A/N: I finally got my computer fixed. But when my computer was plugged in and working, EVERYTHING was deleted. There goes my 50% work of this story. I can't remember anything. But I improvised!

Enjoy~!

The large room that resembled a miniature battlefield, tinted in a dim light, seemed fairly eerie because of the unwelcomed guests.

Riza lightly patted Hughes' cheek and called out his name, panicked, as Roy stood up defensively in front of them. "Lieutenant Colonel, are you alright? Wake up Hughes!"

He didn't answer. The man's head lolled back as the blonde lieutenant patted his cheek. She checked his pulse and breathed out in relief as she felt his heartbeat. Gently laying the unconscious man down, she wrapped his coattail around his head tightly, pressurizing his head-wound. Riza turned her body slightly to Roy. "He's fine, only a head-wound and he's unconscious. It might be a possible concussion."

Roy grunted in response and positioned his fingers into a snapping form. Eric stood several steps in front of Reine who were at the entrance to the cellar.

Reine smiled, however it held a malicious edge. "My sincerest apologies, Mustang, my apprentice hasn't fully controlled his self-control. I guess he thought your friend was you."

Roy glared at the two, maneuvering himself so that he was directly in line of the vampires and his comrades. "There's no need to endanger my subordinates, Reine. Your demand was to lure me here and I obeyed; let them go."

Reine chuckled and shook his head. "Your affection for those humans are surprising, Colonel. I expected you to already devour them by now-"

"Curse my amazing self-control," Roy spat.

"But because you're only half-vampire," Reine continued as if he wasn't interrupted. "Your thirst for blood isn't as strong as mine or Eric's."

"Although," Eric smoothly cut in. "He still has the need to drink, seeing as there are bite marks on Elizabeth's neck." He glared ferociously at the Colonel. "You had no right to feed on her Mustang."

Roy raised a brow. "No right? She offered! My lieutenant made the decision herself!"

"She's endangered her life ever since she left to become your lapdog lieutenant!"

"Like I said," Mustang stressed. "She made the decision herself!"

"Oh like you had nothing do with her choice -"

"Would you stop talking like I'm not here?!"

Roy internally cringed as the owner of the shrill demand steamed behind him. He turned his head slightly to glance at the blonde lieutenant at the corner of his eye. She was standing, hair a disaster, a shadow under her eyes, and both hands clasped firmly on the handle of her gun, pointed directly at Eric.

Roy groaned inside and frowned. "Stay down, Hawkeye, I can handle this."

"Like hell you could! I'm not going to stand back and watch you fight alone – I'm your Lieutenant for goodness sake!"

"Have you not realized the insubordination meaning in that sentence? I know you're my Lieutenant, but I am your Colonel! I order you to stand down!"

"And watch you get mauled by those two? I think not!" Riza growled back, gesturing to the vampires with her hand. However, her hand was covered with the blood of Hughes' head-wound.

Roy's head swam with a heavy cloud but was shaken away as quickly as it came as he glowered at her blood-covered hand. "I will not -"

"Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust, like diamonds we are cut with our own dust." (John Webster)

Roy turned back to Reine. "What?"

Reine waved his hand. "As a vampire, Roy, your own demise will be your lust for blood from a beloved."

Roy glared at him. "I thought you would've known that I wasn't a complete vampire, Reine."

Reine smirked. "You're an idiot when it comes to logics, aren't you Mustang? And here I thought you were an alchemist."

"Stop your babbling and explain."

Reine chuckled darkly again and began to pace, grinning maliciously at the Colonel. "I believe we've established the fact that you've been feeding off of your lieutenant, am I wrong?" Receiving no reply, he continued. "Let me ask you this, Colonel; is your lieutenant the only one you've been feeding on ever since our encounter on that night?"

"Correct. Where are you going with this?"

"Patience, Colonel, let me finish. I also believe you've been having spasms since about a few hours ago, correct?" Receiving a nod, he smiled. "Now to the logics."

