A/N: Hello, my lovely reviewers and readers. I just have to say that hurricane Rita was a bitch and needs to go take some happy pills and go sit her raggedy ass down somewhere. FEMA sucks, Red Cross Sucks and Bush sucks. Man I love America! Anyway, I live in Beaumont and I have one thing to say: THE FUCKIN' EVACUATION WAS WORSE THAN THE GODDAMN HURRICANE! I'm so glad to be back home and back at the keyboard. Though my computer took a surge so now I'm working off a borrowed laptop, how weak is that. But what really bit my ass was the fact that I came home to a perfectly fine home with gas and water and three days later lights! I could have stayed at home for this shit. I understand that a lot of people went through more things than I did, but Jesus Christ I'm glad to be in my own bed and away from the sadistic people I call family. Anyway, I'm just now getting back to typing and I wanted say my deepest apologies for not updating quick enough. So I'm going to see if I can type twice as much and make this story worth the hurricane induced wait. So bear with me and send me some good long reviews so I can keep the inspiration. POWER TO HURRICANE RITA AND KATRINA VICTIMS!

On a brighter note, my friend and I are writing a novel together under the pen name Evanescence of Requiem. It's something we made up and once we're done I'd like for some of you who enjoy what few stories I write, and actually complete, to look for it if it gets publish. If you want a summary of it email me and I'll send it to you. You'll have to wait for a view of the characters, hopefully I'll be getting a scanner soon (with a computer) and I can fix them up for you guys. If you like the summary I'll send the first two chapters of it so I can get an outside opinion. I didn't want to post it here because it would defeat the purpose of us presenting it to the publishers. Anyway, those diehard fans of Cruel Angel please let me know how you feel with a good lengthy review of what you like and I'll improve on my writing skills as I go. I'm working hard and I love it when people tell what I'm doing right and wrong so don't hold back. I welcome flames too because after I read them I use them to heat my M.R.Es I always loose the heating package so I gotta use something

Cruel Angel

Chapter Five: In the Quiet of the Night

Clara always sat on the bed rocking back and forth in the hospital pajamas they had given her. Her haunting dull black eyes stared at the wall with the array on her chest marred and blurred beyond recognition. It had been exactly two weeks since her assault and the doctors had yet to find the culprit or the cure. As the days had gone by she had become increasingly violent. She'd beat at the walls and break windows until it was finally agreed upon to move her to a psychiatric ward where she was placed in a four-wall cell. Three were padded while the other was a large shatterproof two-way glass for observations to be made. There would be times when she'd be docile like a kitten then others when she'd scream and claw at her head as if trying to rid herself of a dark entity inside her skull. She did not eat nor sleep and at some points she would vomit any food they would force into her until they were left with giving her shots to keep fluids and nutrients in her body. Today she sat quietly on her bed in the corner petting a piece of the padding she had ripped off the wall during one of her fits still repeating the last words spoken to her by her attacker. Mustang stood outside the glass watching with a doctor and Hawkeye at his side. They were waiting for the Fuhrer to arrive and to make the time pass the doctor explained her condition and the tests they had been conducting on her.

"In reality there truly isn't a thing wrong with her. She's passed every test resulting in her being a normal healthy sane woman. No one can explain her eyes and the alchemists who came in to test her found only that her condition is the product of alchemy. They can't explain what type," the doctor explained.

"Well the alchemy part is obvious. Something has definitely been broken down and reformed inside her. The problem is it isn't there anymore and everyone else is too scared to touch the subject," Roy speculated.

"Which is why the responsibility rests with you, Major General Mustang," a female voice said.

They turned to see Fuhrer Marshall and a blue eyed blond walking towards them.

"Fuhrer Marshall, sir!" Both saluted. The man as he waved them off.

"At ease, soldiers. Major General Mustang, Brigadier General Hawkeye; I would like you to meet General Elise Million. She is my second in command and she will be your superior as long as you are on this case."

