A/N: Sorry about the lateness, but it's still Friday, right? Remember what I said about this being 10 chapters? That completely changed. One boring day at school, I got the idea to merge two chapters, and now we have a longer (better) plot. Only few words for this – pokeperson01, you are right. Prepare for incoming hurt and angst. Because that's a good way to bond.


Chapter 7: Revelations


Roy had been rightfully dreading the night. He knew Edward needed to know this to make a more informed decision, but he was selfish enough to wish he had more time.

Edward had picked up on his tension, watching him carefully all through dinner. When he took and washed the dishes and came back to the hall, the werewolf stood in front of him with crossed arms.

"What's the matter, Roy? And if you say 'it's nothing', I will punch you. Your mind wasn't here at all during dinner."

He stopped, seeing Edward wasn't going to move out of the way.

"Edward, sit down. You will need it."

Though confused, the boy followed the orders of his caretaker, sitting down on the sofa as Roy sat opposite to him.

"Do you know the work of a soldier?" Roy interlaced his fingers and placed his chin on them, elbows on his knees, as he waited for Edward's reaction.

"I don't see what that has to do with anything." On Roy's serious look, he added, "Protecting the country?"

"What do you know about the Ishval Civil War, Edward?" Roy expected the golden-haired child to know quite a lot, considering Resembool was close to Ishval and news always spread fast.

Edward thought for some time. "Some soldier shot an Ishvalan child, a war began and the Amestrians killed a lot of innocent Ishvalans?"

Not as much as Roy had hoped, but it was somewhere to start. "Until that time, supernaturals were relatively unknown in Amestris, existing only among the Ishvalans."

"If this is for a history lesson, can't we wait till tomorrow?" The werewolf yawned, covering his mouth with a hand politely, as if to prove his point.

"You need to know this." There wasn't something in Roy's voice that told Edward the vampire was serious.

"In 1901, an Amestrian soldier accidentally shot and killed an Ishvalan child. This war lasted for seven years, and in 1908, the Fuhrer issued Order 3066. It forced all soldiers with special battle-related skills to be sent to the frontlines. I… was one of them. My strength was in explosives, along with another State Paranormal named Kimbley."

Edward frowned, taking some time to understand the information overload. "You said two years. You… Ishval…"

"Yes. I became a vampire during the Civil War."

"I still don't see how this is related."

"Patience, Edward. I promise you'll understand the point of what I am saying by the time I am done." Roy leaned back, clasping his hands in his lap as he remembered the war.

"The Ishvalans were a group of supernaturals, with a pact of peace between the vampires and werewolves. When Order 3066 was issued, the Ishvalans were at a great disadvantage. It was at this time they resorted to changing humans into supernaturals." Roy stiffened, his newborn stage coming to mind.

"Riza, Maes and I were just few of many. Maes managed to get past his newborn stage in six days, and he told me it was his girlfriend in Central that pulled him through." He smiled. Gracia had been Maes' light in Ishval, and the only reason Roy had seen an expression of genuine happiness on his friend's face at that time.

"I, however, was… worse off. My newborn rage lasted for nine days, and within that short period of time, I managed to kill more Ishvalans than I had in the three weeks I had been there. It took Maes restraining me to stop me from attacking our comrades." Roy looked down at the look of shock and horror that passed through Edward's face.

Words flitted into his mind. 'Roy, stop this madness. I know you're there, now get up and show that will you had when you said you'd be Fuhrer!'

He laughed bitterly. "It's a fact that in 1908, many Ishvallans died through flames." He clenched his fists, watching Edward flinch. He deserved every bit of the pain he had got and was going to get.

"It was at the same time the military realized the Rockbell doctors were also helping Ishvalans. With their power of bio-manipulation, helping Ishvalans who would only rejoin the battlefield to fight Amestrian soldiers, as well as their werewolf heritage, they were deemed a threat." He spoke without considering his words. If he did, he knew he would stop, that he would be unable to go on.

"The then-Colonel Basque Grand ordered their execution." His nails dug into his palms at this point. "I was forced to carry it out."

Edward jumped out of his seat, eyes wide. "No," the boy said, as if it would make everything absolute.

"Edward, I killed the Rockbell doctors," he said wearily. "I shot them, and they died holding a picture of their family. They died by my hand. And I was too much of a coward to kill myself."

"No! You… you can't have…" Edward watched him, waiting for him to say it was all a macabre joke.

He looked back, eyes haunted by the acts he had done and the past he could never change. What could he say to the boy?

Edward bolted. He rushed to the door, opening it with a turn of the key and ran out, down the stairwell.