Stopping, he faced Roy with an impassive expression. "I have been consuming humans entirely before disposing them, draining them completely of their blood leaving no drop behind. As you probably know, a half-breed only turns into a full fledged vampire when he consumes an entire human. You, Roy, are only half-vampire because you haven't drained your lieutenant completely; feeding only on small quantities. But I can see that you haven't thought this through.

"Think of it this way - imagine a goblet filled to the brim with wine. Parched, you drink only half of the wine. As soon as you place your goblet down, a companion refills your cup back to the rim, and you continue to drink half of the wine while your friend pours more and more. Are you following me?

"What I'm saying is, your lieutenant is that goblet of wine and because you're only consuming small amounts, her body is being replaced with more blood. You see, the quantities you consume add up altogether into a large amount of blood. The quantities equal to the amount of consuming a normal human being. So drinking in small amounts isn't any different to devouring the human completely. You're doing yourself no good."

Roy's eyes nearly gouged out of their sockets as he absorbed the information. "Are you saying that –?"

"You lieutenant is on the verge of becoming a Vampire, and the spasms you are having aren't just any kind of coincidence. They're affects of the process of changing into a full-fledged vampire. The amount of my venom is increasing in your bloodstream."

"Colonel?" Roy turned back to his lieutenant whose eyes were wide. "What is he talking about?"

"Oh he didn't tell you? I apologize, Mustang. I didn't know it was meant to be a secret." Roy gritted his teeth and clenched his hand into a fist as he turned back to the vampires. Reine smiled back at him with a sinful spark "Although, it's not a great idea to keep it secret forever you know; by the time you would have decided to tell your beloved lieutenant about your news, you'd be one of us," His smile grew into a full blown smirk. "And your friends would be dead."

"Shut up!" Roy roared and then snapped. Riza protectively covered herself over the unconscious Hughes as flames burst with a loud thundering noise, small flickering sparks streaming towards the two men and a cloud of smoke misting over. Small amounts of debris fell from the ceiling of the cellar, tapping on her shoulder. As the ringing in her ears dimmed and the sound of the explosion dimming, she raised her head.

Roy seethed, his pointed teeth bearing at Reine who was now off to the side, nowhere near where the flames were aimed.

Reine's smirk remained plastered on his face. "What, not fond of the idea? Surely Roy, think of your future as a vampire!" He grinned at the Colonel. "You'd be able to do anything you want with all of your newfound powers; your speed, power, and senses! Think of all the power you'd gained from this!" His eyes flitted to Riza for a moment as his voice lowered an octave. "Come, stand by my side and you can have anything you desire; even the safety of your friends."

"You bastard!" Riza stood up, not bothering with the debris covering her from head to toe. "You've resulted to bribery? You're only doing this because you want the Colonel to be your aide so that you can have power!"

Roy finally spoke, his voice dangerously low. "Your right, Reine." He smiled with no light in his eyes, only a burning torch residing inside. "I would have power, but not the kind I am looking for. The power you are aiming for is one to demolish any threats, one that would promptly kick you off of your throne. You're one for lust; hunting for things a mortal wouldn't want and shoving things the way you want the world to be; inhuman, changing everyone in the world to be the same as you so you could rule over them with no secrets and knowing that you're the strongest of them all.

"But the power I am seeking for is not the kind that will hurt people. It's the power to change the country to something that people can live peacefully in; one without wars or unintentional, unwanted deaths. I want to change the equality in the world so that every person can live their way without any discrimination. They deserve a leader who can lead them through the problems of the country, and from the support from my subor- friends; I know I am capable of being that leader." He then smiled at Riza. "I'm doing this for my belief in changing in the country, and for the love of my life," He whispered the last words –although it was hearable to the lieutenant- and turned back to smile challengingly at Reine whose face was stoically masked. "So no, Reine. I will not accept your offer of having that kind of power." (A/N: Cheesy..?)

