Hey guys thanks for the reviews. Sounds like you want the story to continue so I guess it will. Please be nice. This is my first story ever. I forgot to mention in the other chapter that this is a AU story. It will have some of the same people but different places and stuff. Also that Carpathians shut down their heart and lungs when they 'go to ground' (sleep in the earth) so it looks like they're dead, but they can regain consciousness at any time. Just thought I'd let you know in case some bits later on confuse you :)
Disclaimer: I still don't own Fullmetal Alchemist or Christine Feehan's work. If I did there would Roy/Ed in every episode.
Streaks of lightning danced through the midnight sky, illuminating the earth for a split second. The ground rumbled and shook, unsettled as the creature burst into the air, instantly fouling every living thing around it. The very grass it stood on withered and died. The vampire settled to earth, turning its head this way and that, its cunning mind picking up on any disturbance within the surrounding area. Its rotten heart racing, it listened, for it knew that the hunter was not far behind. He was the bait. Drawing the hunter into the very heart of a trap where there was no escape.
Roy Mustang traveled through the Earth, following the decaying scent of the undead. He was a hunter. An ancient warrior of his kind. The oldest and strongest of all Carpathians. Even the most proud of the males dared not stand in his way. They cowered in fear from his intimidating presence, his cold charcoal eyes that held nothing but death in their depths to any who dared get close enough to look. There was none that matched his power. He bent fire to his will, using it to burn the tainted heart of the vampire, ending its deranged existence.
Like all male Carpathians he was taller than any human. Dominating over any of his kind at six-foot six he loomed over anyone he spoke to. Thick cords of muscle rippled beneath his shirt, leading women to create fantasies of what those muscles would look and feel like beneath that thin barrier. He glided when he walked, an enthralling, sensual grace that mesmerized, but frightened as well. His steps were those of a sleek feline, alluring many with his elegant movements, distracting from the real danger that he presented. Beneath this outer shell, a predator resided that drove fear into the hearts of many. His kind spoke of him only as 'The Dark One'. A fitting name for one so ruthless and unfeeling.
As he grew in power the more his people feared and excluded him, until eventually they wouldn't acknowledge him at all for fear of their lives. Many centuries alone had molded him into a cold executioner, the ultimate source of justice for the undead. Existing only to fight the vampire, Carpathians who had lost their way and given up their soul to the darkness. He had long given up hope for a Lifemate, the other half to his black soul. Surely his Lifemate would have to be Carpathian, but if none even acknowledged his presence how would he find them. It was unheard of for any other life form to be compatible with a Carpathian. These thoughts had plagued the hunter many a night, and didn't look like they would cease any time soon.
Roy burst into the early morning air, before quickly settling to ground. Immediately he scanned his surroundings, spotting the undead he had been hunting not too far from where he was. An unnatural quiet had descended upon the area, signaling something evil was afoot. Birds had stopped chirping, insects silent as the grave. Roy had a nagging feeling in the back of his mind but chalked it up to the vampire that was near.
He smoothly glided to where the undead was, as the vile creature had made no move to escape. The nagging feeling was getting stronger but Roy unwisely ignored it.
"It was an amateur move to kill a human in my territory, vampire", Roy's voice was like velvet, wrapping itself around the undead, making it want to hear him speak again. Seeing that the vampire didn't speak Roy chose another manoeuvre.
"Tell me why you would make such a foolish move. You are no fledgling, to merely kill for the thrill of it. There must be a hidden motive. Why don't you share it with me?" A hidden compulsion, a 'push' was put into the question so that the vampire had no choice but to obey. It opened its mouth to answer-
Suddenly the nagging feeling Roy had ignored came back full force as three more undead burst from the earth and surrounded the hunter, bloodlust in their sunken eyes. Roy sensed that the one to the left of him was an ancient vampire, one that would be take his entire concentration to kill, but with the pawns in the way it would be a difficult battle.
He didn't give any outward sign that he was surprised that more had turned up. He kept his masculine face blank. Charcoal eyes chilling, sculpted mouth straight, defined chin held high, but inside was a different story.
'Damn!' He thought desperately, 'I should've known there would be more. A fledgling mistake! I shouldn't have let this pawn distract me. I am an ancient! Not to be caught by such a basic trap as this!'
Roy didn't take his eyes off the spectating ancient, and prepared himself as the three pawns attacked.
I'll leave it on a cliffy. How will Roy fare against three vampires and an ancient? Next chapter will be a lot longer. Promise. Until next time :)