The Love of a Silent Star

Why do you do this to me?

Chapter Five

Alphonse's P.O.V

The police interrogated Edward and me about what happened that day, and I later found out that Edward had said that the man named Hoenheim had attacked him and tried to rape him, so he had defended himself.

The police believed this story, seeing as Edward had a split lip, and bruises and cuts on his face and neck, none of the people Edward had been sleeping with said different, they were either too ashamed, or they did not want Edward too stop fucking them. This hurt me inside, to know that he toyed with them and did not care what anyone thought about it.

I watched through the glass as the one called Lust was interrogated as well, and her story coincided with Edwards, I wondered what her connection was with him, I can swear that Edward has never touched her and yet she still stands up for him.

When it was my turn to be questioned I contemplated the idea of telling the police that that woman named Lust had done it, but I didn't, I knew that Edward was intrigued by her and I still loved him and I didn't want him to leave me, so I kept my mouth shut.

The case was closed and it was ruled as self-defense, Edward got off with nothing. He continued to go out and do what he did best, never learning.

Two days later as I was walking I saw him with someone else, I had seen this guy at school I believe his name was Russell although I can't be sure. They were sitting on a bench in front of a creek. Russell had a small smile on his face while he had his hand on Edward's face and he was running his hands through Edward's un-done hair. Edward was kissing him softly on the lips and on the neck. I could hear Russell softly moaning every time Edward made contact with his skin.

I stood there watching, the disgust evident on my face. After regaining my composure I ran toward them with my eyes closed and once I knew I was close I swung my arms out hitting, feeling my fist connect with a face. I opened my eyes to see that I had hit Edward and he was now lying on the ground wiping the blood from his reopened lip. I don't believe I met to hit him, more so I wanted to hurt Russell. So I turned and back-handed him knocking him down to the ground with a groan of pain. I jumped on him, straddling him so he could not move and started to swing my fist down on his face.

I hit everywhere on his face, and I kept asking my self what was so special about him, that wasn't about me? Why did Edward kiss him and make him love him, but not me? Before I knew it I was being forcibly removed from off of Russell and thrown down on the ground with no mercy what-so-ever. Edward had grabbed me and shoved me down to the ground holding my arms above my head and pressing his knee into my stomach. I could feel the tears sliding down my face as I closed my eyes. I felt the pressure release on my limbs and stomach and knew that he had gotten up. I heard a few muttered words from Edward and another soft moan. I opened my eyes and saw Edward once again kissing Russell.

After a few seconds he released him and Russell turned and ran up the hill turning back for a second and waving at Edward before running off. I closed my eyes again breathing heavily. I did not hear when Edward came down beside me and whispered in my ear.

"How much do you love me now?" He whispered with a cocky tone of voice.

I opened my eyes again and this time aimed for his head as I tried to punch him. I missed but managed to flip him on his back and straddle him, as I held my hands to his throat. I wondered how easy it would be to kill him at that moment. His eyes were as cold as ever and when I looked into them, I calmed and realized that I still loved him. How? I wondered he hurt me constantly with no signs of changing or remorse. I lowered my head closer to his, releasing my grip on his shirt and placing my hands on either sides of his head.

"I still love you." I whispered as I forcibly pressed my lips to his. I licked his lips and tasted the blood on them, as I forced my way into his mouth. He kissed me back like there was no tomorrow. I wondered him he liked the pain, as I bit his lips making it bleed more. It exited me for some reason, and with his response I knew he felt the same way. I wanted and needed to hurt him as well, all the pressure of the pain that had built up with him I let out in that kiss, hoping to make him pay for what he had been doing to me.

We broke away, our lips now mixed with each other's blood, I was panting heavily, he managed too breathe as calm as ever. He looked at me with the same hard expression.

"What is emotion?"

I was taken aback by the question. "It's what people feel on regular bases."

"And love? What is love like?"

"When a person loves someone, it's like … you want to devour that person, you can't get enough of them, and you never tire of that person."

"Why do you love me?" He asks me for the second time.

I think for an answer again, "I suppose because you're different, special, you're beautiful…" I sigh, "I don't know… I really don't know." I say as I close my eyes, tiredly.

"I see."

I truly did not know why I loved him, I just did, I'm pretty sure that everyone else that he had made contact with physically wanted him, needed him like a drug. He has such a strong effect on people it's impossible to explain.

I love him, no one can change that.