Mustang eyed the woman with an evaluating eye and immediately decided he did not like her. Her lips curved into a malicious smirk as she eyed them both. Hawkeye's eyes narrowed when those steel blue eyes landed on her in a lingering gaze. Mustang was glad Hawkeye didn't like her either.

"Sir, with all due respect, I'm sure my men and I can handle this investigation on our own. I've already chosen who is to fill intelligence and I assure you that we are entirely capable of capturing the threat."

"Don't, Major General Mustang. I don't wish to hinder your investigation nor do I require any information from you. I just have one order and that is that anything of major importance be reported to me and at the end of the investigation I would like a full report on the whole of it. Is that so much, Major General?" she stated with a smirk.

Mustang resisted the urge to growl. "No, sir. But-"

"Major General Mustang!" Maria Ross came running toward them. Ran up and gave a rushed salute before she began to explain her sudden intrusion. "Sir, there has been another attack in the Liore settlement! It's the same M.O. as the case from Aquoroya!"

"All right, send Havoc, Breda and Falman to investigate and have the body brought back here."

"Sir, there's something else!"

"What? There were two bodies?"

Ross shook her head. "No, sir. Alphonse Elric was there, Sir."

Hawkeye gave a look of surprise while Mustang nodded expressionlessly. "In that case I'll go myself."

"Mustang?"

All eyes turned to Million who brushed hair from her face. "I want a full report as to why one of the Elrics was there."

Mustang gave way to a glare but he still saluted the woman nodding curtly.

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Justice slid his dark glasses up further as they neared Central Headquarters grabbing Edward so that he would slowdown. They had run the whole way and though he was not tired he couldn't burst into military facility like that. Ed struggled giving the Ishbalan a confused and impatient look.

"I understand how you feel, but let's do this properly. You realize I can't go in there so I want you to go ahead and I'll be waiting at the train station tomorrow if things work out the way we want them."

"Why?"

"I'm going to help you. Now go. I'm sure you're brother needs you."

Ed nodded and ran into the building. Justice watched his new interest disappear behind the door before turning to go to a pay phone. He dialed the military operator and waited.

"Yes, connect me with the Fuhrer's secretary. It's Justice."

Inside an office a young brunette female sat at the desk typewriting a stack of documents with her green eyes tracing back and forth over the text. Her phone rang out breaking the silence of the office and she answered it without missing a beat of her paper work.

"Yes?"

"Kera."

She gasped creating a typo in her paperwork. The other officers in the room turned to stare at her in confusion. Clearing her throat and regaining her senses, she signaled that everything was fine and pressed the phone close to her mouth.

"Justice? You said you wouldn't call this number anymore-"

"Unless, I needed help."

"The Fuhrer won't help an Ishbalan."

"Of course he won't, but he will help someone who knows how to deal with the recent developments."

Kera narrowed her eyes in suspicion. "What proof do you offer that you have the means without us to do something?"

Justice smirked as he looked up at the fifth floor window that he knew was Mustang's office. "It's a matter of intellectual leverage. Let's just say, I have the Fullmetal. He and I have taken an interest in each other and he will do anything to help his brother."

"You're using Fullmetal!"

"Of course not! I'm not like you! Listen, Fullmetal is one of them and so is his brother. I get him to fully understand what is going on, he makes Asterius and Rubius understand, then he can do the rest. Plus, you have no option but trust me; otherwise I put all your secrets on the street. As long as you trust me I'll trust you, got it?"

Kera sighed and picked up a pen. "Where will they hit next."

"Zenotyne, then they will immediately go after the Wind and then Moon. The two halves of Florius Stone are still in Zenotyne and Asterius is the only one who can save them. He and Ed are the only ones they can't harm yet."

Kera's pen scratched against the paper quickly. "There will be an order sent to Major General Mustang this evening. He will be ordered under General Million for you and Fullmetal to accompany him on the mission to Liore and to be involved in all investigations."

Justice nodded. "Perfect."

"And Justice?"

