Its been so long since I have been on fan fiction that everything seems to have changed 0_o
Okay, I haven't written anything for this story for well over a year, and I'm not too sure if this chapter will flow properly. I haven't read Death note for a few years now, so I'm sorry if the characters are very OOC. I'm not smart enough to make L and Light seem intelligent, and I prefer L so that will probably show too. I hope it doesn't ruin the characters too much ^_^'
But here it is anyway!
Hope you like =3
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L had retired to his room after the little meeting with Light, feeling satisfied with how things had gone. Light was certainly a worthy adversary at times, but sometimes he was too overconfident, and L was happy in the knowledge that this was one of those times. As a vampire, Light had a superior range of intelligence sources. Most people would not work for a werewolf, and even those with more shady operations were wary of his kind. With a lot of hard work, however, L had managed to create a large, intricate web of information that he was sure Light did not know about.
He was well aware of the human boy that had caught Light's attention, and was also aware that Light knew he had that information. But what the vampire did not know was that L had an informant from his side of the school, and had learned that the vampires' had actually gotten the boy in their custody.
Hopefully things had gone well with Mello, and the Jeevas boy was now in the hands of the werewolves. But there was a reason that Mello was number three, and that was his dangerous mental instability. Near was intelligent, and much better at keeping his emotions in check which made him the perfect second in command, but unfortunately he was not physically strong enough to get the boy without trouble.
L's biggest fear was that the Jeevas boy would do something to get on Mello's nerves, (something that was extremely easy to do) and Mello would end up killing him. He did not think it would happen, but it was still a possibility that played on his mind.
The Jeevas boy could not die, not yet.
L glanced at his watch, noting that it was almost time for Mello to appear with his news. For once he was sure that he would arrive on time. This was a big thing, and Mello was desperate to push Near out of the number two spot and become his right hand man.
L leaned over, dipping his melon flavoured lolly into a small bowl of orange sherbet set on the table and delicately licked the powder off with the tip of his tongue. A range of desserts had been spread over the table's shiny oak surface, some of them containing chocolate in an attempt to cater for his expected guest.
His room was large compared to that of the other werewolves on campus. Wammy's House set great store on ranking intelligence, and L was number one, which had earned him the greatest room in the werewolf dorms. It was not as impressive as Light's, or even one the more average grade vampire students, but it was good enough for him.
Vampires and werewolves were graded separately, and his 'great friend' Light was number one on his side of the equation. L was sure the vampires would be disgusted to think that their inferiors had equal or greater intelligence, but he secretly thought that his scores would more than equal Light's if they were given the same exams.
Despite the dislike towards his kind, L had managed to gain some respect in the school, and had used that to his advantage. There was some disquiet about the racism and inequality from the werewolves, but L had even managed to grasp the attention of some of the vampires. However, most people were still willing to turn a blind eye.
If all went to plan, things would certainly change. Werewolves had founded this school, had ruled it along with the rest of London, and he was determined to see that they would do so once more. No longer would he be treated as less than worthy to live in the home of his ancestors.
He could hear booted feet making their way towards his room and cut his musings short in anticipation of the news Mello would have. The blonde stalked into his room, throwing the door wide open. L had never bothered locking his door; he and Mello were born of the alpha clan, and could transform at will. Only on the full moon were they forced to change, which meant that anyone sneaking into his room could be easily dealt with.
Mello closed the door behind him and flung himself onto the armchair opposite L, picking up a chocolate biscuit and tucking in. "I've got him. He's in my room right now," he said, looking pleased with himself.
"You weren't seen?" L asked monotonously, silently relieved.
"No," Mello responded quickly, almost petulantly. "Who do you think I am? When I do a job it always gets done right."
"Yes," L answered, "you've done well."
Mello nodded in response, picking a plate that held a cheesecake coated in chocolate flakes for his next appetiser. His ocean hued eyes met L's, silently asking what he should do next.
L tipped the bowl of sherbet into his mouth, relishing the sweet, tangy fizz of the powder. "Keep him healthy, and as happy as you can make him. Also, keep him away from Light or his kind."
Mello looked up again sharply. "I thought we were going to use him soon, so what's the point in keeping him 'happy'?" he asked disdainfully.
"I want to keep him alive a little longer. Things will work better if he is killed on the full moon, and he must be healthy when that time comes. I want him happy too, for I believe it could help," L said, knowing the blonde would be less than happy at this news.
"The next full moon isn't for almost another month! What the hell do I do with him 'til then?" Mello snapped.
"Please do as I asked. Keep him healthy and happy," L responded, ignoring the flash of Mello's hot temper.
"And where should I do all this?"
