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Warning: Strong Language. Suggestive talking.
Prologue: The Beginning
Ed gently kissed the girl's neck. He didn't even know who she was (or ever would), but had already seduced her. Not that any of either of their clothes were off yet anyway. Ed was ever so slightly nibbling, sucking, licking, and kissing her neck. She panted lightly, writhing against him sensually as she attempted to show him just how horny she was.
"Edward... Edward, fuck me..." She begged, her brows furrowed adorably.
Personally, Ed didn't want to. He just needed to eat. Despite that, Ed licked up her neck and before nuzzling it slowly, listening to her pant further. He felt the blood rushing through her neck, could smell it – nearly taste it. Ed positively couldn't resist...
He sunk his fangs in slowly, ears honed in on the silence of the alley as the young girl's breath choked in her throat. Ed silently began sucking the blood from the bite, nearly moaning at the delectable taste that filled his mouth. It sent thrills through his body just to be able to drink the heavenly substance.
"Vampire." The girl managed to gasp out before fainting from blood loss.
Ed let her go to the ground, but his mouth followed her throat. It was a few minutes before Ed stood up; when she was drained of the crimson wonder. He only needed one person a night to not die – that was all.
He wiped his mouth on his sleeve and started to walk back to his hotel. The variety of smells made his head pound. Damn, it really was too much all at once, especially when his blood meals tended to enhance his senses. But, if Ed didn't feed, he'd lose it and kill someone he valued. Such as Mustang or his subordinates.
Al had often joked that Ed looked cooler with his fangs, not that his younger brother knew they were actual fangs. And it wasn't as if he showed them often, only when he smiled or laughed could you see them. Somehow they fit in his mouth perfectly.
Nobody knew he was vampire though. Not even Al, but Ed was sure his younger brother was suspicious of something.
He had 'died' about a month ago and had grown control over his blood lust somewhat, though not quite as much as he wanted to. He wouldn't lose control for at least three nights, but then it would end and he'd attack someone – anyone. Ed hadto keep his cool, he really didn't want to be found out by anyone. Ever.