, fighting the urge to throw up as his father drifted out of the room. He could feel a presence in the back of his mind whispering 'Roy Mustang, rank Colonel, don't forget it' over and over again.