"I know. As long as the Ishbalans remain safe we don't have a problem," he stated plainly before hanging the phone.

Inside, Edward knocked frantically on Mustang's door before barging in without waiting for an answer only to find the room empty. Neither Mustang nor his underlings were anywhere his sight. He turned to leave only to run dead into the object of his search. He looked up at Mustang who brushed past him and went to his desk.

"What it is it?"

Ed growled even though no sound came. He stomped to the general's desk and snatched a sheet of paper and a pen. He scribbled frantically and passed it quickly to Mustang. He suddenly missed Justice's habit of speaking for him. Mustang sighed and pushed the sheet of paper aside.

"I already know what's happened. He's in Liore with a woman called Rose. Alphonse had been in the crossfire of a criminal that we've been trying to track down since his attack in Aquoroya. I was hoping you and Alphonse would help but I guess he's already gotten in the middle of it."

Ed snatched the paper scratching the pen violently. "IS HE OKAY!"

"He's fine. Ross said he was fine but he's shell shocked and has been taken into custody by one of my own who's stationed in Liore. He'll look after him until we get there day after tomorrow."

Ed nodded and wrote. "I'm coming then."

Mustang nodded. "I hadn't expected anything less, Hagane."

Hawkeye entered the room with a letter and a file. Placing it on Mustang's desk she greeted Edward who nodded in return. "Sir, it's an order from General Million. She's sending one of her own with you. Some one called theSlayer Alchemist."

Mustang felt himself flinch at the sound of that name. "Interesting title, what's his name?"

"It doesn't say but he's eighteen years old and been under the military's guard since the Ishbal Rebellion. He just recently became a State Alchemist."

Mustang nodded. "She's sending a spy I bet. We'll just have to work as we normally do otherwise they'll think we're up to something." He eyed Ed who stood tapping his foot impatiently. "We're going to have to keep you with us at all times. That means don't investigate on your own!" Mustang ordered. "That's an order."

Ed twitched and made a face.

"I think I prefer it when you're nice and silent. One less headache."

Hawkeye held Ed by the back of his jacket while the boy did his best to put murdering hands on the smirking general. What made him angrier was that he couldn't respond the way he wanted to. He couldn't yell and scream and rant like he used to and that bothered him more than Mustang's comment about his mouth. Hawkeye released him when he finally accepted that he wasn't killing the pompous general today. He opted to stand with back turned and arms crossed. Mustang took a moment to examine the white trench coat that he hadn't noticed before. The pure color stood out more than the red from before yet it seemed so fitting for him making his blonde hair stand out like a halo of gold and the outfit had changed as well. When had Ed found time to go shopping? Whatever the answer, Mustang got the image of wings on the small alchemist's back with that outfit. Edward could definitely pass as a beautiful angel. Ed turned feeling eyes on his back only to find Mustang talking to Hawkeye.

"What time will the train leave?"

"5 a.m., sir. We're trying to be as discreet as possible. They want to keep it away from the media but information keeps leaking through since there is no one manning the Intelligence department. The Taboo Alchemist will meet us. Also, the Taboo Alchemist has some knowledge on this alchemy they've been using to commit the crimes and-"

Ed slammed his hand on the desk catching both of their attentions. Hawkeye looked down at the paper beneath Ed's hand. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN ALCHEMY?"

Hawkeye sighed and looked at Mustang questioningly. He nodded closing his eye. "Edward this isn't the first time this has happened…I'll show you, come with me."

Ed looked back at Mustang before following Hawkeye out of the door. He noted how she seemed reluctant to take him from the office and wondered what had gone on in Aquoroya.