Silence passed for moments as the words dissolved into Riza's mind. Although she had heard his goals before, they had still hit her like a ton of bricks. Her breathe hitched when he had looked at her and uttered those words. Even though a small part of her mind- possibly cramming itself into the deepest crevice of her mind- knew this, realization came to her like a bulldozer. Roy…

A burst of maniacal laughter startled the two officers. Reine bent over slightly, unable to hold himself up as he laughed uncontrollably. Moments passed before his laughter stopped and he stood up straight, smirking in amusement. "Your words are touching, Mustang, yet I don't think you seem to understand the concept." He then smiled the widest, malicious grin that the two have ever seen. "My 'offer' was never an offer."

Roy blinked and began to talk. "What-" but was stopped as a hand pale crashed to his neck, effectively shoving him back as the hand clutched onto his throat, cutting whatever he had to say off. Tumbling into the side of the wall next to the collapsed officer, cobblestones made an indent of Roy's body in the wall. The movement was so quick, he couldn't comprehend what had happened until Reine's freezing breathe blew across his face. "You sealed your fate the moment you said "No," Colonel Mustang. I could always find another alchemist to turn into a vampire, so I could gladly dispose of you now." Reine's hand dug deeper into Roy's throat, making him sputter a cough as his hands clawed themselves at the pale hands constricting his airways and the debris crumbling beneath him.

BAM

The hands froze as well as Reine's body. Narrowing his eyes slightly, he glanced at his side at the blond lieutenant who was fuming as she held up her gun. The barrel smoked from when the bullet whizzed out and into the vampire's arm. The sleeve revealed the hole in the vampire's flesh, but no blood poured.

Reine sighed and with his unoccupied hand he lightly snapped his fingers. "Eric."

Roy's eyes bugged out at the mention of his name and saw a flash of brown. "NO!"

A knee had gouged itself into the lieutenant's gut with a powerful kick, flinging her back into the wall. She coughed a gasp as the stone rocks scratched at her quarter-bare-back and slid down the wall, gasping for air. Blood seeped out of the corner of her mouth which Eric had pleasantly noticed.

His eyes trained on the struggling lieutenant as he spoke. "Reine, may I?"

"Do whatever you want; you've done your part of our deal," Reine replied.

Eric grinned and slowly began his stride to the blonde lieutenant.

"NO!" Roy roared out. A sudden burst of energy flew through his veins, throbbing and pulsing in his head as he began to see red. One of his hands flung back and then snapped forwards, twisting itself into Reine's jaw. The claws removed themselves from his neck and he pounced at the flying vampire.

Reine hadn't registered the fact that he was just struck, still disoriented from the attack. Funny, you'd think vampire would be faster than that.

Roy flung himself at the man, grasping his arm before whirling around and catapulting Reine in a painstakingly-fast movement to the other side of the room. Snarling, he brought his hand up and snapped.

It seemed as if it was in slow motion to Roy, but in reality, it was a mere matter of seconds.

Debris crumbled, heaping into a pile where Reine had been thrown to. Smoke was still misting, but no movement whatsoever.

The red dimmed in his eyes before hearing a rustle of clothing and familiar gasping of breathe. Snapping his head to behind him, he saw Eric leering over the lieutenant who lay on her back, arm clutching her stomach in pain. Snarling, red returned to its full-blown color as he turned fully to the second vampire. He took a step but then noticed the vampire looking at him from the corner of his eyes and smirking.

Eric turned his head slightly to Roy and his lips moved. "Not yet," he mouthed.

At that moment, crumbles of granite gyrated against each other and then a hissing noise emanated behind him. He turned, only to be flown to the side with a powerful, thundering crash.

Reine stood where Roy was standing only a moment ago, red eyes blazing with determination. He frowned at Roy who pushed himself away from the wall. "I forgot how difficult it is to deal with a changing vampire," He gestured to Eric. "He was quite a handful when he was changing; nearly poked my eye out with his meaty fingers, that moron." He sighed. "And since you're also an alchemist, this will be harder than I thought."

