Welcome to an alternate universe where worlds collide, telepathic bonds are forged by love for some mysterious reason, and the Autobots are revered as gods. Just suppose there were 10 DigiDestined instead of 8, and that their goal was to promote peace and harmony between the human and Digital worlds. Hopefully this story can also raise awareness of why we must NEVER judge someone for being different or seeming weird in some way. And just so you know, there will be a sequel. Now then...shall be begin?

Prologue

The young Digimon arose from his slumber at the fall of night. When the moon rose, so did he...to bask in the darkness of night...to smile at the welcoming of the creatures of the night...and to terrify and feed upon the blood of the living. Yet so beautiful was he, so seductive, so intelligent, so charming...that he could not be resisted. His pale blue skin seemed to shimmer in the moonlight, his hair was of gold, his lips lavender, and his eyes glistened and gleamed like two blue orbs of crystal. His name...was Myotismon.

Beautiful, intelligent and charming as he was, Myotismon was feared by all...humans and Digimon alike...and sadly, feared to the point of hatred and rejection.

His troubles had began at the very early age of three, when he was was but a Bakemon. Being vampires themselves, his father, GranDracmon, and mother, Lilith, were also pursued by those who gave into their fear and hatred. They were traveling to find a safe place to stay, but the Locomon they were riding was attacked by hunters! In the terrible chaos, the little Digimon was separated from his dear parents and forced to wander about the Digital World. He had no idea of what to do or who to turn to for help!

It seemed that fortune smiled on him when shortly after his painful loss, a kind Imperialdramon found him and brought him to the capital of the Digital World, File City. There the little Digimon was raised at a special training school for Digimon...and it was here that he managed to Digivolve earlier than anyone had expected! Mentors also discovered that the young Digimon had a very high IQ and was very eager to learn things!

But this happiness did not last, for after his evolution, there were many students who took a disliking to him. "What chance do you have at living a normal life?" a Biyomon asked one time, "You're a VAMPIRE, for crying out loud!" Then the little bird and his friends proceeded to laugh in a mocking way. "SILENCE!" snapped Imperialdramon, "I will have NONE of that in MY academy!" This was not the first time he had done so. There had been several times when Imperialdramon would catch his students putting Myotismon down, and he would get very angry. Despite his scoldings and punishments, however...the message never really seemed to sink in to the brains of Myotismon's tormentors.

"My boy..." Imperialdramon once said, "Please...do not listen to those brats. I cannot understand their immaturity. Every Digimon is unique in some way...you included. You must seek and pursue whatever it is you would like to do...and let NO ONE tell you otherwise." Little Myotismon smiled. "Thanks, teacher. I WILL do that! And as a matter of fact...I DO have an idea of what I'd like to do!"

The young Digimon began to save what money he could. And when he reached the age of 500, he took all that he had saved and told his mentor that he was going to Atlantis in the human world. "They have an amazing university there. It sounds like a WONDERFUL place to put my intelligence to the test!" he explained. "Why, that sounds fantastic, my boy!" Imperialdramon exclaimed, "And you ARE a very intelligent Digimon. I'm sure it will be a great learning experience for you! Go forth and have a good time!"

So, disguised as a human and under the name of Michael Jefferson, Myotismon was able to get into the University of Atlantis. For four years, he put his eagerness to learn at work, studying grammar, theater, singing, and even culinary arts. But when the time came for graduation, Myotismon claimed that no, he did not wish to do so yet. "Normally, students may absolutely loathe the hard work, long study hours, and homework." he explained, "But as for me...I've always had such a fondness for learning. I cannot explain why. But...well...I have it. So I would simply like to stay a while longer and...learn about a few more things." So another four years went by, with studies of technology, drama, science, and medicine.

The amazing thing was that Myotismon always got the best grades among all his fellow students. Some were rather jealous, but others were amazed. When graduation rolled around again, Myotismon was ready this time. At the ceremony, along with all the degrees he'd earned, he was given a certificate for students on Honor Roll. "If I could, I would say how much of a treat it has been to be able to learn here." Myotismon declared, "Unfortunately, I cannot find words to express it. But I can indeed say that I thank those who took me in here and have mentored me...and it is my hope that there will be others who have amazed you as I have."

