A/N- I do not own Death Note or any of the characters, except for my Oc's.

Chapter 1

Being Misa Amane's twin sister, yes, the Misa-Misa idol of Japan, you would think I would be just like her. Besides the same taste in clothing, we were completely different. My name's Lamia, and I have mid-waist length, light brown hair, bright green eyes, and slightly pale skin. Misa's managers and those other people say that I could become even more famous than my sister because of my good looks and well-endowed body. Of course Misa would get somewhat jealous if I did decide to go into the modeling business, because that meant competing for fans with her.

But, unlike those creepers, I don't really care about that kind of stuff, and besides, my personality doesn't fit that job right. I suppose you could say I wasn't as stupid as my twin, and I wasn't all smiles and giggles as she was. But I'll admit that she can be smart whenever she wants to be. Her stupidity is just a facade for attention, something I hated.

There was only one thing on my mind as I walked through the streets of L.A. that night. I was here because my twin had a photo shoot, and she always dragged me along. I didn't mind because there was someone there that I had to 'dispose' of. That was another reason I didn't have time for being a model, because my job was to assassinate people, a freelance Hitman if you will. The only people that knows about this is the people that pay me, but in my own dark mind I enjoy doing this job, and even if I didn't get paid for it I would probably still do it anyways for my own enjoyment.

I glanced at the people in the crowd, eyes glowing red as I read the names of the people around me and the dates they were going to die. I was born with an extra sense, but only I knew about it. I could see names and dates floating above everyone's head except for my own, and I don't know what else to call it but an extra sense. Finally, I spotted the name I was looking for and confirmed it was the right person by looking at her face.

Now I have to wait for a chance to kill her. I don't know the reason the mysterious man wants her killed, and neither do I care. The only thing important was to kill her and to do it right, without any clues as to who did it.

It's about damn time, I'm sick of waiting. I thought happily as I seen her go down a quiet and dark alley. I slipped through the shadows easily due to my dark clothing. She must be taking a shortcut home or something. No matter, you'll get to sleep forever in a moment, Luna.

The young woman, probably in her mid-twenties, had short, dark brown hair and blue eyes that shone in the moonlight. I could tell they were contacts, though, and I was wanting to see her real eye color. Over all, she looked like the average young woman. I glanced above her head and the name read 'Luna Clay', as if to make sure that it was the right person one more time. Luna's lifespan was low anyways, and the numbers started rolling as I stalked behind her in the shadows of the buildings surrounding us.

I swiftly reached into my mid-calf boot and grabbed my short ninjato, smiling as I ran a finger along the cold blade. As I focused once more onto Luna, I made sure no one could see us as I jumped out of the shadows behind her and shoved a gag into her mouth so she couldn't scream for help. I stabbed her in the stomach, then slit her wrists to make sure she'd die quickly. I grinned wickedly as blood squirted out of her wrists, and my ninjato was drenched in the red liquid. Luna let out a muffled scream and her eyes went wider than they already were. She soon went limp in my arms, and I threw her to the ground. I stepped back and admired my work. Blood had splattered all over the walls of the buildings that enclosed the alley.

I crouched over the dead woman to see if I could make it look more like she killed herself, and licked the blood from my weapon and put it away quickly, then retrieved the gag from her mouth and stuck it in my other boot. Shoes come in handy when you want to hide stuff! I pried open Luna's left eye and moved the contact, revealing dark brown eyes. My entertainment was over, and I placed a large kitchen knife in one of her hands that was coated with her blood, then wiped the fingerprints off before standing back up to leave. As I started walking the opposite way I came, a smooth sounding voice froze me in my tracks.

"Making it look like she committed suicide, I have to give you credit on that. But, she was my prey and you killed her before I did. Now how will my bloodlust be quenched?" A man asked from behind me, and I could feel the persons gaze burn through me.

"Find someone else to kill. It was her time to go, anyways," I replied quietly as I pulled my weapon back out, only to have my wrists restrained and pulled behind me.

The person squeezed my wrist holding the weapon, making me drop my ninjato with a reflex. I tried to turn around but the man had me restrained with an iron grip by my wrists.

"Do you mind telling me why I don't see the date your supposed to die, Miss Amane Lamia?" The person asked, more like demanded.

"We can talk if you let me go and tell me who you are," I told him, knowing that if I can see his face I can see his name. What I wanted to know is how he has the eyes like mine, and how he snuck up behind me like that. I thought I made sure nobody was around.

Surprisingly, he let me go and spun me around to face him. The first thing I looked at was above his head. His name was Beyond Birthday, and I thought that was an odd name. After that the first thing I noticed was his crimson red eyes that was examining my own green ones. Beyond had somewhat messy/shaggy black hair and he was taller than me by at least six inches. He wore a long-sleeved black shirt and dark jeans, and he had pale skin from what I could tell. Over all, I thought he looked around my age and that he was quite...handsome? I really didn't know how to describe him.

"Beyond..Birthday. You seem like a unique human. By the way, you smell like blood," I commented, looking at those red eyes.

"As do you, Miss Lamia," he replied in a slightly monotone voice.

"I'm guessing you also have the special eyes?" I questioned Beyond.

"I suppose so..." he trailed off, staring at me.

My phone vibrated from my coat pocket, and I reached to get it without breaking eye contact with him, scared he might try to kill me when I'm not looking. I glanced at my phone to see what it said. Misa wants me back at the hotel room soon.

"Uhm, I need to go Beyond. Good luck out there!" I told him with a small smile and turned to leave, only to have him grab ahold of my wrist.

"I don't trust you, your coming with me." Beyond said in a dark voice.

"Why don't you trust me?" I nearly squeaked in surprise.

"You know who I am, and you know what I do. Naturally, I wouldn't trust someone if they knew that... And I also witnessed you killing someone, and I can use that against you if you try to turn me in to authorities."

"Well...my sister wants me back at our hotel room soon, but I guess I could ditch her to stay with you for a while." I grinned, watching the corners of his mouth twitch upward into a smile.

A/N- This is my first fanfiction! I just had to make a story about B, because he is one of my favorite DN characters. Please R&R.