Summary: L is a vampire king. He has been ruling for centuries but some still fight against him. Near, Mello and Matt are his successors. After the annihilation of yet another town, a young boy, the sole survivor of that town, is found. L is interested in the child and decides to raise him, making him one of his successors. But what happens when the child turns out to be something more than expected? Various pairings...

A/N: I'm tying a different writing style with this one, so I'm not sure how it'll work out. I will still be changing POVs thru out the story, but I'll announce it and I'll try to make each POV a chapter to not make it too confusing. This is L's POV.

AU so all the characters are slightly OOC but I'll try to keep them in character as much as possible.

Disclaimer: Is L a vampire? Is BB his brother? Are Near and BB together? Is there yaoi? I think you know the answer. Sadly, I don't own Death Note, and until the above are completed, I won't. Sob.

Applause for the awesome scooterwoof!

Chapter 1: Changes

I'm lying down in the cool grass below my favorite cherry tree. It's on a hill behind the castle, as far away as I can get without the others sending out the army as a search party. I grin at the thought. Watari would naturally still have his air of cool confidence and would try to calm everyone down, Mello would be running around in circles barking out orders to whoever heard him, Matt would try to reason with him and, Near would help Watari organize the search party.

My smile fades and I let my attention wander back to my surroundings, it's a beautiful day and the birds are singing. The birds remind me of her, of the way she would join them, of the way they accepted her as one of their own. It's only in moments like this that I can truly feel at peace. This place used to be her favorite getaway from all the pressure and obligations that she had. Whenever she was upset and ran away, I could always find her here. She would sing with the birds and I would sit under our sakura, patiently waiting for her to calm down enough and come talk to me. Sometimes, before sitting besides me and telling me what had upset her, she would sing for me. Her voice would truly become one with the birds and even the wind would stop and listen before joining her song. To hear her sing like that was to hear the whole world sing.

This is the only place where I can truly remember her. Thinking about her and the time we spent together is making the facade I keep up for the public slip, revealing my true self. The sadness and anger I've so carefully hidden in the farthest reaches of my mind are starting to resurface. I'm at the edge now, any more and I'll break. So many memories and feelings are resurfacing that I feel like I'm drowning in them.

I can hear somebody coming. I sit up and drag my thoughts away from her, placing my mask back on. They all know better that to bother me when I'm here so it must by either an intruder- highly unlikely -or an emergency. I stand up and look towards the footsteps, calming down slightly. It's Watari. He's running. I narrow my eyes; it must be extremely pressing if he's running. I'm immediately set on edge as my mind thinks of all the eventual possibilities for why Watari would be rushing.

"What is it, Watari?" My voice doesn't let my internal turmoil show. It's as monotone and cold as always. He is composed the second he reaches me and doesn't wait a second to give me his report.

"I'm afraid there's been another attack." His voice is cold and devoid of any emotion but I've known him long enough to know that he's angry. I allow my eyes to narrow ever so slightly to show my own anger, but I don't let my mask slip off completely. There's something wrong; there has been so many attack that by now his anger has mostly turned to sadness for all the lost lives. There is something different about this one and it makes me feel uncomfortable. I can think of many possible reasons for this change but they each have such low chances of being correct that I choose the least likely.

"Survivors?" The chance of there being survivors is only about five percent, but in a way, it is the most likely of all.

"Just one."

I give him a curt nod, signaling that he should simply tell me all that he knows.

"It's a child. A male child. He looks like he could be ten to thirteen years of age. Unfortunately, he can't remember any thing. We have tried to penetrate his mind and take whatever information his subconscious could be hiding, but there seems to be a barrier of some sort."

"A barrier? I guess the only way is to try and see if time will give him his memories back. Whatever he saw must have broken something in him. It must be his mind's way of protecting him from madness. Is he at the castle?"

"Yes. Mello, Matt and Near are with him. Shall we go see him?"

I give our hill a longing look before heading toward the castle and the mysterious child. Watari sees the longing in my eyes but says nothing and follows after me.

A/N: And that's the first chapter. Short, I know, but I'm in author mode so I'll be updating every few days for as long as my good mood lasts. Cyber candy for anyone who guesses who the kid is!