OMG another authors note.
Kai: My sister isn't here right now, so I am going to do this before she screws it all up again.
My girlfriend wants me to be some guy named Dell Honne for the convention, who is a vocaloid. I have no idea what the hell a vocaloid is (message me if you do) so I have to google him later.
On a dumb, retarded note, I have to walk to school each day (Yui goes later because I have before school activities) and it turns out, after the cold, exhausting walk for 20 minutes, it turns out theres a two-hour late start so I had to walk all the way back. It pissed me off. So Yui decided to hug me to make me feel better.
She epicly failed.
Enjoy the story. I am PISSED. So bad things are going to happen to Edo. evil chuckle. Like Rape. Or worse.
Ed slipped into unconsciousness. Why he thought they would let him just walk off with information like that he did not know.
One thing was for certain. He was screwed.
Where the fuck was he anyway? He was in a totally black space with a floor that looked like a checker board. He looked up. Gosh, the horizons allllll the wayyyyyyy over there.
Ed thought he sounded drunk. Or high.
Was he dying? He wasn't sure. All he was aware of was a prodding feeling in his shoulder.
It kept poking him. Whatever it was.
Edward awoke to a dimly lit room lit by candlelight. He was lying on a bed with clean white sheets and pillows and simple wooden furniture. His inn room.
Thank god. It was all a dream. He didn't die! What a stupid thing to think about. His neck was aching because he slept funny. No vampires, no dying. He just fell asleep. That's all.
But when he reached up to his neck to massage it, he stopped, and his blood ran cold. Two small holes, so small it was as if they were made by pencils. They were scabbing up, but they were right next to each other, the distance between them suggested….
Fangs.
Edward felt cold. Very cold. He was desperate for warmth. He lunged off the bed and quickly made a fire in the small mantle in his room. The small fire blazed, bathing the room in warmth.
It wasn't working. His skin felt stone cold. Even though he was a good foot away from the flames, they provided no warmth whatsoever. He felt like he was withdrawing from a drug addiction. In a last attempt, he thrust his hands into the flames.
Prickling with pain, the hands remained cold. The pain was unbearable, but there still was no heat. Pulling his (now burnt) hands out of the flames, he watched as his hand's skin grew over the burns, and all of a sudden, it was as if they never were burnt in the first place.
Oh no.
"I am a vampire. An undead being that was created by being bitten by another vampire." Her words echoed through his mind.
His mind raced back to that rainy day. She had bitten him and drained his blood to prevent from telling anyone about the vampires. But she didn't finish the job, and now he was, he was….
A monster. He was one of them.
But what else did she say? She said he needed to drink blood to survive right? So why hadn't he had any urges?
"Well, not yet you don't." came a voice from his open window. Rain was still pouring down, and thunder struck, silhouetting the shape of a girl sitting there. The vampire.
"What did you do to me?" Ed cried, shivering. The pain from the flames was the closest thing to heat he had felt, and now, in desperation, he was sub-consciously clawing his arms in desperation.
She sighed, rolling her eyes. "I infected you. The vampiric state is caused by a virus. When you are bitten, the virus infects you, making you cold. The coldness makes you crave blood and heat. Right now, you're in the partial stage."
Ed snapped. "So what makes you a full vampire?" Blood dripped from his arms, but then healed. Then Ed clawed them open again.
"Blood." She replied simply. "Upon consuming blood, the virus mutates and kills the host, but then raises them up again as a blood consuming creature."
"So all I have to do is not drink blood?" Ed asked. He hadn't craved blood yet, so he thought he was fine.
"Yeah, for eighty eight days. But as the virus spreads through your body, you begin to crave it more and more. Oh and one more thing. You're cold right?"
Ed nodded enthusiastically, but was then taken by surprise when she came up and embraced him. The heat from contact with her skin was overwhelming, and he trembled in sheer pleasure. He twitched on accident.
Caressing him, the vampire girl whispered close to his ear "The only heat you can get is from contact with a living body."
Ed's mouth suddenly went dry and he was taken over by an urge to just bite into the porcelain white neck just centimeters away from his face. The veins in her neck were practically screaming "Bite me! Bite me!"
Ed's sheer resolve and willpower was the only thing keeping him from doing so. And it only kept him from it by a little bit.
"Go to sleep now Edward. I'll take you places when you awake." She whispered.
"Whu…..wha….what's your name?" Ed asking, trying to clear the fogginess in his head that was making him sleepy.
He could feel her mouth move in a small smile. "Well… I'll tell you when you awake, ok?"
"mmphkay…" And Ed blacked out.
As Edward falls asleep in the vampire's arms, she places him back on his bed. Her arms leave his body, and the coldness returns. Ed shivers, and she frowns. Then she leans over and kisses him on the cheek.
It was the warmest thing Edward had ever felt.
She leaves through the window, keeping the fire blazing, unaware of the tragedy that was about to happen.
"HOLY CRAP! EVERYONE RUN!"
"Why is the inn on fire?"
"Oh god, somebody help them!"
The inn blazed with incredible heat, illuminating the raindrops as the fell. The ground was scarlet for twenty feet around, and a crowd of people surrounded the fire.
"Is anyone in there?"
"No! We evacuated everyone! Unless they didn't hear us banging on their door!"
"So someone could still be in there?"
Everyone fell silent as the inn's wooden foundation burned and gave away to the weight. The building collapsed and one of the walls shattered, exposing a young man, (more like a boy) with long blonde hair sleeping peacefully. The collapse flung the boy onto the burning floor, face down. He hadn't moved.
"OMG somebody save him!"
"We can't! the beams holding up the roof are too weak!"
"The poor boy!"
Many of the people present began to weep, not noticing the llama padding toward the boy, mouthing his hair, and pulling him out of the burning wreckage. Hiding him in a ditch beside the road, he stood guard, waiting for his master.
"Wait! Where did the boy go?"
"Was he a ghost?"
The shouts of confusion soon died away as people dispersed. And the night was quiet again.
A man was walking toward the llama and the sleeping boy (How hard does he sleep!). His black cloak whipped around his body in the harsh wind, and the man had to hold his top hat onto his head. Upon coming up to the llama he petted it.
"Good boy Carl. Good boy."
Then he bent over, slung the unconscious body over his shoulder, and strode off, followed closely by Carl, the llama.
Kai: If all of you are wondering what the hell llama's are doing in an FMA fan-fic, well my friend and fellow user Gaara'd told me to. And she will kick my ass if I don't, so go figure. Also, fan-fiction user Mortichai, who is also my friend came up with er… the interesting scene that comes up in the next chapter.