Title: Night Sky

By: Metamorcy

Summary: AU, Reborn didn't believe in the supernatural, they were just imaginary shadows people created in the back of their minds or were used only in the stories. But he didn't expect that while chasing a target would lead him meeting up with one by mistake.

There are no dying will flames but there is mafia

A/N: Wasn't planning on starting another story until I finished 'Timeless' but this story here is already all typed out. I just need to beta it which makes things easier for me. So it shouldn't effect my upload for the other stories either. Hope you enjoy it!

Beta'ed by WhiteAngel128 and Persephone Crux

Chapter 1

Reborn sneered, looking over the area before him and listened intently for any sounds that would give away his target. To think he would actually have to chase this fool of a man, but whatever, it made things more interesting and much more entertaining than the more often instant kills. Still, it was annoying at times when he just wanted to head back home and get some sleep. It was late at night after all.

Peering carefully down the hallway, he spotted nothing and stepped out to head towards the end of the pathway. His footsteps were silent, making sure to stay around the sides of the walkway so that the floor below wouldn't creak under his weight and give him away. The doors along the place were all closed shut, making him hesitant each time he had to pass by one. His target could be hiding behind any one of them and might try to do a surprise attack, something that would make things hard if done so. Not only that, it made the selections of hiding spots wider to go through. His gun was raised and ready for use, the safety off, and continued to make his way down.

It's an abandoned building, the best place to hide in, and there was no one around, well at least ones that were still sane. People of the rotten kind dwelled here. From druggies to prostitutes, all sorts of evil lived within this area, and murders were a regular. But all ignored and avoided anyone else that came into the area unless it was something they wanted, but other than that, the hitman was left alone. Reborn smirked, at least he wouldn't have to do much on hiding the body. This was the perfect place after all, the best.

As he wandered up and down the stairs and hallways, following the trail his target left behind, he couldn't help but shiver at something. He felt like he had eyes looking at the back of his head and twisted around immediately, aiming his gun towards the spot he had sensed it. But there was nothing but an empty hallway and the doors were all closed. Regardless, he kept his guard up just in case and continued on.

That was until he heard a crash not too far ahead. Smirking to himself, it looked like his chase was already over and stepped around the opened door to see his target crawling on the ground. Silently chuckling to himself, he stepped closer and stopped a few feet away to watch the man squirm as he realized there was no escape from his position.

"It's the end of the line for you." Reborn smirked, stepping closer, and kept his gun on hand, knowing it would be used soon to end his target's life.

"W-Wait! Surely I can make a deal with you to spare me! Money! I have lots of money!"

Reborn tuned out the rest of the conversation, not wanting to bother. It was all the same, the same pleas, the same begging, it just wasn't worth listening to anymore. Striding closer, he took aim and gave a warning shot to shut the man up. Immediately, the target did, giving a small whimper, and Reborn wiggled his nose when he realized that the idiot had even urinated as well. 'Pathetic.'

Just as he was going to give the final shot, he felt a shift in the air that made him shiver. An ice cold wind blew into the room from behind and he glanced back from the corner of his eyes. Nothing, he didn't see anything but an open door. It was the same as before except that same feeling didn't leave him. Shaking his head, he took aim at his target and ended the man's useless life with one quick motion, the bullet hitting the forehead right in the center. It was a perfect shot.

However, that feeling of darkness didn't leave Reborn alone. He sneered and turned his attention back to the open doorway…except, he immediately paused at the sight before him. 'When did…?' His dark onyx eyes were glaring at the young-looking man that was standing there at the entrance, looking almost like a statue. The person was pale in color and was clothed in a dark blue jacket that was zipped up all the way with a hoodie behind. Reborn took aim immediately, knowing he had been seen on the job, and kept still, wondering what the other was going to do. It was unusual he would be caught like this.

"What?" He questioned without care, observing every movement carefully.

The young man shifted slightly, brown hair that looked like the color of caramel shifted gently at his movement, before suddenly dashing forward. Reborn growled in annoyance and immediately responded by bringing his elbow down first to daze his attacker by trying to hit the neck. However, just before he managed to land a blow, the person suddenly twisted around.

