Ed still remembered that night, the night he became a vampire.

Roy had taken him out for dinner, and afterward they walked to the park. The two sat on a metal bench, looking up at the sky.

"I'm freezing my ass off here," Ed whined.

Roy ignored the complaint and instead noted, "The moon looks beautiful tonight, doesn't it?"

Ed stared at the full moon, shining brightly in the dark sky. "I guess."

Roy leaned closer. "You're looking beautiful as well, Edward," he whispered.

Ed blushed. "You're not getting laid tonight, so don't even try."

"I mean it," Roy insisted, laughing. "You're very beautiful."

Before Ed could reply, Roy leaned down and kissed him, sliding his thick, warm tongue into the boy's mouth.

Ed moaned softly and worked his tongue around Roy's, their mouths moving together as one.

As they kissed passionately in the moonlight, Roy felt his hunger growing. He knew he had to do it soon.

He pulled his mouth away from Ed's and moved his lips down to kiss the boy's neck.

"Roy..." Ed breathed.

Roy could feel the blood pulsing through Ed's veins underneath his lips. He pulled back slightly, and long fangs slid from his gums down over his lower lip.

Ed cried out as Roy sank his fangs into the boy's neck. He squirmed violently, but Roy held him still and started to drink the blood that flowed past his lips and fangs and into his mouth.

Ed stopped squirming soon after as his mind began to fog. He felt like he was flying high in the clouds, and didn't notice the sharp pain in his neck.

Then, somewhere in the midst of all the fog, Ed heard Roy's soft voice instruct, "Now, you do the same, Edward."

And fangs were sliding down Ed's lips, and he was biting down into Roy's throat, causing the older man to emit a small gasp.

Warm blood ran down Ed's chin as he drank his fill until Roy stopped him. The blond removed his fangs from Roy's neck and pulled back.

The fog was thickening, and finally Ed closed his eyes and lost consciousness.

Roy caught him before he fell and gently laid Ed down on the bench. He smirked and kissed Ed's lips, met with the lingering taste of his own blood.

"Goodnight, Edward," he whispered, before walking away into the night.

Ed awoke hours later.

He sat up and cringed as pain shot through his head. Man, what the hell am I doing here? he thought, massaging his aching temples. He tried to think back to earlier in the night, but the last thing he remembered was sitting in a booth at the restaurant Roy had dragged him to.

"Damn...," he muttered. "How much did I have to drink?"

But Ed found he couldn't remember that either.

He pulled up his sleeve and glanced at his watch. 1:53.

"Shit," he cursed. "I gotta get home-- Al's gonna kill me."

Ed stood up and winced at another wave of pain in his skull. He stood still and rubbed his forehead until the pain dulled enough to where he could stand to move.

Continuing to massage his temples, he turned and headed for home.

Since he had to walk home, while at the same time experiencing a screaming headache, Ed walked through the door to his quiet home just after 2:30 in the morning.

While he slipped off his boots in the foyer, Ed noticed a light coming from the living room.

"Al?" he called softly, in case his brother had fallen asleep.

"Brother, is that you?" a voice called back.

Ed smiled. "Yup, it's me. Sorry I'm late, I...I lost track of time," he lied.

"It's alright. Come here, will you?"

Ed traveled into the living room, where he found Al sitting in the couch, a book laying open in his lap. Ed noticed that Al was dressed for bed-- the t-shirt and sweatpants that the younger one always slept in hung from the brunette's thin frame.

Al smiled up at him, and Ed smiled back as he sat down on the couch next to his brother.

"Welcome home, Brother," Al greeted, kissing Ed's cheek. "Did you have a good time with the Colonel?"

"Yeah, I guess..." Ed answered, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. He briefly considered telling Al that he couldn't remember much from that night, but he quickly nixed that idea, for fear of worrying Al.

"That's good," Al told him, smiling. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." Al scooted closer and rested his head on Ed's shoulder, his hand also resting on Ed's arm.

Ed opened his eyes and smiled down at Al.

"Missed you like crazy, though," the blond mumbled, shifting to put his arm around Al.

"Mmm...missed you, too..."

"You didn't have to wait up for me, you know. You could've gone to bed."

" 'S okay... Don't mind...waiting for you..."

Al's voice was quickly becoming more distant, and soon the brunette was asleep.

Ed sighed and shook his head, but he was still smiling. "Silly little Al," he whispered, picking his brother up and carrying him to their bed.

Ed then climbed into bed next to Al, and, after gently kissing the brunette's forehead, fell into a deep sleep.