I hope everyone has had a good start into the New Year, I know I have :D

Well, to start this year off, I'm bringing you all another supernatural story~ this time, I might put in more of the the other characters, unlike what I did my other two FMA stories...but then again probably not because this is about Roy and Fem!Ed, it's not a RoyxFem!EdxWinryxAlphonsexRiza story...though that would make great porn /shot

I also won't be doing more than one story at a time. It was very hard (for me) to keep track of it all and what not.

8 months ago...

Roy and his team stood outside the warehouse building. It was late at night and the moon was up high, the only other light was their flashlights. The air was stagnant and musty around the old building with old rusted pieces of metal and trash littering the lot. They had been chasing armed fugitives through the streets, who went into the abandoned building.

Roy held up his gun and flashlight into the entry way, dust particles swirling around. "Let's head in. You three, take the left flank, you three take the right; I'll take upstairs."

They nodded and slowly walked in, guns out in front of them.

Roy crept up the stairs, keeping a vigilant eye on his surroundings. He moved across the platform, looking at all dark corners. "Listen, if you come out now, we might be able to make a deal," he called out, in hopes one of them fugitives were up here. "All you have to do is come out now and we can talk about this or this could end very badly." he stopped walking, moving his torch around.

"Yes," a voice said from above. "This could end badly, badly for you!"

Roy turned around just in time to see a pair of feet, swing to his chest. He grunted loudly as he was thrust backwards and flat onto his back. "Damn it!" he quickly got up and pointed his gun, only to find his assailant gone. He slowly turned around and soon came face to face with the man who attacked him except, his eyes were a blood red and his iris were pitch black. His mouth held a sharp row of teeth, with blood dripping from them. He hissed loudly, grabbed Roy by his shoulders and sunk his teeth into his neck, digging his nails in his shoulders.

Roy screamed out in pain, trying to get the mad man off of him. He tried to shove him off but the man dug his nails deeper in this shoulders. He took his gun and shot him in the stomach, multiple times, but the man only bucked roughly, biting his neck harder. "Get off of me!" Roy backed up and they toppled over the rail, falling into a stack of crates. He was finally able to break free of the man's grasp.

"Colonel Mustang!" two men ran to him, the other men watching over the other four fugitives in cuffs.

Roy groaned, sitting up and holding his neck. "Yeah, I'm fine." he looked over at the man who attacked him. One of the planks from the crates went through the man's chest, piercing his chest. He pushed himself up, his hand still on his bleeding neck. "Get this man in a body bag. Is he one of the prisoners?"

"Negative sir," one of the men informed him. "There were only four…we should get you to a hospital sir."

"Yeah…" Roy gave one last glance at the man who attacked him being zipped up, and then walked out to the ambulance.

NOW

Roy sat at his desk, drinking from a dark blue thermos, listening to Ed rant about the city he just inspected last week. He didn't really mind hearing him complain about his inspections, it got him out of doing his paper work. He just didn't like reading over his reports, he would skip out some details so he would have call the young blond into his office and go over his report with him, which is never an easy thing to do. Today, however, was a lot more difficult than usual.

"Hold on Edward," Roy stopped the teen to take a sip from his thermos. "You attacked the officers there because they attacked Alphonse?"

The blond nodded, crossing his arms in frustration.

"That's all good and well but I'm sure he can take care of himself. And from what I read from Al's report, he wasn't in any real danger, neither of you were."

Ed rolled his eyes. "Of course he won't see it as we're in danger! He's like an innocent bunny still." he flopped on his commander's couch. "Besides, I didn't do anything too bad, all they received were a few bruises and cuts. If they can't take that, then they shouldn't be in the military, isn't that what you tell me all the time?" he looked at the man.

"It's not the same thing." Roy sighed and put his container down. "At least you got it done without destroying the town, that's a blessing in itself I suppose."

"See? It all worked out." the blond grinned. "So, what other things do you need me to do? I'm planning to head back to Resembool so I can get a tune up on my arm and leg."

"Well hurry back then. I'll probably have something for you to do by then." Roy put his thermos to his mouth to drink from it again but nothing came out. He looked down into it and saw that it was empty. He groaned softly and stood up. "I hate to cut this short, no pun intended, but I have to go."

"What? Going to ditch work for a date again?" Ed snorted and stood.

"Eh, something of the sort that." he screwed the top on then put on his coat. "I probably won't see you till you come back from Resembool."

"Yeah, whatever."

The two men walked out the office and went their separate ways.

Roy walked into the quiet diner and went up to the counter and sat down, placing his thermos. What he really wanted to do was head to the bar, have a drink or two, and then go home for the night. But considering his current circumstances, that was out of the question. He picked up one of the menus and waited, his mind replaying the events from 8 months ago…

Roy sat in his hospital bed, bandages on his back and neck from his encounter with that man back in the warehouse. After receiving a full report, he found out that not only had the man died from a stab through the heart, he also wasn't one of the men he was after. It also bothered everyone, especially Roy, as the why the man had bit him. While thinking, he didn't realize that his soldiers had walked in the room.

"Colonel," Riza probed, giving her colonel a questioning look.

He looked up at them, his eyes glassy. "I'm sorry, what was that?"

"I said, "How are you feeling?"." she set down a small vase of flowers by the bed.

"Oh…" he coughed. "I'm fine…by throat is extremely dry which doesn't make much sense seeing how I damn there drank a pitcher of water." he let himself flop back into the pillows, closing his eyes. "Plus, I'm bored."

