I asked you where exactly I should begin my story. Why not that same night? The night my life ended… and then began again. I guess, with this telling, I should give you all the details, there are just a few things you should know about me.

A few years ago, I sacrificed my ability to do alchemy in order to return my little brother's body to him. I'm 18 now, and a lot taller than I used to be, while he's 17.

We live with Granny Pinako and Winry. We've known them all of our lives, and they're the only present friends who knew our mother. After she died, they became our family.

Me and my brother… are more than brothers. It's confusing, and wrong, but it's how things are. A couple years after he regained his body, he told me… he loved me more than a brother, and kissed me. At first it was confusing, but we're getting used to it. I love him, too.

I guess that's all you need to… no, there's just one more thing.

Vampires exsist.

So with that, this is officially:

Unending Night
Chapter 1
Enter: It's in the water.

One time I curse the clanking of this metal leg. It was always so loud on wood. That, and the creaking stairs, it was impossible to sneak into this house. So, as you've probably already deduced with your excellent detective skills, I was pretty loud coming in at 4:00 in the morning. So there stood Winry atop the banister, Al beside glaring half hearted and half asleep. Now, Winry wasn't at all pleasant, even when awake and chipper, so imagine when she was irritably half asleep, sporting a glare that would burn even the strongest set will.
"So…" I began, smiling nervously.
"What on Earth are you doing out so late! Why the hell are you making so much noise?" She screeched. She was entirely too hypocritical.
"I… was visiting Mum." I looked down, not wanting to see her quiet expression and ran up the stairs, grabbing Al's hand and fleeing into our room, leaving Winry to her musings.

"Brother!" Al giggled, pulling me back to him and turning me, then proceeding to place his hands on my waist. I smiled and rested my face in the crook of his neck. This… This was comfortable. It was pleasant and warm and made me feel safe, though I would never admit such a thing.
"What's wrong, Ed. You look worn down today." Al? He was just observant like that.

"Nothing's wrong, Al. I'm just… feeling trapped. We been here so long, I just can't settle." As I said this, I pulled him gently over to lay down on our bed. I curled up against him, putting my head on his chest. He pulled me just the slightest bit closer, making me smile. He was so cuddly.

"Did you... did you want to leave again?" I looked up at Al, who was trying desperately to hide his emotions. It was working, because i couldn't see a thing.
"I... want to visit the guys, see how everyone's doing, what they're up to... I want to know if Roy finally popped the question... I want to know-

I didn't ever finish that sentance. Al had leaned down mid-rant and softly captured my lips. It was calming, and immediately ended my thought process. When we seperated, i sent him a playful glare. "Points for lack of subtlety, Al."

"As opposed to telling you to shut your arse, i'd say that was a pleasant alternative, brother." He grinned, and I took it upon myself to lean up and kiss him lightly, pulling away seconds later with a smile.

"So... is that a yes?"

He seemed to think about it for only moments, before grinning at me.

"It was a yes."

And so, later that exact day, we left. It was a strange goodbye. Yelling, crying, wrenchy projectiles. (Wrenchy is here-by a word, so meh) But we got on the train with one destination in mind.

Central.

"It's cold."
When we stepped off the train, it was snowing. Now, I wouldn't have thought much about it, but we had nowhere to stay and my hair was getting wet. I know I know, I'm a guy, why should I care? Well, excuse me for caring about the way I look.
But we're getting off subject. It was freezing, and we were homeless. I didn't know about Al, but like hell I was going to pull up a box and wait it out in an alley, so I did the one thing that happened to pop into my head at the time.

I headed towards the dorms.

Okay, so we weren't military anymore, big deal? It wasn't as if we hadn't done our part, the least they could do was shelter us in what looked to be the beginings of a blizard.
Yea... so what if we had been insubordinate brats (Don't bring Al into this, Ed! You were the brat.) Our entire military career. Sue us!
Anyway! I stormed off toward the dorms with Al following suit, noticing something different. But I could not for the life of me figure out what it was.

And then it hit me.

No, but seriously. It DID hit me. One moment I was walking, minding my own business, when a figure lunges toward me from my side, shoving me to the ground.

I met the ground with a hard slam, and before I could react, I felt a stabbing pain in my left shoulder. I screamed, trying to shove the weight away, but it refused to budge. I squeezed my eyes shut and groaned through gritted teeth, as a nauseas feeling overwhelmed me. I felt a sickening movement all throughout my body, empty and fluid at once. It worked it's way to my throat and I vomited, the bile spilling over into my hair and in turn onto the ground.

And then it was gone, and I rolled over(Away from the vomit)and coughed. Opening my eyes, i saw Al coming toward me.

"Where is he? where's the-

"I don't know! He dissapeared. Brother, we need to get you to a hospitol."
My eyes widened, and I was about to protest, but the feeling came again, and the last thing I saw was the ground rushing toward me.

I heard voices. They were incoherant and fuzzy, and I couldn't make out the words. It was pleasant, like I was floating. It dissapointed me, knowing soon i would need to wake up, to face Al and the consequences of last night.
Listen to me. I'm making it sound like I set the city on fire and wanked off to the sight of it burning.
I opened my eyes and immediately regretted it. The room was so white, it burned. Carefully, I peeled back my eyelids with a groan.
I blinked.
I could see... alot. It was distracting, the bits of dirt and lint i could see floating in the air around and at all sides. The feel of the sheets was smoother than before, softer somehow.

"Ed!"

I winced. Why was Al yelling? Turning to him, I smiled. He was more beautiful than I remembered, but he was Al. So innocent and graceful, and the sexxiest thing on earth when he was aroused.
Shit! I'm getting off track again!

"Are you alright? You wouldn't wake up, and I was so worried." He sat on the edge of my bed and held my hand. I smiled. He was so cute.
I sat up, slowly, and pulled him closer, petting his hair as I kissed his forhead.

"Don't worry, Al, I'm fine. It doesn't even hurt."

He nodded, leaning his forhead against mine. His hands traveled up and down my arms, sending shivers down my back. Had I always been this sensitive?

"...Hey. Ed?"
I looked up, only half surprised to find Al studying me carefully. "What?"

"What happened to your face?"