Disclaimer: I do not own FMA

Disclaimer: I do not own FMA. The wonderful Hiromu Arawaka does.

Thank you for all of the reviews from the last chapter! About the Rating, you teenage people could handle more blood, can't you? Be a MAN! –Puffs arms- I have no muscles, my arms feel flabby to me. Heh Heh… .;

Rated T for now. Warning, there will be BLOOD. Maybe a bit of gore, I'm not sure. And my other story, Boxed In, sorry I haven't updated that.

Enjoy!

Music listening to currently: Is This What You Call Love by The Arrival.

Roy slammed the door to Riza's room open and scanned the area. "Hawkeye! What – where the hell are you?!" The room was deserted and glass shards from the broken window was scattered in the room.

He pointedly looked at the shattered window and his vision went red. Roaring profanities, he leapt up to the window, preparing to launch himself out into the night.

Hughes came into the room, huffing vigorously and mentally cursing Roy for his agility, and spotted the Colonel teetering on the window sill. Jumping over the broken shards, he was able to grasp onto Roy's ankles as the man leapt. Roy, not noticing that Hughes was hanging on his legs, jumped, only to be yanked back and fall forwards, smacking the outside wall area beneath the window he was to launch from with his face. A loud crack was heard as he made impact with the wall.

"Ouch! Hughes! What the hell are you doing?! Let go!" Mustang hollered, trying to yank his legs away from Hughes' grasp.

Hughes scoffed. "No way in hell, buddy. This is a three story building, and you actually thought of jumping? No wait – you weren't thinking. At all! I'm not going to let you die by falling smack dab onto the concrete sidewalk! Just think of what the townsfolk will say! 'Oh look, there's the Flame Alchemist, looks like he died by jumping out of a three story window. How pathetic. Let's go poke him with a stick!'" He grunted, struggling to keep a hold of Roy's legs.

Roy blinked the dilapidating red from his vision as Hughes finished his rant. "Alright Hughes! Jeez, you don't have to overreact. Pull me up."

A vein popped in the father's temple. "Overreact? OVERREACT?! You're the one jumping out of the window!" He seethed. "You know what," He pulled Roy's legs away from the wall and then jerked them back, making Roy smack into the wall again.

"Ouch! Okay, okay!"

Finally pulling the alchemist up from the window, the two sat on the floor –area where there weren't any shards- and gasped in air for several minutes.

"Alright," Hughes coughed. "We both know that someone kidnapped Hawkeye, but that doesn't mean that we have to jump out of windows and get to her as fast as we can. We have to strategize." Looking around the room, he spotted an envelope on the bed. "Look, that's probably from the kidnapper." He handed it to Roy.

Roy turned it over and started opening it. "Turn on the lights, Hughes; it's too dark to read."

The father nodded and stood up, walking over to the light switch and flipping it on. He turned back to Roy, only to see his face clearly. He started guffawing, pointing at the Colonel's face.

Roy blinked. "What's wrong with you?"

Hughes pointed at his nose.

Reaching up, he winced as he touched his nose. It was aching badly, probably from the wall. "Damn it. Hughes, you're in for it later." It was bruising, purple and yellow blotches covering his nose.

"Just read the damn paper."

Opening it, he read:

Flame Alchemist,

By now, you know that your Lieutenant is missing. She has been taken by us.

I'm sure that you want to find her, so we will be waiting at the Butcher's shop.

We are not promising anything of the Lieutenant's safety.

"But why are they telling us this? Wouldn't they have already killed her already, not wasting any time?"

"Shh, wait, there's more."

You are wondering, of course, why we are keeping her alive. For now. What we want, simple: You.

Being a powerful alchemist, we are in need of your power, to create the P. Stone. Knowing that you wouldn't comply, we had to take these actions. Luring you here, endangering your Lieutenant's safety, and your human mortality.

Come to the Shop, you will know more, and maybe find your Lieutenant alive.

