Okay, a couple of weeks have passed in the story. During that time Roy and Ed were practice sparring without a sign of Kimblee and Roy begins to search for houses o they can confuse Kimblee.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Beams of sunlight went through the window, revealing a pair of men lying in a blue room. A small blonde lay asleep in the raven's arms, smiling softly. The raven had already awakened and was running his fingers through the blonde's golden hair. The raven then opened his eyes, which were so dark a blue that they were nearly black. Today, those eyes were glimmering with suspense, anticipation, and happiness. With a shake of the head the man got up and pulled on a shirt. With a last look at the young teen on the bed, he pulled the covers up on said teen before walking out the room, a pair of car keys dangling in his hands.
I sleepily opened my eyes before shutting them quickly at the glaring sunlight that dared to enter my room. My room? I reopen my eyes, raising a hand to shield them, and saw blue. So Roy dropped me off at my room. I look to my right, trying to find him. Speaking of Roy, where is the bastard?'
It is about now I start noticing some things. 1: Roy is gone to some-make-believe god's knows where. 2: I can't smell any food cooking. 3: Finally, today was April 8, my birthday.
"Roy Mustang, when I find you I am going to kill you." I growl. Then my stomach makes a noise and I groan. "Damn you Roy. You could have at least made food before ditching me." With that I stood up and walked downstairs.
I looked to my left and saw a note sitting on the table that had Roy on the front. This should be good.
Ed had to go out and get some things. By the way, sorry to have you wake up alone today, but I did make you your favorite breakfast. There on the oven on a plate with tinfoil over it. Enjoy and I shouldn't take long. Roy.
"Hmp… Wait, he made my favorite breakfast? He didn't!" I ran to the stove and saw the plate. Not even waiting I ripped off the tinfoil and my mouth watered. "He did. Maybe I won't kill him." I looked at the beauty on the stove. There were about 20 pancake balls on the plate, with a bow of syrup, powdered sugar, and toothpicks next to the stove. I smile and swallowed. Practically skipping to the silver ware, I grabbed one and ran to the table, plate in my hand. About 3 minutes later all that was left was an empty plate in front of me. "I'm thirsty." I say to nobody. I stand up and walk to the sink.
After speedily washing all the dishes I grab a cup and walk to the fridge. I then smile seeing there were real drinks in there and not just blood. Scooping up a can of Pepsi I walk to the living room to find another note telling me to pack because we were moving since Kimblee had seen us. Damn it Roy, making me work on my birthday. Oh well, it could be worse. I look at the clock and note that is 8:30. I sigh and start packing boxes.
I heard a door open and close quietly. I look at the clock and see it is 9:15. I then look at the boxes splayed out around me. Twenty-seven boxes in 45 minutes. Again, being half vampire isn't too bad. I quietly get up and walk to the front door. Roy is hanging up his coat and pocketing his car keys. He looks disheveled and tired. I almost faltered in my plan to make him feel bad, but then I remember today.
"Where have you been?" I ask sharply.
Roy whirls around, surprise in his eyes. "I was looking at some houses. Didn't you read the notes?"
"Yes, I did. Speaking of those, do you remember what today is?" he looks at me puzzled, but his eyes have a knowing knowledge in them.
"The 8th of April right?"
"Can you tell me what's special about today?"
"No, I'm sorry." Okay, that hurt a little.
I notice my eyes begin to fill with tears so I look down with my bangs concealing my face before I answer him. "Today is my fucking birthday! Bastard!" I say before turning around and running upstairs.
"Edward, wait!" I hear Roy call. Then I hear footsteps behind me and I speed up. Thankfully I make it to my room before he catches up. I then close the door, lock it, and enforce the wood and area around it with some of the metal I have around.
Roy just keeps banging on the door, trying to get it open while shouting at me to open the door in which I scream no. How dare he forget my birthday? I always remembered his things and important dates, but he can't even remember my birthday. "Arg!" I shout. Then I hear sound similar to breaking glass. I keep my head placed firmly between my knees.
"You okay Edo?" Roy calls through the door. That catches my attention.
