Phew. I am so tired. School has been a large pain in the butt this past week, but now I have vacation! Glorious vacation! This means that I can finally update! Let's dance! Well, before I begin the chapter. I have to say that I absolutely adore everyone who has taken some time out of their day to read this heap of words that I call a story and I worship everyone who has reviewed! I love you all so much! I send you many hugs across the Internet! I have also found this awesome little button that lets me reply to reviews if the person who reviewed has an account, so I'll use this wondrous thing and reply to you guys.

Disclaimer: Don't own FMA and never will. I do own all the character that my insane mind has created.

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Crimson Sin

Chapter Fifteen – Spinning Out of Control

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"Ed, time to get up," Roy whispered in the blond alchemist's ear, receiving only a muffled grunt in response.

It was morning and the sun shone brightly outside. Birds twittered and chirped as the flew from tree to tree and a cool breeze blew in through the open bedroom window, making Roy shiver slightly whilst Ed lay unperturbed beneath a mountain of fluffy covers that he had stolen from Roy the night before.

Roy sighed and prodded the human shrimp. "Get up," he said again, a bit louder this time. Ed rolled over, ignoring Roy completely. The Colonel twitched slightly, a vein throbbing in his forehead. He was starting to get quite irritated because he had been trying to wake Ed up for the past half hour.

"Get up!" the Flame Alchemist said angrily and pulled off all the covers that covered Ed's body. An automail fist then promptly collided with Roy's face knocking him back and the owner of that fist snuggled back under the covers.

"Go away," Ed said sleepily as he curled into a ball, pulling the covers even tighter around him. He was tired. He was really tired and he had no idea why. Plus his upper back was aching. It wasn't a terrible pain, just a dull ache. His head also hurt and he had the same nauseated feeling in his stomach again.

Roy picked himself up off the floor, rubbing his cheek where Ed had punched him. "Ed, you leave me no choice," he said as he rolled up the sleeves on his military uniform, "I will not be late for work and then shot at by Hawkeye for being late because of you wanting to sleep. You do have work to do too." The Colonel then picked Ed, who immediately began to thrash around, up and carried him to the bathroom.

"Lemme go," Ed muttered weakly, as he half-heartedly smacked his fists against Roy's back. Roy shook his head and laughed rather evilly in response. The older man then open the shower door and shoved Ed inside. Ed then realized what was going to happen and his eyes widened. "No," he said as an angry expression crossed his face, "You wouldn't dare."

"Oh yes I would," Roy said rather cheerfully as he reached in and turned the shower knob. A spray of icy cold water immediately began to rain down on Ed, soaking him thoroughly. Realizing that he was now in great danger, Roy quickly shut the glass shower door just in time to stop Ed's automail fist from colliding with his cheek again. It did leave a mighty big crack though. "You'll be paying for that door Ed!" Roy called out as he began sprinting away.

"You bastard! Get back here!" Ed yelled angrily as he literally smashed through the shower door, reducing it to many fragments of glass. He then began to chase after Roy, who had decided it would be best to get out of the house as quickly as possible. He was sure that Ed wouldn't come out after him when he was soaking wet and only wearing a pair of boxers; he thought wrong.

Ed chased Roy all the way through Central towards HQ and through the hallways towards Roy's office. "Get back here!" Ed yelled and then let out a slew of curses, calling Roy every name under the sun. A little farther down the hall Havoc and Fury were exchanging some important documents.

"Okay, so get these to Roy as soon as you can," Fury said as he gave a large stack of papers to Havoc, "They're very very important, so don't lose them." He added emphasis on the words 'very' and 'don't'.

"Okay, okay," Havoc said as he took the papers, "Don't worry I won't lose them."

"Good morning!" Roy said as he ran past the two, giving them a small wave and a smile.

"Bastard Colonel!" Ed said angrily as he sprinted after Roy, ignoring Havoc and Fury completely. Both their jaws dropped open when they saw Ed fly past them wearing only his boxers. Havoc's cigarette, however, managed to miraculously stay in his mouth, but the papers he was holding fell to the floor.

"Did you just see what I think I saw?" Fury asked, his voice slightly shaky.

"If you just saw Ed run after Roy in his boxers, then yeah, I saw it too," Havoc replied.

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Roy quickly spun around to shut the door to his office, but it was too late, Ed had already pounced through the door and pinned Roy to the ground. "I told you I'd get you," Ed said as he gasped for breath. Roy was breathing was hard too from all the running.

"Sir, I just got some papers from-," Riza stopped short as she looked up from the papers she was holding to see Roy pinned beneath Ed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt something. I-I'll come back later."

"No it's alright, I was just leaving," Ed said as he walked out of the room with quite a lot of dignity if you considered the situation he was in. Riza blinked at him a couple of times and turned back to Roy when the blond alchemist slammed the door shut.

"Sir, about these papers," Riza began as she held out the papers to Roy, who straightened his collar and took them.

"More deaths?" he whispered more to himself than to Hawkeye as he scanned the first paper.

"Yes, about seven in total," Riza replied, her voice tinged with sadness when she remembered Black Hayate.

Roy sighed and sat at his desk. "You may go now," he said and began to look over the papers in detail. Riza saluted him and walked out without another word.

