Chapter 26

Alrighty, those who guessed Misa...NO! haha I thought it was clear that the vampire was male.

Mikami - No, not Mikami either, sorry! He hasn't even been introduced into the story...yet.

Light - No, not Light. He has followers to do his dirty work.

L - I think one person...or two guessed him. No, he wouldn't know Mello's real name. He doesn't know him personally at all. Just one sighting.

So, no one was right...haha oh well. Hint?

He knows Mellos real name is Mihael...-shrugs- any ideas who?

The city was beautiful of that there was no doubt, but at night, it was positively dazzling.

Mello found himself lost in the lights and sounds, as one would do so whilst looking into the eyes of a young woman. New Orleans, no where else like it. Except perhaps Russia, but there was no going back to the motherland while Light was still looking for him. The blonds bottom lip trembled as he thought this. He missed his home.

The scents, the atmosphere it was just comfort in this otherwise stressful and draining chore. His gaze shifted from the window of the Taxi, to Matt, who seemed just

as lost as he himself had been. It brought a smile to the blonds lips.

The glow of street lamps slipped in through the rolled up window, casting an angelic light over Matt. In all honesty, Matt was gorgeous. There was no comparison.

It wasn't that the boy was in drag, oh no, Mello thought Matt was gorgeous all the time. Yes, Matt was perfection. Not that it had anything to do with the fact that he was in drag, oh god no. Matt was beautiful all the time.

Fake boobs or not.

As the historic and ever popular French Quarter came into view, Matt was turning in his seat, his face pressed against the window. Obviously the boy knew of this place, and even more obvious was that he would like nothing more than to stop the Taxi and have a look around, but, he would say nothing because Mello had told him not to

speak until they got to their hotel room.

Mello chuckled. Matt was so obedient.

The redhead looked over his shoulder at him, a questioning look in his large green eyes. Christ, those eyes.

Mello leaned over and pressed his cool lips against Matt's cheeks. This was just for show, so, as he pulled back, he whispered: "If things go well, I'll bring you back

here. I promise."

Matt grinned.

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Their hotel came into view and Mello shifted in his seat to pull some money from his pockets. After handing the Taxi driver more than the asked amount, and

exchanging pleasantries and thank yous they set off toward the fancy glass doors of the hotel.

A bellhop already had their luggage and was following them to the front desk where the blond asked to confirm a reservation.

To Matt, it felt like an age before they were in their room. He felt so exhausted.

"Mello, can I change?"

The blond grunted his approval as he hunted down the phone. Near needed to be told that they had arrived safely.

Matt pulled the striped blouse off and tossed it onto the large king sized bed. Next, he removed the odd little pouches of liquid from the bra cups and set them aside

before stripping down to the pink panties Near had picked out. Why they had to be pink, Matt had no idea.

He could feel Mello's eyes on him as he crossed the room to examine the suitcases. Matt sighed to himself.

"Biggest one is yours." The blond said before bringing the phone up to his ear. Damn, Matt was distracting him. He needed to focus!

"Mkay," He bent before the largest and opened it. There were a few of his old clothes in there. The usual striped cotton shirts and jeans; favorite pajama bottoms

with the PlayStation logo on them; the works. Matt smiled a content smile as he picked up his pajama bottoms and a pair of clean boxer shorts. 'Thank you, Near' He stood and

was about to explain that he would be taking a shower, when Mello quieted him with a single finger.

He shut his mouth and watched. Mello's eyes were wide as he listened to what Near was saying. Something was very wrong. But what? Were they in danger? Were they going to have to abandon ship and make a run for it?

How he wanted to ask the blond all these questions, but his finger was still raised, and the look on his face was one of horror and fury that anyone would have had second thoughts about even breathing let alone speaking.

"What do you mean?" He shouted suddenly, making Matt jump in surprise. The panic in the vampire's tone matched the look on his pale face; now even paler somehow. There was silence. Thick deafening silence.

Matt was rooted to the spot. Panic was slowly starting to spread through out his body, numbing him. What was wrong? He needed to know or else he would snap.

From where he was standing, the blond vampire was visibly shaking. His whole frame shook, whether it was fear or anger, Matt didn't know...Anything that could rouse the vampire this way had to be bad. Very bad.

"Are you sure?" Mello spoke again. "How soon can you get here?...YES! It's not safe for you to be on your own!" The last, was shouted out in a sudden burst of exasperation. "Tomorrow afternoon?...yes...The Marriott, room 313. See you then."

The phone was slammed back onto its base with such force that the soft "ding" still echoed in the still room. Mello looked over his shoulder, cold eyes boring into Matt's. It made the redhead gasp audibly. Yes...something was very wrong. Mello looked...scared.

"Whats wrong...Mello?" Matt didn't wait for a reply. He dropped the clothes he had picked out and in a second he was across the room, flinging himself into the blond's open arms. There was some comfort in the blond's strong arms around him, but there was still that sense of unease nagging at him. "Tell me, please. What happened?" He begged.

Mello said nothing, just held him tightly. What could he say? How could he tell Matt that they were in deep shit...that Light was already sniffing them out and was most likely than not sending out as many of his followers as he could to drag him out of hiding. Should he tell him about Light?

A shiver ran through his whole body. Light; the reason for his existence and quite possibly his downfall.

Now that Matt was such a part of his life, he had to know. Matt needed to know of the danger that would never be far behind him as long as Light was still tainting the air with his breaths.

So now that there was a high chance of being found before he was ready, Mello needed to tell Matt about everything. About his past life...about his revenge for revenge war between himself and his creator...everything.

After taking a slow calming breath, Mello brought the redhead with him to sit at the edge of the bed, his arms were still around the young boy protectively.

"Don't speak. Just listen."

A/N: Okay, short, I know, but you know why? Because you will be getting your much awaited Lemon in the next chapter. So there! I would like to point out something. Someone said my writing has improved greatly. -grins- Thank you, I agree, but you see, the thing is, I write better in first person. Maybe that was it, haha, either way, thank you!

'Nywho. Yes, Lemon in next chapter...woo, review and I shall deliver. It's already written down in my notebook, all I gots to do is a little editing and pop! its done. Ty!

Matt.