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The screeching of sirens woke Izaya from his slumber. His head throbbed in pain. What happened? He was being chased by Shizuo and then he got into a fight with those teens. Did they catch him? Izaya groaned and opened his eyes. He was lying on the floor facing a familiar sofa. He'd gotten home then. He put a hand to his head, dried blood flaking off under his fingers. Izaya propped himself up with his spare hand.

"ahh, crap." Izaya hissed in pain and pulled his hand back up. He cradled it to his chest and stared at the piece of glass imbedded in his palm. The memories of last night came back in a sudden flash of blue.

He had come home planning to fix his injures when his windows had imploded. He'd found a…thing…there was a blue light and he passed out. Izaya got to his feet and pulled the shard of glass out. He turned and faced the windows.

"What the…" Izaya trailed off. The glass was back in place. Had he dreamed it? The pain in his had told him no. Izaya walked up to his windows and looked down at all his humans. What he saw had him stepping backwards in a daze. His back hit the desk behind him. He put a bloodied hand down to stop himself from falling again.

The city outside looked like a war zone. Building looked as if they had been bombed. The streets once filled with people were now covered in rubble that had broken off of buildings. Izaya wondered if it was the same thing that had caused his windows to implode. He touched the glass to see if it was actually there. The blood from his cut smudged onto the glass. He brought his hand away and looked down at the dirt that covered it. The window wasn't just smudged with Izaya's blood but it was dirty as if it hadn't been cleaned in years. Izaya needed to wash his hand otherwise an infection could occur.

Izaya turned away from the carnage and walked over to the kitchen. The medical box was still on the counter but it was now covered in a layer of dust, just like everything else in his apartment.

What the hell is going on? Izaya turned on the tap.

He waited but no water came out. Not ever a drip. Izaya frowned in confusion and crossed the kitchen to open the fridge. He pulled the handle and regretted it instantly. He dry retched and slammed the door shut again. He turned away and tried to forget the stench of rotted food.

"Disgusting.." Izaya walked towards his bedroom. He passed the rubbing alcohol and cotton wool on the way. He picked up the alcohol but left the wool where it was. It was no longer white but a grey colour. Half the rubbing alcohol had disappeared. Izaya didn't see a wet spot on his floor and there was no way it could have evaporated overnight. But then again…there was no way that his windows should have been fixed, or the layer of dust or the world falling apart outside.

Izaya entered his bedroom and looked around hesitantly. Dust filled this room too. It was as if nobody had stepped foot in the apartment for years.

Izaya opened the draws next to his bed and pulled out another medical box. He had them hidden all over his house. Izaya took out a sealed pack of bandages, a pair of sterilised scissors and sealed cotton pads. He ripped open the cotton pads and pulled the lid of the rubbing alcohol off with his teeth. He removed the cotton pad from the wrapping and covered it in the clean smelling liquid. He bit his lip and started to clean away the blood from his hand. He hissed as it seeped into his cut and purged the dirt away, stinging as it did.

Once he had cleaned and bandaged the wound he started to get changed out of his dirty clothes. He had to check his clothes thoroughly as some of his tops had small hole in them. Like moths had eaten away at his clothes.

Izaya didn't like whatever this was. He didn't like it because he didn't know what was happening. He wasn't in control and Izaya was always in control.

He picked up the phone next to his bed. No dial tone. He was growing more and more annoyed with the situation. He ripped open the bottom draw of his bed and pulled out lone of the many phones hidden under a mountain of socks. He pressed the button down hard and waited for the phone to start up.

It did. He smirked. He pawned through the phonebook and pressed down on Shinra's number. He raised it to his ear and waited.

"The number you have dialled has not been recognised. Please check the number and try again. The number-" The automated voiced intoned. Izaya hung up and typed in the number by hand. He got the same response again.

Izaya sighed and tried a different number. Namie this time. "The number you have-" He tried a different number and another and another and another. Every time was the same. Izaya threw the phone at all wall and marched over to his wardrobe. He pulled out a fur trimmed coat, it smelled a little musty but he didn't care. He checked the pockets for spare knifes and smiled when he found that they were all there.

