Okay, this might just be the last update for a long time. On any story. So... hope it turns out good. PS, vampires suck... BLOOD

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His blonde hair waved in front of his face as the car pulled to a stop in front of HQ. His distant ember eyes were fixated on his knee, because he didn't want to look at anything else. The door on his right opened however, letting the real world invade his daydream. "Lt. Colonel?" Ed looked up to see some new guy holding the door open. Ed stepped out of the car and walked into the large building in front of him.

Once inside, it seemed like everything stood still. There was no noise, save for the tick tock of the clock and the clomp of Ed's boots. He got stares for coming back early, but that was to be expected. Most of the unit was out already for the night. The only people in there in there were about 5 people Ed didn't know, Havoc, Hawkeye, and Mustang. Ed stopped as he was in front of the door. He was supposed to be back 2 weeks ago. He did, but then he and Al had a fight. Then he ran out, Al started to look for him... Ed shook his head to get that out of his head. A few days alone does you horrors.

The door silently swung open, to reveal General Mustang and his 'pissed face'. Ed kept his eyes closed as he closed the door and walked up to the desk. About halfway there, Mustang cleared his throat and began to speak.

"So you come back," he began, making Ed stop. "And then you leave again without ever coming here. And I even heard that Alphonse was hurt." Roy raised his eyebrow and smirked. "But I can see how small this sort of thing can be for a bean to see," Ed didn't even lift his head. He instead took a few more steps and sat down on the couch to the left of Mustang. Roy scrunched his browns together. "So where is your brother now, Full Metal?"

Ed squeezed his eyes shut. "He... H-He's in Rizenbool (1)." Ed took in a shaky breath, and then let it out. Apparently Roy wanted more than that answer, though.

"So what now? You want to go get him? You have a job, Edward, and like it or not, you have to do it!"

By now, Ed couldn't keep the tears back. He was trying hard, but he also didn't want to bite his lip. So he gritted his teeth together and let the thoughts run around in his mind, while the general got mad at him.

Al's seal was broken and it was my fault

Nina could've lived, but I didn't want think of alchemy that way.

Mom, I didn't do it right, and so Al was taken.

Then Victor came and took it all away.(2)

Victor made me like this.

Victor made me so damn thirsty.

A woman just left. .

Roy's heart rate is 81.45.

That's 45 percent of the maximum.

Dammit, I hate that I know that.

I hate that I'm so fucking thirsty.

I hate that I don't hate Roy.

"So do you, Ed?"

Ed blinked and looked at Roy. His shaggy black hair was in his face. He was standing about 4 feet away from Ed. He had his hands in his pockets. Ed looked past him and out the window. "It's been three hours and 38 minutes since the sun went down."

"What the hell does that have to do with anything I just said?" Roy retorted. Ed lifted his head for the first time since entering the building. Roy held back a gasp.

The blonde's face was pale, paler than Roy's. His once golden eyes had gone to a dying ember. Those sad eyes were outlined in black, yet there were no dark circles of lack of sleep under his eyes. His blonde hair was messy and mostly out of its braid. What the fuck is he staring at? Ed rubbed his left arm as Roy took a step towards him. The dark haired man opened his mouth to speak, but all that would come out was air. His eyebrows raised and his eyes grew wide as he looked at Ed more closely.

"What's that on your neck, Ed? A hickie?" Ed squeezed his eyes shut again and turned from Roy. A tear ran down his face. Roy sighed.

"No." said a whisper. Roy sat down next to Ed. "It's not a damn hickie. But it..." Ed looked for a long time into those extremely dark blue eyes until he found what he was looking for. Lust and concern? Odd combination, and not and ounce of tired. Damn. "It is a b-bite, though." Roy gave Ed a questioning look until he finally stood up and walked over to his desk.

"So it's almost..." Roy reached into his pocket, but he left this watch at home.

"It's nine fifty-seven, General." Roy turned to see Ed with his knees pulled up to his chin.

"How did...? Where'd you put your watch?" Ed blinked slowly.

"In my coat, outside your office."

"What the fuck is going on, Ed?" Ed took another shaky breath. He needed a drink. NOW.

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Woo! I can't believe it turned out this way. Oh well. Review? I'm baking cookies!

(1) Omg. Total brain fade... I don't know if that's how its spelt. Hopefully it is!

(2) made up character, but he'll come up more later. Not in a relationship though.