Death: ...I promised myself to work only on one story at a time, but this one just happened to be way too tempting. It all started with a thought of a physical fight between Misora and Light, and the idea couldn't get out of my head. And so I decided to type it up, and then this was born.

And no, Misora is not going to be a major player in this story. She was only needed for this chapter. And just so you know, this is a LxLight story.

Disclaimer: if I owned Death Note, then Light would be a vampire, and stuck in a love triangle between L and Beyond. Sadly, Beyond won't be in this story.

Chapter 1 Caught

Over the course of the past five hundred years there have been cases where humans, specifically slayers, were murdered. In addition to the slayers, werewolves and vampires alike were also murdered, but in the public they were dubbed 'humans'. Still, the rise of the murders of each particular race of the most powerful creatures on the planet has caught the attention of the world's greatest detective the planet has to offer.

L. He was a vampire, young in his race. L was considered a twenty year old in vampire years, while in human he was much older by far. But age didn't matter now. He had more pressing matters to attend to. Right now he was watching through the cameras in a museum.

It was currently empty, save for a few. It was late at night, so there was no sign of humans running around. At least not yet. The mission tonight was to be done by an FBI agent, female to be exact. She was the best underling of L's. She was no L material, but she exceeded expectations to pull through even the hardest of cases.

And now tonight was the night with her first encounter with a vampire. She faced werewolves now and then, but most of her experience was that of humans, specifically the worst human criminals. Since the target wasn't well known, L positioned three others just in case something went wrong. One of them was Naomi Misora's fiancé, Raye Penber.

L watched the cameras closely, taking notice of the target striding along comfortably. The target was, at the moment, known to be Raito Yagami. There was a high chance that the target's name was fake, the chance even higher since he was the lone vampire who killed anything that attacked him.

There was the probability of this vampire's actions were self defense, but so many were killed by his hand that the chance was fifty-fifty. That was why L sent the best FBI agent to attain this suspect. So far L sent twenty two slayers, ten werewolves, and more or less the best hunters to capture this one vampire that slipped from his clutches every single damn time.

Whoever this loner was, he was overly secure about himself. That was what intrigued L, why one individual went so far as to keep himself free and remain as such. This particular individual even went as far as eliminate others just so his identity was secrecy. It took much time and patience for L to narrow down the never ending list of suspects of mysterious killings that were so random and nothing connected the victims. Except for possibly two facts from all the victims L processed over time.

One, the all the victims that attacked this loner had slow, painful deaths. Some were torn so badly, blood spilled all over the place that they were only recognized through DNA samples. Even that was a hard feat, for about quarter of the victims were werewolves and vampires, their DNA wasn't registered in human contacts. It was easy for L to access the list of DNA of vampires, but it was a damn pain to access the werewolf list.

It took much time and patience just to find out exactly who committed these murders, even if they were self-defense. But L had to make sure that it was only self-defense, and if so, why this individual went to such lengths by himself and not turning to the Vampire Society for help. That was what really confused L, why the loner sought no help from anyone even from his own race.

Only two people could pull that off. Including himself, L knew only knew one other person that could pull what this loner can do. But that was over eight and a half centuries ago, the creature L referred to was dead, not even a spec of dust remained of him. And at first, L thought that this loner was the creature from a severe case, reborn.

Then he saw the loner on camera. And by god, or any creator above, was the most gorgeous creature L had ever seen. Not even the serial killer he feared was reborn into another life was even close to the beauty of this walking demi-god. L thought demi-god because for one, the vampire was real, and two, his pace was as if he owned the museum.

"Watari, is the entire backup in place?" L asked suggestively as Misora closed in on the loner.

"They are ready to act in a second's notice." The Elder assured with a nod.

"Good. I have a feeling this loner will be quite a handful, even for Misora." The young vampire watched the scene unfold before him.

Light Yagami was walking casually through the museum, stopping here and there when something caught his attention. He had no care for statues or of the like, but paintings absolutely fascinated him. Just the textures, the colors and shades captivated the still adolescent vampire. What really fascinated him were the paintings with skulls, death, and blood.

