Chapter 1

3rd POV

A blonde haired girl with scars all over her body and one on over her eye sat in her silver car with tinted windows. Her fingers were tapping against the steering wheel to the music that was blasting from the stereo. She looked out the passenger window and saw her target coming out of the building so she turned off the stereo and grabbed a silenced gun as well as a knife.

He was a black haired male with a handsome faced dressed in business clothes. The girl had been tracking him for days now; she knew he was being suspected recently for raping young woman by flirting with them in bars then putting a drug in their drink so that he could have complete control over them. She had researched the drug and found it had a side effect of memory loss of the past forty-eight hours so the girls would forget who raped them just that they know someone did.

And now, was the moment of the truth, it was nighttime and he had just walked out a restaurant, the woman he walked in with before was now sluggishly moving, the man from before was now grabbing her by the shoulders urgently, trying to shove her into his black car while the girl grabbed onto the sides of the open door, pushing panicky pushing against the man, trying all she can to keep from getting into that car, for she knew what was happening.

The blonde woman jumped out of her car, now hearing the woman crying out. "Let m-me g-go, please! I w-won't t-tell anyone, I-I promise," she slurred due to the drug.

"Shut up sweetheart, it won't be painful as long as you don't struggle," he grunted, trying harder to shove her into the car, but she still pushed just as hard back, her knuckles white from gripping the sides of the open door.

"Let her go," the scarred girl growled in an eerie voice, now suddenly behind the black haired man with a red wig on her head.

The man looked behind him in fear but then he saw the feminine body accompanied with the A-line cut red wig. The man just simply laughed, not able to see the deathly cold eyes for the shadows of the night covered her face. "Oh really now, what exactly are you going to do, woman," he mocked, throwing his head back in a bark of laughter.

"More than you know, sweetheart," she answered back in wickedly calm voice that made the man shudder. The woman walked out of shadows, revealing her face with the scar, and the emotionless mask she held on her face. She was dressed in a crimson red tank top lined with lace, over that had a black leather jacket on that stopped at her mid-forearm, with ripped skinny jeans, black leather gloves, and finally black sneakers. The man's eye widen in fear when he took in the gun that was held at her hip with a brown leather belt, and the knife in her hand.

He instantly stepped away from the drugged girl causing her to fall to the ground with shaky knees while tears spouted from her eyes. Putting his hands up in surrender, he started to beg, "Please don't kill me, I swear I'll stop, just let me go, I'll do anything. Money? You want money? I have tons of it, I'm rich after all!" The man was smarter than the rest, whenever the blonde had taken down the criminals they always mocked her, but this man could see he was in danger.

"Begging will do no good, I know men like you, and you will never stop doing what you do till you fill your need, but your need is like food, you have to keep eating to fill your hunger, but then your need just keeps coming back till the day you die." She gripped the knife hard and before the man could say anything she speedily slit his throat, causing him to die instantly and fall to the ground. The blonde disguised as a red head quickly ran over to the girl, pulling out two small tube containers with liquid inside, one was colored milky white while the other was a golden color. "Hey there, you alright," the blonde asked the girl with a soft voice.

"I-I think s-so, thank-k you," she stuttered, partly from the drug still in her system and partly from the experience.

"Okay, now I'm going to ask you a very important question, listen closely, the man drugged you with this drug whose side effect is memory loss of the last forty-eight hours. Here in my hand to two different medicines, one while take away the effect of the drug and you will remember this whole experience, while the other will let the memory loss side effect take its toll but it will stop the other side effects like fever, vomiting, and other bad stuff. It's up to you whether you want to remember this or not, but I will warn you, if you decide to keep your memory you will be traumatized in one way or another, but you get rid of the memory you will feel lost and you will keep searching for what you had missed those past two days," she explained.

The drugged girl instantly replied, "I want to remember, I want to remember you, and your heroism. That vigilante's are good people, not the kind of people the cops flaunt them around as." The disguised girl nodded, her stoic mask coming back onto her face as she handed the woman the golden liquid, telling her to drink it all up and them immediately go home and sleep.

The disguised woman then left in her silver car, the music blasting once again while she sped on the road, slipping her wig off and throwing it onto the passenger seat. The woman's name was Evelyn Michaels, and she was always alone.

Evelyn POV

A gasp escaped my mouth as I sat straight up in the bed, waking up from a dreadful dream, only to fall back down from the pain of getting up too fast. I glanced around at my surroundings, and remembered I was in an unfinished room of a motel; the only thing done was the flooring and the bed frame with mattress.

I sat up slowly, running a gloved hair through my long hair. Everything that happened last night came rushing back to me and I remembered I had a lot of things to do get done; I always did when I finished a job.

Pushing myself off the bed, I lazily walked my way to the bathroom that only had a mirror and a sink in it, the tub and shower not yet put in. I looked at my reflection, my hair was messy, my clothes crimpled because I was too lazy to change into pajamas, and I have small dots of blood splatter on my face from the killing of the man last night. I turned on the faucet, cupping water and rubbing it on my face, washing off the blood, and my makeup.

I grabbed a brush and ran it through my hair, then quickly brushed my teeth, and finally put on eyeliner and a bit of mascara, once done I put those things away and went over to the dark green suitcase I roll around and grabbed a crimson red tank top with a realistic gray skull on it, black leggings, black sneakers, and pulled on my regular black leather jacket over my tank top. I pulled my fuzzy pink blanket with clouds on it off the mattress as well my plush cow stuff animal, and put it in my suitcase. I grabbed the knife hidden underneath my pillow and put it into my pocket.

Looking outside, I checked to see if anyone was nearby, once I saw the coast was clear I left out the room, dragging the suitcase behind me. I opened the back seat car door, shoving my suit case inside before getting into the driver's seat and driving off.

I sped down the road, my music blasting once more, until I found a high school, and pulled off there; it was the perfect spot to find my next target and since I was still at high school age, nobody will think twice of me sitting there. I grabbed my brown leather satchel that held a laptop, a water bottle, a bag of chips for a snack, and a knife just in case. Leaving my car, I found a bench and started searching.

Time passed quickly, and still hadn't found a next target but then, I found the perfect person. It was a man with black hair and scary red eyes, but something was off about him, then I caught onto the keywords 'Beyond Birthday.' My eyes squinted slightly, as I tried to search more about him, but suddenly a loud noise went off, making me jump. It was the school bell, school was now over. I sighed and put my laptop away.

While putting my laptop away I felt a burning in my neck like someone was watching me, without making any sudden movements, I peeked out from the corner of my eye to catch a male with brown hair staring at me, holding a black notebook in his hand that had words on the cover but I couldn't see what they said from this faraway.

Straightening up, and strutting off, I started to walk to anywhere that wasn't here, for I had a feeling deep down in my gut that I shouldn't let this man know what my car looked like, in fact, I had a feeling I should keep everything about me from him.

To be continued…

A/N: Hey guys, I don't own Death Note. Oh and I tried to make this chapter slower but I think I failed… Anyways, I hope I'm still doing better, and I hope that this chapter isn't sort like my old ones which I don't think it is… Anywho, thank you to those who have reviewed and favorited/followed!

To Anonguest: Yay thank you! I hope that this one is just as good, but I don't think it is… if it's not then I'm sorry and will try to make it better next time! Thank you very much by the way!

To Pattypop: Don't worry, it will still be and L/Eve story!