SakuraSamuraiGirl

Blood Blockade Battlefront x Fullmetal Alchemist

The Blood Ritual Alchemists

The whistle of the train shrieked through the wind. The grassy landscape streamed through the window of the box seat. Two passengers sit across from each other. One was a young man in a red coat. Across from him, his companion, his brother in a full suit of armor. The armored passenger had the entire seat to himself. His glowing red eyes watching the green fields and trees. You wouldn't think from their appearance that they were on a mission for the military.

"Hellsalem's Lot?" Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist questioned his superior, Colonel Roy Mustang, in his office.

"I don't think I ever heard of that city," Edward's little brother, Alphonse Elric, a soul bonded to a suit of armor. His voice echoed from within it.

"Hellsalem's Lot is a young city," Col. Mustang began to explain. "A military outpost far east."

"What's the issue there?" asked Edward.

Mustang was silent for a minute. "These are orders from the top."

Edward and Alphonse could hear it in the colonel's voice. Orders from the top through Mustang usually meant something very big was happening. Most of the time, it was something the military wanted their hands on badly.

"Why send us?" Edward narrowed his eyes. "Why not asked the unit stationed there?"

Mustang sighed, "It is because the top brass finds the unit… strange and their views are frowned upon. To put it simply, they don't trust them."

"W-why? If they don't trust them, why give them jurisdiction over the city?"

"The unit is very powerful. Too good not to have them a part of the military. Most of the personnel are a different sort of alchemist. Their way of alchemy is not very scientific to purist alchemist much like yourself, Edward," Mustang grinned slyly.

Edward glared at the smirk. Nothing good comes from that teasing, smug smile.

"They are called Blood Ritual alchemists. Their alchemy and beliefs follow a more mystical path."

"What?" Edward's frown deepened.

"Blood ritualists use their blood to perform their alchemy. Using blood as raw material and energy to strengthen their alchemic skills. The use of blood is mostly seen by those less knowledgeable of alchemy leaning more towards sorcery."

"You must be joking…"

"I thought that might interest you!" Mustang chuckled. "Anyway, the one in charge of Hellsalem's is an old friend of ours." Mustang nodded to First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye.

The woman gave Edward a folder. Inside were papers and photo. The brothers peered at the photo and jumped. The stern face of stoicism belongs to a man with red hair and piercing green behind a pair of glasses. What made his face fierce was the fanged canine underbite.

"Whoa!" Alphonse gasped. "Those teeth!"

"What is he a chimera?" yelled Ed.

Mustang sighed, "Not quite… all the details are in the files."

"Simply, Colonel Klaus von Reinherz is the youngest child of the von Reinherz family, a noble family that can be traced back to the dark ages. He and Major Armstrong are childhood friends. When he was a very young man he was kidnapped by a rogue alchemist. He was experimented on and the result turned him into a monster."

"He did become a chimera!" asked Alphonse.

"No, something else." Riza shook her head. "To give what he became a name, witnesses who saw him called him… a vampire."

"W-what?! No way, impossible! Vampires aren't real!" Edward yelled.

"Yet, there are reports of him when he was out of control. There were victims, victims who died by having their blood drained completely. His family captured him themselves and imprisoned him within their home. The military finally arrived to retrieve von Reinherz. When they went to claim him, he was cured."

Edward gapped.

"He was no longer a monster."

"Hmph, I bet the military was disappointed," huffed Edward. "So, how was he cured?"

"According to Reinherz, a man, another alchemist had heard of Klaus' situation and said that he could fix him, and he was true to his word, to an extent. Col. von Reinherz has inhuman strength and his blood alchemy is the more powerful over all the blood ritualist combined. Just without the need to drink blood. He was enlisted into the military and he was very willing. He is now known as the Blood Cross Alchemist."

Mustang smiled, "We met Klaus during our training days. If it wasn't for that alchemist and his transformation, he would have lived a quiet lifestyle. His hobbies are gardening and playing chess." He laughed.

Edward frowned and looked at the picture. This brute of a man liked flowers?

"He has a strong sense of justice and a desire for peace."

"Was he with you guys in the Ishvalan war?" asked Alphonse.

Mustang and Riza's face darkened slightly. Whenever the Ishvalan Civil War was brought up, tension always made the air heavy.

"The war… the war nearly broke that man but he kept moving forward. That tragedy broke him down and built him back up again. That made him quite admirable and he gained quite a few loyal followers who followed him when he was assigned to Hellsalem's Lot," explained Mustang.

"Huh," Alphonse tilted his head. "He's sounds kind of like you, sir."

Mustang smiled.

"No," Riza stated firmly. "Colonel Klaus von Reinherz is a better man than Colonel Mustang!"

Edward snorted and laughed. Alphonse tried to smother his own laughter. Mustang bowed his head and fell into a state of depression.

On the train, the brothers thought of their mission. In Hellsalem's Lot, there were a growing number of deaths. Murders. People being drained of their blood. It was suspected that the alchemist who had turned Klaus von Reinherz into a vampire had returned with a new vampire. Their mission was to capture the alchemist and the vampire.

Alive.

Across the aisle from them, sat two other passengers. A young man and young woman, a little older than the Elrics. They sat side by side of each other. With them was their small luggage and a wheelchair. The young man had messy brown hair. The young woman had light brown hair. Both had their eyes closed, yet they weren't asleep.

"It's been three years since we've been there, huh, Leo?"

"Y-yeah," the young man called Leo fiddled with his camera. "You're right, Michela. Who would of thought that we would be back to that place of our misfortunes."

"Oh," Michela touched his hand. "Leo."