This didn't mean Light was one of those blood-lusting vampires who craved for gore and make any living, breathing creature suffer immensurable pain. Oh no, Light was one of the last, rare vampires that could control every fiber in his body. Well, he couldn't exactly control everything but he had enough patience and self control to be the almost perfect human. The only difference was that he wasn't human at all.

The adolescent vampire was staring up at an interesting painting about a shinigami with a scythe hovering pale skulls and bloody crimson as the background, when he had the sense someone was watching him. Light tensed his muscles, but remained still as he pretended to stare at the painting. In reality, Light was merely using his vampire senses to feel through the technology around him to see.

Light's power was controlling the energy waves in the air around him. He could detect a radio signal, listen to people talking on their cell phones, and even use the high advanced devices to see three dimensional worlds around him when he was pretending to stare at a different object. But even the most helpful powers could be deadly.

And his was no exception. He practiced his powers first on fruit, when he was younger. First he made the fruit crack, and squeeze the juice out of them. Then his powers grew stronger as he learned to control them. Light was able to make the fruit explode, and therefore, when someone decided to attack him for no reason, he could just make them explode with a flick of his wrist. Not even breaking a sweat.

Light realized that through his powers, the one who was following him was a woman. This irritated him to no end. Men, he could kill them in an instant without a second thought. Women however, well, they were the main source of continuing life. Therefore he only wiped out their memories about encountering him.

But by the look on this particular female's face, she was determined. And by her scent, she was a native to Japan, but it was hidden under the ungrateful scent he wished to never whiff again. She worked in America, and she had the strange sense that superior to a cop. This only meant she was from the FBI.

Someone's trying to hunt me down…and sending others to do the dirty work. Light inwardly growled.

The adolescent vampire would have felt better if his stalker was a male, but with said stalker being female it just made it even harder. Light was sure that the cameras were on, and possibly hacked and watched by whoever wanted him for whatever reason he could not fathom. Not to mention there were other vampires here and a few humans too.

Light almost hissed when a thought came to him. She was young, possibly in her mid twenties. The adolescent vampire looked more like he was nineteen, just out of high school. He thought maybe he could use his good looks to charm and allure her out of the museum, but she looked older than him in human standards. Plus he couldn't tell if she had a wedding ring on, the damn female was wearing gloves! That can only mean one thing. The female had a gun, and she wasn't afraid to use it.

The lone vampire considered his options. There were humans not too far away; in fact they were almost circling him and the female. No doubt they were the backup, in case she couldn't handle him. So he couldn't run, and if he confronted the female he would have to be careful not to use his powers and somehow disarm her so they had to use physical combat.

Light almost smirked. He knew females were the most flexible beings, being human, vampire, or werewolf. And he had been bored after all this time of doing the same thing to the beings that attacked him first. This was going to be fun at least.

Without warning he turned and hissed at the female, baring his fangs. The action was so unexpected she froze, while Light marveled at how effective he was. In a flash he was in front of her, and before she could touch the gun she was reaching for Light stole it from her.

The female's eyes widened as he leaped back a few feet. At first she thought he was going to use it on her, but to her surprise he threw it all the way to the end of the hallway. The only way the female could reach it was if she managed to get past him. And with the way Light smirked, widening his stance and raised his arms in a poised position meant she would have to fight him.

Misora glared at the vampire as she regained her composure, widening her legs into her own stance and arms raised up not in fists, but her fingers were as if they were super glued together. Her body swayed slightly as she accepted the challenge, and Light hesitated for a moment, realizing that he was facing a tougher opponent than he anticipated.

She knows a specific kind of self—defense that was meant for females. She can use her speed and flexibility to her advantage, whereas a male only has strength and sometimes speed. Light processed thoroughly.

Well, Light didn't have to worry about speed. He was a vampire, but even that wasn't enough reason for him to be over confident. No, him being a vampire was only the beginning. From the start, Light was faster than any normal vampire, it wasn't because he trained his body. Certainly yes, in a way, but he was fast because he had the perfect bloodline for a vampire.

And just as anticipated, the backup humans revealed themselves, blocking all the exits for the adolescent vampire. But that didn't matter, once he defeated the female the others would cower. Light knew for a fact that the female wouldn't be the one stalking him if she was an exceptional fighter.

