Author's Note: When Beyond is speaking with other characters while in Italy, such as Vittoria, he is not speaking in English. He's actually speaking Italian, though I'd rather not put translations all over the place.

"I understand you've been to several countries, BB. And I'm excluding England and America.." Dr. Phillip prompted.

I nodded. "After escaping prison, I had to travel around a lot, so L could not locate me again.. I was born in England. But I've lived in several American states, Japan, London, Italy.. The list goes on, really. Although most were only for a month, at most."

My doctor raised his eyebrow, and wrote what I told him down on the clipboard. I was expecting that. The world had no knowledge that I was hiding away in places such as London or Italy... But now they would. I was just excellent at covering my tracks, I guess."

"..I met a girl in Italy."

This seemed to catch his attention. His head snapped back up, and he checked the camera to make sure it was still recording. Of course it was. But he was the type of man who'd rather be safe than sorry, I'd assume.

"Did you? Tell me about her."

Flashback

The reasonable amount of time I should have spent in Venice, Italy was now coming to an end. I knew if I stayed much longer than another five days.. That could be risky. The people in my area knew there was a crazed murderer among them, though the presence of Beyond Birthday hadn't crossed anyone's mind. In fact, they were only searching for me in America and England. What, did no one thing I could be living in Europe?

"One last kill." I decided that day, nodding to myself and finishing what was left of my third strawberry jam jar today on the couch. "Tonight I'll pick out one last pretty Italian girl to kill... After I bring her back here for a little fun, of course.. Haha.." I chuckled to myself and sat up straighter, licking the jam from my fingers before changing TV channels.

Nothing interested me today, so watching TV wasn't exactly an easy passtime right now. I decided to spend the next few hours drawing, a hobby I'd improved on over the years. I draw whatever comes to mind. This is often my past victims, along with their bloody corpses and gruesome deaths. But it can often be L too, or even A. I always keep every single drawing, though. And being the perfectionist that I am, each and every finished drawing must turn out just right.

I glanced down at yet another finished drawing of A, that same happy grin on his face I remember so well. I've drawn him so many times with the same facial expression, all my drawings of A could start to look the same. But I don't care. That's the only way I want to remember him. Not how I found him in the closet. Not how he looked before being lowered into the ground at his funeral. Not even when there were tears in his eyes. No.. Only when that beautiful smile graced his lips, just as one appeared on my own when thinking about him.

I sighed and stood from my seat by the kitchen table, gaze shifting towards the dark sky outside the nearby window. "Time to go out.." I hummed to myself, cleaning up the small workspace before I'd go upstairs and get ready. Once I had on the usual attire along with a pair of bloodstained sneakers, and had two knives slipped up both sleeves, I was fully prepared and ready to go.

It really didn't take me long to find her that night.

Vittoria Marino, it said above her head. Her lifespan only had a few months, tops. How interesting... If only I could stick around and watch how she would be killed. But there were two problems with that: One, I would not stick around. And two, she would be dead by me, and me alone.

I immediately followed behind this new girl I took quite an interest in, my slightly narrowed crimson eyes fixated on the back of her head. Her chestnut brown hair was long and curly, and she shivered in the thin fabric of that navy blue jacket. It almost made me chuckle to watch her as she quickened her pace to reach home, most likely. Perhaps she'd felt a presence behind her... But that might be just overthinking things. It wasn't a particularly warm night after all, the wind had just started picking up.

But this was taking a bit too long for my liking... I seized the opportunity when she walked right past an alleyway, and grabbed hold of her arm. Before she could scream, I shoved her against the dirty brick wall and clamped a rag soaked in chloroform over her mouth. Her hazel eyes widened in shock and disbelief, I watched as they slowly started to close, and she drifted into unconsciousness. I smirked and stuffed the cloth back in my pocket, picking up her surprisingly light body and carrying her over my shoulder back to the house.

I'd be a fool to kill her off right away, I told myself. For she was different. Was it her appearance that intrigued me, or simply her death date? I knew nothing about her personality, I only made small assumptions by the way she walked, or even just her facial expression. Neutral and calm, maybe just a bit of confidence to her stride. And when I pulled her up against the wall - There was fear, naturally - But also.. Expectance. Almost as if she knew this was going to happen. So maybe she did notice my presence.

I watched her as she woke up, probably still a bit out of it and dizzy due to the chloroform earlier. However, she couldn't find enough strength to free herself from the restraints I'd fastened on her wrists and ankles, successfully keeping her on the lone bed in the middle of an empty grey room.

"Rise and shine, my dear.." I chuckled and kicked the door shut behind me, locking it with one swift movement before turning to face her in bed. Her eyes narrowed a bit accusingly, but I could still plainly see the fear written all over her face. "I thought you might be rude and try to leave before we got to play... So the restraints were essential. I do apologize." I grinned, licking my lips as I stared down at my interesting new 'toy'.

"You might have noticed I removed your clothes while you were sleeping, but be grateful I allowed you to keep your underwear on. I could've just as well taken those.." I smirked, eyeing her up and down in a lustful way on purpose. I actually wanted her to be afraid and creeped out by me, so her failed attempt at covering herself was a bit funny in my eyes.

"Are you hungry, sweetheart? You must be. Would you like some strawberry jam?" Just as I'd finished my sentence, she decided to find her voice and speak up. "You.. Bastard.." Vittoria coughed, her eyelids fluttering a bit unintentionally. 'I see... The side effects still haven't worn off yet, huh?' I thought.

"Aw, now that isn't very nice... Be careful, I am not the type of guy who's feelings you'd want to hurt.." I chuckled, my eyes shining a bit more vibrant ruby red on command. Did this shock some sense into her? Nope. I was learning quickly that this one had a fiery temper. "Let me go." She demanded. "Let me go, I want to go home-!"

