Chapter Twelve: My Bloody Valentine

A/N: "My Bloody Valentine" by Good Charlotte. For the flashback scene, although the whole song doesn't fit...

"Edward," came a soft voice. "Edward. Wake up. It's morning."

I found myself laying on my side, opening my eyes up to see someone laying beside me. He wore a soft smile, and blonde bangs obscured my glance up into his icy blue eyes.

I groaned, not feeling the power to remove myself from my position. Erik frowned.

"Aw, come on, Ed. Please?"

I couldn't help but smile to myself and wonder where that vicious kidnapper went. "Why should I get up? I'm the boss," I told him. "I mean, Edo is, but y'kno, they'll never know the difference."

"You're right," he said. He placed a chaste kiss on my forehead. "But I do. Edo doesn't exactly relinquish control all the time."

I could feel my expression darken. "He knows I want what he does."

"He also knows what I want."

I turned away. "It's not exactly a secret," I snorted. "I can't seem to understand you. Nor do I feel like I want to."

I felt the bed shift, and suddenly he was hovering over me, his face only inches from mine. My first reaction was to kill him. Just transmute my arm into a weapon and kill him. But what was I thinking? I needed him. "You'll come to understand me. In time babe," he whispered to me. There was pain in his voice, and I knew what he was thinking.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"No, it's alright.

As the number one failed alchemist, I knew exactly what he was going through. He lost the one he loved most, and he couldn't get over it. Neither could I. "After I get what I want, when she returns, you can have him back."

"Edward..."

I shook my head, cutting off his comment. "No. It's a promise. You and him will be reunited."

Erik gave a whimper, and pressed his face into my chest while the rest of his body slowly collapsed into me. "You don't have to do this."

"You're wrong. I do," I disagreed. "If I don't...then you won't help me. Would you?"

I'm so sorry. But right now, Erik, you are my number one pawn. You will act as my shield to all those trying to stop me. Your love for another will blind you. As long as I wear the same face I always do, as long as I keep you in a dream like state like you are now, you'll do as I ask. After all...

He and I do share a similar name.

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Once upon a time, in a city that served as the cultural center of it's country, two teens met by accident. They were two men with an obsession with the occult and magic that could show them to the Promise Land. One was a small, loud blonde, the other was fairly laid back and slightly older. They met in the library, looking for the same book about a supposed promise land that could be found in Russia. After finding out they were after the same book, the two began to discuss their studies, and even shared notes. But regardless of the conversation they were engaged in, the two felt a strong connection between them. Some how, it seemed like destiny that should meet that day. The two met each other in the library nearly everyday, and some days their studies passed them by while they were locked in intelligent conversation about government, impending war, religion, and the arts. After all, gentlemen should be well rounded.

It came to a point, where the two could hardly think of anything but meeting the other at the library. They found their whole world revolving around the one person that talked to them on a personal level. It came to a point where they both leaned into each othrt in the privacy of the back of the library in order to kiss the other. Love founded amongst books.

The two were happy to have found the other.

However, the same destiny that had brought them together was about to wrench them both apart very quickly. And very tragically.

Only about a year after their first meeting, the older blonde was on his way to meet the younger blonde for some tea at a cafe close to the library. It was a beautiful day, the world couldn't be a better place to live. Upon getting close to his destination, he saw an accident that ripped his heart from his rib cage...

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I looked at the blonde that was laying on my chest, and felt sympathy. He looked like Roy, he really did, which is why I think I subconsciously almost like him, but he also reminds me of myself. I could relate to his feelings of needing his love back and going so far as being used to achieve his goal. That's why I think I can stand to be around him. I think that's why I give him my sympathy.

Choking back my own feelings, I bent my head down so my nose was buried in his ghostly blonde hair, and gave it a soft kiss. He looked up at me, those pale blue eyes resembling that of a man broken beyond repair.

"Edward," he mumbled. "You don't-"

I silenced him with a kiss to his forehead. "Shut up and do it before I change my mind."

"I don't want to force myself onto you," he insisted, going so far as to sit up and look down at me with a frown.

I glared and yanked him down so his face was only centimeters away from my own. "If anyone asks, I forced myself onto you. Now do it!"

"Are you sure?" His voice was suddenly not so uncertain. I nodded, and he hesitantly connected our lips.

His lips, hands, eyes, and moans said "I love you."

Mine said "You're not Roy."