a/n: okay. i absolutely had to type this, i was inspired, i tell you! inspired! it's a crossover with an anime called Le Portrait de Petit Cossette. if any of you have seen it, Ed is in place of Eiri. If not, i hope that you enjoi it and buy the dvd. it really is amazing.
Disclaimer: Gwagh. I don't own either of them. Or the song this chappie is named after- A Prophet's Dream.
Ed collasped to the floor, dropping the elegant wine glass to the floor. What he had retrieved on a mission had turned into a hellish nightmare.
"I-I killed that girl... But why?" A choked sob escaped his throat as he covered his eyes with his bloodstained hands. The vision in the wineglass wan't real...But it had seemed...and the blood, all of this blood...
The wine glass floated into the air, and levataited three feet off of the ground. To anyone else, It would have been suspended in mid-air, an amazing feat. But Ed saw one even better.
A petite blond girl with tormented eyes held the glass out to him, and both watched as it slowly filled to the brim with red liquid. A chrashing noise brought Ed's attention to the door, and he started when he saw one of his best friends, Winry, colapsed in the door frame, her eyes wide and staring.
"Drink it," she whispered hoarsly. And Ed knew the voice was not her own. "Drink it if you do not wish to be separated." Ed reached forward with trembling hands, and hesitated.
"Drink it all if you don't want to lose me."
With no more hesitation, Ed drank the entire goblet. He gulped it down as if his life depended on it's nectar. As he drank he heard a voice.
I've been waiting. Searchng, with no expectations, for 250 years for someone who could see me. Someone who would agree to the pact of blood.
"What are you? Who are you? Argghhh..." Ed let out an inhuman scream, the murder again playing before his eyes.
Do not struggle. You don't have the right.
"Quit it! Get out of me head!"
Your destiny was sealed when you drank my blood. You have inherited his soul. The soul of my killer, and thusly, you soul is now filled with his ill-will.
"I-ill-will?"
You have inherited his soul, and his destiny.