A/N: Apologies to just a kid 1993, to whom I promised at Mello's next meeting with B that B would attempt to give him a blood kiss. If I did that in this chapter, it would have taken away the urgency to which Mello had to rescue Near. Sorry!

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Once again Greek translations can be found at the bottom.

Chapter 10: From the Nothing I've Become

Mello woke tense and alert. He stood up and trailed his gaze south west. Mello's love and the only person he had ever considered to be his immortal companion was trapped on an island with only a psychopath for company. Well Mello was going to put on end to that.

To get to the island Mello had to use a small rowboat he had stolen, he couldn't fly as some old vampires could. Using a rowboat to travel ten or so kilometers was not a problem for Mello. He had endurance beyond all belief, (because he was a vampire) and could row faster then any mortal. Never the less as Mello abandoned his little boat at the foot of the island he felt a thin sheet of blood sweat develop. Wiping it away in disgust, Mello focused at the job at hand.

It was clearly well hidden, but Mello could still spot the haywire trail where B must have dragged me. Mello followed it until he came to a natural stone formation some six or so meters tall.

Mello sighed, knowing he most likely would have to circle the thing many times to find the hidden entrance. It would always be worth it though. Mello ran his hand along the surface of the rock, trying to feel even the slightest groove that might indicate a man-made entrance.

It took many rotations around the formation, and Mello was starting to get anxious and frustrated right when he found it. He sighed a sigh of much relief and began to trace his finger to make a rough rectangle about his size. Mello pushed on it, using the strength of ten mortal me, it opened slowly.

Opening the door revealed poorly carved descending stone steps, the scent of must and a disgusting the amount of spider webs and their inhabitants.

Stepping lightly Mello made his way down twenty six steps before he came to a locked door. Taking a moment to unlock it, the door revealed yet another locked door. Sighing impatiently Mello unlocked that one as well, only to be blocked by another door… And another… And other, finally coming to a small annex room.

Mello halted in his footsteps, B.B. was standing directly across from him, blocking the next door.

"So you were able to find me Mihael. I never thought you would."

"I didn't find you." Mello spat. "I found Near."

At this B.B.'s mouth curled into a creepy little smile. "He's lost all hope you know. He doesn't believe you'll come."

"That's not true!" Mello yelled, pushing past B and barging into the next chamber.

Mello froze at the sight. Chained to the wall I was bloody, bruised, whimpering, and ill-clothed.

"Near, my darling I'm here for you!" Mello said hollowly. When I failed to respond Mello rushed to me, kneeling on the ground beside me. Mello carefully took my hand in his own, being sure not to put any pressure on my open sores.

"My darling, it's me Mello! Please answer me, my love, you're scaring me?" He cried.

"… Mello?" It came out as a question, and I still couldn't make eye contact with him.

"Yes! Mon petit chéri, you're safe now!"

I had to loll my head slightly to bring myself to face him.

"Am I?" I said solemnly, gazing at him with sunken eyes.

Mello opened his mouth in slight confusion, but then B.B. leaped and pounced on Mello, pinning him to the ground.

"You think you could get away easily Mihael? Well you thought wrong!" B.B. hissed.

Mello tried to free himself, but B's grip was too strong.

"You think you can win your way with charms and good looks, Mihael?! Well think no more!" B's teeth sunk into Mello's neck, messily ravaging his throat, sending his blood spilling everywhere.

I screamed. Mello was utterly powerless. I saw his already pale face go white. The vibrancy of his golden hair appeared to fade. As his eyes slowly closed Mello let out one last sigh. It was a plea for help, his one last chance at saving me.

"L…"

B.B. stood up, dripping in blood and staring wide-eyed at Mello. "L?!" He roared. "L AND NAOMI MISORA ARE AS GOOD AS DEAD!"

Mello let out what could have been a chuckle. "If the Queen and King of us all are dead…" Each word clearly pained him. "Then why aren't we dead also?"

I screamed hollowly as I saw Mello's raggedy breathing, the grin slowly being wiped off his face, the life fading out of him…

There was a thundering crack and everything stopped as one of the walls began to crumble and fall. Standing in the midst of the newly made rubble was a man who painfully resembled B.B. His physical features were nearly the same, but the look on his face was more controlled, more stable. Not to mention that he was dressed as some aristocrat from Revolutionary times.

"You know Backup." He began, calmly addressing B. "I distinctly remember you swearing to us that you wouldn't cause trouble among our kind again after the fiasco with Light." At the mention of someone named Light the man's tone had turned icy. He gained his composure back quickly, and continued. "And here you are now, kidnapping mortals, attempting to kill brethren. Most of all, spreading rumors your Queen and I are dead."

