Thanks for all the reviews!!! You've really made me want to continue writing this.
By the way when Roy talked of 'going to ground', it means that he's going to rest in the Earth. It heals their wounds when they can't do it themselves.
With the convo with the ancient, it's insane basically. But the prince talk was true. I touched lightly on it in the 1st chap but not that much. The prince of the Carpathian people sent out a bunch of his strongest warriors all around the world to fight and kill vampires. Destroy the threat of them. The warriors knew that when they agreed to go that they'd probably never have a Lifemate and would have to greet the dawn, or lose all their honor and become vampire, like the ancient did. Since they were experienced warriors they'd already lost their emotions, and when sent out, it got harder for them to oppress the darkness. But they were extremely loyal to their prince and out they went. It's been several centuries since then and things are getting extremely hard for them.
Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist or Christine Feehan's work.
Edward looked on as the presence of evil got stronger. He knew that whatever was heading toward him would be here very soon.
As the moment finally came, he hardened his stance, preparing for the worst. Surprisingly a handsome man emerged from the undergrowth. He was tall, elegant and compelling. But as Edward concentrated on him, the illusion of beauty vanished. In its place was a vile creature. Hideous in appearance, it closed the distance between them. Frozen in horror, Edward watched as the sunken red eyes, stretched tight over taut skin, roved over his body. Rotten tongue rolling over bloody, broken teeth. It smirked.
"What are you doing out here all alone, little one?"
The illusion gone, its voice was like nails on a chalkboard. Ear-splitting and horrible to listen to. Despite that Edward's eye twitched in outrage. No longer frozen he yelled for all to hear.
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING LITTLE, YOU UGLY PIECE OF SHIT?!"
Surprised at the intensity of the reaction, the creature took a step back. Edward advanced on it, intending to do bodily harm to the thing that dared call him short, not knowing that his opponent wasn't human.
As Edward threw himself at the creature, it nimbly dodged out of the way at the last second. He paused. He was faster than was humanly possible, yet this. . . thing was even faster than him. He now regarded the unknown threat with caution. He started circling, and it did the same. Neither giving any openings to the other.
Ed knew he was in trouble. He needed to use his head and not fight blindly. To him it looked like the thing didn't want to hurt him, but you could never be too careful. He'd learned that the hard way.
He closed his eyes and went deep into the recessed of his mind. He pictured the shape of the jaguar and held it. Sleek, graceful, powerful. A true predator. His eyes snapped open watching the creature. As he did so, his body began to change. Hands became big furry paws, torso morphing to form a powerful frame, legs shortening and contorting to hold strong muscles. In the place of the human stood a somewhat small, but muscular jaguar. Golden irises slitted, ears perked up alert. Glancing at the creature, he expected to see a shocked look on its face from his transformation.
To his own shock, the thing hadn't even flinched. It just stood there. Smirk still in place. Truly pissed off, Edward launched his new agile body at it. They hit the ground hard. The jaguar's heavy body knocking the creature over. Trying to pin it, and it him, made them both roll. The thing hissed and tried to sink its razor-sharp teeth into Ed's exposed neck. All the while, Ed clawed and bit every bit of it he could. The jaguar inside telling him to finish it, to use his nearly unbreakable teeth and sink them into the creature's neck. To suffocate it in the true way of the feline.
Ed howled as the creature's fangs pierced his neck and greedily drank his blood, locking its arms around his torso. Losing his concentration, his body shifted back to that of a human. Hair now free from its confinds, spilled around his shoulders. His strength slipping, he feebly tried to get the thing off. It was futile however, as its strength seemed to increase the more blood it took, to an unsurpasssable level. What the hell was this thing? A vampire or something? Man, the blood loss must really be getting to him to think that.
Consciousness nearly gone, Ed could only watch as the creature suddenly lifted its head and turned to glare at a figure. It hissed, and let him go. All he saw was a blurry, black shape before the ground came rushing up and darkness consumed him.
Roy traced the spike of power to a small clearing. He figured he could make it there in about a minute. A question bugged him though. Why wasn't the vampire running? Surely it would've sensed him coming. It wasn't an ancient so it should have no desire to battle him. It wouldn't stand a chance. Somewhat intrigued, he hurried on to the clearing. Before he could get there he heard a voice that would change his existence forever.
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING LITTLE, YOU UGLY PIECE OF SHIT?!"
The male voice slid over and into his body. Invaded his heart and lungs with the ferocity of a firestorm. It felt as though the element he commanded was burning him up from the inside. Colors burst all around him, stopping him in his tracks. He pressed his hands to his eyes, the colors too much to handle after centuries of endless grey. A floodgate opened, and where before there had been nothing, now there was everything. Emotions swamped him in an instant. The primal ones most dominant. Sadness, for the loss of his people. Happiness, for finally finally having emotions again. Love and fear for the one who gave him this gift. And anger, toward the one who dared to touch what was rightfully his. With all this came a sharp lust that ripped through him. Craving the touch and taste of his Lifemate. His! No one else's. Jealousy burned a black hole through his heart. The inner beast roared for blood. The vampire that was touching his Lifemate was dead. It just didn't know it yet.
