You should’ve heeded the first warning sign when things started happening. Whenever you returned from either hunting poor souls to eat or be bored half to death at Vampire Council meetings you were forced to attend due to pureblood status to the quiet of your apartment, there’d be black hairs seemingly neatly placed in places you’d see.

Then it escalated to things subtly being shifted around, the intruder not even bothering to hide their scent at this point. You were furious and paranoid. Perhaps a hunter had finally found you. It didn’t smell like another vampire.

Unfortunately, you decided on leaving the area a little too late.

You found it odd to wake at 3PM. You usually slept soundly during day. When you sat up in bed with a yawn, you saw the foot of your bed’s curtains opened, with sunlight leaking through and a strange, tall and freaky looking man biting his thumb as he stared at you in the safety of the sun’s rays. The intruder.

Unbeknownst to you, L had taken an interest in you after monitoring your town for a case, enchanted by your odd nightlife until he’d eventually clocked you were a vampire— despite being in denial at first. He didn’t think they’d existed until you proved him wrong. Unfortunately for you, now that he’d been watching you and toying with you for weeks, he’d decided you were too interesting to just.. let you roam free. Worry not, he’d already made sure the enclosure he’d had made was suited perfectly for you. Dreams of escape were only that. Dreams.