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scriveynerTitle: Breathe Life
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Nightbreed
Characters/Pairing: Roy, Ed, Rian
Rating: T
Length: 311
Summary: Rian was different.
Rian was different.
It was a change he felt to his very core. He wasn’t human, not any more - and unlike Roy, he remembered his humanity. He remembered what it felt like to stand in the sun on a hot July day, he remembered the pain of a scraped knee and the relief of an ice-cold milkshake. Maybe that was what made the change harsher - or maybe it was just because Rian was a fundamentally different person, at his core.
Roy was … Roy. The least vampire-like vampire Edward had ever known, in the kindest terms. Calculating and manipulative - but also lazy as fuck, content to lie on the couch and let Edward sprawl on him like an overgrown puppy.
Rian, however - Rian hunted. He picked out his prey weeks in advance, tracked them and watched them as they abused and assaulted and took advantage of those less fortunate. He would kill them, drain them dry of every last drop of blood and not need to feed for days. If Edward suspected he never said a word - but Roy knew. Roy knew, and said nothing.
Edward hunted vampires like him - vampires who killed humans. It didn’t matter what humans, whether they were the scum of the earth or not, if a Breed was killing them Edward hunted them.
And yet, Rian didn’t stop. These drug dealers and peddlers, these were the people he used to fear when living on the streets, the gang leaders and the malcontents. Now that he did not need to fear them any longer, he could not stand idly by as they continued to take advantage of his people, the children of the streets.
So he hunted, and he killed, and Roy did not say a word to stop him.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Nightbreed
Characters/Pairing: Roy, Ed, Rian
Rating: T
Length: 311
Summary: Rian was different.
Rian was different.
It was a change he felt to his very core. He wasn’t human, not any more - and unlike Roy, he remembered his humanity. He remembered what it felt like to stand in the sun on a hot July day, he remembered the pain of a scraped knee and the relief of an ice-cold milkshake. Maybe that was what made the change harsher - or maybe it was just because Rian was a fundamentally different person, at his core.
Roy was … Roy. The least vampire-like vampire Edward had ever known, in the kindest terms. Calculating and manipulative - but also lazy as fuck, content to lie on the couch and let Edward sprawl on him like an overgrown puppy.
Rian, however - Rian hunted. He picked out his prey weeks in advance, tracked them and watched them as they abused and assaulted and took advantage of those less fortunate. He would kill them, drain them dry of every last drop of blood and not need to feed for days. If Edward suspected he never said a word - but Roy knew. Roy knew, and said nothing.
Edward hunted vampires like him - vampires who killed humans. It didn’t matter what humans, whether they were the scum of the earth or not, if a Breed was killing them Edward hunted them.
And yet, Rian didn’t stop. These drug dealers and peddlers, these were the people he used to fear when living on the streets, the gang leaders and the malcontents. Now that he did not need to fear them any longer, he could not stand idly by as they continued to take advantage of his people, the children of the streets.
So he hunted, and he killed, and Roy did not say a word to stop him.
