Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note as you all already know.
Yeeahhh, sorry, but on the last chappie the date may have been wrong. I meant to put june sixth, not 5th, but sixth. Soooooooooo sorry!
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And this is an AU for those of u who don't know! Pwease no flames, insults about my mother or mentally flipping me off, because I really don't feel like sending the mystical fagfairy of u-tube after you. In otherwards R&R but pwease don't flame me!
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Can't be too careful now can on?
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On to the story now!
Winchester, England June 6, 1671
Mello raced up the stairs and headed straight for his room. The screams had ceased only a moment after they began. The screams were bloodcurdling, but the silence was even worse, somehow. Mello tried not to think about what the silence meant, but he couldn't keep himself from remembering when he was twelve. L, B and he had just moved into the house. Beyond caught a rabbit one night. It made the most spine chilling of wails. Silence ensued minutes after he'd heard the rabbit screech. Curious Mello left his room and wandered into the kitchen where noise had come from. But there was still only silence. He saw a bloody puddle beneath a dead bundle of brown fur.
He froze at the top step feeling tears sting the corners of his eyes knowing that if he entered his room, he would have a chance at finding a puddle of blood beneath a bundle of white fluff. And he was honestly scared to find Near that way. Forcing himself to move Mello moved stiffly, silently for his bedroom door. He couldn't contain the sharp exhale he released once he pushed the door, which had been slightly ajar, open.
There was blood, lots of it, and the blood did stain the bed and floor. Some of it was spattered on the wall beside his bed. But there was no sign of Near or of either L or B. He felt his chest tighten in panic as he noticed a bloody, pale white hand laying motionless from under his bed. Taking an unwilling step forward he felt a gentle breeze blow in from his open window. He felt a bit relieved that it was opened because he was starting to feel dizzy, but he was also a bit upset, because the window had been closed when he left Near, meaning that whoever attacked him escaped via the window. He looked at the open widow and saw that there was blood on the windowsill, confirming his suspicions. He ran to the window and slammed it shut, and then done the same to his bedroom door.
Now, it's time for the hardest part. He thought darkly turning back to the motionless, bloody hand. Please, Near, please don't be dead. He begged silently. Mello reached under the bed and grabbed Near's wrist, feeling really nervous.
Oh, please, please, don't let him be dead. He begged breathing raggedly. Near, please, be alive. I don't care if you're half dead or dying, but please, be alive. Be okay. Be something! Just, please, please, for God's sakes, don't be dead. He took a deep, calming breath thinking, Okay, here we go.
Pulling with all the force he could muster at the moment he drug Near out from under the bed. He was horrified at the sight. He was redder than he was white. Black, blue and purple also adorned his body as two huge bruises were shown on his face.
His clothes weren't torn, but there were claw marks beneath them, Mello discovered after removing his clothing to inspect his wounds. Claw marks ran across his back and across his stomach and zigzagging across his chest. His legs and shoulders were scraped up. None of the wounds were deep enough to scar, but they were all deep enough to draw a good bit of blood. Mello wasn't satisfied. Not at all. He searched further inspecting almost every inch of Near's body for bite marks, but found none. A bit of satisfaction and arousal appeared as soon as he finished looking at the pale boy's body.
Mello felt anger.
He felt fear.
He felt concern for Near.
He felt sickened.
He felt betrayed.
But he mostly felt guilt for being so harsh to Near and then leaving him unaccompanied.
He knew that he was risking the boy's life by leaving him alone. As L had said he was vampire bait. Humans that attracted vampires like Near did always ended up killed…or as vampires themselves. Mello felt ready to retch but knew he had to keep himself in one piece for Near's sake. He took off Near's bloodstained pajama shirt and inspected the wounds on his torso and close to his throat. Swallowing he saw a broken nail was stuck halfway in his friend's body. Trying to be as gentle as possible he yanked it out causing Near to whimper in agony, but not awaken from his unconscious state.
"Whoever is missing a nail will have hell to pay." He murmured staring at the broken nail with contempt. Near trembled beside him causing more blood to seep from his wounds. Without thinking the blonde raced from the room and returned with some bandages and a diminutive amount of ointment. He tended the boy's wounds, exchanged the bloodied white pajamas for new ones, and then he redressed Near and sat beside him on the bed.
Stroking the boy's curls he heard the door downstairs slam loudly. He placed a tender kiss on Near's cheek and headed for the locked bedroom door. "Don't worry, love, I'll be back, I promise." He said in a whispery voice. He slunk out the door and walked as calmly as you may to the stairs. Once downstairs he spotted a bloody Beyond Birthday with no L around. Mello knew that that meant something was going on.