-Reine

"The P. Stone? Philosopher's Stone? He kidnapped Hawkeye, changed you, and lured us here, to force you to create the Stone? Impossible!" Hughes cried. "And what does he mean by 'Us'? There's more of his kind?"

He didn't respond.

"Roy?"

Mustang clenched the letter in his hand, rumpling it. He glared at the wall ahead of him. "It's my fault, my own damn fault. It's my fault that Hawkeye was brought into this mess and kidnapped. She could get killed!" He abruptly stood up and seethed, his expression livid. "We're going after them, Hughes. Get ready to move out."

"Let's get to strategizing"

Meanwhile at the moment Roy and Hughes enter Riza's room:

Cold. The ground was cold. And it smelled like rotten flesh. Disgusting.

Sitting in a dark cellar, huddled in the corner in a caged cell, was not the most appealing thing when rotten bodies lay in other corners of the room. The room was bigger then the shop, which was surprising. It looked like a gigantic cavern. At the left side of the room was another door, probably leading to another room.

Riza blew a loose strand out of her face and wrapped her arms around her knees tighter, burying her chin into the comfort of her arms away from the cold. Only a few moments ago she woke up disoriented, but the familiar smell from the Butcher's cellar from the other night brought her back to her senses, as well as her gag reflux. She woke up alone, but that would soon change.

She heard a door close and quiet footfalls on the stairway. Looking up, she saw the same pair of eyes in her room. "Who are you? Why am I here?"

A set of white teeth gleamed in the darkness. "I thought you were a lot more perceptive than that, Riza. Honestly, you can't remember? We met only a few days ago."

Riza's brow rose and her eyes widened. "You can't be…Eric Meyer?"

Eric grinned from the other side of the bars. "I expected you'd be surprised. How are you doing?"

She ignored the question. "How can you…you're supposed to be dead!"

Eric sighed and opened the barred cell and stepped inside to walk over to Riza. "I thought you were smarter than this, Riza." He brought a hand to his hair, running it through his strands. "I'll give you some hints. When you found my 'body'" He gestured with his hands. "There was a hole in the chest, but no blood. Why do you think that?"

I was thinking that you were murdered by –" Riza paused. Did Eric know about Reine?

It seemed that Eric knew what she was about to say. "Reine? Mm, a very interesting theory. But no." He rubbed his chin. "I guess the similarities were too identical for you to identify…" He smiled. "If you happened to thoroughly examine the body, you would've known that the body wasn't mine."

Not his? A decoy? "Not yours? Then it was a civilian?"

"Yup. My twin brothers, to be exact. But he was killed a long time ago, before you came here. That's why there was no blood. And I drained him, too."

Shock registered on the blonde's face. Drain? "You drained him…meaning you're also a vampire?"

Eric grinned. "You catch on quick."

"But your eyes…"

"Contacts."

"Since when?" Riza demanded.

"Several years after you were stationed the Colonel's command." He crouched next to her, stroking her cheek. She internally cringed, but was immobile to move. "My dear Riza, I was devastated when you left to become a dog of the military. Mortified, I searched for something that would relieve me of my grief. And then that's when I found Reine." He chuckled darkly. "He promised me that I would be able to have you back if I were to be a servant under his command. And so I agreed, and became one of the eternal damned. However," Eric's grip on her cheek tightened a bit. "Full, new-born vampires tend to loose their memories when they are first changed. For a few years, Reine led me through his way of life and did all he could to bring my memories back. Three years later, it all came back to me; you going to the military, leaving me, the change, why I'm under Reine's command, and my love for you." He leaned in and brushed his lips against Riza's.

Riza, shocked from the story, could do nothing in his iron grip as he kissed her. A second later, reason came back into her mind and she jerked away, slapping Eric with her hand in the process. Anger flashed through the vampire's eyes. Standing up, he swiftly jerked his leg, colliding into Riza. She flew back into the wall, the sharp cobblestones digging into her shoulder and ripping the fabric there.

