A/N: Dedicated to MissPumpkinHead for being the ONLY one who reviewed chapter 2 and 3. She is kind of awesome. So thank you :) . But seriously people, I can see how many of you have this on alert/fav. Leave a review and make my day, please? This is the first time that I don't feel like shit about a fanfic, so I'd really like some opinions...

-x-x-Room of Angels-x-x-

Ira furor brevis est
(Wrath is but a brief madness)

Light woke up in another room. It was completely dark once again, and he wondered if he'd been out all day. His neck stung slightly where he'd been… what'd happened? He'd been talking to that doll… then he was talking to Mello… and then something had attacked him from behind and forced something into his throat. And he'd blacked out. And now he was… somewhere else. Not knowing where he was wasn't news to him, though, and he tried to sit up when he discovered that he was lying on the floor— again. He was beginning to see a pattern…

"Ah, Light, at last."

Light turned his head and was rewarded for his stupidity by a sharp pain where something had rendered him unconscious. He recognized the voice; it belonged to... what was the name? L?

"... L?"

"Yes. Good evening. You have been asleep for quite some time. Perhaps you are hungry?"

Some light-switch was hit at that moment, and the room was bathed in the light of an old lamp. It gave everything an eerie yellow glow. L was sitting on a chair next to Light with his knees drawn up to his chest and his thumb at his bottom lip. "I have some cake that I would not mind sharing. Would you like some?" he asked, and Light nodded, because he was, in all honesty, growing rather hungry. And if L would eat it, then there was probably nothing wrong with it, he reasoned. He accepted the plate and spoon that were handed to him. Since he couldn't see any other chairs in the room than the occupied one, he settled on sitting on the floor.

"I can understand that Light has met the others?"

"Only some of them. What's with that thing— Near? I mean, are talking dolls a normal occurrence here or something?"

L let out a humourless chuckle. "No. It is not. I can understand your confusion, though I do not see the problem myself."

Although Misa had told him that L didn't like to talk about Beyond, Light was determined to find out who this person was, and if he should be afraid. "Who's Beyond?" he asked. L looked away.

"Beyond... used to live here as well. True, he visits at times, but he does spend a lot of time elsewhere."

This wasn't helping. Light didn't care about how often Beyond was there, he just wanted to know if he'd set Light on fire or something. He shivered and asked "look, can you just explain something to me?"

"What would you like me to explain?"

"Anything! I don't know where I am, where my family is, how I got here, I don't know anything! I mean, is this really just some sick dream?" He put down the plate on the floor as he spoke, but clung to the spoon as if it was a weapon. He knew how silly he probably looked, but he was getting desperate. He needed to get out of there before he went insane. Or before Beyond showed up and hurt someone. Someone being Light.

"I suppose you have no damn answer as to what happened earlier?" Light was, of course, referring to when something had been forced into his poor throat and had made him unconscious. Quite foolishly, he had assumed that L knew what he was talking about.

"Could you be more specific?" was the answer he got.

Light sighed. "I was talking to Mello," he said, "and then suddenly I felt something sharp in my throat, like something bit me, and the next thing I know, I'm in here. On the floor. Again."

"I know nothing about that. I merely found you on the floor and carried you in here."

"... You don't really know a lot of things, do you?"

L seemed insulted by this, and frowned. "I know many things, Light. But I cannot tell you anything of importance."

"Why not?!" Light was getting desperate. His eyes were unfocused and he could only focus on getting out of there. He didn't know where in the world he was... he hoped he was still in Japan somewhere.

"Because we all have different opinions about where we are and why we are here."

"But Near said that you knew?"

"I do know."

"Well?"

"... Well what?"

"Tell me, damn it!" Light had never been this annoyed. He needed to get out, he needed to know where he was, why he was there, where everyone else was, and he felt so helpless! He'd never been this much out of control. He was used to being the one with all the answers, and now he had to depend on these freaks if he wanted to know anything.

"But did I not just explain to you that I cannot?"