But amid the applause, there was spite. A few jealous students had sneaked in the means to play a cruel trick on Myotismon. And suddenly, before he knew what was happening, his rivals each pulled out a pail of water and threw it at him! Rather than laughs, however, shocked cries came up from the audience as Myotismon coughed and sputtered.

Then shock was changed to sheer terror. The blow of the water had been so strong, it had washed off the flesh-colored make-up which Myotismon wore. And in his confusion, he had accidentally spat out the fake human teeth which he wore. Now everyone could clearly see pale blue skin and sharp, white fangs! "Hey! That's no human! That's a vampire!" one of the deans cried out! Screams filled the auditorium as everyone raced like mad to get out...leaving Myotismon standing there, stunned...and all alone. It was eerily still with the terrible quiet of loneliness, something Myotismon had not known for a time. But now, it had come back. Sadly, Myotismon gathered up his degrees and award...and headed back to the Digital World.

Alone in the File City training school, Myotismon sat and wondered: why did all this have to happen? First, he and his parents had been in danger and then parted from each other all because others were afraid of them. Then other Digimon students had to be cruel to him all because of what he was. And now, things had seemed to sort of get back to normal...then just like that, everyone at the University of Atlantis had discovered the truth about Myotismon and run off in fear. Why were others so quick to assume that all vampires were savages who needed to be avoided and destroyed? And to top it off, whatever else could go wrong?

BAM! A gym ball struck Myotismon in the side. Then his eardrums were bombarded by the sound of loud, mocking laughter from some other Digimon. "Well, look who came back: Old Fang Face!" sneered an Angemon. "Get a nice degree in killing?! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" laughed Biyomon, who was now a Birdramon. "Aww, we're so sorry about what happened to you...NOT!" teased a Pixiemon.

More laughter.

Now Angemon glared. "Listen, monster!" he said nastily, "We've made it clear that we don't want you around! Your kind is a danger to us, and if you can't accept that, you're nothing but a moron!"

Myotismon was stunned and looked as if he was about to cry. Angemon noticed this and took it as an opportunity for more teasing. "Oh, are you gonna cry now?" he asked mockingly. "Wanna cry for Mommy?" Pixiemon put in. "Well, go on, crybaby. Go ahead and cry for us!" cried Birdramon, who then proceeded to fake cry. The other Digimon bullies joined in with the fake crying, which was followed by more hurtful laughter.

Then...Myotismon felt the sadness melting away little by little...and being replaced with a feeling of rage and hatred. It was boiling inside him like a flame...and as we know, a tiny flame can quickly become a raging blaze. And finally...it happened!

With a loud scream of rage, Myotismon became engulfed in a dark aura and released a huge, powerful shock wave of dark power, sending his tormentors flying and screaming in terror and pain and leveling the whole school! "I HATE ALL OF YOU!" he roared! As he did, another shock wave came out, damaging the whole city! Digimon were running for shelter and screaming in terror!

Finally, when all was calm, the victims looked upon their attacker. Myotismon's eyes burned with rage as he looked down on them! "If there are any who are monsters, it is YOU!" he cried furiously, "My parents and I did nothing to you, and you treat me as I am nothing but rubbish! You will all pay for this...ALL OF YOU! I SWEAR IT!"

Before anyone could do anything, Myotismon swiftly flew away and was not heard of for a long time. In this absence of his, he had traveled to the region of Kaon on Cybertron, the realm of the gods. Kaon was where the Decepticons, or dark gods, resided. And their master, Megatron, had an academy for villainy. He was quite fond of Myotismon right away, and was amazed at how Myotismon surpassed all the other students.

Over time, however, Myotismon's lust for power became so great, that he somehow managed to overthrow Megatron and take over the academy. During his reign here, he started a special training program for vampires. His best student was Count Dracula himself...and the WORST student was Edward Cullen, who was expelled after a VERY short time!

Finally, Myotismon vanished from the academy and was not known to be seen there again. He spent much time in the main dwelling of the dark gods: the dreaded Realm of the Condemned. There, he would gather power from the darkness and in time became one with darkness itself. This seemed all the better to him, for the more pain he could cause those who scorned him, the better! And would anyone be spared? Not a chance! Myotismon trusted no one. He did not believe that ANYONE could ever love him. Surely there was no one who could love a vampire like him, right?

Actually...wrong. As you are about to see...there was one...