Rinoa: Konnichiwa everyone!
Gets rotten fruit thrown at her
Ok, I know I haven't been working on any of my stories, but I have a good excuse!
Takeru: Really? Raises an eyebrow
Rinoa: Err... yes...
Takeru: And what might that be?
Rinoa: ... I'm lazy.
Takeru: Falls to the floor That's a terrible excuse!
Rinoa: Lowers head in shame I know...
Takeru: What are you going to do?
Rinoa: I'm going to discontinue some and work on the ones I think are going somewhere.
Takeru: You're such a loser.
Rinoa: sighs I know...
Takeru: Want me to do the disclaimer.
Rinoa: Please do.
Takeru: I do not own digimon, I do not own some of the ideas from Hellsing, and Van Hellsing. If you do try to sue all you will get is a bunch of nothing because that's all she has...
Rinoa: Beautiful.
Takeru: Yep.
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Takeru-17
Ken- 18
Miyako - 18
Iori- 15
Daisuke- 17
Hikari- 17
Taichi- 20
Yamato - 20
Nozomi- vampire- looks 24, 567
Yutaka- werewolf- looks early thirties, 62
An eerie fog thickly enveloped the small, rural village as the darkness slowly took the day's light. The air was cool and the sky was overcast, and the only light penetrating the darkness is the full moon in the sky. The town rested quietly as the guardsman faithfully took his position at the town's gate. He climbed the watchtower and lit his bright lamp. He then took in his nightly chair where he would stay for the remainder of the night. Hours passed without a glimpse of trouble. It was an ordinary night for him. He watched as the day animals took to their homes while the nocturnal began their nightly hunts.
He was beginning to feel the sandman pull on his eyelids beaconing him to sleep... It wasn't until the unmistakable howl was heard that mad him burst into awareness. He looked toward the horizon, and there was a single werewolf. He let out the breath that he was holding, in slight relief in knowing that there as only one. He grabbed the rifle that was leaning against the wall. He emptied the normal shells and replaced them with shells that were made from silver. He aimed his barrel at the monster and waited for him to get into firing range.
The beast made its way forward, taking its time. When he finally neared the gates he stopped for some reason. He was close enough so the guard didn't care- less of a fight he would have to worry about later. As he was about take the shot he was disturbed by sounds coming from the horizon. He looked up and saw werewolves congregating together in large pacts. He gasped and backed away from the window. He quickly turned and made his way for the tower bell, so he could call for able men to fight the nightly creatures. He tightened his grip around the rope and was about to pull when-
"Terrifying, is it not?" Came a womanly voice from behind him.
The guard turned and found a young woman standing at the window. She was incredibly beautiful- her long ebony hair fell to her mid-back, with it tied near the bottom. Her unnatural red eyes seemed to glow in the dim light. A red kimono with black decretive flowers on the bottom of the skirt complimented her fair skin. When her eyes came upon him he had a strange reaction toward him. Not in a bad way, but in a way that made him relax. She smiled as she watched him out of the corner of her eye.
"Your a...a" He said, his words stumbling out of his mouth.
"A Demon, a child of the night, a monster?" She turned to him and slowly walked in his direction. She then placed her delicate hand on the back of his head, and stood up on her toes so her lips would reach his ears. In his ears she whispered, "A vampire?"
He reached for his chest and pulled out a crucifix holding it between her and him. She quickly took a step back and stared at the cross before her. She then smiled faintly and took the cross in her hand. "Cute, now what did you plan on doing with this?" Her hand started to smoke as she crushed the crucifix. "Now where was I?" She said cupping his cheek. "Oh, yes."
She tilted his head so his neck would be open. Then she licked his neck, feeling for the best place to start feeding. She smiled and let out a small laugh, allowing her fangs to show. Finally she sunk her fangs into his neck and felt as his body went limp. After she had her fill she let the body fall to the floor. She ran her thumb across her lips, wiping the blood away from her pale face. She left for the lookout window with her thumb in her mouth. Looking out the window she saw an army of twenty-three werewolves. She made eye contact with the obvious leader. She smiled faintly and signaled him to enter the village. The leader of the werewolf pack let out a howl and the werewolves began to climb over the gate.
"Beautiful, is it not?" The vampire said, turning to the lifeless body on the floor. "Oh, your no fun," she then said in mock disappointment.