"Where were you?" he demanded straight to the point.
"Noplace." B giggled licking blood from the corner of his mouth. "What's it to you?"
"Where is L?"
"I don't know, but you're a waif!" B laughed like silly. "Waifs taste really good! So waif-ish and immature and…and…you're a waif!"
"Are you drunk?" Mello demanded wrinkling his nose in disgust. "Your are aren't you? You're such a drunkard!"
"No!" BB yelled childishly. "No! No! No! You're the drunkard and the waif and the vampire and the butterfly, which I crushed coming this way and…and…you're loony! We should lock you up someplace, you loony!"
"Why am I talking to an idiot?" Mello sighed massaging his temples in frustration.
B flashed him his fangs and let out a cat-like hiss.
At that moment L came downstairs and stared between the two. "What are you two arguing about now?" he asked placing a thumb to his bottom lip. "You really shouldn't argue it's-"
"He's a waif!" B declared.
"He attacked Near!" Mello accused.
L sighed looking between the two. Beyond was obviously a tad tipsy and Mello was obviously a bit upset. He scratched the back of his head and shrugged. "What do you want me to do about that?" he asked in a questioning tone. "Punish him!" Mello shouted feeling as though he were losing his mind. L smirked and looked to B who stuck his tongue out at Mello. "I think, you should be the one to punish him, I don't feel like it, not now." L said quietly, before disappearing as if he'd never been there.
Oh, how Mello hated their inhuman speed at times! Instead of staying where he stood, the blonde raced back upstairs and locked his door, after entering with a loud bang of the door, and then slamming it to let the two downstairs know just how angry he was. Stalking over to his bed he lay beside Near who continued to sleep, silently apparently having no dreams, as he didn't move much or make any noises. He was silent and lay perfectly still, almost as if he were dead. He vaguely reminded Mello of a corpse.
It made Mello shudder slightly to think of the pale boy being dead. It wasn't hard to imagine, Near lying still, not breathing or making any noises to indicate that he was alive and his skin paler than it already was. Mello, as if to reassure himself, gently wrapped an arm around Near's torso so he could feel the boy's steady heartbeat.
At one point Near stirred and Mello worried he would wake up screaming and wailing, but he didn't, while relieved he was also a tad worried. Was it normal for a person to sleep so long? Should he wake his friend? What if one of the vampires came back? What would he do? Could he honestly expect them to leave Near alone? What if they didn't and decided to bite Near? What if they decided to drain him of blood? Would he ever be able to forgive the two vampires if they did? Could he forgive them if they killed his friend? Would he still feel love for L and a tiny fondness of B?
He didn't know the answers to a few, if any of those questions. Mello just knew that the longer Near slept the longer he would be agonized and be worried for the boy's life. He was just so small, fragile-looking that Mello worried if he were to wake him then he'd break into a millions pieces. And that was the very last thing he wanted to do next to leaving Near again. Hungry or not he didn't think he'd be able to leave the poor boy unaccompanied in his weakened state.
He sat beside the boy who breathed softly. Wincing and mewling like a kitten in his sleep Near surprised Mello when he turned over and wrapped one of his arms around the blonde's waist as if begging him to stay. Mello stroked his friend's curls of white hair soothingly getting naughty thoughts. He may have been human, but he had the thoughts of a beast (not the animal type beast mind you, but the pervert type beast) about what sort of naughty things he and Near could do together if given half the chance, but Mello knew that Near, maybe, possibly, perhaps, most likely, didn't feel that way about him, so he kept his dirty thoughts to himself, as he stroked Near's snow-colored curls.
"Mel-lo…." A soft voice whispered rasping. "Mel-lo…."
He took a moment to think of whom it was, because the voice sounded so unfamiliar, then he quickly realized that it was Near who had gained consciousness. "Near?" he down at the pale boy who had his eyes halfway open. "Poor bloke, poor little bunny, poor, poor little Near." Mello cooed. Near didn't like the way Mello spoke to him, but made no effort to show it. If it was a way for Mello to show affection and worry, then he'd ignore it to the best of his abilities. "Are you okay?" He asked wincing as soon as the words were out. He knew it was a stupid question. Near knew it too, which was why he ignored the blonde. He gave Mello a dazed look. "Is…is…h-he go-go-gone?" he stuttered shakily. Mello gave him a look of confusion, which was of course fake as he already suspected who Near was speaking of and had already, mentally, executed him.
"Who, love, who was here?"
"Red…red eyes…red…like…like…blood…."
