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"Hey, have you seen Seiren around?" Winry asked, taking down her hair from her all-day ponytail. She's been looking all over for her, and she hasn't seen a trace of the raven-haired, hazel-eyed girl. Ever since the encounter today about replacing the F-word with 'Flip,' the girl was nowhere to be seen.

Pinako Rockbell shook her head as she dragged some smoke from her pipe. "Nope. Haven't seen her," she replied curtly, examining the contents of an automail base of a leg. "Why ask?"

"Because I haven't seen her at all since ten…." Winry murmured, checking the hallways. She shook her head, pushing back stray blond strands of hair. "Well….If you happen to see her, tell her to come up and see me." and with that, Winry padded up the stairs.

As if on cue, Seiren came sprinting into the kitchen, her face flushed almost white, her breath short. "Ms. Rockbell! Ms. Rockbell!" She called urgently, her face filled with strain. "Fullmetal's missing!"

" 'Fullmetal'?" Pinako asked, chewing on her pipe. "You mean Ed, don't you? Why on earth are you calling him his State Alchemist name; you part of the military?"

Seiren shook her head vigorously, squeezing a pocket knife in her right hand. Pinako noticed that her arm wasn't in a sling, but rather just hung at her side limply. "No; I'll explain. But before that, you must tell me where Fullmetal is! It's vital!"

Pinako rose an eyebrow as to why the young girl's speech seemed to change a bit. It seemed like there was an accent, or it was just plain Old Amestrian. She couldn't tell what it was. "Calm down; he's visiting his mother's grave."

Seiren's eye twitched at the new information. "I thought I had told him that it was too dangerous to travel by himself…!"

Seiren turned swiftly, her left arm swinging uselessly at her side. Pinako called out. "Hey, hold on for a second! Before you go on sprinting somewhere, he's got a great body guard with him. No need to worry," Pinako assured her. Seiren's shoulders only rose as she inched her way to the door. Pinako shook her head. "Besides, with your arm like that how do you expect to fight anything?"

That stopped her.

Pinako smirked. Seiren turned slowly to the old woman, gripping her left arm. "How did you know that?" she asked steadily.

Pinako breathed the smoke out of her nose. "I'm not stupid," she chuckled. " I've noticed that every time you try to pick up something you wince and grab your left arm. Then you use your right. You're a left-y aren't you?"

Seiren's eyes narrowed for just a small amount of time, but then they softened when Armstrong walked through the door. He saluted as a sparkle appeared near his head. "The firewood has been split, Ms. Pinako."

She smiled. "Why thank you, young man," she said and then turned her head to Seiren who slowly inched her way to the door. "Now, you hold up there."

"Damn it…." Seiren muttered under her breath.

"You aren't leaving until you answer my questions," Pinako said, her glasses framing over her eyes.

XoXo… A Few Minutes Later ….XoXo

Pinako cackled as she absorbed the information. "Interesting Edward would have a girl bodyguard with him!" she laughed, chewing on the end of her pipe.

Seiren sighed as she leaned back in her chair, her left arm put back into the sling. "To be quite honest, I don't see why he needs a bodyguard…From what I've heard, he's supposed to be one of the greatest alchemists and a good fighter." Then Seiren chuckled. "But then again, they both get into some trouble that I have to clean up for them. That goes for both Alphonse and Fullmetal."

Pinako looked up and heaved a sigh. "I can't say that I disagree with you," she said, pulling the pipe from her mouth and onto the table. "Someone needs to look out for them when I'm not around." Pinako turned back to her work, assembling the parts of a new automail leg. It continued on in silence for a while until she spoke up. "Major…Do those two boys live a peaceful life?"

At the comment, Seiren opened one of her eyes. "A peaceful life…?" she asked softly.

"As you can see, we live a simple life out here in the country. We don't get a lot of news out here, and those two boys never seem to send us any letters. I worry about what they have to deal with out there," Pinako admitted, still tinkering with the automail.

Major Armstrong stood up straighter. "The Elric brothers' are very famous around Central- especially Edward whose known as the 'Fullmetal Alchemist'."