The blonde collapsed to the ground roughly with a gasp. "Is this what you call love?" She spit out when she regained her breath.

"More like tough love, my dear Elizabeth." Eric replied, smiling coyly as he crouched back down next to the fallen Lieutenant.

"Don't call me that! I was never yours in the first place!" She seethed.

"You have no idea-" He was cut off. Riza looked up to his face to why he stopped and then noticed he was staring at her shoulder that was exposed from the shredded fabric; the exact spot where Roy drank her blood. Eric sniffed and then his expression became livid. "He fed on you?" His voice was strangled.

Riza gasped as he took a hold of her throat with one hand while jerking her mouth open with his other. Peering inside, he growled loudly. "You're not a vampire." He blinked. "That's right…Mustang's a half-vampire…for now."

Riza's eyes widened. "What do you mean 'for now'? What's wrong with Colonel Mustang?" She demanded.

Eric opened his mouth to reply but was cut off by a smooth voice. "That's enough, Eric." Reine was by the stairs, an unreadable expression on his face. His cropped brown hair was smoothed down and his blood red eyes shined as he gazed at the other two.

Eric released the blonde and stiffly stood up, turning to the other side of the cell. "My apologies, Master."

A thought went through Riza's head. "Wait, were you the one that attacked me last night in the Butcher's shop? And the one who kidnapped me from the house?"

Eric nodded and smirked. "Yes, it was. And I must say you have quite an aim." (A/N: Kick in the groin and bullet if you're wondering.)

"Then how could you walk? I was sure I shot you in the leg!"

"Vampires have the uncanny ability to heal quickly. The venom acts like a healing tonic to us." Reine cut in.

Riza grimaced and asked. "Just what kind of abilities do Vampires have anyway?"

Reine smiled and then Eric was by his side with a clang of the iron cell door. "The usual; Agility, Stamina, Strength, and the Six Sense," He paused. "I'm sure that's not what you wanted to ask, am I right, Miss Hawkeye?"

She pursed her lips. "There has to be another reason to why I'm here. If you wanted to eat me, you would've have done that already." Eric shot an appraised look at Reine who ignored him. "What do you want with Colonel Mustang?

Reine smirked. "Simple. I need him for the Philosopher's Stone."

Riza's jaw dropped. "The Stone?! You cannot be serious!"

Reine waved his hand and turned back to the stairs. "In due time, Lieutenant Hawkeye, in due time, you will know everything." He glanced at Eric. "Come, Eric, I'm growing thirsty, and Mustang will be here soon. I wish to prepare."

"We're just going to leave her here alone?"

Reine laughed. "Unless she wants to be killed, she'll hopefully stay in place."

With one last look, Eric followed his master up the stairs.

After several minutes in sure to see that no one was with her, Riza slumped back against the wall and rubbed her exposed shoulder. They wanted Roy. Reine planned this entire thing just to get Roy to create the Stone.

Riza groaned and tapped her head against the wall behind her. Worst of all, he could die.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid!" She growled, banging her head against the wall repeatedly. "We fell for the entire thing!" And she couldn't even confess her feelings to him. Riza looked around the room and spotted a clock hung on the wall.

Twelve o' clock.

Might as well get some sleep.

…

Stupid damned human bats.

--

"What did she mean when she said you were to eat her? We had a deal, Reine!" His harsh whispers echoed through the alley.

Reine tossed the drained corpse away and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. "Calm, Eric, you're over reacting."

"You won't touch her!" Eric seethed.

"Don't worry. She's all yours when I have Mustang."

Eric frowned and dropped his corpse as well. "What are you going to do with Mustang after you create the stone?

"I'll have him as one of my subordinates. I'm sure he will agree."

"There's been something I've been meaning to ask, Reine."

"And what is that?"

Eric pursed his lips before speaking. "Mustang. How much longer until he becomes a full fledged Vampire?"

Reine smiled at Eric. "I wouldn't be surprised if he felt the spasms by now. In due time, my friend."