"I'm afraid that is impossible, dear. After all, even if I was stupid enough to let you go... Things wouldn't end well for me, now would they? No, in this world, no one is able to keep their big mouth shut..." I shook my head disapprovingly, touching her stomach lightly with the tip of my knife. She shivered in displeasure and tried so hard to recoil away from me in disgust, but could not do so with the ever-so-helpful restraints.

"Don't worry, I'll take real good care of you, Vittoria..." I hummed. Her eyes widened a bit, blinking away a few tears before opening her mouth to speak once more. "How.. How do you know my name?" I chuckled at her predictable question. "It's a secret, my dear... One that will be answered in time.. However, you may not believe my answer, and that will be unfortunate. But hey, I guess it doesn't really matter to me, huh?" I winked and pierced the skin lightly on her side, cutting in a straight line towards her belly button.

I pulled the blade back and examined the thin line of blood I'd created, licking off whatever got on my knife with a sly smirk. "Your blood is sweet.. How lucky of you. That means you may just get to live a little while longer, Vittoria."

I had to reconsider the simple schedule I'd made up for myself last week. I told myself I would leave on Friday, but now I wasn't so sure. Today was Wednesday, and I couldn't see myself killing Vittoria so soon. Something inside me didn't want to. It wasn't compassionate feelings or anything like that, just... Almost like a warning against killing her for the time being. An inner voice insisted. One that I'd instructed myself to listen to no matter what. For it was always right.

The following morning I went straight down the hall to Vittoria's room, not even bothering to do anything else first. I pushed open the door to the room carelessly, my eyes landing on the wide awake young girl.. Speaking of which.. She couldn't have been a day over eighteen, could she?

"How old are you?" I demanded in a tone that silently ordered her to tell the full truth. "I-I'm nineteen.." She responded. I noticed her wrists and ankles had dried up blood staining the restraints, and they were red and sore from her struggling throughout the night. Her eyes were puffy and red from tears, and her hair was only slightly more knotty than it had been yesterday. Perhaps if she had moved around a bit more without access to a brush, it would look even wilder. The thought sent a small chuckle to my lips, before it disappeared as quickly as it came.

I opened my mouth to speak, however I was surprised to be cut off by the stubborn female's voice. "What's your name?" Vittoria asked, a serious expression on her own tired face. I blinked and raised an eyebrow at her, as if silently questioning her sudden surge of confidence. "My name... is Beyond Birthday."

Vittoria's eyes widened. "Beyond... Birthday..." "Ah, I know, I'm quite famous, aren't I?" I smirked and flipped out my pocket knife, touching the cold blade lightly to her tear stained cheek. She flinched and averted her gaze to the ceiling, biting her lower lip. How cute. "I.. Know you.. I've researched you.."

Yet again, I was slightly surprised. Though I did not dare to let this show, threatening to make a cut in her cheek if provoked. "Researched me, huh?" I pressed for more details. She nodded, though quickly realized how much of a mistake that was to have moved her cheek and unintentionally cut herself. "Yes.. Sometimes I like to research the big news going on in the states, so of course you came up.. It was difficult not to stumble across you, actually."

"And what do you think of me, my dear?"

"I think.. You're highly intelligent.. But you are also a fool." Her eyes narrowed a bit in a glare, though they remained fixated on the ceiling. And the fact that she could say this to me without a hint of regret... It was intriguing. "Oh, yeah? Well, don't keep me waiting, do explain how..." I touched the knife down to her arm instead, piercing the skin by her bare shoulder blade.

Vittoria winced and squirmed a bit uselessly, but continued on anyway. For she had no idea what punishment would lie in store for her if she were to stop talking now. "You carelessly underestimated that FBI agent who stopped you from burning to death... You said so yourself." She knew I couldn't get mad at her for taking a direct quote from my past. Then again, I was never a very rational guy.

"I always thought what you were doing was wrong. Murder is murder, no excuses. I believed you to be a cold hearted serial killer, just like the rest, and was glad when you were caught. I was a bit upset you were not executed for the murder of that innocent little girl, but tried to shrug it off, and forget all about you...

Until I figured out why you kill."

My knife paused as it was cutting a long steady line down her arm, crimson hues traveling back up to her face. Not once did she flinch or even furrow her brows at the cuts I was making. They had to have stung, even if only a little... Was she that concentrated with her speaking?

"What do you mean: 'You figured out why I kill'?" I asked.

"I don't know very much, so little is released about your past. But you were a troubled child, Beyond. You were doing this to get back at the detective, L." I glared when she spoke his name, but still allowed her to finish. "I don't know why.. But I've assumed you have a bit of a history with him. I assumed you two knew eachother, and that the murders you did in Los Angeles were simply a battle of wits.. I also led myself to believe that L hurt you deeply. But what I want to know..." Her eyes met mine. "Is what he did to you."

My slightly wider eyes blinked, but did not waver away from the girl. She really didn't seem that smart on the outside... But she figured me out, didn't she? And if a little more information about A had been provided on the internet, even just the fact that he existed, she would have pieced it all together. How smart this girl was. She'd almost make a worthy accomplice, should I ever need someone by my side while killing.

"Although you are 100% correct... You do not need to know my business." With that, I slit the knife in a straight line across her upper arm, smirking with satisfaction from the whimper I gained. "Do not grow so confident, my dear.. Chances are you will not be making it out of this alive."

"If I won't, then there's really no point than keeping anything from my curious mind, now is there?" She huffed, squirming and almost wiggling a bit on the bed. As I licked my knife clean of her dark and still sweet as ever blood, my wandering eyes scanned her up and down. She watched me warily, trying and failing to sit up.

After a long moment in silence of consideration, I slowly nodded, surprising us both.

"I suppose not."