"Shh," Mello whispered soothingly. "Yes, he's gone, for now. I am sorry, Near. I should've known that damned bloke would come up here. He's such a leech. A mongrel that needs to be put down, but is protected by his dear friend. A true beast that bastard is. I apologize for your injuries, but he didn't harm you anymore than this, did he?"
Near shook his head weakly.
"N-n-n-no-oo." He rasped.
"Good." Mello sighed in relieve. He began to caress Near's wounded cheek, but was stopped. Near pushed his hand away and shied away from him. Any touch he tried to show Near the boy would move away. "Near, are you sure he did nothing more than scratch you?" Mello questioned with a hint of annoyance in his voice. "He…did-did…nothing…m-m-more…." Near said. His voice was barely above a whisper. Mello could tell it was a strain for him to speak. He felt sympathy towards his wounded friend and decided to just let him rest.
It didn't take long for Near to fall asleep.
Mello, however, was another story.
He lay awake that night and when he did dream it was of a small, pale boy getting attacked and viciously murdered apart by a huge, powerfully built red-eyed raven.
The bird would caw and laugh evilly, yet childishly like B. The pale white boy was gripped in its beak screaming and wailing in agony. Mello wanted those screams to stop. The boy sounded like a rabbit screeching. By the time the raven flew away it dropped its prey and Mello saw a rabbit, laying where the pale body should have been. It puzzled him as he saw that the rabbit was fluffy, white and had profound, pain filled gray pools for eyes. Its breaths were labored and blood oozed from the poor thing's nose and mouth. Mello watched as it died and closed those beautiful gray eyes, which misted over in death.
"N-no!" he shouted in a broken sounding voice. He felt nothing as he cried out. He was totally numb. "St-stop! Stop it, you're hurting him! Please...stop!"
A snake eventually appeared after what felt like eons. It was black with green eyes and had venomous fangs. Its fangs sunk into the soft, dead flesh of the rabbit and to Mello's horror the rabbit let out a screech of agony. It's gray pools slowly misting over and its ears twitched several times. Tears fell from the rabbit's eyes and its body convulsed as the snake coiled around it. "Stop!" Mello heard himself cry out but still felt nothing as he spoke. The snake hissed and coiled more tightly around its victim. The pure white rabbit went limp as the snake finished coiling around the poor, unfortunate rabbit. Mello watched in revulsion as the rabbit puked up blood, then quivered and puked up more blood.
"No!" he yelled. "Near!"
Where did that come from?
Why did he shout Near's name?
He didn't know. The rabbit, then went limp and stared at him with cloudy, dead eyes. Those eyes were still filled by unimaginable pain and misery. There was also a hint of weariness. Those eyes also seemed more than relieved to have died. The pain had ended. Mello suddenly felt choked sobs break from his throat after he'd tried so hard to restrain them. The snake uncoiled and began to devour the rabbit.
Mello bolted upright in bed sweating and panting. Tears stained his cheeks, but he ceased his sobbing. He saw Near was beside him and safe. His chest lifted and fell as he inhaled and exhaled softly. Mello felt a bit better, but wondered what his dream meant. Mello wasn't one who believed in omens, but a dream as real and vivid as his had to mean something. He guessed that it was a warning. A warning about Near (the fluffy, white-haired rabbit) and B (red-eyed raven) and some unknown bloke (apparently the snake) who was more than likely dangerous. The blonde knew what he had to do if the dream was a warning. Be calm, alert, firm, gentle (to Near), be very, violent, (towards B of course) and protect Near.
Sounded easy, but he wasn't going to do all that exactly, if at all.
It might have just been a dream. He thought staring out his window. He turned back to Near who was snoring softly in his sleep. Then again, I'd love to bash B's bloody skull in for what he's done. He got back in bed and wrapped his arms around his friend's stomach, being as gentle as possible. Bloody hell, Near, you're so hurt. He kissed Near's forehead innocently, before getting ready to go back to sleep.
I will protect you, my white bunny. Always.
He fell asleep soon after he made that silent promise.
As the blonde fell asleep a shadowy figure stared in through his bedroom window lusting for the snowy boy, who was currently under Mello's protection. The figure went unnoticed as it disappeared moments before the sun rose. Secretly plotting how to make Near theirs the shadowy figure vanished in the blink of a human eye.
Pwease! Review! Nice chappie huh? Not as long as the previous, but I think I did a pretty good job!
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Anywayz, what do ya think the dream means? Will Near heal? Will he continue being afraid of Mello? Will B be (no pun intended, haha) punished? Will Mello bash his bloody skull in? Will he die? And who was that shadowy figure outside? Ooh, soooo many QUESTIONS!
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