Hey all, Heres chapter seven of the story. Once again, thanks to HappiestUnderClouds for being my beta, and I do not own FMA. The only thing I own are my original characters here. Please read and review. Plesent reading.


Edward walked into his office and fell into his leather chair with a sigh; both of his advisors looked upon him nervously. "My Lord, how did everything go tonight?" Splendora asked while straightening piles of paperwork on her desk. "As fine as can be expected with the attempted assassination of the Führer; on the bright side, we can have Jacob Riley taken off the wanted list. He won't be bothering anyone ever again" Edward said with a slight smile on his face and a hint of a fang showing.

"I'll make note of it for our contacts in the military. Also, the vampires and werewolves refused to change their meeting. They both agree that as the leader of the supernatuals, you should be able to save the Führer and have time to meet with them in the same night, along with all your other responsibilities. You have half an hour to reach the safe grounds."

Edward glared at the sable-haired woman and groaned as his left hand came to rest on his forehead. "Well that's just great, now I have to deal with both of those groups thinking they could do a better job than me, along with a potential border conflict between the two. You would think that after two years of this they would learn." Ed set back up in the chair, resting both of his elbows on his desk and tented his hands while frowning. This would have reminded anyone of Mustang's crew of Mustang himself. "Do tell me that you have good news for me tonight?"

The sable-haired woman exchanged a glance with her black-haired counterpart before looking at Edward again. Ed lowered his hands and started tapping his flesh fingers on the desk. "I'm not in the mood for this beating around the bush nonsense, Lysander, what is Splendora not telling me?" Ed questioned, irritation obvious in his voice.

Lysander fidgeted in his seat, unable to look Edward in the eye. "After I brought back the vampire, before I threw him in the dungeons, I took out the knife so as to get some answers out of him. Well, as soon as I started trying to question him, he ran and locked himself in the bathroom, grabbed a book of matches and set himself on fire. By the time I got through the door, he was already a pile of ash. I'm sorry My Lord; I accept any punishment that you see fit." Lysander groveled; flinching back as he finally looked at Edward.

Edward was seething in rage; eyes reverting quickly back to the pure red color that had inhabited them hours ago. "Let me get this straight," Edward hissed as he reached out and grabbed his underling by the collar, voice low and laced with fury as pure as his eye color. "You let the only link to whoever is after the Führer's blood kill himself? I have dismissed your past failures, but I cannot dismiss this." Edward slowly released Lysander's collar and closed his eyes, the attempt to calm himself down visible to both advisors in the room. "I will deal with you after this hell of a meeting." He opened his eyes again to reveal they were back to their normal hypnotic gold. "Splendora, take care of the office and any business that might arise while I'm out, and keep an eye on Lysander, make sure he doesn't do anything stupid."

With that said, Edward walked out of the room and proceeded to the aforementioned safe grounds, leaving a glaring Lysander in his wake. Splendora sighed and looked at Lysander from behind her desk. "How is it that you keep pissing the boss off? It's almost like you do it on purpose."

Lysander turned to face her while continuing to glare, red slowly creeping into his eyes. "I can't stand being his underling, it's always 'yes my lord', 'no my lord', 'whatever you say my lord', and I'm sick of it! I should be the one in charge, not that young little whelp. I'm centuries older than him and have that much more experience. I, not him, should be the ruler of the dark side!"

Splendora stood up, walked around the desk and slapped Lysander across the face, ignoring the shocked face of the vampire. "How dare you? Edward has nearly eliminated all inter-fighting among the supernaturals, he has nearly made the mortal world think that we could be the good guys in stories and not the villains, and to top it all off, he has saved both of our lives countless of times. We owe our lives to him and more, so stop complaining and do your job." Lysander watched with a slack jaw and Splendora sat back down in her seat and returned to her paperwork. "You're right Splendora; I apologize for bad mouthing Edward. It won't happen again." He returned to his own seat and started his own paperwork for the night.

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Hours later, just as dawn was approaching, Edward walked stiffly into his office before leaning against the wall. "You seem tired my Lord, why don't you have a seat?" Splendora asked while handing him a cup of steaming liquid. "Thanks Splendora, but I dare not sit. If I do I won't be able to get back up. Vampires and werewolves can be the most stubborn creatures imaginable. It took them hours to come to a civil agreement, non withstanding the growling and hissing that ensued anytime a hint of insult was present." "Can I do anything for you, My Lord?" Lysander asked meekly from his chair. Edward turned his gaze on the disgraced vampire and frowned. "No, Lysander, and you still have a punishment coming your way. Come here."