Edward did not make a move to communicate with Mustang during the drive back to his house. The sun had settled behind the horizon casting only faint rays into the skies creating twilight. People were going home and the streets were clearing out save for a few diners and restaurants. He noticed Roy seemed more alert than during the day. He figured that they weren't allergic to the sun it just weakened them and dulled their senses. He wasn't too concerned about. There were other things bothering him. Ed's mind turned the condition of Clara over and over in his head. Sure, she was a thief but no one deserved to be driven insane by some asshole who decided to use his alchemy on people. The way she stared at him with those dead black eyes and how silent she became when he called her name. It was frightening. When he went into the room attempting to talk to her, Clara had gotten so close to him and touched his face so gently as if scared she would hurt him in some way. Her eyes became teary and she hugged him. For that one moment, Ed believed that she was herself. What she whispered next startled and confused him. She'd leant close to his face and he could feel her tears on his skin.

"Edward, please save me. Save me before they break my soul."

Right there she'd collapse and a half hour later she returned to being violent and insane. Now he was thinking who could've been so cruel as to hurt Clara that way. He swore to himself that he would find them and make the pay.

"Edward, are you hungry?"

Ed shook his head though his stomach betrayed him by growling loudly. That's right; he hadn't got to eat lunch with Justice like he had planned that day. He sighed in defeat and nodded his head. Roy chuckled and turned toward the nearest diner. At least eating made it easier to think.

Justice opened the door to his apartment tossing his coat over a chair. The one bedroom complex was a mess with papers and books. He turned to the door and pressed his hand to the tiny array on the handle using an alchemic lock. Having seen just about everything, he couldn't help but be slightly paranoid about everything. He sat in his chair and picked up a duplicate of the book he had given to Ed, opening it to his last marked page. He traced the illustration of an emerald stone labeled Florius.

"Florius: the stone of earth and creation nestled in the cradle of earth," he read to himself.

A knock on the door drew his attention from the book. "Come in."

With a sizzle from an alchemic charge, the door opened and a young woman close to his age came in. Her raven bangs hung in her face and her amber eyes fell on Justice. The girl's wrists were in circled byeight beautiful bracelets that made a soft clinking sound when she moved Justice looked at her over his shoulder noting her paleness getting worse. He remembered when her skin was golden like honey and she smiled. The young woman before him was thin with a pretty rounded face like a child. She wore a simple navy pleated skirt that touched mid thigh and plain white button up shirt that nearly covered the whole skirt. Her voice was low and quiet as she spoke as if she's trying her best to be heard but not noticed. The words were mouthed slowly around sound careful not to sound awkward but succeeding in doing so anyway. It was almost like a speech impediment.

"They're ready to go. The train is already here, big brother."

"I know. I'm coming. I'm close, Shauda. I'll cure you this time and there won't be anything to worry about."

"I'm glad, big brother."

"You should be resting, girl."

"I know; I just wanted to ask you something."

Justice turned to face her. "What is it?"

Her eyes fell to the floor. "I…I wanted to know…when I'm better can I have a family, big brother?"

Justice blinked at her not sure how to answer. Her eyes fell to the floor when she noticed a sadness creeping slowly into Justice's eyes. She hadn't meant for him to react that way. She turned away from him and walked toward the door. "Never mind, big brother. Forget I said anything!" she muttered softly. Stopping she coughed and gagged falling on the floor. Justice rose and ran to her side picking her up from the floor. He sighed woefully at the blood trailing on the side of her mouth. He picked her up and laid her in bed carefully.

"I told you to rest, Shauda. You've been out again and the sickness is getting worse. Stay in bed until we're ready to leave."

"Yes, brother."

"Don't worry, I'll give you a real life even if it kills me," he whispered with a smile. "I won't let anyone take you away from me, girl."