"That wasn't you Roy?" I ask, slowly lifting my head up, but I keep my eyes shut.
"No. Are you ok Edo?" I then open my eyes and shriek. Everything that was in the room was in the air and spinning. The books, pillows, and alarm clock flew around the room. I looked at the floor and say my glass cup was broken. What is going on?! "Edward! What's going on! Are you ok? Answer me god damn it!" I stop my shriek and look at the door. All my anger left me and was replaced with fear. I wanted Roy. Almost immediately all the floating items fell to the floor with loud bangs and crashes. I flinch. "Edward!" Roy cries in anguish.
I jump of my bed and run to the door. With a clap I unlock it and run into Roy's arms. "Roy." I whisper. He looks at me and the room.
"Ed, what-"
"Please, not now. I don't even know." I say. My face was buried in Roy's embrace, but then he stiffened. Curious I looked around and saw Kimblee in front of the window watching us. The memory Roy showed me a few weeks ago suddenly came back and my anger flared back up. Suddenly I felt a weight in my pocket. Not even hesitating I reached in and pulled out a wooden stake. I knew that it was under my pillow a few seconds ago, but I ignored that. All I focused on was that Kimblee had hurt Roy and me and he was going to pay. "Kimblee, prepare yourself for hell." I growl before lunging forward.
I heard Roy try to grab my hand, but I moved too fast for him. I held my stake hand out and stepped to the right, looking for an opening. He step sided and flashed out his hand, the array's on his hands flashing a bright red. I ducked down and stuck my left foot out, attempting to trip him. He snarled as he lost his footing but used his hands and sprang back up a foot or two away. Then I saw a blur of black near the doorway shoot towards me. Roy, you damn idiot.
"Roy! Stay out of this." I shouted, turning my head towards his direction. He glared at me for a minute before they widened in horror.
"Edward, look out!" he said. Already expecting it, I ducked and rolled forward, missing Kimblee's attack. I shot to my feet and kicked out, aiming for his stomach. Kimblee dodged before he jumped out the window. I ran to the window and saw a man with long spiked hair running towards the trees bordering the house. "Damn it Kimblee!" I shout, frustrated. Damn good birthday this has been. I thought sarcastically.
I sigh before I hear a shuffle behind me. Still in battle-mode, I got ready to turn around violently before a warm pair of arms wrapped themselves around me. "Roy, this has to be the most interesting birthday I have ever had." I say, shrugging off his arms, all the while wanting to sink into them. He, however, tightens his grip and pulls me closer.
"I have to agree my Edo." He says softly. "Look what you did to the room Edo." I blink and look at the room. The items that were on the floor, broken, were even more broken and were scattered around the floor. The walls had foot prints on them and were broken in some places. There were also large splotches of blood trailing back to me. Roy seemed to notice that and turned me around.
"Let go of me." I say weakly.
"No Edo." He says. Stubbornness floods through me and I try to shake myself out of his grip again only for him to slam me into a wall, gently, and pin my hands to the wall by my wrists with one hand. I just squirm harder. "God damn it Edward, just hold fucking still." Roy snarls. I look up at him and bare my teeth, growling ferally. Roy pauses for a moment before his eyes widen again. He tightens his grip again, making me falter and whimper.
"Roy, that hurts." I say.
"Who changed you?" he pauses before looking at my eyes. "No, you're not changed yet, so why do you have fangs?" he murmurs so low I barely hear him. I stare at him confused, before my own eyes widen in shock.
"Let go of me now Roy! I am fine, I promise. I'll get you if I need help. Let me go!" I yell. At the last sentence he recoils as if struck before letting me go.
"When you're done meet me downstairs." He replies before walking out the room. After I'm sure he is downstairs I run to the bathroom down the hall and lock the door once I'm inside.
"Shit, I thought this finally went away." I mutter as I shrug my torn shirt off. I then look at my right shoulder. "God fucking damn it!" I yell. On my shoulder was a red tattoo of a snake swallowing its tail with a hexagram in the middle. That didn't bother me, it has been there. What bothered me was that it was glowing faintly. Damn it, so He's really is starting to wake back up. Damn.