Lysander walked over to where Edward had motioned and felt Edward's hands on either side of his head. He looked up into red eyes and sighed, he knew what was coming. It felt like something in his head started to turn and stopped in the wrong position. "There, you are blocked from creating mind shields for a month. It will automatically reverse itself so I won't have to do this again." Lysander walked back to his seat as Edward sighed. "You both know how I hate to do that, but I had no choice." Edward looked out the window and saw the brilliant blue overpowering the black sky as the sun started to breach the horizon. "Now if you both will excuse me, it has been a long night. Good days rest to both of you." He slipped into his room for the day while the other two made for their own.

Inside his room, Lysander was fuming. "He took my gift! How dare he? I should be the leader, not him," he growled to himself as he laid down in bed, thoughts obsessed with the loss of his gift.

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Meanwhile across town in Mustang's office

"Sir, we have a pressing matter that needs your attention now." Hawkeye said slightly out of breath as she entered the room. Mustang sighed. "What is it now? I just finished dealing with the Drachma dignitary and I sincerely need a drink." Hawkeye, who was used to death and torture in the military, shocked Roy as she proceeded to turn a sickly shade of green.

"A crime scene sir, and a bad one at that. It appears that wolves and other creatures that cannot be identified have attacked a small village thirty minutes to the east of here. It has been requested that you supervise the crime scene and get there immediately." "All right, I'll leave now. Take care of the office while I'm gone." He walked out of the door, wondering why wolves and other animals would be doing attacking a town that never had any problems with wolves before.

On the train ride to Grove Town, Roy had plenty of chances to wonder if these wolves and other creatures belonged to Edward's world. Roy groaned with a sudden realization how bad this could actually become. "Crap, I really hope these are normal wolves and other such animals, I don't want to have to bring Edward into this." He looked out the window as the train rolled into the station only to be greeted by the town center surrounded by yellow crime scene tape and blood splashed across store fronts. Roy walked down the station stairs and across the station yard to a waiting military officer. "What the hell happened here?" The officer whose name Roy could not recall saluted him and led him to the edge of the crime scene. "No clue, Sir. Just heard a bunch of weird noises and howling last night. We ignored it because wolves roam these woods all the time and never hurt a fly, but this morning on our way to breakfast we were intercepted by the mail boy who led us to this."

Roy slipped under the tape and walked up to one of the bodies, examining it from top to bottom. Roy suddenly understood why Riza turned green that morning. Slash marks ran bone deep across the first victim's chest. Blood covered the wound and saturated the ground around him. His head lying next to him, eyes wide and dilated. The second body was in much better shape than the first, the cause of death appeared to be exsanguination, complete blood loss, from what appeared to be a torn out throat. The rest of the other dozen bodies appeared to be in the same condition as these two.

Roy looked to the sky and realized what he had to do. He turned his gaze towards the sun, which was at its zenith. "I wish it were night so I could get Edward to look at this. Crap, I don't even know how to get a hold of him." "What was that Sir?" The military officer asked from behind him. Roy shook his head, "Nothing, just muttering to myself. I'll take charge of this crime scene, get all the evidence collected that you can, and get someone to take these bodies to the morgue. Do not mess up a single detail, not even to close their eyes." Roy walked over to lean against the porch of the local eatery, the only place that had shade.

A few hours later, the bodies and all the evidence had been collected and the bodies moved to the morgue. Roy was sitting at the desk in his room in the hotel filling out paperwork on the crime scene not even half a block away.

"You needed my help here Roy?"

Roy jumped out of his seat in shock, the unexpected voice in his room startling him out of his train of thought. "Don't you ever knock, damn it? I think you're trying to give me a heart attack too." Roy huffed with his hand over his chest. "Not this time, no. I heard your call and here I am. Let me guess, the blood in the center of town is why I'm here, correct?" After catching his breath, Roy walked to the door, grabbed his coat and motioned for Edward to follow him. "Follow me, you need to see this."

Walking across town had been strange. Roy watched Edward secure a black wide brim hat on his head along with making sure the collar of his long black jacket was covering his neck. After entering the hospital and heading to the morgue, Roy stood next to two gurneys' and pulled off the cover sheet.

Edward's gold eyes scanned the bodies before him, before frowning with a sigh.

"I'm sorry Roy, I take full responsibility for what happened here last night."


Hope you all liked this chapter. Sorry for the cliffy, hope to get the next chapter out in at least a week. Please read and review, I like reviewes. :D