A/N; Beta'd by VirtualDraconium, for which I thank her.

Here is chapter four of my vampire L story. I hope you all enjoy this enough to feel motivated to leave me a review! I love them. A piece of cyber cake to anyone who does!

Chapter 4

"There is only one way," Lucan said finally, as L and Wammy looked at him, "You would need to be given the blood of a vampire."

"I am not so eager to see an imp," Wammy said sighing, "and in doing so live forever at the age I am now."

"You would not have to live forever I assure you," Lucan laughed, "even the smallest drop would at least allow you the ability to see a whole manner of marvellous creatures."

"Any side-effects apart from this sight?" Wammy queried, he always wanted to know what he was getting into.

"The more of a vampires blood you consume, the more you are inclined to follow their instructions. The more you are bonded to them; it acts like a drug for humans," Lucan explained, "but one drop will have little to no effect."

At this Lucan pricked a finger with a tooth and held it over Wammy's cup of tea, looking at Wammy for confirmation.

"It will still work when combined with tea?" Wammy asked smiling.

"Yes, the blood is quite versatile and very resilient."

Wammy nodded, then watched as the smallest of drops fell into the cup. Wammy drank the tea, draining the cup. As he set the cup back down he felt the smallest of tingles pass through him.

He looked down at the mass of spilt cake that still adorned the wooden floor and smiled. Squee was still clutching onto the bottom of L's jeans, his face forlorn, and covered in cake.

"So you're the little thing that attacked the cake," Wammy said, leaning down to prod the imp slightly in the forehead, before patting it slightly. It looked at him curiously then chirruped happily. "You made a mess all over our floor."

There was a not so happy chirrup.

"Well it will be alright if you help me clean it up," Wammy said smiling; the imp nodded in acquiescence and followed Wammy to the kitchen.

"I think I'm beginning to see where you get your unflappability from," Lucan commented.

L laughed slightly at this, and began gathering up some of the fallen cake, Wammy may have gone for the cloths, but L knew from experience that he better help clear it up. Wammy was not his servant.

…

The next day was surreal for the new vampire, he was grateful there were no windows in the Investigation Room. Lucan had taken him outside briefly so he knew what to expect when out in the sunlight. It was as though someone had filled his mind with cotton wool, each step was difficult and for some reason his eyes ached. Lucan had quickly bundled him inside, and reassured him that with sunglasses L should be able to cope outside relatively well, and as with all things, it would get better with time.

Then Lucan had had to leave him as the Investigation Team arrived. The whole day had passed in a blur for L. It was just so difficult to continue the case as if he didn't already have all the answers, but somehow he managed it. It didn't help that he kept glancing at Light to see the number above his head.

By the end of the day he had managed to read enough of the fuzzy numerals to judge that Light had indeed been prolific in his use of the note. If the figure he had seen was accurate… well when decoded it showed that Light had already gained over 2,000 years of extra life. It seemed L's theorising over the figure the day before had been accurate.

He had to feed again that night, but this time it was easier; though he still felt deeply saddened by his actions. Then Lucan showed him how to shallow feed, how to befuddle the human mind so he could feed ever so slightly off of one person without killing them. In time he would not have to kill at all. This hope was like a candle in the dark.

It turned out L was extremely good at 'hypnotising' people, he and Lucan found that L could force a whole Nightclub of people, more than 600 people, to freeze completely for minutes at a time; L's sheer force of mind given physical form. Even Lucan had to admit it was quite impressive.

…

The second day passed much like the first, the only exception being that L began to put into place his plans to test the thirteen day rule. It had to be false, Light was still alive after all. Of course he needed more evidence to present to the cops than "I'm a vampire and the numbers above his head tell me so". He doubted that would stand with any police service.

L sighed as he reviewed the final versions of the emails he had to send, turning to grab a slice of delicious cake from the tray behind him; he'd had to cut down considerably on his intake, but at least he could still have his precious cake. He looked across at the other occupants of the room, blinking in surprise.

Matsuda was quite obviously attempting to not stare at Squee. The imp had decided to hang off the edge of table in front of Matsuda, swinging back and forth giggling madly; looking directly at the poor young man. It was quite evident that Matsuda could see the little imp. L smiled as Matsuda's gaze flickered to the imp momentarily, his eyebrows twitching in consternation his hands shaking.

L turned back to his computer and thought through this revelation; perhaps some sort of natural evolutionary defence mechanism L eventually decided. Of course that would imply that something far more dangerous than Squee was out there; but Lucan had already informed him that this was so. Perhaps Matsuda had simply been born with the natural ability to see such creatures, no wonder he had seemed distracted every now and again.

L had also been seeing a lot more unusual creatures or people as he explored the city with Lucan, and that was in the past two days. The amount of creatures Matsuda must have seen, and not to have been able to tell anybody… L began to wonder if there was anyway he could inform Matsuda of what he had become. Gain another assistant, or friend, it would be nice to have another person to talk to about this, and Matsuda was his age.

It was probably best to talk to Lucan about this though. L didn't want to commit a dangerous mistake just because he was new to this; it would be embarrassing; first though L had to decided whether he actually wanted to tell Matsuda.

...