Roy gritted his teeth and aimed. "Then don't resist." Snap

The flames missed, bursting in air. Reine had sidestepped the river, immediately rushing forth with his teeth bared, dripping with venom.

They clashed; teeth bore, snarling ripping through the air, snapping, explosions, and whirling of quick movements that were barely seen through a mortal's eyes.

As the two twirled in tempo, Eric crouched down to the breathless lieutenant. Tucking a finger under her chin, he tilted her face up to meet his own. "Besides my face, Elizabeth, the death of your Colonel will be the last thing you see. Might as well make it last." He then turned her to her side to the scene playing before them. "It'll be over soon, love, and then you'll be in your own utopia."

"No," Riza gasped, struggling to sit up with the weight of the vampire's strength. "The Colonel has been in deeper situations than this; he'll win." She grunted, the dust of smoke filling her lungs. "He won't get killed by the likes of your master."

Eric smirked. "You never know – stranger things have -" He cut himself off with a small grunt.

Riza blinked as she saw a small gleam flash by her eyes. Looking up, she saw that a small dagger had dug itself through Eric's chest. The gleam had come from the dagger. The dagger that looked oddly…"

"Yeah, Eric, stranger things have happened."

Riza turned her head, wincing at the small pain but her eyes lit up at the voice's owner. "Hughes!"

A small tread of blood was trickling down her forehead under the gauze that was wrapped around his head. As quickly as he could, he stumbled over to the Lieutenant before promptly kicking the shocked vampire. His body flew several feet away, the dagger still protruding from his chest.

He bent down to the Lieutenant and gently helped her sit up, minding her back. "You alright?"

Riza brushed her hair out of her face. "Nothing I can handle. What about you, sir?"

"Bumps, bruises, scratches; nothing I can handle," Hughes chuckled, but winced in pain.

Glasses cracked, he squinted at the vampire lying on the cellar floor. "You're the one who knocked me out?"

The foggy-distance look in Eric's eyes disappeared, replaced by a malicious, angered look. His palms turned flat against the floor, pushing him up in a fluid movement as he stood. One of his hands reached up to grasp the hilt of the dagger before jerking the knife out of his chest. A clear, slimy fluid coated the blade.

Dropping the blade to the ground, the corner of Eric's mouth curled upwards, revealing his venomous fangs at the two officers. "Yes, it was. And I'll gladly do it again – with interest." The officers had to strain their ears to hear him above the snarling and growling from the alchemist and master several yards away.

Hughes scoffed. "That, my friend, was just plain creepy. I've seen homunculi do that before but you look like you actually want to eat me."

"Your blood is not nearly as appetizing as Elizabeth's. And these dagger of yours," Eric gestured to the fallen blade. "Are certainly a nuisance."

Hughes stood, digging his hands into his coat and holding out several daggers between his fingers. "I swear, if Mustang wasn't so occupied with your master there he'd be pretty pissed off for talking 'bout the Lieutenant like that. Oh, and there's plenty more where that came from, kid."

"You're talking so arrogantly to someone who could so easily snap your neck; you should be more careful."

"Listen, I'll start to be more careful when I'm dead. Or somewhere near that."

Eric pounced as Hughes flicked his hand, blades and blurs flying through the air. The daggers nicked the vampire's figure but nonetheless easily deflected. In the small amount of space in the cellar not already occupied by the alchemist and master, Hughes closed in, bringing a dagger up towards the maniac vampire.

Eric dodged and grabbed the officer's wrist, snapping the bones as if they were made out of cracker. Hughes grimaced in pain but chucked the dagger in his other hand into the flesh near Eric's collarbone before kicking him in the stomach. Rolling away, he timidly shook his broken wrist, checking to see the damage done to his limb. The saying, "Sticks and stones may break my bones…" tittered in his head.

Looking back up, he jerked his head in shock as he noticed that Eric wasn't seen.

"Hughes!"

