[ he wakes up, feeling weak, dizzy, and confused. and then - he remembers.

Near.

Near is barely clinging to his life, and it's Mello's fault, since Mello just sucked most of his blood out in a vampiric frenzy.

he blinks open his eyes, straining to turn his head and look at Near - who is still passed out, still breathing very shallowly and slowly, still not recovering from Mello's attack. blood has dried around the now-healed bite wound (although there are still fang-marks there), and the blood seems to have stopped at his mouth, but he can't be sure without sitting up. so he does, forcing himself to be strong and not faint again - he has to help Near, to save him. he has to fix this disaster he's caused. ]

Near.

[ his voice cracks as he says it, gently skimming his fingers over the bite wound and shivering, then moving to feel Near's fragile heartbeat in his chest. he murmurs again, feeling hot tears in his eyes. ]

Near.

[ Mello was in his room when his heart stopped.

He'd been just standing there, looking around, trying to find something to occupy his time with when he couldn't be around Near - Near, whom he missed terribly, but was unable to be with to due to his strange... craving.

And then, it happened.

He felt a flash of pain, felt himself hit the ground, and then...

...nothing.

Mello was dead.

A vampire had been born.

He opened his eyes, feeling new super-senses set in - he could see every detail in the carpet, every speck of dust, every thread and fiber of the material; he was acutely aware of every part of himself, where it was, what it was touching; and then, as he took his first breath in this new life, he could smell blood.

That was when the hunger set in.

He was hungry, starving, dying for it. He needed it, and fast.

Standing up easily with his newfound strength, he headed towards the exit of his room. There were no thoughts in his mind; just the raw instinct to hunt. Blood.


And that's what brings him to Near's room. ]

[ Mello just woke up, on Near's bed, his fingers still resting against the boy's throat. he blinks his eyes open and glances over at Near, but otherwise doesn't move. ]

[ Mello's just woke up. Near's lying beside him in the sweet-smelling candy-grass, still asleep. They're in the Wonka Room, which they had entered a few hours ago and ended up falling asleep after, well... making out furiously. Mello's still not sure what he feels or Near, and if these feelings are true or not... he'll just have to find out.

He looks around, then nudges the pink-haired boy's shoulder with a hand. ]

Hey, Near.

Wake up before the sheep come back.

[ Mello just finished taking a shower, and is now lying on his bed, back against the headboard, sifting through the pages of a book. He's wearing nothing but his low-riding leather pants, as he was too lazy to get completely dressed after getting out. No one's there, anyway, so it doesn't matter. He's got a bar of dark chocolate in one hand, which he takes a bite out of every so often. Soon, his blood will be filled with it and he'll smell and taste just like it. Mmm. ]