Light's eyes gleamed, not even caring that the golden hue within them circled around his pupils, making them more intimidating to the female. Misora pushed her fears aside and braced herself when the vampire launched himself at her.

Misora immediately cart wheeled to the side, aiming a kick to the copper head. It was then she realized that the vampire was holding back in his speed, but still held enough to easily dodge her retaliation. How dare he mock her! Even if he was a vampire!

Scowling, the female easily averted her weight to her hands as she turned her back towards him, acting like she was trying to get up. Light took the bait, hissing loudly as he aimed his claw at her shoulder, her beating heart drummed through his ears.

Misora then kicked at the adolescent's ribs. Good thing she was wearing boots. Light huffed as he leaped back a few paces, trying to catch his breath. The vampire cursed at himself for falling for a stupid trick! Now Light was really going to enjoy this challenge.

Using the motion of her hips, Misora effectively jumped on her feet and twirling her body around in mid—air at the same time so she could face him before her feet met the tile floor. Light couldn't help but blink and admire her determination. She had far more speed than any normal human female he ever encountered.

"Heh…if I was human, then maybe we could have had something between us." Light chuckled. "It's rare to find an opponent who could outwit me, let alone such an opponent being female."

L practically stared. This was hell of a lot better than strawberry cheesecake made of the finest ingredients and by the best cook L had ever known; Watari. That said a lot for the detective, the food was his world.

"Watari…his name is Raito Yagami, correct?" L softly spoke up.

"Yes, or so what the files say. Surely they look too good to be true." The Elder hinted.

"So it's a fake name…" the vampire slumped further into the chair.

L watched in awe as the two continued to fight. Light aimed a kick, Misora dodged and countered to sweep at his legs. The adolescent leaped into the air and aimed a claw at her shoulder again. With a scowl the agent barely managed to avoid the deadly nails.

Even though the cameras showed horrible quality, L could easily tell that the loner was slowly loosing his calm mask. When the fighting started, the vampire could sense that Light had a sense of honor for females, but was irritated with the fact his opponent happened to be a female. He even had evidence to support L's theory, now that Light tried to taunt Misora a few moments ago.

Light was slowly relying on his vampire speed and strength. He was so engrossed in defeating Misora, he didn't take notice that his control was slipping. The female had lasted much longer than he anticipated, and he was starting to panic.

The adolescent vampire rarely panicked, but he had the feeling that he was being cornered. And Light despised being cornered. It made him feel that they were closing in on him, to kill him off. He couldn't die, not now. He had so much to live up to, revenge for his family and then on the vampire court for dismissing his family's murder as if it was nothing. He couldn't die now!

Everything went red. Light didn't realize that he had finally lost his control. That he brutally swept his foot to trip her, nearly breaking the shin bones of her leg. That his eyes glowed brightly in crimson, that he had the look of a killer. That he had lost all his rational thought, and that he was intent to kill the female when he highly respected them for continuing the life cycle. Or that he had turned into the complete monster he was born to be.

Before he could tear his claws through Misora's flesh, one of the backup humans fired. Light screamed in pure agony as he fell to the side, a few feet away from the frightened female. It was at that moment Light realized how close he came to loosing himself. No, he did loose himself, and almost killed her.

Light let out another scream, not of his physical pain, but anguish. Misora stared at the distressed vampire in shock, just moments before his eyes were red and intent to kill her. Now he was staring at her in pure guilt, his eyes now the color of honey caramel.

"Naomi!" Raye ran to her side.

Misora stood up, she couldn't help but stare at the helpless creature that was just about ready to burst into tears. She couldn't help but feel terrible for the vampire. But Misora refrained to comfort him, she knew that deep down, he was responsible for the millions of deaths. He should have known that someone was bound to catch him soon. Misora just wished she didn't have to witness the vampire comprehend his sins.

"Does he want this vampire in jail, or does he have another plan in mind?" Raye asked softly.

"No, he has another plan in mind. But first we have to make sure he's asleep." Misora nodded, giving the vampire one last repulsive look before reaching for the needle in her jacket.

She had hoped she wouldn't have to use it, Misora planned to kick the vampire in the head to make things easier. But now that Light had been shot, she had no choice. The agent knelt down next to the vampire, aiming the point of the needle on a vein in his neck.