Reborn's eyes widened in shock, clearly not expecting such a quick movement. 'What the?' It was too fast, his eyes hadn't even recognized the motion, and he tried to speed up his own limbs to catch up. Swinging his arm around, he quickly fired at his assailant, but the bullets missed, skidding across the jacket. It was during that time that Reborn could see the unusual glowing orange eyes the other held and couldn't help but stare in amazement. He had never seen such a color before, but he tossed those thoughts out of his head as he tried to fight back. Watching the quick and nimble shifts in limbs, Reborn fought by throwing the strikes back. However, he promptly noticed that his muscles were screaming in pain. The pressure his attacker placed on him was so powerful and it took so much strength just to push the other away. Just as he took another aim with his gun, the brunet vanished before his very eyes.

'Dammit!' He hastily rotated around to find the other and as he did so, felt an arm reach out from behind to grab his shoulder. Just before he could do anything, his head was pushed to the side, revealing his shoulder and felt an agonizing sharp pain that almost made him cry out shot down his entire body. Reborn cursed vividly to himself, unsure of what was going on. But before he could actually think or get his body to move, he felt himself drifting off like he was in some sort of daze. All he could feel was some teeth embedded deep into his skin, right at the neck, and hissed lightly to himself when there was a painful suck. 'What…'

Those teeth suddenly retracted and Reborn felt his body spinning around to meet the brunet once more. He blinked his eyes, his vision dizzy, and stared at the two protruding white teeth that was apparent in the mouth and watched as it got closer again. The brunet went for the same spot on his neck, another sharp pain running down his spine as he bit in.

"A-Ah…" Reborn felt his body weakening and stared up ahead at the wall. His gun dropped to the floor, barely aware of it clattering, and went limp into the strong grasp around his body. Those arms held him up, cold to touch, and could hardly smell that alluding scent of vanilla hit his nostrils.

Soon, he and his attacker fell to the floor, the hitman back first, and Reborn could still feel that mouth on him, draining whatever it was doing. Before he realized it, the world around him began to grow dark and he could feel himself shutting down.

'Damn…' He thought to himself and used what little strength to peer down at the brunet curiously. His eyes trailed to the mouth where he could see little droplets of blood slipping down and blinked. 'A…vampire? Are you…kidding me? Shit…'

And then total and complete darkness took him, fading away from the world.

A groan escaped his lips as Reborn found himself waking up at a bright light touching the lid of his eyes. He twitched, trying to roll around to avoid the light, and curled up slightly to protect himself. However, that light was hitting no matter where he moved and slowly opened his eyes. He blinked as he tried to focus on his situation at hand and looked around the area.

'Where…' Reborn examined his surroundings, finding himself in an obviously abandoned room with the windows broken and the curtains all shredded up. He growled to himself as he forced his eyes to adjust to the brightness and carefully picked himself up off a dirty beaten-up couch. 'What the hell happened? I was chasing after a target and killed him when…' A sharp pain entered his mind and he winced at it, bringing a hand up to his head to massage it. 'Damn, I can't remember.'

Shaking his head to shift the headache, he carefully stood up before crashing back down. Reborn groaned to himself, his body feeling like it had been run through the mill, and made another attempt to get back up. Everything seemed to hurt and ache but he wasn't going to allow himself to stay down. Reborn immediately checked himself over, making sure that there was no device attached to his person, and in the end, found nothing. Nothing that could tell him what had happened to both his body and his memory. Reborn took off his fedora for a moment to run a hand through his hair in frustration before placing it back on, examining his environment again to check the area for any clues on what happened. Still nothing and he had a feeling that he would never find out. Not only that, he didn't see his dead target anywhere and went towards the window to look outside. The moment he did, he knew he was still within the building he had first entered and took a step back to look behind towards the exit of the place. Nothing, absolutely nothing.

'Whatever, I'll think about it later. Better get out first.' Heading towards the exit, he opened the front door with ease and peered out at the hallways, looking both sides for anyone. Empty, completely voided of people, and sighed in relief. Stepping out, he slowly made his way down the hallway, wanting nothing more than to head home and get some rest. He definitely needed it and rubbed his neck for a second, feeling a small pain there before it disappeared. It blended with the rest of the aches of his body and paid no attention to it. Shrugging his shoulders, he continued on, unaware of the glowing orange eyes that were watching him from the darkness behind.

Yes, yes, it's a vampire story. There are too many of those, but I decided to try a twist on this one. Hopefully you enjoy it. Review if you like.