The ledge was pretty sturdy. I guess it had to be for it to stand so long. Mello had told me a few times before he died that this bridge was a hundred years old. For some reason I just never really believed it. I can't say why.

I pulled the cigarette from my lips and exhaled a cloud of smoke. My hands shook slightly as I flicked some of the ashes off. I guess this is going to be my last cigarette ever. I thought with a smile. I can't believe I out lived him. I always thought I'd be the first one to die, despite me being a little younger. Mello had always been so much better then me no matter how you sliced it. I just assumed he'd always be around. I guess because of that I took him for granted. The smoke made my eyes burn horribly. In the last hour that I'd been standing here I'd smoked more cigarettes at this one time then any other in my life… it was making my eyes water.

Now that this was my last one it was getting close to time. Ending it with some stogies left would be a sad waste. I thought with a smirk. As I looked more and more at the small glowing flame… it was getting me more and more depressed.

How could Mello be so careless that he'd die in a burning building? It's just like him to have some sort of tragic ending like that, the drama queen! "Fucking idiot." His face was so badly burned they had to get me to identify him to make sure. Then they asked me if I wanted to spend a minute alone with him!... I'm glad I did.

Poor Mello. What were you doing there anyway? Putting your dream of being the next great detective first, I bet. You always did. I exhaled the smoke from the corner of my lips. You were such an asshole all the time but, here I am a month later ready to end it for you. How could you make me fall in love with you? You were always a jerk to me but, then you were the only one that cared enough to acknowledge me. Third best was never good enough for any of the adult's attention… only good enough for Mello's.

Through all of our time together Mello was full of mixed signals. One minute he was nice maybe even asking for some help… loving me… the next I was the idiot because the computer crashed. How was I supposed to know if he loved me equally? "Asshole," Really when I think about it, he isn't worth crying for. "I hate you." My fingers continued to shake as I removed my cigarette for the final time. "How could you leave me alone?" I flicked it into the water before me.

Taking one last deep breath, I stepped off the ledge. It was only a second before I hit the freezing water. How deep is this water? I thought when I continued to sink. Doesn't matter as long as it get's the job done. I heard you can die in only an inch. At this thought, I couldn't hold my breath anymore and I let it go in a furry of bubbles. My head began to pound and my vision was going dark.

My name is Mail 'Matt' Jeevas and at age nineteen I committed suicide because the loss of my boyfriend, Mihael 'Mello' Kheel, was too much.

I woke up tucked into my bed wearing only my underwear. The heat was pumping into the apartment, making me sweat. I kicked off the blanket and the memories began to flood my brain. I must have dreamt that I killed myself. My hands ran through my slicked hair. Awfully realistic. Maybe it means that's the way to go?

Suddenly, there was a loud noise coming from the kitchen. "The fuck?" I got out of bed quickly, crouching down to feel under the bed. I grabbed Mello's gun and started towards the noise.

I looked around the corner to see someone was sitting at the counter reading the newspaper. Aiming the gun, I opened my mouth to warn, but was interrupted with "Don't aim that at me. You know you're a bad shot."

My eyes widened but, I stayed calm "You sound like—"

"Yeah, I get that a lot." He answered, rolling up the paper. "I've really missed you." Mello stood up with his arms out to me. The scar that appeared across his face during his death looked nicely healed. It covered almost the entire left half of his face giving him a very mysterious quirk. "C'mere." He cooed.

A rush of ecstasy blasted through my veins. "Mello!" I closed my eyes tightly and my arms lowered to my sides. "I really did die."

"Sorry to disappoint you but, you're still alive."

"What? Am I still asleep?" he shook his head. Rage began to rack my body "You better start explaining yourself then. And it better be good!" I screamed.

"I don't even get a 'Welcome home, Mello!' or an 'I've missed you!'? Well, I know the last one is true, it'd still be nice to hear."

"You are such an asshole! You really think after all this shit you put me through, that I'd really just forgive you?"

"Don't you wanna hear the story before you make such a decision?"

I rolled my eyes, but knew it was futile to resist. "So, let me guess. You had to do something to further your aspirations and didn't care how it affected me. Am I getting warm?"

He shook his head. "Matt, you know I wouldn't do that. It's… It's hard to explain without sounding like a nut." Mello moved closer to me "I'll show you." His hands tightly gripped my shoulders. His lips parted and I noticed his canines were huge.

"I don't get it. You faked your death to go to Hot Topic?"

"I didn't fake it." His left hand moved to brush my neck. "I'm dead Matt." Mello's fingers were so cold it was unreal. Especially compared to how warm the apartment was.

My breath hitched "You must really think little of me." I knocked his hands from me. "Why are telling me such a stupid lie? You know I would have eventually forgiven you but, no! You just had to go the extra mile with some stupid lie about being a ghost!"

"I am not a ghost, Matt."

Rolling my eyes, I corrected myself. "Zombie."

"Vampire."

"Whatever. It's just a lie." I crossed my arms. "I'm so fucking pissed; I don't even want to look at you right now. I hope you don't plan on sleeping or even living here any time soon."

"What'll make you believe me?"

I rolled my eyes again "What do vampires do aside from drinking blood? Can't they fly or something?"

"You have to give me something a little easier, babe. I've only been one a month." He smirked.

"Yeah," I grumbled. "Wait, don't they have super speed?"

He nodded "Yeah," Mello took several steps back from me.

I watched him carefully as he… disappeared! "What?" I gasped in disbelief.

"Matt," he whispered from behind me. Turning around, I saw him for just a moment before he was gone again. "You're so slow." He sounded amused. Then his arms reached around my neck, pulling my back towards him.

"No way!" my hands gripped my hair tightly. "Oh god, I've gone insane!"

"Just believe me, Matt." Mello growled. My sight went blurry for a second. When it came back I was on the kitchen floor, sprawled out under Mello. His right hand held my wrists tightly above my head. I tried to move them but, I couldn't even a little; his strength was so over powering.

"I'm sorry." He sighed.

"For what?"

"Making you want to kill yourself."

"Oh, that."

Mello smiled, showing his pearly whites. "But, I was able to save you. Being dead comes in pretty handy when you have to jump in icy water after your suicidal boyfriend… and then have to walk three miles back to the apartment."

"So that's how I got here." A long pause ensued. I had no idea what to say to him. What else is there to say? Mello is a vampire… I guess. Suddenly, the emotions were starting to catch up with me. I felt tears rolling out of my eyes "Mello you're not dead!" Frantically I tired to pull my wrists from his hand. He got the message and let me go. I wrapped my arms around his neck "I'm so happy!" I kissed his cheek.

"Matt, I am dead."

"What the fuck is the difference? Living dead or alive, if I'm insane or not you're back with me!" I moved my hand down his body, grabbing a hold of his belt buckle.

Mello groaned softly. Then his hand gripped mine tightly "Stop!" he looked me in the eyes. "We can't right now. I don't have a whole lot of self-control… I could kill you."

"Make me into a vampire then." I smirked "In all those vampire stories, they say the sex is supposed to be fantastic."

"Now you remember what vampires do?" Mello smiled "We can soon, just not this second." His lips parted and I saw his… fangs. He raised an eyebrow at my staring "They come out when I'm turned on too."

"I see." I sighed, feeling slightly disappointed. "Mello, how did you die? Tell me about what's been going on with you."

A/N: I'm going to try my hand at vampires again. This time around I'm gonna make them more like the ones from True Blood. Let's see how this goes. Review thank you please?

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note, Pink Floyd or The Used.