Shauda nodded and turned on her side as the cover was pulled up to her shoulders. Justice petted her hair before going to finish packing. Shauda did not sleep like normal people. When she slept it was akin to being a corpse. She'd grow cold and not awake for hours. However, she rarely did so. Everyone looked down on her and thought she was just crazy or disturbed. Justice knew what was truly wrong with her. She was autistic and she had an unidentified illness that caused her breathing problems when ever she was over excited along with the disorder. He'd found her when she was only nine years old wondering around the camps of the Ishbalan refugees. No one wanted her because they were too worried about their own problems. He was all alone and he had no one until she tripped in front of him and began to have a nervous break down. She was so scared and alone just like him. He'd raised her and taught her to speak properly and soon he found out she had a natural talent for alchemy but it was forbidden. So they kept their studies a secret until the military became interested in his talents after an accident that had nearly cost Shauda her life and had left her afflicted with her illness. Now they lived here in Central and she was slowly learning to be like "normal" people even though her speech was still slow and careful. Justice swore to her and himself that he would find a cure even if it killed him. He loved her and she was the only family he had. She was the only one who looked at him that way; nonjudgmental, and affectionate. The way Ed looked at him when he first asked to have dinner with the boy. When he looked at her eyes he couldn't help but wonder how Ed was doing at the moment. He was starting to become attached and he really didn't need that. Not when he was this far and so close. He gazed at the cover of the book he had been reading and narrowed his eyes at the title. He tossed the book into his bag whispering "No more. After this, no more."

The book cover read, Cruel Angel Thesis: Omni Alchemy of the Ancients.

Alphonse sat motionless in a chair with his knees drawn up. His brother's red coat was draped over him offering a bit of warmth to the chill he had. His mind replayed images of the night before and he held his head in pain. He'd awakened that morning hoping it had all been an elaborate dream that his mind had made up in sleep. Instead he found himself in a strange bed and that Rose was being held in a cell under close watch. He'd not eaten since awakening and his stomach cramped from lack of nutrients. He may have been made into a homunculus but his brother had done a good job at bringing him as close to humanity as possible. He had moved from the bed to a chair beside it and tried to will away the images in his head. However, what made it better was when he thought of the woman from that night. That name she had called him echoed in his head. What did Asterius mean? He could still feel the pressure on his lips from her kiss making him softly touch them in remembrance. The way she'd touched his face and kissed him with such guilty love; it was so much like his brother's touch. Who was she…?

"Shauda…"

"What'd you say?"

Al looked up at the owner of the voice finding Second Lieutenant Yuko, standing in front of him with two cups of hot coffee in his hands. Alphonse shook his brunette head. Yuko handed him a cup and not feeling any argument urge Al took it. He was grateful to finally have something in his stomach and whispered a thank you. The Lieutenant sat backwards in a chair in front of him. He stared at the younger boy as he sipped from the porcelain cup and blinked how strangely beautiful this boy looked. He looked just like Edward Elric who was equally beautiful and the talk of the military bars. Yuko liked to look at Edward around headquarters but Al made him give more than just an attracted glance. He averted his eyes when Al felt his staring and looked at him.

"So you're Alphonse Elric, right. The Fullmetal's little brother. I used to see Edward all the time around the library but I never met him. You look just a like, it's amazing."

Alphonse blinked. No one ever told him he looked like Ed. Most of the time, it was said that they were as different as night and day. Al sighed and looked down at the wooden floor his mind trailing off to his brother. How had Ed been doing? Was he sleeping enough? Was he getting over their two months of hell? Yuko tilted his head to the side. "Um, I just got a call from central a little while ago. Major General Mustang will be here day after tomorrow. He's bringing your brother with him."

Al's head snapped up in attention and his mouth curved into a soft smile. "My brother's really coming here!"

Yuko's crystal blue eyes brightened. "So you can talk! Yeah, but you'll have to stay with me for your protection. I'll look after you until they get here."

Al nodded feeling much better and suddenly very, very hungry. "Um, can I get something to eat?"

Yuko smiled. "Sure, why not."

That night Alphonse rested his head on a hotel bed safely away from the temple. He held his ears still able to hear the screams of people who tried to run from the shadows. Yet somehow those screams were quieted each time Shauda's kiss replayed before his eyes. He there was another feeling of warmth behind it. He placed it as his mother's embrace; the way she touched his face when he hurt himself. He couldn't help but feel the certain warmness in his heart whenever he thought of his mother and brother. Why did she invoke the same feelings? Al sat up disturbing Yuko from his uncomfortable sleep in the chair. He gazed at Alphonse in the moonlight with blurred sleepy eyes. They soon widened when he saw that the fifteen year old was indeed glowing. The light seemed to be brightest at his neck. A breeze blew the shoulder length hair from the nape of his neck revealing the glowing serpent cross.

