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"No te odio porque el odio es un sentimiento y yo por ti no siento nada"

I know this is a bit random. But I figured I should bring it up before I forget.

Basically, I have a new club that's about to open. It's the Eternal Rapture Club. Now, this really isn;t a fanclub, but I figured it's a really good idea to start!

Basically, what it is is a FullMetal Alchemist Alternate Universe story.
Okay, here's the basic plot for it:


When there is a vampire, there will always be a hunter. Then, there will always be the prey and the people to protect. It all depends on what side you’re on, good or evil. But is there truly good or evil? The Hunter, the Slayer, if they’re good, then why are they protecting only to seek vengeance for someone they lost?

Dante, the head vampire, both loved and hated Hohenheim Elric. He had everything that she wanted, but instead of being with her…he chose to be with someone else. So out of rage and spite she murdered his wife, Trisha, leaving Hohenheim alone with only the thought of revenge. Though, he failed. Only to be turned into a vampire himself, losing his love, his soul, and all the things he cared about. Well, besides three people; Edward, Envy, and Alphonse. Why should the man live an eternity alone? Well, he didn’t. He sired all three, bringing more and more vampires to cause havoc and pain. Though, the vampire didn’t stop there. Among killing hundreds of people without a care, he managed to kill one man that meant a lot to so many, Maes Hughes. He left him dead at Roy Mustang’s doorstep, only to have Mustang seek out revenge. What better way than become a hunter himself? From that day forth, Roy vowed to stop at nothing until he slayed Hohenheim with his bare hands, not even having a clue that Hohenheim had more than one vampire on his side…


Now, this is only an overview. here's the starting of it:


Prologue

Revenge. It was a funny thing, something wanted so badly, but almost impossible to obtain. Hohenheim had learned that the hard way when he foolishly tried to avenge his wife…Trisha, he wouldn’t nor ever could forget that name. No matter what that wench did to him, he would remember. The old man had heard many things about vampires, that when you became one you lost your soul, your very being…but he wouldn’t allow that to happen. Though, fate was fate, and Dante had won their battle. But of course, the old vampire wouldn’t settle for just winning, she had to go to all lengths. Instead of sucking him dry she decided to convert him into a soulless doll, it was fitting, wasn’t it? Some kind of irony for even speaking with Dante in the first place…if he knew the outcome well, he would never have had a relationship with her in the past. Golden optics started to fade as Dante continued to bite into his neck, trying his best to not fall upon his knees…no, he had to be strong. There had to be something he could do…anything at all.

“Trisha,” Hohenheim mumbled lightly, falling onto his knees finally. There wasn’t anything else he could do; it felt like his soul was leaving him piece by piece. That was, until he noticed Dante pulling back. The man had never been put into a situation like this before…he just assumed that when you were bit you became one of them…he didn’t know that there was more to it.

A small smirk crossed Dante’s lips as she held onto him with one arm, moving the other one up to her torso. “How adorable, even when you’re about to die you still speak her name.” She huffed lightly, bringing her nail down to touch the corner of her chest. “I’ll make you forget that name, Hohenheim,” Violet optics narrowed with a light growl, fangs showing as they dripped blood. The vampire slowly traced her nail across her chest, making a perfect cut. “Drink,” She commanded. Without another moment’s time, Dante brought Hohenheim’s head up to her torso; staring down at him impatiently.

Dead eyes gazed down at the bloody wound, not being able to even think clearly anymore. It was almost like a trance…all he could hear was that one word, ‘drink’. So he did. Hands gripped lifeless shoulders as blue lips brushed against the woman's dead, bleeding breast. A suckling baby to his mother, Hohenheim felt the crimson liquid fill his mouth and slip down his constricting throat. The first few swallows were difficult, the dying man having to force the sharp-tasting liquid down his parched throat. Each swallow became easier and easier after that until Hohenheim was biting at Dante's breast, blood-stained teeth gnashing and gnawing at pale skin to extract ever last drop of the elixir that flowed from it. The dying man's feeding went on for what seemed like an eternity for Hohenheim, or so he wished it could have been. The last beads of sweat his body would produce along with his last panting of pure ecstasy from the orgasmic feeling of the blood in his system escaped him in the last few moments of his life before there was nothing left of him. Consumed by Dante's crimson milk, Hohenheim's back collided stiffly with the ground as his pathetic mortal life loosened it's grip on him and the man that had been, was no more.

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“Ohhh! Roy’s going to love these pictures of my little Elysiaaa!” Maes chimed out in a happy tone, brushing the new pictures of his daughter up against his cheek as he walked down the street. He was planning on going to his best friend’s house, for two reasons really; give him the latest news about his daughter and to make sure he was doing alright. Hughes was normally concerned with his friends, but Roy meant a lot more to him. He was his best friend, always there, and always ready and willing to hear him rant on and on about how wonderful his daughter was. It was a healthy obsession, really. Roy had told him over and over again not to be walking the streets this late at night, but did Maes ever listen? Not a chance. When he had something to say, well, the man would go to all lengths just to say it.