A loud howl ripped through the air, and a sleeping couple awoke from their sleep.
"Jonas, what was that?" The woman asked turning to her husband.
"I don't know... Keep the children in the house." He ordered her as he left her side. He slipped his white robe on and grabbed his shotgun by his door. Before he ventured outside he looked at his gun. He then opened a drawer that was close by and pulled out silver shells and loaded his gun. ((A/N Forgive me, I know absolutely nothing about guns. So I don't have any idea what I'm talking about, so... yeah.)) He said a short prayer and left.
It was dark, and the fog did not help matters. He saw the lanterns of some other villagers who also came to investigate. He looked toward the watchtower and saw the lantern still burning bright. He cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled. "Andrew, what's going on?" He looked at the tower, waiting for a reply. Suddenly he heard movement from the tower. He was about to call Andrew's name again until he saw a body fly out of the tower and land at the base. Jonas ran toward the body and stopped as soon as he could make out who it was. "Andrew," he ran the rest of the way toward him to examine the body closer. He saw the bite mark on his neck and mentally cursed. "Vampires."
"Jonas," yelled a man who shortly joined him at his side. He looked down at the lifeless body and made the cross symbol. "God, our Almighty Father."
"What is it, Daniel?" Jonas asked.
"What's happening?"
"It seems we've got ourselves a vampire."
"And the howling?"
"It did not come alone;" Jonas's head shot up when he heard a noise in the bushes by the gate's wall. That's when he noticed the stream of werewolves climbing down the gate's wall. "Shit," He turned where all the other lanterns had gathered and he called out to them. "Werewolves! Fill your guns with silver!" He aimed and shot a werewolf that was climbing down the wall.
A few other villagers joined him and Daniel and some retreated back to their homes. They opened fire on the wolves hitting some, but missing most. The werewolves dodged their attempts to kill them easily.
"We can't take much more of this!" Yelled a voice.
"We have to keep it away from the houses!" Yelled another.
The wolves finally reached them, and all order broke at that moment. People were running for their vain lives, as they were slowly picked off and torn to shreds.
"Take shelter, secure your homes," Jonas then yelled retreating with the rest. A few wolves tried to take him, but he blew them away before they got a chance. He reached his house and banged on the door. "MaryAnn, open the door," he yelled, calling for his wife.
"Jonas?" He heard his wife call back.
"Open the door!" He glanced to his side and saw a wolf turn the corner of his house. "Wait," he pointed his gun at the beast and fired. He hit the werewolf square in the shoulder. That didn't stop him but gave him enough time to reload and fire again this time hitting the werewolf in the chest. "MaryAnn?"
The door then slightly opened and MaryAnn peeked outside. "Oh, Jonas," she flung herself into his arms only to be rushed inside seconds later.
Now inside Jonas locked the door behind him. He made his way toward the center rug and kicked it aside, revealing a trap door.
"Daddy?" Came a small voice. Jonas looked toward the hallway and found his young daughter and his younger son in tow.
Jonas opened the trap door. "Get inside."
"What's going on?"
"Sweetheart, please."
His daughter obeyed her instructions, but first received a hug and kiss from her father. He signaled for his son "now take care of your mother and sister, all right?"
"All right," the boy answered innocently.
Jonas finally kissed his wife and watched her descend. "Cover yourself with a strong sent... I love you, all of you." Jonas closed the door behind them and covered it up. He then secured all the windows of his house and waited.
The vampire passed through the bloody dirt path counting the naked men, suffering from bullet shots. "7, 8, 9..." her attention was brought by a gunshot and a werewolf flying through a glass window. The werewolf began to take the form of a human girl. "10... Well, this is disappointing." She watched as a man emerged from the window with his shotgun firmly in hand. "Well, well, well he managed to live." She watched as he gained sight of her, he pulled out a cross that he was wearing and held his ground. "Hmm," she slowly began to walk toward him, and he slowly began to back away. "Yutaka," she called out loudly, and a few seconds later a werewolf came to her side. "Yutaka, bring that man to me, but don't bite," she said teasingly.
Yutaka turned toward his target and approached him slowly. The man drew his gun and aimed; he fired the shot but Yutaka dodged easily. Yutaka tackled his prey and grabbed him by his collar. Fighting was futile, as the man was no match for the brute strength of his captor. He dropped the man before his master and took his place by her side.
"Tell me, what is your name?" She asked him, casually.