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"So Ed, tell me why you were chasing Roy this morning in your boxers?" Hughes asked as he pinned up some of the cloth on the military uniform Ed had to borrow from Havoc, who kept an extra pair with him for some reason. It was out of the question for Ed to go walking around in his boxers all day. The clothes were too big for Ed, so Hughes had offered to pin it up so that the cloth wouldn't get in Ed's way.

"I was trying to punch him for waking me up and spraying me with cold water this morning," Ed said simply.

"Are you sure? Or was it that you just wanted to make out with him? I heard that Hawkeye found you pinning Roy to the ground?" Hughes said in the same voice he uses when he talks about his daughter. Ed shot him a death glare that meant 'get the hell away from me before I find a good enough reason to kill you'. "I'll be leaving now!" Hughes said quickly as he dashed out of the room, leaving Ed alone.

Ed sighed as he went to stand in front of the mirror that sat in the corner of the old meeting room. No one ever used this room anymore. The white paint on the walls were starting to peel off and the carpet was ratty and worn out. There were two rather large windows in the room. One on the far end and one right next to the mirror.

"Still no reflection," he said in a melancholy tone. The empty mirror gazed back at him as if it had no idea that Ed was there. A sudden knock at the door pulled Ed away from his sad thoughts.

"Edward? May I come in?" a voice that most probably belonged to Riza Hawkeye said from outside the door.

"Sure," Ed called back and the door opened as Riza stepped inside. Shutting the door behind her, she looked at Ed. "I heard about Black Hayate," Ed began, "I'm very sorry that that happened."

"Yes, about that," Riza began as she stared at Edward, "I was wondering if you knew anything about that." She took in a sharp breath when she noticed that Ed had no reflection, but tried to make it look like she hadn't noticed. He may be the one who killed Black Hayate after all. He doesn't have a reflection and I saw the bite marks on his neck. He was also the one who we found covered in blood at that hotel. This all adds up to one thing, Ed is a vampire, Riza thought as she began to analyze everything. All the research she had done was finally starting to pay off.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know anything about it except that Roy told me that he found Black Hayate lying in the street," Ed said as he shifted uncomfortably.

"Ed, Black Hayate wasn't hit by a car," Hawkeye began as she moved her hand towards her gun holster, "He was murdered. Murdered by a vampire." She pulled out her gun, aiming it directly at Ed. "Did you kill him?" she asked, her voice cold and emotionless.

"I-," Ed began, but was cut off by the sound of Riza's gun letting lose a bullet. He quickly jumped out of the way, narrowly missing the bullet.

"Save your excuses," She spat, "I don't want to hear them. A monster deserves no time to explain himself." She then fired two more bullets, which Ed narrowly dogged again.

"Riza! Stop!" Ed pleaded, but the angry Lieutenant didn't listen to him and fired some more bullets.

"You're a monster!" Riza cried angrily as hot tears began to roll down his cheeks.

"Don't call me that!" Ed said as he clamped both of his hands over his ears, trying to block out the retched word that continued to ring in his ears.

Monster…

Monster…

Monster!

MONSTER!

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" Ed repeated over and over as he shut his eyes, trying to shut everything out. "SHUT UP!" Ed's eyes snapped open, no longer the calm gold that they usually were, but an angry crimson. His fangs grew even more, making them protrude from beneath his upper lip and his skin became a deathly pale color. The nails on his left hand grew sharper until they were able to cut through muscle as if it were melted butter. His blond hair hung loosely around him, obscuring the right half of his face. In a shower of hot blood, two large black bat wings grew out of his back. The pain that would've sent any man spiraling to the floor in agony was nothing more that a dull ache to Ed. The uniform that Ed had borrowed was flecked with large spots of crimson and blood trailed down his back.

Riza's eyes widened in fear and his entire body began to shake. She lost all feeling in her body all the warmth she had felt moments before had deserted her. She was afraid. No. She was terrified. Standing before her was what looked like a demon that had just sprung up out of hell.

Ed smashed his fist again one of the windows behind him, reducing it into minuscule fragments of glass. He took one step forward, his rage filled eyes boring into Riza's, wings stretched out. He continued to walk towards Riza until he was only a couple of inches away from her. Pulling back one arm, Ed swatted Riza effortlessly aside, knocking her into the wall. The last thing Riza saw before his vision blackened was Ed slowly walking towards her.

Stop… I need to stop… Ed thought as he looked down at Riza's limp body. Stop. He commanded his body, but it was as if he no longer had control over himself. I don't want to hurt her.

Stop.

Stop!

STOP! I WANT TO STOP!

Ed's mental screaming must've gotten to his body somehow because he felt the darkness begin to overtake him and his vision began to swim in and out of focus. Edward could've sworn that the last thing he saw before he became completely unconscious was Roy rushing toward him.

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Whoo! I'm done. It's now 6:54 on Monday morning. I have school later and I really should be getting ready, but it doesn't matter. I'm so glad I got this finished! I didn't want to go a whole other month without updating again, so yeah. I'll try my best to update this weekend too.

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Next Chapter:

Chapter Sixteen - Intoxicated