"I'm sure you can keep him in your room. All the other students are frightened of you, so they will not trespass. There should be enough room in the elite dorms, even here on the werewolf side." L could see that Mello was looking haughty and unhappy, just like he had expected, but he was sure the other Wolf would respond to his next statement. "I must ask you. I don't think Near is up to the task."
Mello had always been jealous of Near, and despite their almost identical test scores had still not been able to best him. He would never turn down this opportunity.
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Matt had been left to his own devices after Mello had locked him in and had used the chance to explore his new prison. He had started by pulling the drawn curtains wide open, hoping to find a way to escape, but not really expecting to find anything. He was surprised by the view. He had started off in the basement, but when he looked out the window it seemed the room was at least five floors up. When had they climbed all those stairs?
The school must be just as posh as he had imagined it, he mused. A large, well manicured lawn spread out before his eyes, with many nifty little ornaments littered artfully across the trim grass. There were two little patios, partially closed from view by large flowering trees. What the hell was someone like him doing here? And Mello, could he really be a student here? He certainly didn't fit the posh boy stereotype, not at all.
He pulled back from the windowsill, trying gamely to ignore his still rumbling stomach. Mello hadn't left any food, and the redhead was pretty certain that his captor was not in the kitchens cooking him a nice English fry up. He remembered Mello retrieving a chocolate bar from the bedside table, and wondered if there were any more in there, and if there were, did he dare to sneak another one.
He wondered over to the little walnut cabinet, kicking a few of Mello's shirts out of the way. He doubted anyone could tell; the floor was a haphazard mess of clothes and school books. He pulled open the first drawer, uncertain of what to find, and was both amused and puzzled to find that the entire compartment was filled with chocolate. He picked out another bar, sure that it wouldn't be missed.
He broke off the first square, savouring the flavour as it melted heavenly in his mouth. He decided to look in the other drawers in the off chance that he might find a pack or two of cigarettes. Every single drawer was crammed with chocolate. Matt had always liked chocolate, but obviously not as much as this crazy dude.
He noticed another door and decided to check it out. It opened onto a large en suite bathroom, which was a relief. If Mello didn't come back soon he could easily relieve himself in here. He finished the chocolate bar and flushed the wrapper down the toilet. Who knew how Mello might react if he knew his stash had been pilfered?
On impulse he approached the mirror, taking in his appearance. His skin was a little paler than usual (which was quite a feat) but he seemed otherwise the same. But wait… that was new. He turned his head to the side, brushing his long copper hair away from his neck, revealing twin puncture marks. A vampire bite?
He knew that there were many vampires living in London, but he had never seen one, and didn't really know much about them. If this was a vampire bite did that mean he was one now too? Or was that just a myth? He certainly didn't feel any different…
His red hair had become quite mussed, and he brushed it out with shaking fingers before going back into the bedroom. He seated himself in the armchair once more, rubbing his neck absently, wondering how long he would have to wait before Mello showed his face.
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Light was so angry he could barely think. He had made a huge mistake, two huge mistakes, which was not like him at all. First, he had left this delicate situation for Misa to handle. Why had he done something so stupid?
The truth was, he had gotten over-confident in his ability to lock the werewolf out of his knowledge. Never had he met someone as resourceful as L. Light had been at the top of Wammy's House, both intellectually and socially for many years, and he realised that having nobody to rival his intelligence had made him complacent.
L had won this one, and that grated on him terribly. He had severely underestimated the werewolf's ability to gain supporters despite his race. From now on he would have to keep his more important ideas strictly to himself, letting the rest know only what was necessary. He was sure one of the vampires under his control had leaked a secret to L's lot, and he was determined to find out who.
But first he needed to get the boy back. He was not even sure if the werewolves could use him the way a vampire could, but he was not willing to take that chance, not with L as his adversary. He had still not gotten a look at the human boy, but Misa had, and in this at least she would be of help.
Misa had been distraught to find the boy missing. All she wanted was to please Light, and his anger had actually reduced her to tears. Light had seriously wanted to strangle her then, but had admirably held back. She was now back in her luxurious elite class bedroom, going through the list of both vampire and werewolf students like Light had told her to.
Not for the first time did Light wish he had gotten the unwavering loyalty of someone a little brighter. But then again, if the head of the vampire clan was more intelligent she would be much harder to manipulate.
L had quite a few intelligent people that he could trust, but Light did not like to put his faith in those beneath him. He thought on those L kept close, the albino Near, whose intelligence Light respected to a certain extent, and then the Keehl creature. Mello was a wild card, and acted like the animal all werewolves were just a full moon away from. Light had no idea what had caused L to place him in such a high position.
