Author’s Note: Hello again! This is my first Death Note fanfiction. I’m really excited, and thank you, all the fans of my previous stories and my ongoing stories as well! Back to Behind The Curtain, I decided to write this story as a confusing fairy-tale like sort of scene. I think the relationship that L and Light have is completely beautiful, but most people misinterpret it. My story is completely out of character.

Thank you, and enjoy. Oh, in my next story, I’m gonna have prostitutes or transvesites.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Death Note.

A pasty, dark haired boy stumbled forward, pulled out along the lines of slaves by a burly man in all grey clothing. He had long forgotten his name, his previous master had simply called him ‘L,’ so when business men in their suits that seemed too starched and too stiff to not be considered cardboard came to examine him the line he was taught to say was,

“I am called ‘L.’ Please thoroughly consider buying me, even though I am unworthy of your greatness.” L sighed inwardly as he drolly watched lines of men inspecting the teeth, gentiles and physical capabilities of each slave.

As he sighed again something caught his eyes, the ones that would normally be cast down were locked into by that of someone who seemed to be a teenaged boy. He was advancing L quickly, pointing.

“I want this one. How much money does it cost?” It was common not to be referred to by people as people. He was a beast after all. Not many knew what breed of being he was on this planet infested with Vampires, Liken, Faries, and Magicians and other completely strange breeds. L’s breed was the lowest. Vampire. He had been caught and placed into slavery before he was even old enough to even hunt on his own.

“One fifty.” He winced at the lowness of his price as the money was counted out and handed to the man and L was unchained, “A collar, sir?”

From the selection, the teen picked out the thinnest, a black strap with rounded studs implanted on them.

It was tightened around L’s neck and he almost choked. The collar was tight enough to cut off his breathing until he realized he was being dragged away by the boy. He was being dragged to get clothing, he was naked after all.

After being given a pair of loose fitting jeans, white tennis shoes, and a white long sleeve shirt he was quickly removed from the building.

L struggled to keep up with his master, the teenaged boy that had neither spoke hide nor hair to him, only about him. It was rather depressing, given his previous master. The old woman had kept him around because she was a botanist, specializing in poisonous plants and flowers. She had died of cancer though, and laughed, saying as she disappeared from the earth that she would have much rather be a vampire. It is well known that vampires cannot die unless their master truly wishes it upon them. It is well known that a vampire cannot survive with out a master for very long. The contract signed when you became a pet was in blood, and you shared the blood of the person who bought you.

Moments after leaving the building a small car drove up to them and L’s master bid him to get into the car with a hand motion. Now, L was a great slave. He had picked up on everything that they had ever tried to teach him about being a slave, how he was to address his owner, what he should do if his master wished for ‘pleasures,’ and things on that matter.

He didn’t get into the car as his master bid; he just stood looking at the door. His master had walked around the side of the car, leaving his new slave to stand there dumbly.

After a few moments he glared at his new slave, “Get into my car.”

That was all L had wanted. Acknowledgement. For the man that bought him to know that he had bought a living thing, a creature that could kill him if he wished. There was another way for a vampire to die. If a vampire got the gumption to kill his master, he could do so, but would die in return. But if the master wished to become a vampire himself, he and his slave would be eternally together.

Authors Note: It was weird, but its only starting I promise. :