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Eternity is a Harsh Nemesis
By Kyoko_Jyou
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Authors Note: Here's KJ's attempt in writing a Vampire Jyou fic (I loved the idea of those). It's probably the last you'd see of my for a very long time since College will be partaking my time for the rest of the September-October period, what with all the productions we'd be filming soon (I'm 18, on my third year in College, vying for a Baccalaureate in Communication Arts while juggling the Features Editorship of our Campus Magazine- and yes, that was NOT a gag!). I promise to resume work for Dark Trine, Tears in Icy Water, The Twisted Tails of the Fox King, Comatose Dreams (yes, I will continue CD), maybeeven another installment in the Gomamon's Little Disaster series. Please review these and anything else I write. Your reviews would certainly keep me sane in those long harsh weeks of pre/mid/post-production stress.
But enough about me. On with the Fic!
Disclaimer: Digimon, Digital Monsters will not be mine for the rest of the Millenium as it hasn't been before... Believe it... or not.
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I remember the feeling as if it was my last.
It should have been, anyway.
The warm, piercing bite of a flame piercing through my chest. I can still feel my lungs burn, a fatal flaw on my carnal existence slowly draining away the precious essence of life from each and every vein I possesed.
How anybody could forget that is beyond me, considering that most people I knew who'd been through the 'attack' have either died instantly or died somewhat slowly and agonizingly.
I was unfortunate enough to have gone through the slow and agonizing variety... but I cannot fail to imagine that I should be asleep now, immovable under the tight bossom of the Earth where my body lays rotting and my soul awaiting Judgement Day.
Now I wait for that dreaded hour with my eyes wide open, my flesh intact, and my mind as conscious of the passing of the day and the night as a lone sundial on an uncovered mall parking lot.
It has been a year since I have felt my own blood gush through these arteries of mine. I don't even have a damn heart beat. Yet why, you ask, am I still alive?
If should, I must play you as a lowly fool for not seeing what is so obvious.
I am a Vampire.
And my name Jyou Kido.
~*~
Jyou looked up to see a white ceiling over him, the entire room bathed in a flourescent light.
"I see you're already recovering" A familiar voice whispered.
It was Koushiro.
"Kou... shiro... what happened?"
Jyou tried to feel his arms, realizing that they were connected to an IV tube, a cardiogram bleeping incesantly on the background.
"Jyou... you won't believe this but... you were clinically dead for over twelve hours now."
"How'd that... happen? I can remember... the asthma attack... everything... turning black..." Jyou quivered anxiously.
"Easy, Jyou. You shouldn't try to move."
"Jyou tried to focus his vision, impaired by the loss of his glasses.
Or were they?
He could see perfectly right now.
Perfectly.
He could see the dextrose.
Something strange was floating within it's transparent container.
A black ooze...
"What's... that?"
"It's the only thing sustaining you right now... but I can't tell you what it is..."
"Tell... me..."
"I... can't..."
"TELL ME!" Jyou jumped out from the bed, his arms tugging on Jyou's collar. A weird strenght filled him. Koushiro's eyes trembled at the sight. This was expected, but he dreaded that it was so.
Jyou felt just a strange.
He felt something missing in rage.
A fatal flaw of his whenever he gave in to anger.
A heart beat.
The thump-thump-thumpin' of his ticker was gone.
It was a strange feeling really... as if blood has been drained away from your veins, replaced by some other liquid which was not quite the same.
"Koushiro, what in heaven's name did you do?"
Koushiro had trembled into the floor.
"Jyou... you must understand... this was for your own good..."
"WHAT DID YOU DO!"
"We performed a Digital hematic transfusion. Please, calm yourself!" Ken enters, trying to stop Jyou from attacking his upperclassman.
"Ken, you bastard! You should know that meddling with Digimon DNA is simply saking for trouble!"
"You would have DIED!"
Jyou kept silent.
"Now please calm down. All we did was follow your thesis. We had no choice..."
"My thesis was never meant to be followed Ken. I told you that!"
"But have you forgotten what you had said oh so many years before- that science was meant to save lives! You have laid for us the greatest life-saver of them all!"
"Vampirism is not life, Ken."
"You've always been such a pessimist."
"And you've always been a derranged evil genius."
"Flattery will get you nowhere Jyou."
~*~
Please R+R
A question... why do so many people make vampire Jyou stories? Is there a reason to believe that he is actually a vampire?
