Hello! Been a while, yes? Sorry 'bout that, I just haven't had the "urge", ya know? But I thought it'd be a nice Christmas present to update for you guys, let you know that I still think of this story almost every night as I'm trying to sleep. It's just hard to make things progress while not being boring, and I've been pondering how to go about it. Hopefully, all that thinking won't go to waste! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: This is the last one, don't own, don't sue.

Warning: Also the last one, there will be violence, foul language, blood, supernatural and occult themes, and boy on boy relationships. Most likely, nothing more than making out will be described in detail, if even that. If it does, I'll warn you.

Light blinked into consciousness.

He tried to make his eyes focus, which was difficult due to the blinding white quality of the room he was in. He tried to lift his head so he could observe something other than the ceiling, but found the movement painful, like his head was filled with spiky marbles. He wondered if he was dead, if L had simply killed him on the spo -

That's right.

L!

Light's head shot up, the pain not even registering in the nerve center of his brain as everything froze.

L sat in front of him, eyes dead set on Light's.

So, he really was alive.

Kira screamed.

"L."

"Kira."

Light sent him a dirty look. "I suppose its no use denying it. What are you doing here?"

L smiled, ice covering his gaze. "I have always been here."

"Wha -"

"Before you begin asking senseless questions, allow me to simply answer them," he picked at a loose thread on his jeans, finally freeing Light from their staring death-match. "I hate to tell this to people, because they already have their own impressions of the word, due to the twisting and turning of media and folklore, but to put it bluntly, I am a vampire."

Light opened his mou-

"Shut up."

Light glared at him, itching for his pen again.

"The reason you could not kill me with the Death Note is because I cannot be killed. The reason I am alive is because I am immortal," he leaned in close, narrowing his eyes, curling his lip. "And that is why you are alive as well."

Light blinked in puzzlement.

L sighed at his sudden inability to process things. "I cannot convict you of being Kira because the only reason I was able to confirm it was because I am not human. I cannot reveal you without revealing myself as well, which wouldn't matter since my claim would not hold up in court anyway."

Light though for a moment, and agreed. So, he was safe? "What am I doing here then?"

"Consider yourself under permanent confinement."

He held up his wrist.

Light's wide, wide eyes followed it to the floor, hoping against hope that it would somehow just end next to the leg of the chair, but followed its curve as it snaked across the floor, leading up and up to his own hand.

He just stared at it. It fit perfectly over the scar of the old one.

"Why?"

L relaxed back into his seat, moodily glaring. "Because I can't kill you."

Light scoffed. "Why, because of 'justice'? If I were caught, I'd be sentenced to death, so there's really no difference."

"I didn't win."

This time, Light looked at him as if he were stupid.

"If I were anyone else, I'd be dead now. I didn't win, so you're alive. However." He smirked, sitting back a bit farther; smug. "Because I'm not anyone else, you didn't win either. I'm still alive," He sat back, his demeanor darkening once again. "It's a draw."

Light sat back now too, crossing his arms. "Resulting in this? A punishment for the both of us?"

L's eyes sparkled at the comment. "Oh no, Light Yagami, this is your punishment, I have done nothing wrong other than being unable to convict you properly. This is my reward for finding you out regardless," another smile cracked his face, this one wide and driving mad glee into his gaze. "Kira, I get to watch you die."

"W-What?"

L actually chuckled at this. "I will remain the same. I am going agelessly watch you grow old, lose your youthful glow, become sickly, and finally face the fate of every human being. I am going to be handcuffed to you on your deathbed."

Light backed into his seat, grabbing his wrist. "I thought you were going to, you know, make me one too. A vampire."

L cocked his head; mocking. "Do you think it would be a good idea to make the worst disease of all time immortal?"

Light bristled at the comment. "I am not a disease, L. I am justice. I bring fairness to the world, which is what you do too. We both fight for the same cause. We're the same."

"No."

It's was Light's turn to smile, to ridicule. "Oh, what, do you think your form of 'justice' was any better? You sent people to their deaths, too. I just took care of things myself."

"Do you think I'm so naïve as to believe in justice anymore?"

Light looked up now, thrown off in mid-rant.

"I have lived for too long to believe in fairy-tales like that. I say I fight for justice so people will let me do as I please. It's just the best way to pass the years."

"But - then, if it's just a hobby, then why take it this far? Why keep me here like this? Why does having a draw matter?"

L chewed his thumb.

"I believe I've said that I hate to lose."

SO MUCH DIALOGUE!! Has anyone caught on that I SUCK at dialogue? I hope this wasn't boring, I'm hoping to implement my new writing technique in the next chap, but it was simply impossible with this one. Let me know how I did!