Roy stood up, frozen to the spot. He had expected screaming and shouting, but not Edward running away. Hurt and guilt stabbed at him in succession, and the shock kept him standing like that for minutes.

'You idiot. He ran out at a time of hunting. He's not safe, so go find him.' He followed Edward's path, but he was too late. The boy wasn't there, and he couldn't catch a sight of the unusual golden hair.


He didn't care where he went. This just couldn't be true. But the look in Roy's eyes, the blazing honesty, it burnt a hole in him.

Tears pricked his eyes as he remembered Sarah and Yuriy Rockbell. The stunned silence when they got the letter telling them of the death of the Rockbells. How Al and he comforted Winry as the girl broke down.

'Roy, why?' He screamed internally. He wanted some answers, he wanted Roy to tell him there was a reason the man had done that other than his orders, which he could have easily ignored. 'If you had stayed there, you would have gotten answers.'

He stopped near an alley, feeling a shiver run up his spine. There was nobody around, and yet all his senses told him to protect himself. He spun around, feeling uncomfortable.

"Well, what do we have here? Are you lost, poor cub?" A voice came, and a woman appeared from the shadows of the nearby building. Her scarlet eyes were filled with concern. "Why are you away from your pack?"

"Don't you smell it, Alexia? He's been around a vampire for a long time, the traitor." A man walked forward from the alley, and in the dim light, Edward couldn't make out much of him.

Traitor. "She deserved to die, the traitor."

"What do you know? He's been around that colonel." A new person. Edward didn't like this. Not one bit.

The eleven-year old took some steps backwards, and Roy's warning came to him. Not to go out, because both werewolves and vampires would hold a grudge against him. It was the reason why he stayed cooped up at Roy's home, and only knew Gracia, Maes, Riza and Roy in Central. He didn't know anybody other than these four, and had only heard stories about the rest of Roy's team.

"The one you hate?" The woman, Alexia, asked.

"He and those other State Paranormals give all of us a bad name. He killed so many Ishvalans with no remorse; how can he even live with himself?"

Edward had seen the remorse in Roy's eyes. He knew the vampire felt guilty, and yet those words sparked a slight doubt within him with the tone that said the man believed his own words.

"Bet you didn't know that," the second man said, looking at Edward.

"Stay back," the boy warned, fear filling him as three more men surrounded him. He was up against a small pack, and he didn't like the one to six odds.

"Alfred, Indolf, he's getting scared. Leave him alone, he's just a child."

Edward would have vehemently denied that if he hadn't been so frightened.

"Alexia, what are you talking about? He's related to that Mustang, this is the best chance we have to get revenge. What about your brother Gilbert?" He spoke to Edward. "Did you know those soldiers killed an innocent man just because he was half-Ishvalan?"

"Alfred," the lady sighed, her one word laced with pain.

"What do I have to do with it?"

"If you are with that vampire even after having heard what he did, you are both a traitor and a heartless child. And I'm sure he'll feel the exact pain we did when you turn up injured."

Alexia spoke up, and Edward desperately wished the woman could help him, "He is a cub, Alfred."

"A cub that sides with the enemy. A wild, untamed cub." The man, Alfred, turned into a light brown wolf.

Edward closed his eyes and focused on the weak pull of the moon. He gave into it, grimacing at the pain that came with transformation. He still hadn't got used to that weird feeling when his whole body shifted to a wolf's.

Except two males, the remaining four turned to wolves. As Alfred leapt at him, Edward sidestepped, letting his claws rake at the wolf's side. It was not a very deep cut, and scarlet lightly glistened on his claws.

But he was only one. The pack had the advantage over him, and they mercilessly used it. One rammed into him, and another bit him when he was down. His wounds were not that painful, and it seemed as if they weren't going for a killing blow.

He got a few seconds of reprieve from the coordinated attacks, and he growled, raising one paw and hitting it firmly on the cemented pavement. Parts of it flew up, aiming at the werewolves. Edward watched in surprise; he didn't know he had a paranormal ability.

"That's mental-based," Alfred growled. "Ferrokinesis. Even more proof you are on the vampire's side."

The werewolf rammed him again, and this time, his head hit the alley wall and he slumped down, unconscious.

Roy, having searched all around the area and still having found no sign of Edward, frantically called the Hughes, hoping his best friend could help him.


A/N: I know it's a bit cliché, but I couldn't resist. And I'm sorry I'm not good at fight scenes. Misc. Info (I keep forgetting to put this): Turned vampires, like Roy, aren't affected by sunlight. However, pureblood vampires lose at least half their power when they are out in sunlight.

Hope you liked it!