"What did you just say?" Alphonse asked, the disbelief evident on his face. The girl turned her head away allowing him to study her profile.

"The thing," she said, "is that this relationship is not going to work out."

"And why not?" He couldn't understand where this was coming from suddenly why the love of his life was doing this to him.

"You're a vampire."

"So?"

"You drink blood."

This, on the whole, was true. "I don't see why it should matter." He had honestly thought that she was above using such stereotypes.

"The only reason that you're with me is because you think that I'll make a good snack one day."

He gaped. "That's not true!" Sure, there were the times when Alphonse would sneak into her room when she was sleeping and gaze longingly at her neck, but he never seriously considered biting her. Okay, maybe once or twice. Now just happened to be one of those times.

The girl's eyes were wide. "What's my favorite color?"

"What are you blathering on about?" He wished that she would stop speaking. It was so much easier to enjoy the scent of her when she wasn't speaking.

"Well," she insisted.

"This is stupid."

The girl raised her eyebrows and tilted her head to the side. The gesture taunted him.

"Blue," he said.

"No."

"Red?"

"No."

"Green?"

"No."

"Um, blue?"

"You already guessed that, and no; it's purple."

"I was close."

She dropped her head into her hands. "Can you please just leave? This relationship is over. I mean, we don't even know each other."

"But, you can't do this to me!" He ran an agitated hand through his perfect blond hair that usually framed his angelic face.

"I just did."

"You love me," he said.

She placed a hand over her mouth to muffle what sounded suspiciously like a snort. "I thought I did - I'll admit that - but it turns out that I only fell in love with the way you look."

Alphonse could understand that. He fell in love every time he looked in the mirror. "This isn't how it's suppose to end," he argued. The girl was clenching her hands - they were recovering from a fairly bad case of frostbite.

"I have news for you, Al," she said, lifting her chin and exposing the smooth expanse of her neck. "I get to choose my own ending."

She herded him out of the house not even listening to his protests anymore. She slammed the door behind her and ignored Alphonse screams as the sunlight burnt his flesh. Soon he would be nothing more than a plie of ash. She went into her room and got out her physics textbook. She started to study - the exam wasn't just going to pass itself, after all.

Her brother poked his head into her room. "What was that all about?"

"That?" she said. "Was the beginning of my happily ever after."