Eternity is a Harsh Nemesis
By Kyoko_Jyou
~*~
Authors Note: Here's KJ's attempt in writing a Vampire Jyou fic (I loved the idea of those). It's probably the last you'd see of my for a very long time since College will be partaking my time for the rest of the September-October period, what with all the productions we'd be filming soon (I'm 18, on my third year in College, vying for a Baccalaureate in Communication Arts while juggling the Features Editorship of our Campus Magazine- and yes, that was NOT a gag!). I promise to resume work for Dark Trine, Tears in Icy Water, The Twisted Tails of the Fox King, Comatose Dreams (yes, I will continue CD), maybeeven another installment in the Gomamon's Little Disaster series. Please review these and anything else I write. Your reviews would certainly keep me sane in those long harsh weeks of pre/mid/post-production stress.
But enough about me. On with the Fic!
Disclaimer: Digimon, Digital Monsters will not be mine for the rest of the Millenium as it hasn't been before... Believe it... or not.
~*~
I remember the feeling as if it was my last.
It should have been, anyway.
The warm, piercing bite of a flame piercing through my chest. I can still feel my lungs burn, a fatal flaw on my carnal existence slowly draining away the precious essence of life from each and every vein I possesed.
How anybody could forget that is beyond me, considering that most people I knew who'd been through the 'attack' have either died instantly or died somewhat slowly and agonizingly.
I was unfortunate enough to have gone through the slow and agonizing variety... but I cannot fail to imagine that I should be asleep now, immovable under the tight bossom of the Earth where my body lays rotting and my soul awaiting Judgement Day.
Now I wait for that dreaded hour with my eyes wide open, my flesh intact, and my mind as conscious of the passing of the day and the night as a lone sundial on an uncovered mall parking lot.
It has been a year since I have felt my own blood gush through these arteries of mine. I don't even have a damn heart beat. Yet why, you ask, am I still alive?
If should, I must play you as a lowly fool for not seeing what is so obvious.
I am a Vampire.
And my name Jyou Kido.
~*~
Jyou looked up to see a white ceiling over him, the entire room bathed in a flourescent light.
"I see you're already recovering" A familiar voice whispered.
It was Koushiro.
"Kou... shiro... what happened?"
Jyou tried to feel his arms, realizing that they were connected to an IV tube, a cardiogram bleeping incesantly on the background.
"Jyou... you won't believe this but... you were clinically dead for over twelve hours now."
"How'd that... happen? I can remember... the asthma attack... everything... turning black..." Jyou quivered anxiously.
"Easy, Jyou. You shouldn't try to move."
"Jyou tried to focus his vision, impaired by the loss of his glasses.
Or were they?
He could see perfectly right now.
Perfectly.
He could see the dextrose.
Something strange was floating within it's transparent container.
A black ooze...
"What's... that?"
"It's the only thing sustaining you right now... but I can't tell you what it is..."
"Tell... me..."
"I... can't..."
"TELL ME!" Jyou jumped out from the bed, his arms tugging on Jyou's collar. A weird strenght filled him. Koushiro's eyes trembled at the sight. This was expected, but he dreaded that it was so.
Jyou felt just a strange.
He felt something missing in rage.
A fatal flaw of his whenever he gave in to anger.
A heart beat.
The thump-thump-thumpin' of his ticker was gone.
It was a strange feeling really... as if blood has been drained away from your veins, replaced by some other liquid which was not quite the same.
"Koushiro, what in heaven's name did you do?"
Koushiro had trembled into the floor.
"Jyou... you must understand... this was for your own good..."
"WHAT DID YOU DO!"
"We performed a Digital hematic transfusion. Please, calm yourself!" Ken enters, trying to stop Jyou from attacking his upperclassman.
"Ken, you bastard! You should know that meddling with Digimon DNA is simply saking for trouble!"
"You would have DIED!"
Jyou kept silent.
"Now please calm down. All we did was follow your thesis. We had no choice..."
"My thesis was never meant to be followed Ken. I told you that!"
"But have you forgotten what you had said oh so many years before- that science was meant to save lives! You have laid for us the greatest life-saver of them all!"
"Vampirism is not life, Ken."
"You've always been such a pessimist."
"And you've always been a derranged evil genius."
"Flattery will get you nowhere Jyou."
~*~
Please R+R
A question... why do so many people make vampire Jyou stories? Is there a reason to believe that he is actually a vampire?