Light hissed in warning, baring his fangs. Even though he was down, he was frightened what they were going to do to him. And he didn't like the fact they were putting something into his body through a needle. A needle. Light was scared they were going to kill him with it.

"Relax. It's just to make you sleep." Misora sadly smiled.

The adolescent didn't believe her. He tried to squirm away, but his injured shoulder pressed on the floor made him groan in pain. All the while Light kept his gaze fixed on the female, baring his fangs with a low hiss.

"We're not going to kill you. It's to help ease your pain." The agent said in a soothing voice, running a hand through his hair.

Light tensed, she dared to touch him! In all his years, no human female dared to try and touch him! Yet here she was, running her delicate hand through his soft hair. It felt nice really. The vampire's body relaxed, not even caring for the needle anymore.

Taking her chance, Misora carefully entered the needle into the vampire's neck. Light didn't even notice the slight pinch that would have alarmed him. But by the time he realized what was going on he was already slipping into a dreamless sleep.

Mission accomplished, Misora stood up. She could feel her boyfriend's eyes on her with a mix of shock and admiration. He admired his fiancé for getting the job done, and shock for calming the vampire down enough not to notice the needle enter his neck.

"I'm surprised. That was the first time I've seen you comfort a target." Raye remarked calmly.

"It was the only way to effectively knock him out without forcing the needle into his neck." Misora pointed out.

L had to agree with her. Vampires were naturally afraid of needles, them being sharp and often held the scent of death. It was bound to be the only weapon that made a vampire shiver in fear. And L was no exception. Whenever Watari worried over the detective about sleep, the Elder slipped something through L's tea instead of the needle. It just seemed safer that way.

And now, L had the one responsible for the deaths of those going after the loner within his grasp. It may have taken ages (about five centuries) but it was worth it. His last instructions he gave Misora was to wait for someone to pick the loner up when she's finished. And she was a loyal agent, one of L's most trusted subordinates.

"Watari, prepare to pick up Raito Yagami. Or whoever he is." L shrugged off the last part.

"Yes, Master L." the Elder nodded, gathering his hat and coat. "I shall be back within half an hour at the latest, depends on the traffic."

L couldn't wait.

Death: This chap feels...too short. But it was all I was able to put into the first chap cuz then I'll spoil the plot. And I love~ keeping my readers guessing. For those of you who've been following L's Choice, you know exactly what I'm talking about. I'm an evil authoress with cliffes. In fact I'm a mix of L and B, I'm not sure which one I'm more like really.

Ok, there's some things that need to be cleared that I feel that hasn't been explained real well.

1) Light mentioned he came from the perfect bloodline. He means he was born into the perfect vampire family that was carefully formed from the best nobles seeking to create the perfect vampire. Light has the looks (of course), he has the strength, he has the speed, and he has god-like powers. This of course made him over confident with himself and that was one of the main reasons why he was caught.

2) Light's power. Well, to put it simply, he can control waves. Sound waves, energy waves, light waves, you name it. He can control all waves, possibly the ocean waves if he tried. He can even combine them to create deadly waves, that's how he can make people living the life and then EXPLODE! Yea, think of Zeus and his lightning bolts when Light uses his power. And when he uses his power to see, think of the current Batman series where he fights Manbat who uses hearing like sonar in order to see.

3) The fear of needles. I had to think of something that vampires would naturally be afraid of that the humans invented. I didn't want to use guns, that's just too obvious. Plus it was only used to knock some sense back into Light anyway in this chap. And then I thought about my own slight fear of needles. They're the easiest way to kill someone off whether it be used by drugs, or simply inserting an air bubble into the vein and give the person a heart attack. It was the perfect idea.

4) I'm sure everyone's curious about the title. You wanna know what "Shisou" means? Too bad so sad, I'm not going to say anything. Throughout most of this story I will keep dropping hints. The first one has already been done for you: it has something to do with Light's bloodline.

This story was at first intended as a one-shot. But now after completing and editing it, I thought I should give it a shot. But first...

I'd like your opinion. I know there's around a dozen or so of vampire fics of L and Light, but this one is different by far.

So please, click the Review button and tell me if I should continue this or not.