"Alphonse?" Yuko whispered.

Al turned to face him with half lidded eyes. "Something's coming."

Before Yuko could question it an explosion was heard outside and his hand was at his gun. Al stood and went slowly to the window ignoring the Lieutenant's orders to stay in bed. Al opened the shutters gazing out at the Liore ablaze with fire. He looked down at Shauda who stood with a soft smile on her face. Their eyes met with a slight tilt of the head on Al's part. Behind her five other cloaked shadows appeared. They stood behind her with arms crossed though she blatantly ignored their presence.

"When you're ready, come for me," she said in an echoing tone.

Al leaned out the window in a trance his hands slowly sliding from the sill. Shauda reached out her hand to him in offering. "Are you ready…Asterius?"

Yuko grabbed Alphonse by the back of his shirt and tugged him away from Shauda's outstretched hand. He shot at her missing only by narrow inches as she dodged each bullet. Her serene expression turned to dark rage and as she crouched to jump. The chain of one of her shackles was tugged and she was violently pulled to the ground again. One the cloaked figures held her chain in his grip and yanked her away from the hotel toward him.

"That's enough; you'll disobey no more today. The master won't be pleased with you."

Alphonse watched her, feeling this abrupt sadness wash over him. He looked into her eyes as the others sunk into transmutation circles of their own. The one with the chain pulled along with him and an array surrounded her. Her eyes showed so many dark emotions that he could barely register them all. Anger, Fear, Sadness, Pain…Loneliness. She began to sink with her shackled arms going first like she was being pulled against her will. Her eyes spoke to him. "You will come for me…when you're ready."

Al nodded and stared blankly at the ground below long after she had gone. "She's in pain," he whispered faintly.

Yuko looked at him strangely. "What are you talking about?"

Al looked at him and shook his head. "Sorry, I didn't mean to get myself in trouble there."

"Don't worry about. I wanted to know what you meant about her being in pain. Do you know her?"

"No…and yes. I don't know; I feel like I do but then I draw a blank."

"Then how do you know she's in pain?"

"Because that look in her eyes…it's the same as my brother. That's how I know…"

Ed tossed and turned as deep seeded memories piled up again over spilling into his conscious. He sat up straight in fright once he felt the teeth at his neck for the fifth time that evening. He sat there staring into the darkness of the room and trying to calm down from his current state. He held his head with his cold metal hand cooling the heat on his forehead. Sometimes he appreciated his prosthetic limbs. Opting to go for a walk to clear his mind, Ed slipped out of bed and dressed. Looking around the window he noted that the general was not there. He assumed that the man must've been hungry though he seemed to be staying out longer than he when he started. Closing the door he locked it with a spare key he found in Mustang's bedroom so that it would look like he was still there. The night air felt good against his skin and chased the away the smell of his own blood from his senses.

"The Spirit has left the house."

"Yes, he goes to the Flame even though he does not realize it."

"How about…we move things along? Have a little fun, hmm?"

"Why not."