Seiren sighed. "That fame sure does get him in a lot of trouble…" Seiren said, reminiscing the fight with Scar. Subconsciously she grabbed her left arm, feeling blood run down it. She shook her head free of any of those thoughts.

"I wouldn't worry though," Armstrong continued. "Those brothers are strong."

Pinako smiled. " 'Strong' huh?" Pinako asked, somewhat sadly. "I've seen that strength…It was there four years ago when he sacrificed his arm to transmute his brother's soul…." Seiren stared at the old woman. "When he decided to become a dog of the military…And when he endured the automail surgery that would make even an adult howl in pain." Pinako picked up chords and wires for automail and begun examining them. "I wondered where in that little body he got all that strength…And because he's so strong I worry when the time comes when he can't overcome an obstacle…Will he be able to get back up on his feet?"

Seiren watched the old woman, seeing pain and sadness fill her eyes. She half smiled. "You talk about them as if they're your family, Ms. Rockbell."

"I do," Pinako nodded. "I've watched them grow up from the time they were born. After all, their father was an old drinking buddy of mine." Pinako looked up. "I wonder where that man could be after leaving his wife, kids and this town behind…? I don't even know if he's alive or not."

Armstrong looked down. "Speaking of fathers…Where are Winry's parents?"

Pinako heaved another sigh, and Seiren clenched her hands into fists. "They died in the Ishbalan War," Pinako said. "That girl's parents -my son and his wife- were surgeons. When the war broke out, they were called into the field because there wasn't enough doctors." Pinako looked down. "They never came back."

Seiren looked down, her eyes softening deeply. "Losing their parents at such young ages…What other things happened in their past that I don't know of…? I mean, Fullmetal and Al lost their parents before they even turned ten. Accounting the time of the war and military files I've seen….Winry must have been eight when her parents were killed."

"But on the other hand…EVERYONE didn't die. They mostly just lost their arms and legs. A lot of people came to us asking for prosthetics from us so we can help them." Pinako chuckled. "Now THAT'S irony. The war that took our family away is the same war that earns us our bread." Pinako's eyes widened and she hopped down. "Oh! Speaking of bread, I've gotta make dinner."

She turned to both Seiren and Armstrong. "With two guests, we're going to have to make extra."

Seiren darted her head up, shaking her head. "Oh, no. That's not necessary. I like the outside, really. Besides, sooner enough, I'm going to have to test my new bow I'm working on," Seiren said.

Pinako's eyebrows shot up into her forehead. "You like outside…? Don't tell me you were planning to set up camp and sleep outside, did you!" Pinako exclaimed. "Don't be ridiculous! You're staying with us!"

"But I have to stand guard for Fullmetal and Alphonse…"

"Well, you can do that here! You're not sleeping outside, and that's final!" Pinako declared. "Besides, the brothers don't have any place to stay, so it'd be perfect if you stay here."

"Wait a minute…" Seiren paused, furrowing her eyebrows.

"Not a place to stay…? This is their hometown, isn't it? Don't they have a home of their own?" Armstrong asked.

"I'm afraid not. Those two don't have a home to return to." Seiren and Armstrong stared. "On the day Ed got his State Alchemist license….they burned their house down to the ground, and all the familiars inside with it." Pinako turned. "I don't know much about Alchemy, but what they were doing was an ordinary task….They destroyed their own home so from that moment on, they could never turn back."

"I see…" Armstrong said quietly. He glanced in Seiren's direction, finding her eyes hidden beneath her eyes. "Burning houses remind me of someone I know." Seiren didn't comment.

Pinako rose an eyebrow. "Is that so? Did that person burn down their own house too?"

Armstrong shook his head. "I'm afraid not. It was more like someone else burned down their home…"

Through the glances Armstrong sent her, Seiren didn't even flinch. She just turned around. "I'm going to wait outside for a bit….I've got a bow to start on…" And with that, Seiren walked out of the room without another word.

Seiren walked out the kitchen door, making sure to close the door softly after her leave. That was an old ritual she was forced into when she was younger. Leave quietly, not another word, not a glance taken, leave without a trace. If not, the consequences were dire. Seiren gulped as she recalled the horrible pain. Her heart rate began to speed up, but just for a moment of time.