With that thought, he sliced through the undergrowth like a blade, quickly gaining on the vampire. Vengeance was on his mind. In his heart. In his eyes. Narrowing his vision to a red haze, as the beast inside roared for release. He pushed it down below the surface. This was no time to lose his head. The other half to his soul was in danger.
Roy erupted from the dense bush into the clearing. The vampire hissed at him, and released its victim. Hatred evident in the sunken eyes. But he ignored all that. He only had eyes for his other half. His gaze instantly drawn to the prone figure at the undead's feet. His Lifemate. He was stunning, even unconscious. Long, sun-kissed hair framed his face. If it wasn't for the bruises around his throat, he could've been mistaken for sleeping. Two small puncture marks were clear as day on the side of his neck, slowly oozing blood with each pump of his weakened heart.
A black rage manifested within Roy. Dark, and dangerous it rose to the surface. Charcoal eyes receded to be taken over by a hell-fire red. Nails lengthening to sharp talons. Already sharp teeth becoming saber-like. The beast roared in triumph as it took control. Primitive in nature, it knew only one thing. Kill whatever had touched what was his.
The vampire took a step back, knowing it was in danger. The beast was released and no amount of reasoning or fighting would stop it. It would fight until it won or it was killed. But the undead had consumed a lot of the boy's blood. The sweet liquid was powerful in a way that no humans should be. It gave a strength that rivaled an ancient's. Though it should be impossible.
The vampire, realizing what an asset the human would be, made a decision to keep him. But as it bent down to pick the boy up, a white-hot pain exploded at his shoulder. Screeching, it looked. Its entire arm was gone. Ripped off by the beast's unbreakable talons. Blood poured out of the wound, onto the human. The acidic substance burning his flesh as it landed.
A smell of burning human flesh reached the beast's nose. Roaring in rage at its property being damaged, it went in for the kill. The vampire backed up, but it was too late. The beast's claws were already around its heart. In a last ditch attempt, the undead moved his wounded, bloody shoulder over the human's body, intending to kill him with the acid. If it couldn't have the human, no one could.
The heart came free with a sickening slurp. The undead was incinerated before it even had a chance to scream. In triumph, the transformed Carpathian roared. A sound that had creatures quivering in fear. In victory, it tore into the heart with its teeth, ignoring the burning. It had won, and it would stake its claim. This was its territory. Let something try and change that.
As it feasted, a tingling grew in the back of its primitive mind. Blocking it out, it concentrated more on the smell of burning human flesh again. It was stronger than before. Looking down at the human, it saw that its black shirt was gone and the skin beneath was red raw.
Suddenly the tingling feeling in its mind grew with enormous intensity. A presence took over. Tendrils ensnaring the beast's wild mind, forcing it back into the recesses of the Carpathian's mind, sealing it.
Roy gasped as his body shifted back to normal. Claws and teeth receding. Red eyes making way for black. Ignoring the pain of the shift, he glanced down at the reason why he was able to take control again. His Lifemate was hurt and needed his help.
His own wounds the least of his worries, he scooped the boy into his arms. His scent sending Roy's emotions into a field day. Too many to feel at once. Guilt, sorrow, happiness, love, but most of all, lust. A sweet poison that flowed through his veins, making his body burn stronger than any vampire blood ever could. Pushing his desire aside, he took to the darkening sky.
Cradling the small body to his much larger one, he flew through the air. A new sense of wonder filled him. He could see in color. No more black and white. With his Carpathian vision he could see everything like it was day. The green of the trees, the clear blue water in the streams, flowing throughout the mountains. It was amazing. Once again, he found himself thanking the little ball of wonder in his arms.
Out of the blue, the blonde's eye twitched. Roy watched him for another minute but it didn't happen again.
"He must be dreaming", Roy thought.
A small hole in one of the mountains became visible as Roy neared it. The hole was big enough for a large animal. But Roy was as big as a large animal, which didn't leave much room for the boy in his arms.
"I guess it's a good thing he's so small", he pondered to himself. The blonde's eye twitched again, and made Roy seriously wonder if there was something wrong with his eye. It was only the boy's back that was burnt. He couldn't be flinching, because he wouldn't be in pain. He was unconscious. Roy would know the moment he woke up ,and would shield his Lifemate from the pain. Roy needed to check this out some more.
He slowed down as he descended. Stopping an inch above the ground and hovering, he closed the gap between feet and ground, landing lightly at the cave mouth. He scanned his surroundings for any enemies that may discover the cave, and secured the bundle more tightly in his arms before entering his hideout.
Sorry it took so long to update. Been really busy. Not as long as I'd hoped but hopefully a longer one next time. Can you think what's wrong with Ed's eye? Don't forget Ed can read minds :)