Ed breathed in deep as he walked calming his nausea and easing his head. This was one of the reasons he liked Central, night time was always empty in the suburban neighborhood. Making his way toward the down town area of the city, he heard something in an alley that sounded a lot like laughter through the quiet of the night. Curiosity always overruling common sense, he allowed his feet to creep toward the entrance of the alley. Though his vision wasn't very adequate he could hear very well in the silence. He heard the soft laughter of someone who sounded around his age and male while another voice, deep in tone, whispering to the other. The familiarity of the voice shocked him as he found it to be none other than Mustang and, from the sound of him; he was in his hunting mood. That was the sound Ed memorized from all the times the general had sent him on half-assed missions that usually puts him in one of his infamous life or death situations. Ed spotted two figures in the shadow of the moonlight and squint his eyes to focus on them better. Except this time, the sound was much more alluring and deeply seeded with underlying planning; more so than usual. It registered vaguely that the general's companion was a short blonde who leaned casually against the brick wall of the alley. His smile was flirting and sensually feigning a childish innocence as he pulled Mustang's face closer to his. Ed knew he should've left the minute he felt his face heat but his feet wouldn't move and his eyes wouldn't turn away. Mustang leaned down nibbling the boy's earlobe and the boy leaned his head to the side, eyes closing in pleasure. His hands began to wonder into the man's shirt dragging nails over the general's skin. The man smirked against the boy's cheek and slowly his mouth moved toward his neck in soft kisses the seemed to unstring the blonde boy's nerves. Ed felt his own breath hitch when he saw Mustangs fangs extend and sink into the pale skin beneath them. He watched Roy drink away the teen's life captivated by how the boy seemed to enjoy it. Strangely enough, Ed could feel the soft caresses they passed between each other as if he were in that boy's place. He even moaned softly when Roy's hand slid under the waistband of the blonde's pants.

His heartbeat increased when he realized that the general had frozen. He had been heard and he wanted to run very badly out of fear more thanembarassment but once again his body betrayed him. Mustang'spale blue eye fell on him filled with the bloodlust that had taken over his mind. The way that one eye looked at him made him feel exposed, naked even. He didn't even want to know what it would be like to have both on him. That look electrified his skin in a way that he never thought possible. It was the same way his body reacted when Al touched him. His face burned, not feeling the fear at all even when Mustang allowed the boy to drop to the ground unconscious and met his eyes fully.

Roy couldn't believe how horrible his luck was and yet this was the best thing that could happen. All he did was leave to feed and suddenly he'd come face to face with the cause of his lust. He slowly walked toward Ed who stood stock still before him. The boy's scent was all around him drugging him to the highest degree, slight fear mixed with curiosity, adrenaline, confusion, lust and something he couldn't name. He had always wanted Ed to look like that and tohave those fiery golden eyes on him setting his body a blaze with want and need. Now he had it and he couldn't even decide whether to approach the boy or let him go. Something held him there; something about this situation that was wrong no matter how perfect it seemed.

Go ahead…Touch him…

Roy flinched at the small voice in the back his mind. It urged him to go to the boy. He wanted to touch him so badly but he stayed put not wanting to do this. This wasn't the time. This was short lived as Ed slowly walked toward him with eyes filled with cold fire that was not his own. Ed's hands found their way to the front of his coat pulling him closer. His face was shadowed by his golden bangs. Roy wrapped his arms around the boy taking in the warmth feeling his fangs itch with hunger. He nuzzled the white fabric of the trench away from the scars of their previous encounter and licked the lacerations earning a shiver from his captive. His blood ran burning hot like the flames of his alchemic bursts when he felt the blonde lean into him. Ed looked up at him lifting himself slightly higher on his toes to brush his lips against Roy's. Roy kissed the boy fully and slid his tongue between willingly opened soft lips that tasted nearly as sweet as the blood that ran beneath the sun kissed skin.

Taste him…Take his breath away…

He could smell the scent of arousal from Ed making him want to take the young alchemist right there in the alleyway whether he resisted or not. Roy pulled away allowing Ed to breath and the blonde looked up at him eyes aglow with desire. The way Ed tilted his head to the side inviting him to his neck made fangs ache to the point that he bit into his lip for restraint. Ed pressed his flesh hand against the base of the general's skull pushing his mouth closer to the wound. Ed gasped and arched violently against Roy when he felt the needle sharp fangs pierce the wounds on his neck.

