A/N:

Oh Mikami, you dog you.

I'm not sure if this is my best work or not… =/ My computer had been down, and I had been suffering from writers block, so for all my fans I wrote this today in about twenty minutes… because I just wanted it to be over already!!! Yea. Sorry.

P.S. – don't ask what L's plan was, it will be revealed, trust me.

"That's brilliant, L," Light commented, stepping out of the restaurant, "Do you mind if I steal that idea?"

"Oh no of course not," L smirked.

"You should become a detective; you're a natural at this! Or are you already? Are you from America or something?" Light asked curiously.

L didn't know what to say. He couldn't remember anything from his past life, how was he supposed to know what his career was? He did seem to have a talent for detective work, and crime had always interested him - even when it wasn't his own dirty work. Thankfully, he was cut off by a little blonde with a rather large attitude.

"Light!" Misa squealed excitedly from the end of the street. Light half-smiled back, not really in the mood for seeing her. She was always a pain to handle. And get rid of.

"Hello Misa. This is a newly acquired friend of mine, L." Light tried to hide his smile when he noticed the blonde wrinkle her eyebrows because of his 'big words' as she would call them. L looked the girl up and down. He had never considered Light having friends before, but he shrugged it off. He had always seen the bronze haired boy alone all the time, never before even realizing that he had a life beyond detective work.

"Hi L!" Misa grinned before turning her attention back to the teen, "Light! Light! My parents are going to be gone until Thursday. Wanna have a sleep over? Oh, wait.. I'm gonna have to buy pajamas then..."

"No, no, that's quite all right Misa-"

"You mean you wanna see me in just my undies?! Well, I guess since it's you then its ok, but..."

"No! I don't think I'll be able to come over at all. I doubt my parents would allow that. I'm sorry." Misa's lower lip poked out in a cute pout. L wondered how Light could refuse an offer like that. The raven haired man himself thought of having a sleepover with such a girl - and with the clothes she wore, it left little for the mind to fantasize. He licked his lips and averted his eyes to the building. He wasn't a pervert like that.

"I have a lot of work to do with the current investigation I'm working on. L here had a brilliant idea that I would like to run by the other members of Task Force as soon as possible," Light explained. Misa still looked deeply injured. Light didn't notice, but L felt he had to say something to the poor girl.

"Maybe some other time, ok? I know Light would love to," he joked.

"Ok!" Misa said excitedly, running off. L avoided looking at Light, who was cutting eyes at him. The raven haired man cocked an eyebrow without moving his gaze toward the fuming man.

"No sense in telling her no now. You have to go to headquarters now, don't you?" L stated.

Light checked his wristwatch. L was right, he was supposed to be at headquarters five minutes ago - and it would take him at least ten to get there. He waved bye to the dark haired man as he began running toward the subway. L waved back nonchalantly as he commenced walking back to his dreary hotel too. So far this was turning out to be pretty boring… and having to return back to that hideous hotel was like torture for the vampire. He hoped that it would get interesting soon.

***

L hadn't realized how slowly he had been trudging along the sidewalk until he looked around and realized that night had fallen sometime between when he left Light and now.

"Leave Light alone," growled a voice behind L. Suddenly L was hit in the back of the head with a board and dragged into an abandoned building. If the man had been a human, that probably would have seriously hurt, or knocked him out. Instead, the vampire pretended to be unconscious for the sake of the person. And, who knows? Maybe this could be just the thing to jump start the turn of things. Maybe this would be fun.

The vampire felt himself being pulled up by his hair to stare into the face of his assaulter. "Leave Light alone," The person repeated. He had long greasy black hair, and thick rimmed glasses. He was wearing a business suit, which looked odd in this atmosphere. The man's dark eyebrows dipped into his brown eyes. "I don't know who you are, or what you are, but you are different..."

"I don't know what you are talking about," L stated.

"Yes you do. You have no reflection, and when I hit you, you should have been knocked out." Shit. L had forgotten about that. Now what was he supposed to do?

Then Mikami jumped. Grabbing a knife out of his pocket, he began stabbing L in the arm. "Since you aren't human, then I really can't feel bad about this."

"Erase!" stab.

"Erase!" stab.

"Erase!" stab. But to Mikami's dismay, L wasn't bleeding. Instead, with lightning quick speed, L grabbed Mikami's arms and pushed him back against the nearest wall. He squeezed the attacker's arms so tightly that Mikami let out a loud blood-curling scream that could probably have been heard for miles. Crap, thought L, cops would probably come to investigate soon.

"Just remember," L snarled under his breath, "I am stronger and faster and smarter than you. I can kill you in two seconds if I wanted to." Mikami was so surprised at his supposed victim's audacity that he dropped the knife he had been holding. The silvery object slipped between the two men, who, in Mikami's opinion, were too close for comfort. The blade shaved down Mikami's arm, leaving a decent sized open gash. Blood poured out, and L, having not eaten since his cult's arrival to this part of town, was famished.

The wild haired vampire's eyes went red, and the back of his throat ached for the sweet blood pouring out of Mikami's arm. It smelled sweet. Did the man before him have a craving for sugar too? It was the best smelling blood he had sniffed in a good while, and it didn't help matters that the vampire in question was near starving. The red liquid oozing out of Mikami's arm seemed to be calling him… No, he couldn't…

L released his grip on the man, who tried to escape. As he ran across the room, blood trailed behind him, leaving a rose colored path. L couldn't resist. The beast inside him growled hungrily, his ache was too intense. He bent into a crouch and chased his prey. Once he was in front of the man once again, L grabbed his arm and began sucking all the juices out of it. He moaned as he ate; he had been so hungry...

Sirens blared outside, bringing L back to his senses. In his bloodlust he had forgotten that cops were probably going to be on their way. Hastily, he ran out of a back door, and to the hotel where he had been meaning to go for a while. Mikami fell onto his knees, then onto the floor after the suffered loss of blood. He was heading toward unconsciousness when the thought finally occurred to him. He looked past everything, past the blaring lights of the cop car, reflecting off the windows, past the door that shone silver in the moonlight, past the road that lie beyond that door. The black haired man watched L run, even after he was well out of sight. This man was a vampire.

A/N:

Again, so sorry for the hold-up. Hope this chapter was worth the wait.