But even though he was unhappy at how this situation had turned out, at least Misa had used her initiative a little. He had to admit that it was a rather clever thing to do, and was oddly proud of her, like she was a dog that he had taught an interesting trick. Because of Misa, if he could not retrieve the boy it was no longer the end of his plan. And this was one outcome that he was sure L was not expecting.
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Mello stormed down the hallway, feeling both pleased and pissed off. He couldn't believe that he would have to share the very personal space of his room with that human, but at the same time it pleased him immensely to have something that Near didn't.
L had told him to keep the skinny little redhead happy, but if he thought that Mello would be playing babysitter he had another thing coming. Matt would have to learn to be happy with what he was given. He already felt disdain at what he was carrying; a doggy bag from the canteen containing a range of pastries. He felt like the brat's wife or something, bringing him his lunch, but it was not to be helped. He was going to show L that having Near at the top was a huge mistake.
He reached his room and fumbled the key out of his trouser pocket. L was right when he had said the other students were afraid of him, and he rarely bothered locking the door. When he had first arrived at the school his dress sense had caused quite a stir. Many people had found him funny, but Mello had soon beaten that idea out of them.
His only valuable possession was his chocolate stash, and everyone in the school knew what happened to those who dared eat Mello's treasures. He guessed that from now on he would have to be more careful. Once again the thought hit him, that he would be stuck with the human for an entire month, but the thought fled his mind as he pushed the door open.
"For God's sake!" he shouted, "close the fucking curtains!"
He could hear Matt scurrying across the room, but kept his eyes shut. He always kept his curtains shut for the few days after the full moon, and the unexpected light had struck his sensitive retinas painfully. He stormed into the room, glad that the barrage of light had ceased and glared at the human angrily.
"Do you have any idea how fucking sore that is after the full moon?" he asked in a dangerous voice. He noticed the small flinch Matt made at his words.
"Didn't know I was a werewolf, huh?" he asked, amused. He knew the fear and revulsion that his species engendered in others, and had grown to relish it.
He sat down on the bed, tossing the bag of pastries at Matt, who had quickly reclaimed the armchair. He rubbed at the sides of his head, hoping that his headache would not progress to a migraine. He reached over and grabbed a bar out of the bedside table, unwrapping it hastily. His mother had always told him that chocolate would make a headache worse, but what had that stupid bitch ever been right about?
Matt was still sitting in the chair, plastic bag on his lap and those goofy goggles still covering his eyes.
"You better bloody eat those," Mello grumped, "after I went to all the trouble to get it for you."
He smirked as Matt hastily pulled the bag open and began devouring the sweet food inside. He liked it when people did as he told them to, and he really liked it when they were as frightened of him as Matt was. He had enjoyed the human's obvious discomfort at learning he was a werewolf, and wished he could have gotten a look at the dismay in his eyes.
Matt had almost finished his lunch, and had tucked into it like a man who didn't expect to ever see food again. Mello realised that he was bound to be thirsty and poked around in his discarded school bag, fishing out two diet cokes. He threw one at Matt, who caught it with a surprised expression, and opened his own. His taste in drinks had also been a source of amusement for his schoolmates, but Mello preferred the taste of diet drinks, and thought that the other students could all go to hell.
He glanced at Matt once more, wondering how much he knew. Mello guessed that it wasn't a lot. He probably hadn't even known that he was lying when told Mello his name was Matt. Did he know about his past? Who his parents were?
Mello decided to sound him out a little. After all, there wasn't much else to do.
"Where do you come from?" he asked Matt suddenly.
"Umm, I was born in Ireland, but I've been here in London since I was a little kid," Matt replied, seemingly unsettled by the question. "Wait… Is this still London?" the redhead asked hesitantly.
Mello scowled. "I'm asking the questions," he answered.
A look flitted across Matt's face, and though it could just have been shame at being reprimanded, it looked suspiciously like annoyance. Mello could no longer stand only getting to see half of the human's face. He crossed the room in several strides and ripped the goggles off of his face.
Matt gasped at his sudden movement, flinching back from the blonde a little. Mello held the goggles in his hand for a moment, then flung them into the corner. Matt finally opened his eyes once more, and Mello gasped as their gaze met for the first time.
The redhead had the most stunning, exquisite eyes. They were the deepest hue of emerald that Mello had never seen before, and they took his breath away. He realised that Matt had a kind of delicate beauty that he had not noticed before.
Something else caught his attention, and at last Mello reluctantly pulled his gaze from those startling, pretty eyes, breaking the spell he had been under. His surprise turned to anger as he beheld the pair of angry red fang marks that the boy wore under his ear.
"Shit!" Mello exclaimed vehemently.
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Sorry this chapter was a little short, I just wanted to get something new posted on this.
And thank you for the reviews!
I would really appreciate some more *hint hint* XD