Hello my fellow readers! So sorry it took me so long to update but I have been busy with life. This being said, I am once again reminding you all not to expect updates very frequently. I still need to work on another fan fiction that I have been neglecting. Anyway, here is the next chapter and as you can see from the sub-chapters' titles I was influenced by the Sweeney Todd trailer. Reviews/constructive criticism are always appreciated and enjoy. EDIT: okay the fact that this thing refuses to save my italics and bold italic title is really annoying me so I took the liberty of editing it in word. Hopefully this works. Not that anyone cares about my ocdness .
Chapter Seven: Vengeance
Never Forget
"Kira, no matter what, I will find you and do away with you. I am Justice!"
Aramis plunged into L's throat, blood spilling out onto the floor. His nails dug deep into Aramis' pale, marble skin as she bit into him harder. It seemed at any moment his neck would snap leaving him as a corpse. But it didn't, and instead the warm, sticky liquid of blood began to drip down his throat tracing its way to his chest. The young detective gasped for breath while at the same time screaming in agonizing pain as all hope began to fade away. His sole mission to find Kira and bring him to justice was now nothing but a lost cause...
It was no longer a lost cause however. L once again sat on the floor, in a dark room with a computer just in front of his feet. His eyes intensely focused on the information before him. After leaving Aramis at the Wammy House, L sought a way to catch up with the Kira Case. His life would feel incomplete otherwise. Not being able to complete one case was simply not an option for L. That had been his entire life: solving murders and bringing those to justice. If he were to let this one case pass by him it would mean that he had failed at everything he had been doing his entire life. His life would have been a waste.
The computer screen's light continued to illuminate the abyssal room. The setting comforted L as it reminded him of his life as a human. Until this case was over he was allowed to be content with his surroundings. However, the detective acknowledged that this would be his very last completed case. After all, he had a successor already and it was too late for him to take his old title back. Not to mention, it would be too risky for him to become a regular private eye. His gift in both intelligence and smell would cause suspicion especially since his successor, being either Near or Mello, knew him enough to identify his style of solving cases. His method of solving cases was another issue: he disliked the idea of working with others and coming face to face with his clients and suspects. Knowing L's arrogance he most likely would not be interested in taking lower cases either. No, finishing this one case was enough for him. At least, he hoped by the end of it all it would be enough for him.
A name, Mikami Teru, along with a photo ID and profile appeared on the screen. So, this was who they suspected as another Kira. If the suspicion were correct, that would mean that Mikami Teru possessed another Death Note. However, there was also this Takada Kiyomi. It was even more suspicious that a former CIA agent was one of Kiyomi's body guards. She was clearly a member of the new L's investigation team. L wondered how Light was handling all of this as well as how much information he actually knew. More importantly, what was Light planning now?
The best thing to do now was for L to send whoever was currently investigating the case all the information he had gathered during his own investigation. The only problem was his files were most likely either destroyed or in the hands of Light now. He would have to write it all over again from memory. If he could even recall all those memories. For all he knew, he could have forgotten many things about his human life once he was transformed though this seemed unlikely.
Before he could send the information, L needed to solve the last piece of the puzzle. The rule that stated if a person does not kill within thirteen days of the last entry, he or she will die. This was the only rule standing in his way. If L could figure out how Light was able to maneuver around that rule, the case would be solved in his eyes. It was a shame that L did not possess a Death Note in order to test this rule. For now, however, he would have to assume that the thirteen day rule was true.
If Kira was able to control the time of death during the time which criminals were dying every hour on the hour then perhaps Light had used the same method in order to out maneuver the thirteen day rule. If this was true, then that would mean Light wrote criminal's names beforehand but still left a thirteen day time gap in between the time he was confined to the time when criminals started dying again. But L could not recall any names written in the notebook that would fit that hypothesis. Plus, there was still the issue of Misa and how she was confined longer than Light yet she survived as well. Light definitely did not suspect Misa to be captured and he highly doubted Misa would be smart enough to think that far in advanced. The only way to capture them both was if the thirteen day rule was a fake and the only way to test this was to obtain a Death Note.
That was when the idea hatched into his mind. If no one could avoid being killed by using the Death Note, perhaps the Death Note was capable of killing beings that would arguably be considered dead. Was it possible that a Death Note could kill a vampire? Was the Death Note the answer to all his problems?
In a heartbeat, L was sending the information he had obtained to the new investigator. He then searched the internet for a hotel room in Japan. One that was preferably close to the investigation quarters of the Kira Case that Light was leading. All he had to do was assist either Mello or Near in any way he could and wait for them to obtain the Death Note from Light. Then once when he had the Death Note in his possession, he would write his own name down. Hopefully, this plan would work.
L arrived at the Teito Hotel sometime around twelve o'clock in the morning. It was strange being in the very same hotel he was in when he first arrived in Japan to solve the Kira Case. This time however, he was not only trying once again to bring Kira to justice but also attempting to find a way to destroy vampires in a less painful manner than tearing them limb from limb. This was his last chance to be free of this world and, for once, he hoped to God it worked.
Never Forgive
Eyes widening in disbelief, Light stared helplessly across from him. His heart was failing and he was surely going to die. This was fact. He had lost. It was hard for him to believe but he had lost. To be completely honest, he no longer cared. He just did not want to die. The warm blood from the gun shot wounds began to spread across his body. As his heart continued to tighten, he could not help but to stare in front of him.
It had to be a hallucination. There was no way this person could be standing a mere twenty feet in front of him. He had died some years ago. Was it a ghost perhaps? The figure did not appear to be transparent in anyway. Perhaps it was the lighting of the building. After all it was very dark, completely understandable. Or was it so dark because his own vision was becoming hazy? Too tired to think any longer, his heart soon coming to a complete stop, Light began to close his eyes. The last thoughts he had before he died: He can't be real. How is this possible? That cannot be him.
