I shifted in the couch uncomfortably. I was never one to act like nothing happened after a monthly visit. Sometimes I wonder if anything will change. Auntie Amber acted weird…weirder than usual. She was pushing the blood thing a little too far. She usually only mentioned once, and then gave up the idea. And the fact that she took ten packets of blood. Normally she wasn't so sloppy in her blood taking. This time it managed to get to Mustang. She always took only five packets. Not too much to get a notice, and not too little that it wouldn't last her. I shifted onto my side and then looked at the wall. Now, I was regretting refusing the bed to Aunt Riza.

Then again, I could always go over to Auntie Amber's.

Nah.

I sat up in the couch and then walked over to the bathroom. When I reached it, I looked into the mirror.

4.) Vampires do get a reflection

What I found in the mirror scared me. I nearly screamed. I put a hand to my mouth to silence myself before any noise could come out. I slowly looked at my image again to gasp. My eyes, were slowly turning into a violet color. Just like Auntie Amber's. I rubbed my eyes as if to rub the color away. I looked into the mirror again to find my eyes my natural hazel color. I sighed with relief. Ever since I turned, things about me started changing.

My skin turned pale, almost like snow. My body temperature started to drop almost all the time. My 'speed' seemed to get faster.

5.) Vampires are just faster than humans, we do NOT travel at the speed of light.

My hair color turned pitch black once. It took months for me to get it back to it's raven-dark purple color again. I inherited that from my mother. My hazel eyes came from my father. If anything, those two would be the things that I'd want to keep. I don't have any pictures of my parents, all I have are flashes of memories and how I look like. I lost majority of my memory when I turned. All I really remember of my parents were small instances of my life. I don't know where my parents are, or if they're even alive. All I know, is that they're out there somewhere.

"Seiren…?"

I turned around swiftly to find Aunt Riza staring back at me with her eyebrows furrowed. Her hair was let down and she had her gun at ready. I sighed with relief. "It's only you…"

"What are you doing up at this time?" she asked.

"I…I couldn't sleep, sorry," I said.

Riza sighed as she put down her gun. She looked at me a little while longer before shaking her head and handing me a tissue. "Here."

"Huh…?" I asked as I took it from her hands. A drop of water fell onto my hand and I quickly put the tissue up to my face to wipe the remainder of tears. "S-Sorry…" I said shakily.

"Don't apologize. Just go and get some rest," she said as she walked away into her own room.

To normal people, that would be considered rude. But I found it more comforting than anything. She knew that I never liked to show my tears to someone, no matter how close I was to them. I guess it's my pride or something. I walked over to the couch again and suddenly found it comfortable.

XoXo… The next day …XoXo

Me and Riza walked to the office that morning. I was still quite tired from last night, considering I only slept after that conversation with Riza. So that left me with about five hours of sleep. I wasn't a morning person. That much I could confirm. We soon reached the office and I said my usual greetings.

"Good morning Havoc, Fuery, Breda, Falman," I said saluting.

They all nodded as a reply, like every other morning. They were always caught up with work so I never blamed them. The only one who would actually say something would be…

"Morning Seiren."

Havoc.

"Hey, Hav-" I stopped mid sentence as I scrunched up my nose and put a hand over it trying to stop the smell from coming any closer. I glared at Havoc and then found the other thing that I hate: cigarettes.

6.) Vampires have a sensitive sense of smell.

Havoc raised an eyebrow as I strode over to his desk. I took the cigarette from his mouth and put it out in his astray. "H-Hey!" Havoc said.

"You know cigarettes are bad for you ya know," I said bitterly.

"You didn't have to put it out!" Havoc said.

"Havoc…" I said looking at him. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and stared at me confused.

"Oh!" He said. "Sorry Seiren. Forgot about that."

"Eh, it's alright," I replied with my half smile.

"Seiren."

"Huh?" I asked dumbly as I lazily shifted my attention Riza blinking my eyes.

"The Colonel wishes to speak with you," she said and then sat down.

"Mustang? What does he want?" I asked but didn't wait for a reply, and walked into Mustang's office anyways.

"What is it Mustang?" I asked cheerfully as I plopped down into the seat in front of his desk.

"Have you made any progress in research?" he asked seriously.

"Huh?" I asked dumbly again. "Why are you talking to me like I'm part of the military?"

Mustang sighed as he looked at me. "Why I'm asking is because I think I might need your help."

"My help? Why would you…" I trailed off as it processed in my brain. "OH NO! Why don't you get someone else to do it?" I asked irritably.

"Because, if anyone were to do it, they would die," Mustang said.

"I run errands for you! I don't work for you!" I yelled.

I've been around the city a couple times myself, maybe even a little over the border. To be quite honest, traveling wasn't in the best mind for me. It always seemed to get me side tracked somehow. Whether it was sight seeing, yelling at crazy townspeople (Like I said, I'm not good with controlling my anger. But on the contrary, I only yell at the ones who were truly crazy), or even getting lost; I was not big on travel. It always brought me into some mess. Although I do wish to see the country, I just don't have that kind of time.

My job around the office was always picking up something from the store or something like that. I never really got into the action sort of thing. It just wasn't me. I hated violence. The only times I would actually go to action, it would be when I absolutely needed to.

7.) When in action, vampires tend to not control themselves. I was no exception.

Mustang sighed as he looked at me irritably. "Don't you have some sort of endurance? You got checked for that yesterday didn't you?"

I looked down trying to hide a tint of pink from my cheeks. Talking about my monthly visits always embarrassed me. "Well…my endurance is sort of running out here…"

Mustang sighed. "Must you be so stubborn?" he asked irritably. "I've never asked anything of you that's like this. Can't you just do this for me?"

I stared at him in shock. Was he actually…begging? I shook my head as I stared at him in horror. That's not the Mustang I know. It's kinda freaking me out.

"Y-You're kind of freaking me out Mustang…" I said wearily as I stared at him again.

"Well, that's not very nice," Mustang said.

My eyes widened and I had a chill go up my spine. H-He was…actually…hurt…from that…?

XoXo… Outside Mustang's office …XoXo

"I'M GOING INSANE! SOMEONE HELP ME!"

Havoc, Breda, Fuery, and Falman all turned their heads to the door of Mustang's office. "Was that….Seiren?" Havoc asked confused.

Hawkeye shook her head as she sighed. "Black Hayate!" she called.

In the distance, you could hear a padding of small feet on the floor. Small panting was heard behind the door and the door swung open to reveal a small black and white dog. It barked happily as it caught sight of the lieutenant and ran to her. It jumped up and started to lick Riza's face. Riza shook her head as she opened the door a little to let Hayate through. Hayate nodded and walked into Mustang's office. Riza stood up and then turned around to be met with curious stares.

"The Colonel's trying to guilt Seiren into doing something for him," Riza said simply.

They all nodded their heads in understanding as they turned back to their work.

BN: XD I especially loved writing in the point of view of Seiren at the end.

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