24.) Emotions are heightened hugely if a vampire. If one is too overwhelmed by a certain emotion, their war mode may appear.

Seiren thought of that little detail, her heart racing. Her best bet of avoiding that was to keep people at a distance and resist any emotional attachment to anything. It was bad enough that she looked to Lieutenant Hawkeye, Colonel Mustang, and Hughes as family. Not to mention her gratitude towards Amber. 'It will all lead to your demise,' was what someone had told her. Seiren heaved a big sigh as she slumped her shoulders.

What was she doing letting one little mishap from her past bother her? Her past never stopped her before.

Adjusting her sling, Seiren walked toward where she was working at to create her new bow. What stood before her was a tree stump, recently cut down. It had planks of wood Armstrong kindly split for her, tools for carving and putting together, and her measurements. She sat before it, laying out everything according to importance. First of all, she laid out the strongest wood she had in front of her.

Seiren glanced over at the sketch of her bow. "Base arch: 4 feet," she recited, and marked the piece of wood at 48 inches. Looking over the wood, she nodded.

"What are you working on there?"

Seiren jumped at the voice, swiftly turning around, her pocket knife already clicked open at the point. She scanned the area, making her breathing almost nonexistent. Scanning the area, she found an abandoned crate at the side of the house. She rose an eyebrow at it until she scanned the landscape, finding a mutilated suit of armor sitting limply at a flower bed. Upon seeing him, Seiren's eyes softened.

"P-Put that knife away!" Alphonse stuttered, putting his only arm up in surrender.

Seiren heaved another sigh, clicking the pocket knife back to normal and stuffing it in her pocket. "You know, there's a reason why they call me always 'on-guard'," Seiren said tiredly, turning back to her work. "No matter the peace, the place I'm at, the people I'm with…"

"You're always 'on-guard'…." Alphonse said a bit nervously. He sighed. "That's one of the reason that you were assigned Brother's guard, huh?"

Seiren half smiled sarcastically. "One of them."

Alphonse murmured in sympathy. "Well, I hope you can at least trust me…"

"Well…"

"You don't trust me?" Alphonse blurted out in shock.

Seiren rubbed the back of her head in regret. "Alphonse, listen; it's not that I don't trust you. I just find it hard to express feelings; I was trained by Aunt Riza, remember? She taught me that I shouldn't show my feelings often, because there's a good chance that it will be used against you."

Alphonse rolled his eyes. "Sure you were taught that…"

"Hey, shut up! I'm trying the best I can, alright?" Seiren snapped, clenching her hands into fists defensively.

Al had to raise an eyebrow at that comment (A/N: Insert: as much as a suit of armor can, anyway. I'm just going to treat Al as if he can express everything a human can show! It's easier that way instead of constantly mentioning 'As much as a suit of armor can, anyway.') Was this trying for her? To be quite honest, Alphonse had never considered her trying to befriend anyone. She was always trying to keep people at a distance. "You're not trying."

Seiren's eyes widened at this. "What?" she asked, blinking her eyes.

"You're not trying at all," Al continued. "If you were trying to trust us, it wouldn't be like this. It'd be much different."

At this, Seiren's cheeks flushed red in anger. She stood up roughly, her jaw clenched in fury. "How in the hell would you know? Enlighten me!" She yelled defensively, her words twisting into some accent of sorts. "How do you know that I'm not trying?"

Alphonse was taken back a bit at her sudden rage. He hadn't meant to anger her in any way. He was just saying what he felt. All that he's seen Seiren as was just a closed off, defensive girl. When someone even made an attempt to try and get to her, she'd snap at them and get defensive. That was why she and Edward didn't get along. Ed was always trying to see how she truly was, but Seiren was too stubborn to let anyone in.

Al furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "I'm not trying to accuse anything of you, Seiren," Al tried again in some hope to calm her down. "I'm just saying how I feel."

Seiren growled again, this time unclenching her jaw.

Alphonse tried again. "It just doesn't make sense to me."