A slam to his left side made him tumble a few feet away before he was forced to the ground by another assault. Hughes grunted in pain again as he felt his arm – the same arm that was connected to his broken wrist – twist uncomfortably. He squinted up to see Eric hovering above him, teeth bared and red eyes gleaming.

Blam!

Eric jerked slightly, then hunched forwards. Growling, he turned around to the Lieutenant who kneeled, holding her gun steady. The barrel smoked, evidence that a bullet was shot.

Eric looked down behind him, his eyes straying to the small, sizzling hole in the back of his left shoulder. Reaching around himself, he dug his nails into his skin, reaching around for the sharp bullet embedded in his body. With a small copper sound, the bullet dropped the ground at the same time Riza was forced to the ground, Eric straddling on her back with a claw attached to her neck.

The sudden weight surprised her, her breathe whooshing out of her in one fluid movement. A spark, then a mild explosion blasted a few feet away with snarls from the Colonel resonating in the room as well as Reine's.

As Eric pinned the lieutenant down, he abruptly froze as his gaze lingered on her back, clothes nearly shredded due to the times she had been roughly grated against the walls. Using his hand that wasn't preoccupied, he tore the shreds off, revealing her back, eyes widening in response.

He uttered one word as he stared at the burnt arrays. "Alchemist…"

In the brawl, Reine took notice of his subordinate's lack of concentration. Hearing him hiss out, Reine stopped in his tracks before gliding away from Mustang to Eric's side.

Roy, also taking notice, snarled at Reine's moving presence. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Hush, Colonel," Reine waved before hovering over Eric who held down the struggling lieutenant. "Your lieutenant is in the hands of a new born vampire – wouldn't want to take any chances now, am I right?"

Roy took one step forward before Hughes stopped him from his position on the ground several yards away, cradling his broken wrist. "He's right, Roy. We both don't like this but her life is one snap – or bite – away."

Reine kneeled down, brushing away any pieces of strands of clothing away from Riza's back. Mesmerized, he drank in the sight of the intricate signs and symbols of the tattoo. "Unbelievable…" he murmured.

Riza grunted slightly.

Reine's eye looked over to Roy, a confused look marring his face. "I never knew your lieutenant knew alchemy, Colonel. And even more shocking; you learned your ability from her…but why is it burnt?"

"We owe you no explanation, vampire," Riza hissed.

"Hmm…" Reine pondered. "I am curious, though. I wonder…what would happen if you were to encounter the philosopher's stone?"

Four exclamations were hollered. "What?!" The fourth from Eric.

"What indeed…Eric, bring me the stone."

"Reine what are you planning? I've done my part of the deal, she is nothing of your -"

"Bring me the stone, Eric." Reine hissed, although something was very wrong.

Eric's eyes lost color, dulling to a burgundy color and his posture tensed. Without a word Eric flew up the stairs.

Hughes gawked. "Mind control? Really?! Why isTHIS surprising me?!"

Everyone ignored his remark as Eric came back, his fist grasping something. His eyes still dull in color. Bringing out his arm, he opened his fist and a small, red stone dropped into Reine's open hand.

The Philosopher's Stone.

A very small one at the very least.

Bringing his attention back to the struggling lieutenant, he eyed a gash on her back and slowly brought his hand over it, stone in grasp.

Mustang's eyes widened and his breath hitched. "NO!"

Pressing firmly against the stone, the small rock liquefied in the Vampire's hand and slid out of his fingers, sliding onto the gash of the lieutenant's back whose eyes were as big as doe eyes filled with fear.

"RIZA!!"

A/N: Chapter 13 finished!

I'm not so great at fighting scenes, so I apologize if you were unsatisfied. I also apologize for any grammar mistakes.

I do hope that this chapter will make up for my long absence. Although this chapter strikes me oddly… Over my absence, I've thought up of a new idea for a story! But sadly, I know that I still have three stories to finish.

Reviews would be loved.

Onto SFFSFL!