A/N: As I stated in my previous chapter, I have two FMA fanfics that I'm working on. After some thoughts, I decided to put off the other one and work on this since I have three hand-written chapters already. Yes, I write my fanfics, I find it easy to write it down first so that I can write my thoughts done in case I forget later and when I type it up, I'll know if there are typos that need fixing or I can add or change things. Oh, I also forgot to mention for my previous chapter that Ed is 5 years old.
I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist and the characters they belong to Hiromu Arakawa. I only own the fanfic. The title of the song belongs to HIM.
Now then, let's get this fic on the road!
Chapter 2 The Thirst
I came awake to a splitting headache and a terrible thirst. My eyelids fluttered open and I noted how heavy they felt after I pried them open. I was lying on back, but I noticed that I was on something that didn't resembled grass as I stared up at a ceiling and not the sky. I slowly moved my arms to the side, feeling a sheet under my questing hands as my left hand brushed against a coarse wall and my right hand found the edge of the bed. I turned my head to take in my new surroundings or least as much as I can from turning my head. I was in a cellar or basement judging by the dampness I could smell.
The thirst grew fierce within me, making my stomach clench and my throat feel raw. I could hear the drip, drip, drip of water somewhere in my room, I tried to sit up, but my body felt heavy. I rolled over, I fell off the bed, and I hit the floor with a grunt. It took some effort, but I managed to get to my hands and knees and following the sound of the water, crawled towards it. I reached the source and stared up at the crack in the ceiling the water was falling from and I turned my gaze down to the water pooling into a hole in the floor. I was thirsty, but I felt myself hesitate. The water looked clean but I was wary of possible parasites that could be swimming about. The need to quench my aching throat and stomach won in the end.
I leaned down to the water, pressed my lips to the cool liquid and sucking up the water. As soon as I swallowed my first mouthful, I quickly pulled away, and vomited it up. My ears caught the sound of a door unlocking and opening as I continued heaving and gazed up at the newcomer as I finished dry heaving. I saw it was the vampire.
"How are you feeling little one?" he asked with a sweet tone.
"I'm so thirsty, but the water didn't help and it came back out." I answered with a whimper.
The vampire smiled tenderly at me. "Perhaps this will help."
He knelt down close to me and I back away from him, not very far however. I watched as the vampire pulled a sleeve back and cut his wrist again. The scent of his blood hit me, it should've repulsed me, but it smelt so good and without a second thought, I grabbed hold of his wrist and latched onto the cut. My eyes closed as with each swallow eased the thirst in me and I clung on harder when the vampire tried to pull away.
With a curse, the vampire broke my hold and shoved me to the dirty floor. I finally came to my senses and horror filled me at what I just did.
"W-what did you do to me?" I asked, praying what I suspected to be true and desperately wish I could get rid of the blood in my mouth.
The vampire confirmed my suspicion. "Why my dear boy, I made you into a vampire."
My eyes widen and now that the headache disappeared, I realized that I could see clearly in the windowless room. I slowly ran my tongue over my upper teeth and cried out when I felt my canines were now longer and sharper.
"Why? Why did you do this to me?" I sobbed.
I saw confusion on the vampire's face at my question. "I told you last night. You are beautiful and it would've been a waste to watch your beauty waste away as you grew old." he reached out to caress my cheek.
Horror made way to anger and I smacked his hand away.
"What gave you the right to do this to me?" I asked, glaring at him.
I watched as his features changed to hurt. "I was doing you a favor."
"Favor?!" I asked incredulous. "You didn't ask me if I wanted this!"
"We're going to be a family. Me and you."
He reached out to stroke my cheek again and again I smacked it away. "I had a family and you took me away from them! I hate you, you bastard!" I screamed.
The vampire's features changed to anger, he got to his feet, turned, and walked out the room–no, my cell– with a slam of the door. I shook with anger as I heard him lock the door. I ran my hands over my face as I thought of my situation.
I'm a vampire. I thought bitterly.
I opened my eyes and looked around my cell again. I heard the stories about how vampires are heartless killers with no remorse who they kill. I didn't want to become like that. I would rather die then become a monster too. I searched for something aid me on my suicidal thought. Much to my disappointment, the room was sparse. There wasn't a single piece of wood or loose stone that I could use. I sighed and climbed onto the bed and I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling.
The thought of my family and home surfaced, pushing my suicidal thought out the way. I wondered how Al was doing. Was he worried about me? Was Winry? Pinako? Yeah, they must be.
I want to go home. My heart clenched at that thought and I was surprise that my heart could do that. I thought people's heart died when they become vampires. I'm certainly learning some things about myself, but that's not enough to make me look on the bright side.
"What am I going to do?" I asked aloud and didn't get an answer back. Then I wondered if I would see the vampire again.
He came back the next night and I took that opportunity to try to escape. I waited for him to come to the middle of the room, and then I kicked him in the shin as hard as I could, and as he cursed and clutched his leg, I ran for the door. I barely took a step out when he recovered. He grabbed hold of me and flung me into the wall. I cried out as I collapsed to the floor from the pain and I heard the door lock behind him.
He came back a few minutes later with a chain and shackle. He grabbed me, dragged me to where that bed was and I noticed a ring attached to wall, he attached the chain to the ring, and I felt the shackle bite my skin as he attached it to around my ankle. When the bastard left again, I tried with all my might to break the chain, but I was annoyed that I couldn't break the damn chain with my vampire strength. I even tried using my teeth to break the chain. Let me tell you that that hurt like hell and I was sure I broke some of my teeth. Eventually I gave up.
He came back a few hours later to offer me his blood again and when I refused him, he left me alone and didn't return. The thirst came back on the second night of my isolation and gotten worse on the third night. I could feel my stomach tighten, it almost felt something had taken hold of my stomach and with claws and was slowly squeezing. I ended up biting my right wrist with my new fangs and drinking my own blood in hopes it would help alleviate the gnawing pain.
It didn't.
As the days went by, I feared the vampire abandon me, leaving me to die in this room. Even sleep became impossible, the thirst or hunger was a constant companion whether I'm awake or trying to sleep and I couldn't stop the whimpers from escaping as I curled into a ball on the bed. It felt like I would go mad before Death would claim me.
I suppose that's what that bastard was waiting for. My eyes snapped open as the door unlocked and I watched with unfocused eyes as the vampire walked into the room. I was upon him like a feral beast when he was within reach. I ripped his sleeve back, exposing his wrist; I caught sight of the artery, and sank my fangs into it. I felt the bones creak as I tighten my hold on his arm as I fed. And like before, the pain eased as I sucked his blood.
I was aware of the vampire stroking my hair. "See? You wouldn't be able to make it without me. You need me."
No. I thought as I tighten my hold a little more at his words. I will always deny you and I will kill you for what you did to me. I promised silently.