Seiren paused at the comment. "What doesn't make sense?" Seiren asked, slowly losing her edge.

Al smiled to himself at this new development. "Why you're so defensive," Al stated. "There was nothing to be defensive about."

"I'm not defensive!" Seiren snapped. Al gave her a knowing look. Seiren's cheeks heated up and she looked off to the side, closing her eyes as to not seeing his face. She sighed again. "Look, I'm not meaning to come off as rude or whatever, but…"

Al rose an eyebrow. "But…what?" he asked politely.

Seiren's cheeks reddened. "…In the past, things happened. After that…" Seiren rubbed her arm shyly. "it just got hard for me to trust anyone after that. I just can't let anyone in when I've only known them for roughly a month. I need to…adapt, okay?"

Al began to grin at what just happened. He tried to jump up in accomplishment, but couldn't due to his matted state. After the Nina and Scar incident, he never forgot Seiren's pained look and helpless disposition. Normally she came off as confident and strong; what he saw back then was nothing of the sort. Ever since, he was determined to help her.

"How's your arm doing?" Al asked, gesturing to her left arm that lay dormant in its sling.

"Hm?" Seiren said, opening up one eye. "It's useless," she said bluntly.

Al chuckled. "I see," he said. "Did you ask Winry or Granny if they can give you automail bones?"

Seiren's hair fell over her eye at the comment. "Um…Well, no; not exactly."

Al rose an eyebrow. "Why not?"

Seiren turned back to her work, marking off measurements of the wood for her bow. "I'm making the bow first. If I'm correct, I can finish this easily in two or three days," Seiren answered, marking off places where she's supposed to saw the wood. "If I finish this first I won't have to worry about it once I get the surgery…."

Seiren picked up the saw and set it on the place where she's supposed to cut. Once she set it on the wood, the log fell over on the side, almost hitting her in the face. Seiren groaned in frustration. "Shit!" she cursed, dropping the saw on the ground. "Goddamn, motherfucking arm!"

Al flinched as he heard her cuss. Sure, he's heard her say the F-word at times, but he's never heard her say other cuss words so violently. He's used to cussing, hearing his older brother do it so many times and all, but even Edward hasn't cussed like this. Al wondered why she's developed such a bad cussing habit. Shaking his head, he looked at the distraught raven-haired girl.

"Seiren, you need help?" Al asked politely.

"What?" Seiren asked harshly, sending her hazel eyes toward Alphonse. Her eyes softened as she saw him, but it didn't help her get any less mad. "Oh, sorry, Alphonse…" She sighed. "I didn't mean to snap at you, but…thanks to my bloody arm I can't even make my fu-….." she stopped abruptly there, her expression turning horrified. "I mean, I can't even make my flipping bow because of my damn arm."

Al was taken back at that sentence. Her face was highly annoyed, and her arm was stubbornly crossed over her chest. Al was deeply confused and shocked. "Did you just…Did you just say 'flip'?"

Seiren growled as she heard the word. "Yes…Ms. Winry ordered me that I'm no longer allowed to say fu-, I mean, the F word in this house or around this town. She said to replace it, I can say: flip," Seiren said grouchily. "And if you can't tell, I'm pretty annoyed by it."

Al laughed softly, shaking his head. "That's Winry for you…" he said. "Anyway, do you want me to help you? I mean, you can't use your left arm." Upon seeing Seiren's annoyed eyes, he revised his offer. "I can be your left arm until you get automail bones," he offered.

Seiren's eyes sparkled at the request. "You mean, you'll be my replacement left arm?" Al nodded. Seiren looked down. "You're not helping me though," Seiren said quickly.

Al lifted his head at the response. Slowly, he began to comprehend what she was trying to get at. Oh, I see… She doesn't want anyone helping her, but she'll let people do other things for her. Just not helping. "Yeah," Al said, a small smile on his face. "I'm not helping you."

"Strictly as my replacement left arm," Seiren said immediately.

"That's right. Just as your left arm," Al replied cheerfully. Seiren half-smiled.