The fourth of November was quite infuriating in it's lack of development; there were no new murders by Kira, so Light had not had chance to acquire the second Death Note that must be out there somewhere. He had a horrible feeling that Misa would be that source, but he had no way of having Misa tailed; not when everyone else had acquitted her. He sighed; he knew that there was the chance that Misa knew his name; perhaps that was how he was originally going to die.

Of course there was always the Shinigami Rem, she was quite the enigma. The way her eyes would flick to Light whenever she thought anyone wasn't watching. It was unnerving; it was almost as if she was waiting for him to give her instructions. Just what were the bonds between a Note user and Shinigami?

L felt the only course of action he had left, aside from simply draining Light of his blood; something he distinctly didn't want to do, if there was a part of Light that could be salvaged it was worth attempting. L had to test the thirteen day rule, he had to force Light to act; to put into action the plan Light had been devising for so long. Then L could act, he could show the others his information. Get Light convicted and prove he was Kira to the rest of the world. He knew this was quite simply for his own satisfaction, but he had never not completed a case.

He knew he hadn't confronted the one real flaw in this plan; whatever would he do if his plan succeeded? How did he plan on keeping Light imprisoned for over 2,000 years? Could he really cope with Light Yagami's company for that long? Then there was a small matter of all the supernatural supporters of Kira that were out there hiding across the world.

L watched impassively over the CCTV images, as Light went downstairs to meet Misa in the lobby. Her face was a picture of absolute happiness as she and Light embraced for quite some time. Light was certainly acting as though he was the attentive boyfriend overloaded with work. As he watched this L knew that he was missing something vitally important, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

That night the killings began again. The second Death Note had been found. L realised he must have missed Light telling Misa where to find the other Death Note.

…

If Light shouted at him one more time for accusing him of being Kira, L swore he was going to punch the teenager. Only, unlike last time, it was quite likely he would send the boy through the nearby wall and crashing into the one on the other side. What made it worse was L had only reminded Light that he had thought Light was Kira; which had been hard considering that L knew Light was Kira now.

The Shinigami Rem was not helping matters by being so cryptic in her answers that everyone apart from L was steadily becoming completely spun around by her responses. Trying to ask questions when everyone else was clamouring to know just why you were asking something was extremely difficult.

Only the continued antics of Squee towards Matsuda kept L from storming out of the room. It was childish he knew, but trying to work with so many people was beginning to annoy him. The day continued in such a manner, punctuated only by brief islands of happiness caused by cake. Oh and the sporadic, surreptitious feeding of sweets to Squee without anyone noticing was quite fun too.

Misa arrived to see Light. L spied on Light through the CCTV again and had to fight to not fall off the chair in shock at the appearance of the second shinigami. L had not expected to see the shinigami. This meant that Misa now had the second Death Note, there could be no doubt. It was time to put his plan into action, if he waited any longer Misa might remember his name, and then he would have an entirely uncontrollable situation on his hands.

He let the Shinigami plane of sight slide over his vision and looked at Misa. Her name was clearly visible, but not the line of numbers denoting her lifespan. She was indeed using the Death Note. L wasn't surprised; she had been using the Death Note after all, this would make her another Kira.

Now was the time to act.

"I do not believe all the rules in the Death Note are in fact true," L commented after Light had once more made himself comfortable back in the main room, picking up the Death Note between finger and thumb as he said this. Unfortunately this movement meant he did not see Rem twitch.

"What do you mean Ryuuzaki?" Light asked harshly.

"I do not believe that the thirteen day rule is accurate," L replied, glancing at Light, "I intend to test it."

"You can't possibly be meaning to test the note," Light said.

"I have arranged for a criminal on death row to use the Note on another death row criminal at the precise time their sentence was scheduled to take place," L said coolly, "If the criminal who uses the note survives, his sentence will be reduced."

"You can't be serious," Light gasped, "that would mean you still suspect Misa and myself!"

"That is correct," L replied. There were gasps from the police who had previously been watching this argument in silence.

"Then test the rule," Light sighed, suddenly calming, "it will show you that we are innocent."

L nodded at Light, as if in thanks, before turning to his computer. Meanwhile a distraught Shinigami left the room, and turned to her Death Note, raising her pen; never wondering just why she couldn't see the numbers above L's head as clearly today.

"Watari," L said calmly, "could you please connect me to the Police Commissioner."

There was no reply.

"Watari," L repeated, his eyes widening; surely the plan could not have been enacted so soon, why take out Watari before him… How could they have taken out Wammy?

"Watari," L said once more, then his head turned as he realised Squee was chirping madly at him and his brain was assaulted by the image of the shinigami Rem; the image repeating over and over.

"The shinigami," L gasped, his horror at the loss of the person closest to him enough to make him tip sideways off the chair towards the floor. He realised his name must have been written down as well; this was how Light had planned to kill him, with the Shinigami.

He twitched in shock as he realised Light had caught him, feeling deeply sick as he saw the look on Light's face. It shifted between grief and exultation. L knew it was only a matter of minutes before his secret came out to everyone present.

Then he heard Lucan's voice resounding through his head and he twisted in Light's arms in shock; it seemed there was yet more he did not know.

L, do you still want the chance to confront Light? The chance to find out if there is anyway of saving him from himself? There was an extremely despondent tone behind Lucan's words.

Yes, L thought.

Then sleep, Lucan commanded forcefully.

L went limp in Light's arms as Lucan's command forced him into unconsciousness.