"Ed, you ok?" Roy called through the door. Shit, I yelled that didn't I?
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just lost my balance for a second." I lie. I can almost hear him roll his eyes, but all he does is sigh and walk back downstairs. I then let out a breath and inspect the rest of my body. On my side, there are 5 large scratch marks. The guy has some damn sharp nails; though if his hand got that close why not blow me up? I sigh and search for the disinfectant. Just as I found it in the back of the cabinet, I felt a small burn in the area with the gashes. I lift my shirt back up and see my tattoo is glowing again and my scratches are closing. Damn, this thing is waking up faster than I thought.
I sigh and put the disinfectant back. I start to stand back up before pausing and reaching for the bandages. If I walk back downstairs without even a small gash Roy will suspect something. I unwrap it and wrap up my side where there is still some dried blood as well as my right shoulder to cover up my tattoo which was still glowing faintly. I swear again at than before turning off the light and walking downstairs.
"I fucking hate you Ed." Roy groaned. I just smirk, the incident this morning long forgotten. Roy said that in turn for forgetting my birthday he would take me anywhere I wanted. I then saw a commercial on the TV for a monster truck show and I wanted to go. It took half an hour of persuasion (and puppy dog eyes) to convince him to let me go. Now it was dark and over. Roy then took me to another lavish dinner.
Suddenly I felt chills on the back of my neck and I whirled around only to see an empty street. "Edo?" Roy calls. Guess it was just nothing.
"Yeah Roy?" I ask, turning back around. I blinked when I didn't see Roy, but then I felt a blindfold go over my eyes. I was about to struggle when a pair of hands reached up and stopped me from struggling.
"Calm down Ed, it's just me. Were going somewhere." Roy whispers behind me. I make an irritated noise.
"So, for this place the blindfold is necessary?" I ask.
"Of course it is." He replies as if it is the most obvious thing in the world. I groan and let him lead me where he wanted me to be. After a few minutes he stopped for a second. I figured we were at the destination so I started to lift the blindfold up. Roy's hand snapped out and caught me hand. I then felt hot breath on my ear. "You didn't really believe I forgot your birthday did you?" he whispered huskily in my ear. I couldn't help it and I shivered. Roy chucked and nuzzled my neck before standing strait up again. "Don't take off the blindfold until I say your name." he then places a kiss on my forehead and walks off. I groan and stand around. I hear some shuffling in front of me and then the noise stops. I hear a faint voice call my name and I rip of the blindfold.
I gasp and start to tear up. Every one of my friends from my hometown is here. Even my friend Winry. Roy appears next to me and wraps his arm around my shoulder. "Happy birthday Ed. I invited you're friends and reserved the bar tonight to make sure a repeat of last time doesn't happen." Roy whispers before kissing me again, sweetly, before letting me go and ushering me into the bar. I spend hours drinking and catching up with friends and making a fool of myself. By the time I reached my fifth glass I start to feel lightheaded.
Some fresh air might help. A voice says in my head. Unable to deny its logic, I tell the people nearest to me that I was going outside for a minute before rushing outside. I gulp in the fresh air, trying to get rid of the nauseas feeling before I see a dark shape out the corner of my eye. I reach to my side, already developing an instinct to reach there in a fight, only to realize I left my stake at home. Damn it, this isn't good. The figure approaches me quickly. I jump away only to slip. Suddenly the dark figure takes the shape of Roy and catches me.
"Roy, what were you doing in the dark out here?" I ask. I then notice Roy's eyes are a dark violet color instead of blue. I panic and start to squirm. The Roy imitation frowns and slams my head into a nearby wall. I gasp and the edge of my vision starts to turn back.
The stranger smiles and starts to carry me away. "Roy...Save...Me" I whisper with the last of my strength. Then I close my eyes and lose consciousness.
Oh, cliffy. See you next week (or sooner depending on the amount of time I get.) Can anyone guess what the tattoo has to do with the story, or how big of a part it plays?