"Well," she said, the smile deepening. "I guess I have no choice but to let you work on this with me." She gave him a heartfelt smile, two of her teeth standing out sharper than the others. They seemed like tiny fangs. Al couldn't help but find them a bit cute, and his cheeks heated up a tiny bit. Al soon caught himself thinking that way, and shook his head.

"Well, should we start?" Al asked. Seiren nodded and she helped him over to the 'work place'.

For the last thirty minutes, Alphonse and Seiren worked diligently on the bow, Al only doing what Seiren asked him to do. It was mostly just holding things down while she sawed them so they wouldn't fall to the side. Every now and then, she'd ask him to carve things out to a point or carve it rounder, but for the most part, Alphonse just watched as Seiren worked. Up close, Alphonse noticed that her teeth were in fact pointed like two little fangs. He didn't know why he hadn't noticed earlier, they were a bit noticeable up close.

Observing how Seiren worked, he also noticed that her hand work was precise and steady. Not once did her hands quiver. They worked fluidly and expertly as if she knew exactly what to do. Either that, or it was plain natural. Every now and then, he'd hear Seiren cuss a little if things didn't work out the way she wanted, but for the most part she was pretty silent. Thinking back to when he first met her, she much more lively and a bit more friendlier. She seemed a bit different after the Nina and Scar incident.

Thinking back on the Scar incident, Alphonse thought for just a moment of time, Seiren's eyes were a deep red. At first, he just thought that his mind was playing tricks on him, but thinking more about it, he was almost certain that her eyes were red for a moment of time. Tracing back to the Nina incident, she tried to hide her eyes carefully from everyone. And even then, Alphonse had thought he had seen her eyes turn red. He still has no idea how they did turn red and back to hazel before anyone noticed, but it happened. He just didn't know how.

"Find something interesting?" Seiren asked, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"Huh?" Al asked, confused. "What do you mean?"

"You've been staring at me for the past hour." She carved a rough piece of wood off of the basic arch of her bow. "Something wrong?"

"I-I was staring? Sorry about that," Al said guiltily. He hadn't realized he was.

"Don't apologize. It's not something to be sorry about," Seiren replied, carving away with her pocket knife. "When I was little, I was told to never apologize. It was a sign of weakness."

Al wasn't surprised by that information. It made more sense now. "Is that why you don't apologize very often?"

"Exactly," Seiren responded. "Of course, I apologize out of common courtesy. But things you intentionally do, you do not apologize. Because at that moment you were not sorry for doing it, because you did."

Al couldn't help but stare. Looking down to observe Seiren's work, Al was amazed. "Wow. You're really good at that." Before Seiren was an almost complete model of a bow. All that was missing was a string to position the arrow. After that, she needed to sand the wood. It was a perfect arch, only need details to be made.

"I'm not good at all. Leigh, most definitely. She can make a mighty fine bow," Seiren said, her eyes looking distant. A small smile spread over her face, and for the first time, it didn't look like she was in pain.

"Leigh?" Al asked. "Who's that?" He vaguely remembered Tucker telling him and Edward about her. With Leigh, he also named off three other people telling him and Edward to ask Seiren about them.

Seiren's smile faded, and her eyes became isolated. "Leigh…Leigh was a very good friend. Almost like my own kin." Her voice seemed to turn into some sort of accent, and her speech turned different. "No. Most definite was she my kin. The finest friend one could ask for. I mistakenly called her my sister once, one time I surely regretted. If only I had not become so attached…maybe she could have been…." Seiren stopped there, her voice becoming strained as if there were a lump in her throat. She shook her head ruefully, clearing her throat. "Never mind. It was something in the past. Pass the sand paper."

Al stared at her longer after he had handed her the sand paper. He watched her as she moved fluidly sanding the wood of the bow. Al wondered why she always stopped herself from saying the rest of her story, or not saying anything at all. It seems as though she has a lot to hide…but the question is, why? What can be so important that she'd have to hide it from anyone else?

"Okay, I think we're done here," Seiren said, standing up.

For some reason, Al didn't want her to go at the moment. "Hold on for a moment."