Light screamed. For at least ten seconds he screamed all his frustration out in an animalistic way that made his throat sore after only a moment. Afterwards, he jumped to his feet, and he didn't bother to look at L as he stormed out of the room. He had to get out!

He reached the front door after making his way through a labyrinth of stairs and hallways. It was a huge door and there was no doubt in his mind that this was it.

He was getting closer... closer still... he reached out for it and the doorknob was almost there, just a few more inches and then he was free—

The door was locked. Of course it was locked, it was in the middle of the night, he remembered, having seen a few windows on his way there; black. He needed a key... L...

-

He burst back into the small room only moments later, expecting to see that strange man there, still sitting in that chair with a piece of cake. But there was no one. The chair stood empty in the middle of the room, being the only piece of furniture.

Light almost gave up. He fell to his knees, knowing that he wouldn't— couldn't— find L until L wanted to be found. He considered trying to find someone else, but he doubted that anyone except L and Beyond (whoever he was) would have a key, or even a method of getting out...

But what had Mello said?

"He set me on fire because I tried to escape. Fair punishment…"

Beyond.

Yes, trying to get out could be extremely dangerous, but Light refused to give up. After all, Beyond didn't even seem to be there and L had said that he was rarely in the house at all. But still, he should at least wait until dawn to go insane and demand that someone explained everything to him. If he went to his room, perhaps Mikami would be there...

He had no idea what to do.

For the first time in his life, Light Yagami was completely helpless.

He went to his room, only to discover that he was all alone. He curled himself up on the small bed, not caring about where the others were, and fell asleep while promising himself that he'd get out as soon as he woke up.

.øØø.

Teru Mikami was looking into the mirror in front of him as if it could tell him something. And to him it could.

If anyone else looked at that mirror, they'd see their reflection. They wouldn't think much of it, because they knew that that was what was to be expected of mirrors. But Teru saw something very different from himself in the mirror. He'd thought about how to phrase that for some time, but it always ended up sounding like he was crazy. It was hard to explain. It wasn't the normal feeling, the one anyone can get, where you feel like you're not looking at yourself but at a stranger.

Well, Teru did actually see a stranger in the mirror, and not himself.

He knew exactly how he looked; tall, slim, always dressed neatly, hair looking perfect, glasses framing his dark eyes... the person in the mirror did not look like this.

He knew who it was, of course; Beyond was in his dreams sometimes, along with Misa, L, Near, Mello and Matt. But recently, he'd started seeing Beyond's reflection in the mirror whenever he let his eyes relax for a few seconds. He didn't know why, but he figured that it had something to do with the dreams.

Teru squinted, trying to get a closer look at Beyond, who seemed to be copying his every move in the mirror. This had happened once before— when Misa had arrived.

And then, all of a sudden, Teru felt like the biggest idiot on the planet. He should have known this all along. If it had happened before, this could only mean that there was a new person in the house...

A smile crept onto his face.

.øØø.

Something tickled. And Light found it pretty annoying. He lifted his hand to his face where something was clearly determined to wake him up, but found that his hand met... someone's face.

His eyes shot open.

"L?! What're you doing here?!" While he yelled, he removed his hand from L's face in order from him to be able to respond to Light's question. Immediately, his hands were pinned over his head by L's own hands, and he shrieked in surprise. What was going on?

"Light made me a little... thirsty earlier. And then he woke up before I could finish..."

"What? What do you mean?! Let go! I mean it, you sick bastard, let go of me!"

And then he recognized the feeling from earlier. Something sharp sank into his throat. No, not something.

L's teeth...

'What's going on?' was Light's last coherent thought before he fell back into oblivion.

-x-x-Room of Angels-x-x-

Ira furor brevis est
(Wrath is but a brief madness)

-End of Chapter Four-

A/N: So… is L a vampire? Is Mikami going to show up and explain some stuff, and does he have some special contact with Beyond? Will Light get out or at least get some answers? Well, by now I think it's obvious that this is one of those stories where it'll end with the explanation. And… well, I'm not planning on ending it anytime soon. SO YOU'LL JUST HAVE TO WAIT, HAHAHA :D