Ed didn't know what was happening to him. It was as if someone else was allowing this and he couldn't do anything but watch. His mind wanted so much to get away and he truly was scared but the fear was held at bay by how good it felt to be held that way. It was like his brother but so different and it felt so good that it should've been a sin. This was a sin wasn't it? This was wrong and he was freaked out of his mind but the way those hands slid under his trench to his back and the pull of the man's mouth on his neck made him feel drunken and confused. He didn't will for this to happen…but he wanted it no matter how much his mind told him otherwise. Every memory of the constant rapes was driven away with each caress and circle drawn on his back by Roy's fingers. Wrong. This was just wrong. He felt Roy pull away from his neck and he blood trickle down his chest. He leaned weakly against the man. So dizzy. So tired. Ed's eyelashes droop nearly closing. Too much blood.

Take him…Rubius…

"Mustang! Stop!"

Roy turned angry crimson eyes to the owner of the voice. Ed's eyes opened halfway as well barely focusing. Justice…

Justice stood with a blue steel pistol pointed at the vampire and a satchel slung over his shoulder. Behind him, a girl cowered in fear peeking out at the scene and doing her best not to be noticed. Roy's visible eye was filled to the brim with red and his expression was primal and possessive as his hold on Ed's waist tightened. Justice slowly approached him cocking the pistol.

"This pistol is filled with bullets each made from alchemically charged silver. It won't kill you but it'll hurt like hell. Major General, sir, if you are still in there let Fullmetal go. He's lost a lot of blood and he'll die if that wound isn't taken care of."

Roy growled at Justice and lifted his hand in the position to snap. Justice's eyes widened and he shoved Shauda away from him clapping his hands together. Ed's eyes widened at the motion. Just as Roy snapped a shield blocked the flames from him and Shauda. The shield cracked and the force shoved Justice backwards. Shauda went to Justice's side and helped him up. He hurriedly fell onto Shauda knocking them both out the way as the flame roared past them. He blinked in disbelief at the melted asphalt. He realized Roy's flame was white, one of the hottest flames anyone could ever hope to produce from alchemy. Shit, the intake of Ed's blood must've amplified his alchemic power. I've got to take him down now!

Justice took quick aim and shot at the general who snapped. Bullet never reached him as it melted in mid air. Roy smirked and lifted his hand to snap a final time but was stopped by two hands. The first was on his wrist preventing him from snapping. The other was on the actual hand holding it tight. Shauda looked up at Roy with dulled amber eyes that reminded him of the younger Elric. Ed gazed at Roy as well shaking his head. An alchemic charge surged in Roy's arm and he felt the euphoric high drain away from him. The charge came from the girl who dropped to her knees and coughed up an unusual amount of blood for any normal person. His head cleared and he looked down at her as she threw up. Justice ran to her side helping her but keeping Roy and gunpoint. Roy shook his head a couple of times before realizing that there was a very heavy dead wait against him. He got a better grip on the unconscious Ed to keep him from falling. Justice picked up Shauda in his arms and glared at Roy who lifted Ed off his feet.

"Do you have any idea, any idea what would've happened if I hadn't found you just now? You would've corrupted him far too early."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Listen, my name is Justin the Slayer Alchemist. I'm in a foul mood so forgive me, sir."

"So you're the one Million in sending over with us. What the hell do you want?"

"Didn't you notice how your alchemic reactions were a helluva lot stronger than before?"

Roy remained silent. Justice continued. "Ed's part of the chain of people that are being attacked."

"You mean he's a target."

"He's the target and you nearly put him right where they wanted him!" he exclaimed. He sighed to calm himself. "Look, we can't talk about this out here. We need to get to the train station. As far as I'm concern you either go with what I say, or stay lost and useless! Come on."

Roy followed silently looking down at Ed to find him looking back. He could've sworn that he had been unconscious. Ed averted his eyes to the general's

A/N: longest chapter so far. Cool. It was long but aren't you glad you got to the end of it. Bad bad Roy, You just fuckin' up left and right. And what's up with the two Shauda's? Are they the same person or are they two completely different and unrelated people? Anyway, like I said at the top, if you want more and better writing give some good critiquing and reviews. So review or i'll never update again. Peace out.