Seiren looked over her shoulder, her eyebrow raised. "It's sunset; and plus I think everyone already had dinner, Al."

Al's eyes widened a little bit. "Wait. What did you just call me?"

"Al. That is your nickname, right? What Fullmetal and everyone else calls you?" Seiren said, confused. "Do you not want me to call you that or something?"

"No; it's not that at all! It's just that you never called me that before," Al said.

Seiren half-smiled. "Now, don't get all cocky just because I called you by your first name, let alone your nickname. You still have a long way from figuring me out," Seiren said and started walking off.

Al flinched. "Wait, wait! I wasn't trying to figure you out!"

"Yes you were. By the way you were staring at me I could tell," Seiren said. "And besides, consider yourself lucky. I don't typically call people by the first name or nickname if I've just known them for a month. You're the only one I've ever done that for."

"Huh?" Al asked, somewhat excited. "You mean it?"

Seiren waved over her shoulder. "I'll call for Armstrong to come and bring you inside. I can't really help you right now."

XoXo…. Later ….XoXo

"Ms. Winry? You wanted me?" Seiren asked carefully, opening up the door silently. She opened the door to find the blond crouched over her work table, engrossed into whatever she was working on. Seiren smirked as she walked up to behind her, seeing how her work was. When Seiren tip-toed over to the work table, she found Winry sleeping on the table, her head buried in her arms. Seiren chuckled grabbing a blanket off of Winry's bed. After putting the blanket over the tired blonde's shoulders, she walked out of the room.

She walked into the room she were to stay at for the next couple of days, and turned on the light. It revealed a basic room: a bed, dresser, and desk. Closing the door behind her, she had a chill go down her spine. She opened the window, making a slight breeze enter the room, brushing against her hair. Walking back to the light switch, she turned off the light. As soon as the light was off, Seiren saw everything in the room clearly. A loud thump was heard, and Seiren looked toward the window…

Where someone now stood.

"I see you've anticipated my arrival," the person said smoothly, throwing her curly blond hair behind her shoulder.

Seiren didn't even react. "My monthly visit was coming up…so the least I could do was make sure that I opened the window for you to come in," Seiren said. "Auntie Amber, long time no see."

Amber smiled showing her glistening fangs. "Seiren, sweetie. You've recognized me this time!" She said cheerfully. "I thought your eyesight in the darkness wasn't as great…"

Seiren gulped as she rubbed her wrists ruefully. "Yeah, speaking about that, Auntie Amber…" Seiren said, her eye twitching. "I think you needn't to worry about my abilities anymore."

The woman rose an eyebrow. "Why are you speaking like that? You only do that when something serious pops up or it involves your…vampirism…." Amber's face lit up as she digested the information. "Wait a moment! Then…!"

"Yes, Auntie Amber." Seiren sighed. "I've consumed some blood."

Amber's face lit up like a Christmas tree. Grinning, she jumped up and sat on the windowsill of the open window. Looking out the window, she found the moon bright as the sun in the dark light. She smiled maternally, sending Seiren's stomach flipping. "That's wonderful news," she said quietly.

Seiren stared at her. This was usually the moment when she'd glomp her and scream out in joy. Her celebration was….solemn. Something was up. "What's wrong Auntie Amber?" Seiren asked, walking toward her bed. "You aren't as…joyful as you usually are."

Amber turned to Seiren, her deep brown eyes seeming almost as dark as midnight in the night. "Me? Not joyful? I am perfectly happy," she said, putting on a fake grin. Seeing Seiren's glare, she slumped her shoulders and sighed. "Okay. You caught me."

"What's up?" Seiren asked.

"It's just…" she sighed. "It's hard to explain, sweetie. Please, give it some more time. But, for the present, there's something I'd like to explain to you." Seiren rose an eyebrow. "First of all, whose blood did you drink?"

Seiren furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. Amber's voice was soft, almost motherly like. She seemed genuinely upset or concerned. This wasn't the Amber that Seiren had come to know. This Amber only appeared once, and only once. It was when Seiren was first introduced to Amber. She was genuinely kind, not her usual fake sweetness. Seiren cleared her throat. "Unfortunately, it was my own blood."

