Chapter 2:

"Maud, can you finish up in here? We're closing for tonight!" Yelled her boss from the kitchen. Maud sighed loudly. She smiled at the remaining customers, all of whom were shovelling down what remained of their purchases. You don't get on the wrong side of Philip. She walked grudgingly into the kitchen, her amber tinted goggles swinging around her neck. "Here is your pay for this week," He grunted, handing her a thin wad of notes.

"Can I trust you to lock up for tonight?" She nodded and pocketed the money. They both glanced at the pile of washing up in the sink. All of the other staff had long gone. They turned to face each other. He gave her a stern look which she immediately understood as "You'd better get on with it then". She sighed again as he walked out. "Ugh," She groaned, seeing the sheer quantity of dirty crockery.

She tightened her pony-tail and began to wipe down the worktops. She hummed softly. It made the tedium and drudgery of working in a café almost bearable. She had been working there for just over a year and she had very little to show for it.

The door opened. "Sorry, we're closed!" She shouted, her back facing the entrance. She heard it shut, assuming the person left. If she hadn't been humming, she would have heard the soft 'click' of the lock. She just continued working.

He slowly approached her, trying not to make a sound. It had been over three days since he had last fed; he was starving. He inched towards the kitchen door, cringing slightly every time he trod on a squeaky floorboard. Fortunately, she was too absorbed in her work to notice.

He gingerly pushed the kitchen door. It swung open, gratifyingly silently. He mentally gave a sigh of relief. He was so hungry that his fangs had drawn themselves. They were flashing, dangerously in the bright light of the kitchen. He swept his shoulder length, blond hair to the left side of his face. This was a feeble attempt to cover the scar that disfigured the left side of his upper body. He continued to edge closer and closer to her. She still remained leant forward, her neck sticking out.

He was right behind her. She still didn't notice. She didn't feel his ice cold breath, breathing down her neck. If she had turned around at any point prior to what was about to happen, she would be safe, protected. He ran an ice cold finger down her neck. She shuddered and motioned to turn around. He plunged his fangs into her neck just as she turned to face him. His crimson eyes widened in horror and returned to their usual azure state, as her emerald eyes met him. Her fire-red hair moved over her face.

"Mihael?" She asked in disbelief, as her vision faded to black. "Oh, shit" He muttered, as she collapsed.

Four Hours Later…..

A blinding light met my eyes as I opened them for the first time in God knows how long. I moved my hand over my face to shield it from the brightness. My goggles still hung around my neck. I stroked them fondly. Other than my electronic equipment, they were my most valued possessions.

"Where am I?" I thought. I moved to get up but collapsed back down almost immediately. I had no strength. Indistinct voices were saying something unintelligible in the background. Two shadows in the distance got bigger as the voices got clearer. I swallowed in fear. What was going to happen to me? The last thing I remembered was seeing Mihael's face. But that was impossible. Wasn't it. The shadows became bodies and

the voices became recognisable. I screamed when I saw who they were. "Hey Maud," They said as they came to sit in front of me. "Long time, no see." I was furious.

I immediately flung my arms around the person on the left. I refused to let go as I sobbed loudly, burying my head in his vest. He hugged me fondly, running his fingers through my hair. Our hair. I broke away, wiping my face with my sleeve. I collapsed back in my chair again.

"T-two y-y-years," I sobbed "Two fucking years," He opened his mouth to speak but stopped when he saw my face.

"Why? Why? WHY!?" I screamed, tears running down my face. "Maud, we're so sorry," said the person on the right. "Please, believe us,"

I started sniffling, wiping my nose on my sleeve. Never in my life had I been so angry with at anyone, and yet so pleased to see them.

"Why Mail, Why?" Mail stood up and sat next to me. Mihael soon followed suit.

"It seems we have a lot of explaining to do." Said the blond, blue eyed friend of mine who I swore that I would never forgive.

The three of us grew up in an orphanage in Winchester; Wammy's. Mail and Mihael were best friends there. I'm Mail's little sister so they both protected me against bullies and such like. I had very few friends due to my eccentricities so I really appreciated their company.

Known as L's forth successor, I worked hard to become first, unlike my brother who has to be the laziest person that I have ever known. I left secondary school (never went as none of 'us' did but you get the idea) aged eleven and went straight to university. By the time I was seventeen, I had a PHD, and two Master's degrees (In Mathematics, Computer programming and Computer sciences, respectfully) both Mail and Mihael were really proud of me.

Shortly after completing my Master's in Computer Sciences, both Mail and Mihael disappeared. They both came to my room one night, both looking really unwell and told me that they were going to solve the Kira case. I was so angry. They had left me alone to solve a stupid murder case, just to beat Nate River at it.

When I turned eighteen, I left and moved to London. I currently work in a café and in as a supply teacher to pay my way through medical school. When I started at UCH, I acted as If I had no qualifications other than outstanding GCSEs. (Eleven A*s). Maud Jeevas was just a regular student who had just finished collage. The trouble I went to hacking computer systems to make myself seem totally normal.

I'm still incredibly unpopular. I'm thinking of moving out of Hall's when I've saved up enough for a place of my own. Roger is refusing to shell over any money as I am over eighteen and not yet twenty-one so I work two jobs in order to pay for everything.

"You go to medical school?" Mihael asked in disbelief.

"Yep, I fancied a challenge."

They both stared at me. "Maudie, most people enter competitions as challenges, they don't start at medical school!"

I grinned.

"Mail, you don't seem to remember that this is the girl who would complete university entrance exams when she was bored." Mihael stated, shaking his head.

I now have a hefty pile of acceptance letters from the top universities, including Harvard and Yale. I have been to both Oxford and Cambridge but still lived at Wammy's. They provided transport for me to get there and back.

"I think we better tell you what happened" Mail got up and began pacing around. He is so weird. To be fair, so am I. Why do you think we are never parted from our goggles?

"Maud, you are going to have to believe what we are about to tell you. I know that it will sound totally implausible, but we are telling the truth." He paused, waiting for me to take it in.

"Mihael and I were attacked by a vampire the night before we went to solve the Kira case and we have been vampires too ever since."

He looked at me so earnestly that I would have believed him. But vampires? Really? Do they honestly take me for an idiot? I made my feelings quite clear. They both winced slightly at my shouting.

"She clearly doesn't believe us, should we resort to plan B?" Mihael murmured to Mail. He looked back at me, not sure if it was the best course of action. He turned back at Mihael and nodded firmly.