"Like I would tell you demon!" He said raiding his gun to her face.
The vampire reached for his barrel and bent it with ease. "Oh look, it broke..." She watched as he discarded his weapon and stood straight before her. "Now, what was your name?"
"Jonas..."
"Mmm, Jonas, that is a strong name." She then placed her hand on his shoulder and circled around him. Before speaking again she wrapped her arms around his neck and began whispering in his ears. "I am impressed with you, Jonas. I watched you take out five of my werewolves."
"Seven"
"Hmm"
"I killed seven." Jonas could fill his heart racing and the arrival of more werewolves that were now circling them made it accelerate faster.
The vampire let out a quiet laugh. "Even better. Your strong, I could use someone like... What do you say?"
"I'd die first."
"That could be arranged," she replied quickly. "Think about: your life would be extended greatly, your strength, speed, agility all elevated to the max."
"And live my life serving you, I'll pass."
"It's either that, or I could give you to my dogs."
"I choose... neither. I'd rather roast in Hell then be slain by your puppets or even worse become on of them." Jonas then pulled out a dagger that he had been hiding in his shirt and the vampire that had her arms around him raised an eyebrow as she watched his movements. He pushed the dagger and ran it through his heart. He held on a few moments before passing and the vampire dropped his body.
"Pity..." She looked to the sky and saw that it was beginning to gray. "All right boys, it is time to go. Playtime is over." She then turned and left, leaving a trail of blood and carnage.
In a large gothic room dimly lit by candles large portraits decorate the dark walls, portraying cold faces that give off a sense of death and tragedy. Near the back of the room was a set of stairs with red carpets thrown over that gave a sense of elegance. At the top of these stairs was an old Victorian couch, and on that couch was a slender woman, no older than twenty-five, lying in a comfortable position. Above her was her own self-portrait. It showed her on her couch wearing a white gown and diamonds. Her dark hair was bounded up and was decorated by Babies Breath.
"Yutaka," she called out, her voice echoing through the empty room. She waited a few minutes before a tall man approached her. He had dark brown hair and green eyes; his hair was short and slightly spiked around the edges. He wore a tight black shirt and long black pants. Before he reached the stairs he kneeled, keeping his head down.
"Yes, Nozomi?"
"Your performance last night was appalling... We lost twelve werewolves last night in what should have been a simple feeding."
"Yes, well-"
"Do not interrupt me!" Nozomi snapped. "Your forces are growing weak, Yutaka. How can you expect to be strong if you lose your people by simply feeding?
"It is hard to find suitable candidates, my lady, trust me I'm trying but-"
"No buts Yutaka... Since your werewolf army represents me, I will assist you." Nozomi sat up and stared at the man below her. "Come, sit" she said patting a space beside her. Yutaka did as she commanded and took the seat. "Now, as you know, the world we live in is not the only one, correct?"
"Yes, I believe we are closely connected to the dark world, Lartis. But how could those beings help us, none are human there."
"That is correct, they are all digimon in that world, but beyond them there is another and countless more... I have spoken to a powerful digimon recently who resides there. He told me about a place called earth that is similar to are own. A place where other humans live. He then told me about special children there that he has kept an eye on for some time. They are called the digidestends, and each one of them holds a desirable trait that each one represents the most. Most seemed worthless, but some would add a great advantage to our side."
"Who are they?"
"Let us see... What were their names again? Daisuke, the wielder of courage, Iori, the wielder of Intelligence, and Ken, the wielder of... kindness."
"Kindness? How would that help us?"
"He told me that he had a dark past that we may be able to manipulate to our advantage."
"Do you want me to seek them, my lady?"
"... No," she rose from her seat and headed down the stairs. "I can not trust you to do it right, so I'll do it myself... Besides, it is easier for me to pass between dimensions."
"My lady?"
"I will be back shortly. I will want fresh blood for me to drink when I return," and with that she left.
Rinoa: Ok, that's chapter one.
Takeru: Wait, so let me get this straight. Right now the story is in a different world from mine?
Rinoa: Yep.
Takeru: And it's connected to Lartis? What's Lartis? It sounds like some kind of scary food.
Rinoa: Yes, and read to find out and also isn't it obvious.
Takeru: Ok...
Rinoa: Read and Review please! Or Rinoa will cry. Flame, correct, praise, anything just review. I need it to keep going.