During this B.B. had fallen on his knees, dumbfounded and gaping.

The man frowned slightly, then turning to Mello. "You've been sorely injured, haven't you?"

Mello didn't respond.

The man stepped through the rubble and came to Mello, kneeling beside him. "I do apologize for my lateness. Please, be healed!" The man gave Mello a quick blood kiss and Mello sat up, as full of life as ever.

"L!" He exclaimed, almost as surprised as B had been.

The man called L smiled slightly at Mello, and Mello was at a loss for words.

"Mello!" I cried.

"Oh mon Dieu, my darling! I am so sorry!" He came to me, wrapping his arms around and kissing me on the cheek and forehead. "I wish you hadn't had to see me like the, please forgive me for everything I've done!" Mello was crying now, the blood dripping down onto my shoulder.

"It's alright Mello." I whispered, angling my head towards his. "Who's L?" I asked.

Mello looked shocked, and then he shook his head. "I'm sorry darling, I keep forgetting you're a mortal. L is the second of our kind, Queen Naomi Misora is the first."

"How could he save you with only a mouthful of blood?" I asked.

"His blood is the most powerful of our kind's, next to our Queen's. He is six thousand years old after all." He replied with an excited smile.

"Six thousand! I exclaimed, just as the battle that had been raging around us reached its peak.

B.B. was on the ground, panting and terrified. L was standing in front of him, his dress sword pointed at B's throat. "Beyond Birthday, I excommunicate you from our kind! If you attempt to make contact with any of us, even your immortal children, I will be notified and you will promptly be killed. If you chose to create any more immortal children that applies for them as well!"

With one swift motion L sheathed his sword. Then a look of powerful concentration came on his face. Before long B.B. emitted a powerful groan, and I gazed on in horror as wounds opened up and blood began to flow out of his stomach. The blood kept flowing, and I could have sworn to see bits of his small intestine also.

"This is a mere warning of what I can do, Backup." L said ominously. "Goodbye." And with that, B's screaming and writhing body actually flew out of the cell, through the hole L had created, and far, far away.

L turned to us. "Mortal be free." My chains disintegrated. I looked up at him in awe.

"L I cannot thank you enough!" Mello said, hugging me close.

"I'll be in Moscow, visit me. But first," He smiled at us. "Turn that handsome thing into one of us, will you Mello?"

Mello laughed heartily, a look of pure bliss on his face. "If it is your wish, my King!"

Without a last word, L took to the sky, leaving us behind.

In the silence, Mello drew me into a comforting hug. "Mon chéri… Will you ever forgive me?"

"Of course I do, Mello." I whispered, nuzzling my face into his shoulder. "It wasn't your fault."

"Thank you my darling, thank you for everything…"

I slept all through the next day and a little into the night. Mello woke me by placing a soft kiss on my lips. I woke up smiling.

"Good evening my darling. I hope you've had a good rest?"

"It was wonderful, thanks." I replied, sitting up in bed. Mello had persuaded a young girl and her family to let us lodge in their house until I was well rested.

Mello and I made polite conversation and such, not wanting to bring up past horrors.

"Τι κάνεις, Τι κάνεις?" The girl, who appeared about fifteen, came in with a dinner tray,

"Ωραία, ευχαριστώ." I said, accepting the dinner tray. Mello had taught me common courtesies in Greek and the girl squealed at my thick French accent.

"We'll be leaving sometime tonight." Mello told the girl as I blew on a spoonful of octopus soup to cool it.

"Oh, that's too bad." The girl pouted at me, even though it was Mello who had spoken to her, in what I supposed was to be cute manner.

"Yes, most likely after he is done eating…" Mello mused, smiling at me in an odd manner.

The girl nodded, and with a curtsy left the room.

I ate silently for the most part, not saying anything until I was nearly done, sopping up the remains of the soup with my bread. "So are we going to Moscow after this?" I asked.

Mello smirked. "Before leaving I'm going to make you a vampire as L wished."

I nearly chocked. "R-really?" I stuttered.

"Why of course, my darling." He purred, tracing the line of my cheek bone with one gloved hand. I blushed slightly,

"It will happen on a small island where no one can see us."

I nodded shakily, taking another bight of bread.

A/N:Τι κάνεις, Τι κάνεις? How are you, how are you?

Ωραία, ευχαριστώ. Good, thank you.

Ok, I know, really short chapter, but I wanted to leave you guys with a cliffie!