Izaya took another cell phone just in case and pocketed it. He also shoved a wad of cash into his pocket. He walked with purpose out of his bedroom, into the hall and through the living room. His coat from the night before was no longer where he had left it but his blood was still on the light switch. It was no longer the vivid red it had been hours before but a dark brown. It didn't even look like blood, more like dried paint.

Izaya didn't dwell on it; he opened his door and was greeted with police tape. It cordoned off his door. Izaya smirked and ripped it down. Whoever had decided to prank him had thought about it thoroughly because what else could this be but an elaborate joke?

Izaya walked out his apartment and pressed the elevator button. The lift made a jarring noise and Izaya thought it better to walk down the stairs than get into something that sounded as if it would fall at any second.

He made quick work of the stairs, taking them two at a time. He didn't want to stay on the stairway any longer than he had too. He noticed bullet holes in the walls in places, some of the banister was broken in places along with dirty footprints and what Izaya was hoping was red paint.

The raven haired man through himself down the last of the stairs and opened the door into the foyer. It was normally manned by a receptionist and two doormen….they were nowhere to be seen. The space was dirty and run down. Last time he checked he lived it one of the most expensive apartment buildings in the world. Now it looked more like a drug lobby and Izaya had seen a lot of those in his business.

There was one person in the foyer. A person all in black sat on top of the receptionist's desk with their hand tightly wrapped around their wrist. Izaya could see the blood seeping through the figures fingers. A head whipped up as the door to the stairs closed. Their eyes met.

The figure jumped down and pulled out a blade. Izaya followed suit.

"Where did you come from?" The figure demanded. Their hands shook and pulled trickled onto the floor from the open wound.

"I should be asking you the same thing. I know everyone that lives in this building yet I've never seen you before." Izaya counted.

The boy, a high schooler, scoffed. "Nobody lives in these apartments anymore." Izaya frowned. The boy lowered his blade and cursed. He put it on the desk and placed his hand over his wound again.

"What happened to your wrist?" Izaya asked.

" I was careless. I thought that because it was light outside I'd be safe. I was wrong." Izaya started to make his way over. The boy wasn't a threat, well, he might be a threat to a normal person but Izaya wasn't normal. "Stay where you are!" The boy gasped and raised his blade again. His slick fingers losing their grip instantly.

"It's alright I just want to get a look your wrist. I have bandages. Ne?" Izaya took out his spare set that he had planned to use on himself. The boy bit his lip and nodded. Izaya took the boys wrist and pried the hand away. The boy whimpered in pain and Izaya narrowed his eyes. "So, are you going to tell me what happened?" Izaya asked as he inspected the wound.

"I was bitten."

Izaya looked down and frowned. "I can see that. It must have been a pretty big dog. You'll need a rabbis shot to be safe."

"I wasn't bit by a dog. I was bit by a vampire." The boy said.

Izaya laughed out loud. "A vampire? Are you joking? Tokyo may hold a lot of strange thins but vampires." Izaya chucked. "I haven't heard any rumours about them and believe me I'd be the first to know."

The boy pulled his wrist away and glared at Izaya with suspicion. "Where the hell have you been for the past ten years? Vampires rule this town." The boy jumped away from Izaya and raised the knife again. "You're one of them, aren't you!? You're with them. Hunting me!" He screamed. The boy ran at Izaya in a fit of desperation.

Izaya dodged easily and pulled his blade back out to counter the one that came slashing at his face. The boys eyes were crazed. Izaya was shocked at this sudden change. He kicked out and sent the boy sprawling to the floor. His head hit the desk as he went down and with a sickening crack the boy was knocked out…or possibly dead.

Ten years? The vampires had ruled for ten years? The boy must be on some kind of drug. Izaya leant down and pulled up his shirt to revel tiny holes dotting the inside of his arm.

Izaya made a noise of disgust and stood up. He left the boy in the worn down lobby and pulled his hood up.

He was going to find out what was going on. Izaya smirked. This'll be fun.

Dun dun duuuuuuuhhhhh. Vampires. Yes, I went there. Vampire, time travel and Izaya. Three of my favourite things. :3