--

"Roy! Roy, wait up! My legs can't keep up with you!" Hughes huffed. "Stupid, speedy vampire," He grumbled.

"I heard that."

"I thought you would."

It was one in the morning, and the two officers were running hard and desperately in order to get to the Butcher's shop in time. It was dark, and the walkways were deserted. After an hour of thinking things through, they finally left.

"Could you carry me Roy? I'm exhausted!"

"Deal with it Hughes, it's just around the corner."

She couldn't be dead. Not now. Not ever. And Reine; he would kill him the moment he gets his hands on him for bringing her into this mess.

"We're here!!" And they were. The Fat Pig design above the entrance was stunning as usual and made the shop look eerie.

"Can I ask you something, Roy?"

Roy sighed. "Might as well; we could die in here."

Hughes ignored the comment. "Since they want to use you to create the Stone, they probably have something in there that will create the stone as well. All they need is some alchemy."

"Your point, Hughes?"

"Does Hawkeye know any alchemy?" He asked bluntly.

Roy looked at his friend dumbstruck. "What? No, of course not! What makes you think that?"

Hughes frowned. "The tattoo on her back…you probably know about it, don't you? There's burn marks on her back, and the same symbols are on your gloves."

Roy's jaw dropped. "How do you know about that?"

Hughes snorted. "I wasn't born yesterday, Roy. I've been with you and Hawkeye long enough to know almost everything about you too." He shrugged. "And I also saw the tattoo while I was bandaging her up last night."

Roy didn't respond. Hughes frowned. "Well? Are you sure she doesn't know any alchemy?"

"Well…she read some alchemy textbooks with me when we were younger…but I burned the array on her back, I doubt anybody could use a disrupted array," He muttered. "We'll talk about this later, Hughes. Let's go." Slipping his gloves on and knives ready, the stealthily opened the door and stepped inside.

--

Riza jolted awake with a sore neck. Cringing, she sat up from her uncompromising position. It was even darker than before, but a lamp hung on the wall dimly lit the room. She squinted into the darkness at the clock. One in the morning. Great, only an hour of sleeping. Not very enjoyable.

Suddenly, she heard a footfall. Snapping her head in the direction of the stairs, she narrowed her eyes into the darkness. Was Reine back?

Her question was answered.

Roy stepped down the stairs and scanned the room, immediately targeting on his Lieutenant. "Hawkeye!"

"Colonel?" She blinked and relaxed as he and Hughes opened the cell and stepped inside.

"Are you hurt, Lieutenant?"

"I'm fine sir. Nothing – what happened to your face?" Her lips twitched as she saw the blotches of purple and yellow in the dim light. She heard Hughes chuckle as Roy glared at him.

Roy grimaced. "Hughes made me run into a wall."

"Not exactly run into-."

"Shut it Hughes!" He turned his attention back to the Lieutenant. "Where is Reine, and tell me what happened."

The blonde Lieutenant repeated the story to the other two quickly.

"Wow," Hughes sighed. "Never knew Eric was so desperate."

Roy growled harshly.

"And what does he mean by Roy's a half-vampire for now? You think it has anything to do with your spasm earlier?" Hughes asked.

"Spasm?" Riza asked, worriedly. "What are you talking about, Hughes? What happened earlier?"

"He collapsed right before you were brought here. Not sure why-" Suddenly, a black blur flashed by Hughes and he crashed into the stone wall. His head clashed with the cobblestones, making the stones crumble and fall around his unconscious body.

"HUGHES!"

There you go! Chapter 12! Cliff Hanger

Right, starting from here the few next chapters might be a bit confusing, so ask any questions if you have any.

Err, I might not be able to update for a while because School is starting in two weeks. Busy with papers, sports, etc. I'll do the best I can though, hopefully at least an update a month. If I can't, I apologize.

By the time the story is finished, I at least want to reach 100 reviews. So…REVIEW!

-Maya