"You believe me?" Mello asked as his fangs flicked back.

"I kinda have to… even if I've lost my marbles." he moved off of me. "Tell me what happened, Mello."

He sighed deeply, "Well, you already know I was on a case." I nodded and stood up to my feet. "I tailed the prime suspect into this warehouse. The next thing I know, ka-boom!" he used his hands as an explosion. "After that I remember being in a lot of pain… That's how I got this, right?" he poked the marred side of his face.

Suddenly I was feeling guilty. "I'm sorry." Why am I apologizing? I didn't do anything.

He shrugged. "There is only one thing I remember about actually being dead, though."

"Hmm, what's that?"

"I remember seeing you with me… well my body." Mello moved closer to me. "And you were crying."

My face went hot. "I never cried for you! You dumbass, you went around following someone without telling me. You deserve what you got."

He smirked "Whatever helps you sleep at night." I glared at Mello which seemed to encourage him. "You were crying and no matter how much I tried to talk to you, you couldn't hear me. Then right before you left you kissed my body and I had this overwhelming desire to be alive again. That's it."

I nodded my head "What about becoming a vampire?"

Mello shook his head "I was dead when I became one so there isn't much to say."

"What was it like when you woke up?"

"Let's see, it was like waking up after getting really shit faced. I couldn't remember a thing. But, I started to remember, you being the first thing of course."

I rolled my eyes "I'm still mad at you."

"Baby," he bellowed. "It wasn't my fault. I was a victim of circumstance!"

"The one you created." I scoffed.

He smiled. "Today is the first night I got to go out by myself. I looked for you the whole time. When I finally found you I was worried about just walking up to you. Then you jumped in the water so I figured it was time to go to you." Mello moved his hand onto my shoulder. "Would you rather that I came here right away and killed you? I had to learn some basics of being a vampire before going out into the world."

"Like what?"

"Just some control. Do you know how many instances I've had in just the last five minutes where I could have killed you?" He tilted his head back. "Everything has become much more fragile to me. It's really hard to concentrate on being careful and whatever else is happening."

"What kind of trick did you learn?"

Mello moved his hand onto the counter and looked up at the ceiling. "I have to… No, it's more like…" he paused. "It's hard to explain so you can understand." He laughed hesitantly. "All I can really say is I just have to keep myself from doing it. 'Always be as careful as possible.' I constantly think that. I don't know what else to say."

"It's okay. You don't have to tell me anymore."

"The guy who turned me said it'll get easier, almost like being human."

I nodded, feeling somewhat satisfied by that. "How many of those vampire myths are true?"

"The 'always cold' one is," he touched his face. "I bet you noticed when I touched you. Vampires can't go out in the sun either." Mello added, but paused seeming to have run out of things to say.

Then another question came to me. Do I want to know? "Mello have you… killed anyone?"

I felt relieved when he shook his head. "Not yet. I've sucked a few people's blood though." For some reason rage and jealousy flooded my insides at the second part of his answer. "I needed some practice before I came looking for you. No one is nearly as important to me as you. It doesn't matter to me if I kill someone else but, if it were you… What would I do with myself? I'd be bored as shit without you."

Damn him… making me feel better! My face flushed making me cross my arms as a distraction. "You want to have my blood?"

"It's only natural. Vampires have an automatic instinct to want to kill the one they love most… I mean!" Mello raised his hands in defense. "Don't worry, I won't kill you. I've had enough practice. I learned to stop myself when the heart starts to slow."

"How do you stop?"

"I usually think about something I really hate."

Smirking, I asked "So, you want my blood? What are you gonna do for me to get it?" I rubbed my neck.

Mello closed his eyes; he looked pained as he said "I think it's better if I don't."

"What makes you say that?"

He shifted his weight, "I'm still worried I'll kill you." Mello muttered. "Because I love you I don't want to put you in danger."

"Wow." I started with surprise. "How hard was it to admit all that?" Mello saying "I love you" in exactly those words, I could only count on maybe one hand. Sure he was big fan of "Back at you.", "Diddo.", "Me too." and kind of mentioning it. Like when he said "the one they love most." But him saying "I love you." was rare… even if he said it in the middle of a sentence, I'll take what I can get. "You know I love you too. If you need to, I really wouldn't mind. I trust you."

"You shouldn't." he said almost laughing. "I'm going to be much more emotionally driven now which makes it very easy to kill." Mello looked me in the eyes and continued. "It's not like I want to kill anything and even after I'm sure I'll feel bad, it's an instinct that's really hard to shake."

"You said—"

"What I said a few minutes ago is a little different then what I'm talking about now. Before I was more talking about getting use to being a vampire, like extra strength and speed or wanting blood. Now what I'm talking about is instinct. Every vampire will always have it no matter the age. It's very simple, if driven to it I'll kill… even you. But, like I said that's an emotional thing. It'll only happen if I get too mad, scared, whatever."

"I see." I looked down at my feet.

Mello crossed his arms. "I'm sorry, Matt. It's just the truth, if I feel an overwhelming desire to I'll kill."

We both went silent. Mello's harsh truth was frightening to say the least. Why can't real vampires be more romantic like in books? "Well, you obviously have some blood lust, so what's up with that?"

He smiled "That also flows more with what I was talking about in the beginning. Controlling the want for blood is just like eating. Usually you know when you need it and when to stop… but if it's really good you might have a hard time."

"Hey Mello," I started with a grin. He looked at me questioningly. "Let's move to a different apartment."

"Why?"

"Because, everyone here knows you died. So even at night you can't walk around freely."

He smiled "You're right."

"You can live with me right? Does your 'Master' or whatever mind?"

Mello laughed loudly. "No, I'm free to go. 'If you have any questions, come ask.' was all he said on my way out."

"Good." I walked up to Mello and laid my head at the nape of his neck. "I'm so glad you're alive." My arms moved around his sides "It's been so long, Mello."

Mello rested a hand on my back. "You have no idea how much I want to." His other hand moved up to my head. "I can't right now."

"Why?"

"I told you, in the area of control I'm lacking. Do you literally want me to fuck your brains out?"

"If I still get to climax then—"

"That's not funny, Matt."

I pushed away from him "It's not fair!"

"Tomorrow night we can look for an apartment." Mello changed the subject. "Right now it's getting close to five in the morning and I need to get to bed. So where am I sleeping? I need somewhere with total darkness."

Giving into him, I sighed "What about—"

"The closet should be fine." He moved down the hallway to our room.

A/N: Sooooo, review thank you please?

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