Amber looked down. "I see…You needed to suppress your blood lust." Amber looked up, her brown eyes softening. "Seiren, sweetie. When I turned you into a vampire those years ago, you weren't Seiren Smith anymore. You were considered a Coraline. Mine." Seiren looked at her confused. Amber sighed. "You see, I am a head vampire in the Coraline Clan. That means, I was one of the only original vampires in the world. A pure blood."

Seiren's eyes widened, her voice dropping into her old speech. "A pure blood! Are you certain? Please tell me that this isn't meant as a jocular sense; if so, it'd be plain cruel to lie to me in that way," Seiren said. Amber nodded.

"Yes. I am a pure blood, an original vampire." Amber continued. "When I made the choice to turn you into a Coraline vampire, it was a big risk for me. I have potentially endangered your life yet again by just turning you into one of us. When one is turned into a vampire, you are part of that Clan. Now…Listen to me carefully." Amber lowered her voice, making Seiren have a chill go down her spine. "There has been an ancient feud between the vampires and mankind for millennia. The feud stopped when they began to not believe in us.

"However, a certain Clan of Vampires have rebelled, going against the pure blood's orders," Amber explained. "This Clan is a rogue group, those who have turned against all that we believe in. They believe that it is time for the Old World to return, us vampires reclaiming our title as Gods." Seiren gulped. "Now, this is where I have a suspicion that I know the identity of the rogue vampires. I believe that they are the Impurum. The Vampire's old language for the 'Impures'."

"Impurum?" Seiren repeated, her tongue rolling slightly into an unidentifiable accent. "The Impures….So, you said that there's a language for the Vampires? What is it called?"

"It's called Lamia. Our native speak is ancient, and haven't been used for the last million years," Amber said. "Even if one does not learn the language, if you are a vampire, then you know it. It's in the blood." Amber gestured to her heart. "Going back to the Impurum, they are the impure of us. They're the lowest value of every vampire, after the Secundi. The second generation of vampires."

Seiren shook her head quickly. "Hold on, hold on. This is a bit much for me," Seiren conceded. "I can't remember all of this information at once. Just tell me what to avoid."

Amber smiled mournfully. "I'm sorry. I probably shouldn't have given you all of this information at once. It's too much for anyone at one time." Amber looked up. "Pay attention to your dreams, Seiren. They'll prove so much in use for you. Believe me, you are special."

Seiren stared at her. "Wait, what? My dreams? What's so special about nightmares!"

Amber stepped out onto the ledge, halfway out of the window. "Just believe me, Seiren. Look around. Be cautious. And your secrets." Seiren flinched. "Oculos Aurum. There is someone in whom you can confide with. This person is of who you chose; in what fate has in store of you. It's not what you think it is, but yet it is someone close enough, but not yet close. One you keep at distance; one who needs to be let closer. Oculos Aurum. They are closer than you think."

And with that, Amber left.

Seiren sat in the darkness confused beyond belief. The last two words she said in Lamia were stuck in her head, but she couldn't find out what it meant. The description was beyond comprehension too. "Ugh, it's too much," Seiren conceded, falling back onto her bed. She stared up at the ceiling, those two words stuck in her head.

"Oculus Aurum…Oculus Aurum," she repeated over and over again. Before she knew it, she fell asleep.

BN:

Me: Okay, for taking so long that was a pretty sucky chapter...
Seiren: HAD TO USE THE WORD 'SUCKY'!
Me: -_-" Sorry...so defensive...ANYWAY, Edo kun isn't here this time because he can't know anythin about this!
Ed: I can't now what?
me: EEP! EHHH, DON'T LOOK UP! DON'T LOOK UP! SEIREN, QUICK! TIE HIM UP AND KNOCK HIM OUT!
Seiren: ALRIGHT!
Ed: Wait, hold up- AHHHH!

Me: Phew! That was a close one! Anyway, I think Ed's gonna be out for a few chapters...
Seiren: Ha! It's fun poking him when's he unconscious!

me: -_-" Anyway...Until Next Chap! =:D