The Love of a Silent Star

Empty Sins

Chapter Four

Alphonse's P.O.V

Days and weeks passed and Edward continued to disappear days and nights never stopping.

One night I snuck into his room, looking at him as he slept, I had never seen him so tired before. He must have doing a lot this night. I shook his arm somewhat roughly and woke up.

"What's going on?" He asked groggily and looked at me; even in his waking state his eyes still remained cold.

"Do you love me Edward?"

"No." It was a short reply that cut me to the quick.

"Do you love anyone?"

"No." He answered me again.

"You know I love you." I wondered if he remembered the first time I told him that.

"No you don't." He stated simply. "No one loves me."

I was somewhat stunned by the reply. "How can you know that I don't love you, you don't even know what love is!" I state, my voice elevating slightly.

"Why do you love me?"

I thought desperately for an answer but I finally realized that I did not know why I loved him. "I don't know, some times I wished I didn't."

"So then don't love me." He said like it meant nothing to him, like he didn't care if anyone loved him or not.

"It's not that easy, you can't just get read of love, I can't make it go away."

"Don't worry, you're only saying you love me because of the sex, soon you will realize that as well, it is only desire that you feel, nothing more."

It sounded so rehearsed like he said it every night over and over again.

"Do you think of me like the other people you fuck? I know you take money from them for your service's, why don't you charge me?" I asked sitting down next to him on the side of the bed.

"Because you are beautiful and flawless and because I wanted to harm you."

The last words hurt me and all I wanted to do was cry at that moment, he says these nice things to me, things that warmed me, and then he has too shoot me down.

I catch my breath before talking again, "Why would you want too hurt me?" I ask.

"Because you love me."

"You wanted to hurt me just because I love you? I don't understand."

A small empty smile came to his lips. "You mean nothing to me," He said bringing his face closer to mine, "Soon you will hate me like everyone else." He says to me and kisses me softly before pulling away and turning on his side, his back facing me, pulled the covers up to his neck and closed his eyes.

I walk to the door and open it, but I stop and turn back to where he lay, "You are empty."

I say to him as I slowly walk out.

"I know." I hear him say as I close the door and go back to my room.

Next day

Breakfast had become quite, no one talked to each other and tension was high in the family. Riza had studied Edward for some time and noticed how much the family had changed since he had come. Roy had become silent and more resigned; he did not look her in the eye anymore like he was ashamed of something. Alphonse looked like he was locked in a constant battle in his mind over something. As for Edward he was as quite and as cold as ever.

Once breakfast was finished Edward was the first to make his exit, five minutes later Alphonse also make his way too the door, closing it behind him and leaving the two parents to their silence.

Edward's P.O.V

Alphonse is following me again, he has been doing it ever since I stopped fucking him, he seems like a lost puppy that needs someone to help him find his way home. I always lead him through different places not really trying to get read of him till the fourth day when it just becomes annoying.

On the fourth day I turn a corner and make my escape from him. I walk for several minutes making different turns until I come to an ally way which goes into an open space. The space is in dead sight of the street. I spot one of my customers leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette. I consider turning around but he spots me so I stand still, waiting.

Lust's P.O.V

I saw the blonde hair boy turn into an ally way so I follow wondering if we can have another 'conversation' like before. I stand by the corner watching to see what the boy is doing. I see him look in one direction and stop all movement. A man comes into my line of sight; he grabs the boy by the back of the head, by his hair. He spits the cigarette out of his mouth off to the side letting it smother in the small puddle of water.

I see him roughly plant his lips on to the boys, holding his head still with the grip on his hair. After seconds the man releases the boy and shoves him down to his knees before him. I hear the man say something like, "Un-do me," I hear the muttered words. When the boy does not respond, the man raises his fist and slams it down on the boys face, sending him sprawling to the side.

When the boy returns to his knees I get a clear shot of his side of face. It does not surprise me when I see that the boy shows no emotion on his face, even though that hit looked like it could have broken his jaw.

I hear a noise behind me and when I turn I see the child that had previously been watching the blond was standing behind me, his expression showed that he was curious. I turned back around letting him come closer to see what I was watching; I see his eyes go wide as he sees the blonde on his knees.

I turn my sight back to the scene. The man is un-doing the boys braid now, releasing his hair from its binds. His hair falls around his shoulder loosely, hiding his face again. The man grabs his hair again and pulls him to toward him, still on his knees. The man mutters the word again to the boy and this time the boy complies, un-hooking his belt and un-zipping his pants. His head was immediately forced forward and forced onto the man. I could tell that the boy standing next to me was about too bolt from the loathsome sight.

The man began too do a rocking motion in the boy's mouth, this time the boy pulled something from his pocket. The man yelled in pain as the blonde haired child bit him leaving a bloody mark, as he stepped back. The child lunged forward stabbing the small black pocket knife into the man's stomach and pulling it out, blood sputtering everywhere including on the blonde. Due the mans size though he was still alive, so while he fell on his knees he grabbed the boys throat pulling him down under him chocking the life from the child.

Blood was spilling out of his mouth onto the blonde. The boys face continued to be stone cold while he stabbed the man's hand with the knife, releasing his grip on his neck and giving him the opportunity to stab him straight in the neck where the artery was located, when he pulled out an extensive amount of blood sprayed everywhere. The man covered his throat trying to stop the blood from pouring out, but it proved futile. The boy watched as the man tried to stop himself from dieing. He sat back on his ass rubbing his throat, where bruises were now forming. After another ten seconds the man stopped his pathetic struggles and stopped moving all together, his hands fell limply to the ground. The blood had moved over too the boy now, staining his jeans and shoes. The child did not seem too care, he just took out a cigarette in his bloody hands and lit it, taking in the smoke like it was a relief.

The child that had been by my side was now gone, so I looked behind me to see if he was there, seeing as he wasn't I turned back and this time I see that the blonde is looking directly at me. He stands and walks over too me, where he passes and sits on the near by bench. I go and sit next to him looking at the large bruise now completely covering his temple and making its way down the cheek and parts of the eye, where blood was slowly trickling down. A large red mark could still be seen where the bruise had not engulfed yet.

"Pretty isn't it?" The child asked me, raising his hand and touching it softly.

"It looks like it hurts." I say to him, speaking the truth.

He turns his head toward me and a smile appears, the smile did not reach his eyes though, it was empty and held nothing in it. It was just the moving the lips upward into a fake smile nothing more.

He threw the cigarette aside and moved his head toward mine, where he brought his lips extremely close to mine, where he almost succeeded in kissing me. But I put my hand on his bloody lips and pushing his head away from mine.

"I'm not like all the other little whores that surround you." I tell him and I smile at him, getting up there and turning my back on him walking away. I could feel his eyes on mine and I suddenly wondered what he was thinking and if anyone had ever rejected him before.