He took in a light breath while walking, calming himself down a bit. If he came to Roy’s house this hyper…well, Roy probably wouldn’t let him in. Not until five minutes of waiting outside anyway, Maes doubted that Mustang would actually lock him out for good. It was too cold to be outside at night all that time anyway. The Father nodded to himself once before holding the pictures close to his heart, a light blush across his cheeks as he thought of his family. His beautiful wife, his lovely daughter…what more could a man ask for? Of course thanks to Hughes’ sudden distraction he didn’t even notice Hohenheim’s approach. Not until he was tapped on the shoulder that is. Emerald optics shifted over to look at the man; it killed his heart to see anyone that way. The poor guy looked lonely, cold, and hungry…

Idea! Hughes had the –erfect- idea, oh yes, he did. He’d show him his daughter! The sight of her beauty could cheer anyone up! “Look,” Maes said in a happy tone, eyes closing as he held the picture out in front of Hohenheim. “Isn’t she just adorable!? An angel sent down from Heaven, just to be with me! Her name’s Elysia!” He stated with pride, the blush just growing.

A pale hand came up to touch the picture gently, smirking lightly. He wouldn’t say a word. Prey didn’t deserve to hear one in his eyes; they were just food, nothing more, and nothing less. Hohenheim quickly snatched the picture from Hughes’ hand as he ripped it in half, right in front of the loving Father’s eyes. It must have broken his heart…and there was no better taste then sorrow within a victim’s blood. Well, for Hohenheim anyway. He didn’t really know what kind of taste his sons like, nor did he care. As long as they were fed, that’s all that mattered. Without wasting a second the vampire gripped onto Maes’ shoulders, pulling him closer as he revealed his fangs. It would all be over soon…it was just too bad the poor sap of a Father couldn’t see his precious family again.

The once happy emerald optics dilated in fear; right when he ripped the picture of his wonderful daughter…well, he knew that he made a mistake. A big one. ‘I should have listened to Roy…he told me not to go out, but…’ His thoughts stopped completely while his eyes caught onto the fangs. So this is what a vampire was…sure, Roy had told him of the legend, but he always laughed at it and called his friend some kind of drunken nut. He was joking then…but he wasn’t now. This had to be ironic, it just had to. Here he was, going to see the man that he laughed at for believing in vampires…and he was going to die by one. What about Gracia? What about Elysia? He couldn’t leave them all alone…not when he was sure these things were running around now. But Maes couldn’t fight back, he felt drawn into Hohenheim’s gaze…no! He would live, for his family and his best friend! They needed him around. “Sorry, but I don’t plan to be anyone’s dinner,” Maes hissed out as he slipped his hand into his pocket, pulling out the small knife he constantly carried around with him. In case of danger…like this, for example. With a quick flick of his wrist, he slashed the vampire’s throat; forcing Hohenheim to let go of him as he took off running to the Mustang home. Roy would know what to do…all he had to do was get to his house, and then they’d both be safe. Or so Maes hoped.

A few soft pants left the Father’s lips as he spotted Roy’s door, running up to it as fast as he could only to be pulled back at the very last moment. He was so close…yet so far away. Hohenheim had got him.
The vampire snarled as he pushed Maes’ neck to the side, wasting no time to stick his fangs into the skin; feeding. The wound had already healed…hell, it didn’t even hurt. It just took him by shock. Once Hohenheim was done he dropped Maes’ bloody body to the ground, ringing Roy’s doorbell.

“Whattt?” Roy groaned lightly, getting off the couch and moving toward the door. “It’s twelve o’clock at night, Maes…if this is you, so help me, I’ll-“ His words stopped as he opened the door. Grey optics scanned down to find his best friend in a bloody heap on the ground, with his family’s pictures in the blood, just staring. No…it couldn’t be real. It couldn’t. “M-Maes…?” Mustang mumbled in disbelieve, falling on his knees as he placed a gentle hand on his dead friend. “Maes…” He was…no, he couldn’t be…but…”Maes!!”

** The last paragraph of part one was written by Crimson_Exitium

Of course, the comic is derived JUST a little bit, and this is what the club is based off of. The comic.
Originally, this was based off a RolePlay on Gaia Online: [link]

Sorry this is A LOT of information xD But I figured I should introduce it at first.

This club is a fandom for ALL Eternal Rapture fans. And I'm not trying to make it conceited. Really. xDD; If that's what it sounds like.

But I was wondering if I can be an affiliate for your club? I would really appreciate it.

The club is
It's still under renovation. And the couples is strictly EdWin, Royai, RinRan, and AlMei. xD Canon couples, bascially

I would really appreciate it if I'd be honored to be an affiliate. It'd really make my day. ^^
If you have any questions, just PM me. I'm on virtually all the time. xD

Thank you,
MaverickKay <333

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What a shame we all became- such fragile broken things,
My memory remains
Just a tiny spark
I give it all my oxygen
So Let The Flames Begin
So Let The Flames Begin, Oh Glory

OMG! I love royai..!!* can I join..!!?*

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Thanks for the s!!

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So I herd u liek animals?!
So I herd u liek Fullmetal Alchemist?!

Yeah Roy mustang is a freakin sexy beast if I waz in cartoon land, or Riza for that matter I would totally do him.

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You will be deeply missed... IM Teh RED WOLF

I LOVE ROY MUSTANG!!!