But it was. L, Light's sworn enemy since the day he chose to assume the role of Kira, was standing just a few feet away from him. The detective stared at the pathetic murderer as his heart began to fail.
I told you I would win, Kira.
But had he really won? Although Light was now dying and L was still walking the earth, was this still a victory? It did not feel like a victory for L. Despite the fact he had unofficially solved the case and assisted Near anonymously, L still could not help but to feel a sense of jealousy. Light, a murderer, was allowed to die when he was not. Kira was still able to have something that L longed for. Light did not understand how lucky he was. Being allowed to die and rest peacefully for the rest of eternity while L was forced to walk the Earth until who knew how long. Why was he allowed to be at rest, Light a criminal, no a murderer, while others like L were forced to stay on Earth and watch all of their loved ones die. Why were innocent people forced to live eternity alone unless they wished to have others suffer the same fate as their own? What L could not comprehend was why were those that saw killing as a sin were forced to kill others. After all, it was not as if a vampire had a choice of being turned or not. Yet in the end, Light had still won. Light was able to achieve something L could not. So enjoy it, Kira. Enjoy death because there are far worse things than death. Death is only the beginning.
It was then that a dark side began to take its toll. The side that L had often tried to suppress in his mind. This was the vampire side of L, the side that told him to kill the innocent woman who L had found in an alley just a few years before. Whether it was instinct or simply pure evil L was unsure. The evil was now feeding off of L's wish for revenge.
Have you truly achieved revenge L?
Light had been caught but was that enough? After all as L was questioning just moments ago it appeared that Light had received the "easy" way out. So perhaps there was something more he could do. Something that would quench his thirst of revenge both figuratively and literally...
The smell of Light's blood began to overwhelm L's nostrils. That was when the evil thought struck his mind: the idea of sucking Light dry. The ultimate revenge. It was a horrifying deed, one that was pure evil. Only vampires with no compassion for humans would think of something so vile. It would go against L's morals, what he had been fighting to preserve this entire time. All of his dignity would be gone. Then again, it was Light's fault that he had been turned in the first place. If Light had not attempted to kill him, L would have never been taken by Aramis. So why should he not suck out all of Light's blood? Why should he not put all his force down upon him, crushing every dead bone in his body?
Because he would not stoop so low as to suck a murderer dry let alone leave a body massacred. He would not allow such foul blood to come into his mouth. L would not become a Kira.
Before he could change his mind any more, L departed the building and made his way towards the warehouse where Near was still located. There was no telling how much time he had left before he could steal the Death Note from them. This was a moment of truth: just how powerful was the Death Note?
L opened the door to the warehouse. The only sound that could be heard was that of the fans circulating in the darkness. Clunk... Clunk... Clunk. L felt a group of eyes staring in his direction. To his surprise, none of them seemed to be able to recognize him due to his transformation. Whether it was because none of them wanted to believe it or they truly could not imagine this beautiful creature standing before them was once the world famous detective was uncertain. Perhaps they did know it was him but chose not to question it. After all, L was highly intelligent therefore it was not hard to come up with the conclusion that he had purposely faked his death to solve the case.
"Give me the Death Note," L said coolly. Clunk.
"Who are you?" Near asked, crouched down on the floor, holding the Death Note in his hands. L was not certain if Near was bluffing and knew perfectly well who he was or if Near was being sincere. Clunk.
"Allow me to use the Death Note," L said again. Clunk.
"Are you crazy? Like we would allow anyone to use this notebook again!" Aizawa shouted.Clunk.
"I wish to use it on myself. Do not make me take it from you. I do not wish anyone harm."Clunk.
Before anyone could answer L's request, he was already running towards them. With a swift motion of his hand, he grabbed the Death Note from Near. He could hear that a few gunshots were fired however they had no effect on him. Without looking back, L proceeded out of the warehouse, leaving the investigation groups in confusion and utter silence. The only sound that was made was that of the fans.Clunk...Clunk...Clunk...
Hands shaking slightly, L pressed a pen against the Death Note. In yet another secluded warehouse he crouched down as light seeped through the broken windows and entrances. Boxes of abandon cargo towered over the forever young detective. Slowly, he began to write across the cursed white pages of the Death Note.
L Lawliet.
Almost immediately afterwards, L opened his cell phone to view the time. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10...
Just a few more seconds and his life could possibly end.
11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20
This should have happened years ago.
21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30
Ten more seconds, could this possibly take any longer?
31, 32, 33
He no longer had any regrets. He would be content with his life.
34, 35, 36
He hoped to God that this would work.
37, 38, 39
Please let the suffering go away! Let this work!
40.
L had shut his eyes on 40. He waited, waited for something to happen. He knew his heart would not stop, since it had stopped long ago, so perhaps he would just disappear into nothingness. Perhaps when he opened his eyes, he would be completely surrounded in darkness. Or it was possible that he would see Watari standing before him. Who knows, perhaps this was all a dream. Perhaps...
Terrified, L slowly opened his eyes. To his dismay, the warehouse looked no different than it had before he shut his eyes. It did not work. The Death Note had failed.
But L was in denial. Perhaps he needed to write the specifics down since he was indeed a vampire. He furiously scribbled his name again along with a quick scenario. But nothing happened. He tried again, and again, and again. Each time he wrote down his name, no matter how much he altered it, the result was the same. Nothing. Silence.
Clunk...Clunk...Clunk...
Frustrated, L began to tear out pages in the Death Note using all his strength. Within moments, the Death Note had been completely destroyed. But he was not satisfied. Out of anger, out of sadness, he screamed at the top of his lungs. He cried without any tears. This is the fate of L. There is no easy way out for him.