"Well," Havoc said a grin on his face. "We figured you'd say something like that so we decided to bring you something to do." he dropped a stack of papers on Roy's tray.

Roy opened his eyes then sat up. "I can't do any work, I'm injured!" he complained, looking at the stack of work.

"That maybe true but your doctor say you're not injured enough not to work!" Breda chimed in, setting down some pens for him. "But look at it this way; you won't have any distractions while you're in the hospital, heh heh!"

As if on cue, a slim busty nurse came in carrying a bucket full of soapy water and a sponge. "I'm sorry but it's time for Mr. Mustang's sponge bath." she smiled and set the bucket and sponge down.

Roy smirked while his men's (excluding Riza) jaws dropped to the floor. They couldn't believe it, even when injured he was still able to get some action.

Riza sighed softly. "Alright. Come on boys, we still have work to do." she saluted her colonel then walked out, her team mates trailing behind her.

It was night time now and Roy was tossing and turning in his sleep, his body feeling as if it were on fire. He woke up with a start, his throat drier than it had ever been before. He grabbed the water next to him and guzzled it down, his throat not being quenched in the slightest.

He got himself out of bed and staggered to the bathroom, turning on the water from the sink. He put his mouth to the head and drank from it. His throat burned when the cold water ran down it, his chest rising up and down fast. His head was pounding and his ears were ringing, as if he could hear every little sound. This was true because not too far down the hall, he heard the quite footsteps of one of the nurses. Leaving the sink, he walked back to his bed and flopped into it. He then pulled pushed the "Help" button, a red light flashing outside his door. The nurse's feet approached his room faster.

The nurse came into the room. "Mr. Mustang, what's wrong?" she walked up to him then put her hand on his forehead. "You're burning up!"

"I need…something do drink…" his voice came out in a rasp. He tried to focus on the woman's face but his vision was becoming dimmer and blurrier by the second. His head was pounding and his ears were filled with a rushing sound. He rolled his head back and forth, trying to shake it away but it kept getting louder.

He women handed him a glass of water, trying to get him to drink some. "Sir, you need to drink this!" there was desperation in her voice as she tried to get his head to keep still.

Without warning, Roy grabbed the woman by her arm and yanked her close, biting down into her skin, his suddenly sharp teeth tearing into her sink. But before she could yell, Roy clamped his hand over her mouth and pinned her down to the bed.

He bit down harder and felt the first drops of blood leak into his mouth and down his throat. The blood had a metallic taste to it but it didn't taste bad, in fact, it quenched his strong thirst. As more blood trickled down his throat, he felt his body cool down, his headache start to go away, and the ringing went away as well.

He pulled away from the woman after sometime, feeling like he normally did. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking at the woman below him. At this point, she had long given up on fighting, and her body was limp. Her breathing was shallow as well and her skin was almost a ghost white.

In a state of panic, Roy grabbed some bandages and wrapped them around the women's neck. She groaned softly, her eyes fluttering. Roy looked at her. "Listen, I need you to pretended like this never happened."

Her eyes dilated and she stared up at Roy. "Okay." she said in a robotic like voice.

"If anyone asks what happened to your neck, just say you dropped a plate and a piece of glass cut you, okay."

"Okay." she said again.

Roy finished wrapping her neck up. "I also need you to finish your rounds then go home, understand?" he got off of her and helped her up.

"Okay." she walked out the room, and continued on her way.

Roy closed the door then turned out the lights and got into bed. He felt exhausted, all he wanted to do was stay in bed forever but he had a feeling after tonight, things would never be the same.

"Roy…Roy?"

Roy snapped his head up and saw a woman with brown hair standing in front of him. She had a concern expression on her face. "Roy, are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah…" he pushed his thermos towards her. "Tell Damon I need this filled up." he yawned. "And bring me back a steak as rare as you can possibly make it, a coffee too."

The woman smiled and took the container. "Will do." she walked off to the back of the diner.

About an hour later a man came out the back and headed towards Roy. The man sat next to Roy, who was really enjoying the steak he ordered. "Hey, Roy." he set the thermos down. "It's all filled up. Do you have more back home?"

He nodded, shoving two pieces of meat into his mouth then drinking his coffee. "Just like you said." he gave a brief smile before going back to eating.

"Are you having any problems at work?"

Roy shook his head.

"Hm…what about that blond boy you were talking about last week…Edward, right?"

Roy swallowed his food then looked at the man. "…It's just peachy. His heart is always beating fast whenever he comes into my office, I don't know if it's nervousness, excitement, or anger. For all I know, his heart could beat naturally fast." he sighed and drank more of his coffee. "But it doesn't matter now because he'll be leaving for a week or so."

"Why not just influence him and get him to tell you how he feels?"

"I tried that but he has too much willpower, like my lieutenant does, it's really annoying. I can almost get them to bend but in the end it just leaves me with a headache." he stuffed the last piece of meat in his mouth then stood up, grabbing the thermos. "Thanks for the drink. I'll see you later." he paid for his food then walked out the diner, heading home.

How was that for a first chapter? This one won't have a serious plot either because I don't want it to drag on like my other two RoyxEd stories...though people did seem to love them a lot -shrugs- I do what I want and so do you.

P.S.- sorry if I ended this off so weak ^_^|||

P.S.S- I think I will make this...stupid...yeah...well not stupid but more like "why the hell did s/he do that?!" but I'll do it in a tasteful that no one will hate me too much...unless it doesn't work out then I'll scrap that idea and put it in another story.