Author's Note: Another Myo-fan story is here! With some new characters, old ones, and new locations and story plots! The sequel to In The End is finally here! This time, the story starts to turn to a more darker twist (and plot) ...I know this chapter sounds... really corny, but I think this will be better than the previous story (It'll get better in the next couple chatpers I PROMISE!)

OH... and one more thing: there's like... this dead person telling the story. Yeah I know -- weird! But I thought this story needed some sort of 'story teller' to it...

DISCLAIMER: I don't own digimon (Duh!) The only thing I own are Kyle and her family. Oh, and also the 'dream' people.

story is also rated for: Horror, Angst, Language, and Fantasy

The sequel to In The End II: The Darkness of Reality: In The End III: The Veil of Evil, is now up!

Chapter One:

A Tale Most Foul

"Don't leave me in the dark..." -- Kyle

Yes... Let me tell you a story. This isn't your average fairy tale -- yes, this is a fairy tale. A very dark fairy tale, where two men are fighting for a love of their lives. And this love? This is no ordinary love, which you might think that it consists of a beautiful princess -- no. This is just a girl, but a very special girl, who guards and hides a very powerful item. Now... you say who am I? Why... I am just some lowly, but dead soul, telling you a tale. A tale, with a vampire lord, a young man, a dark girl... a tale most foul!

No one has kept track of how long since everything happened, but I have... it's been -- what? Around three... or four years perhaps? All I know is, is that this happens about a year after the digidestined children have defeated that horrid creature that hails himself to be MaloMyotismon -- but, before he has become that monster, Oikawa has watched her: his love. Yes, I know that Oikawa's body was possessed by the vampire lord, Myotismon's spirit, but... he had never forgotten her. Every since that day where the digidestined destroyed him... his love had never left his mind. The thought of her kept haunting him. Why has he not forgotten her? She was just a punk girl who was holding power inside herself. Wasn't that just all he cared about? At times, with Oikawa's body, he would secretly go to her world... and watch her from a distance. She would just carry on with her usual quiet life, but never knowing that he was watching her... waiting...

He couldn't always see her though, his spirit was often thwarted by Oikawa's soul; trying to reclaim his own body back. And then again... there were the digidestined children... yes. They made it harder for him to go see his love every now and then, but when his spirit -- his mind grew stronger... he stopped watching her... seeing her... and when he has deceased as MaloMyotismon... he had to wait... and wait... until his soul grew stronger again. And then... and then, he would go to her world, and carry out a plan that he has so wanted to go forth with. He couldn't wait any longer... he was going now... and... no one will stop him from finding his powers... and his love.

He had to wait for a long time, for his soul was just too weak to go find her. He waited... until his soul was strong enough... to become Myotismon once again. He knew, that in order to find his love, he would have to travel from the Digital World to her world, the real world. The world where humans thought that digimon and fantasy were all just some part of television... but they were wrong. They were so very wrong... Myotismon thought very carefully about his plans for that world. He didn't want to cause an uproar... not just yet, at least... just until he could find her and those powers. The powers that would make him invincible once again.

One day, on a day where the clouds hid the sun beneath themselves; on this gloomy, gray day... Myotismon approached her home. Fear and excitement were running through his body. A couple beads of sweat were lingering on his forehead. His powers within his soul were strong enough to make him digivolve back to his ultimate form: Myotismon. He loved that form after all, women adored and admire in awe as he would walk by them. His blond hair seemed to glimmer in the moonlight, and having three large strands in front of his face like that... made him even more beautiful looking. His blue suit made him look like a strong leader; a powerful vampire that people should respect. His face... was the most beautiful of all. No woman could resist that face. His blue eyes were mocking, cold, cruel, but they were just so lovely; like starring straight into sapphires that sparkled in the light. Then... there were his lips. Women would stare and their own mouths would quiver as they starred at his mouth. This was the one thing that women wanted from him. Just one kiss from this vampire, and to them, it would feel like they were in paradise... but Myotismon would usual think otherwise of them. He didn't care for their beauty or love, he just wanted their blood. But now though, he didn't want them, he just wanted... her.

It has only been four months for her... four years for the digidestined, but for Myotismon... it seemed like forever since he saw her that one last time. There was no car or any kind of vehicle parked out in front of her family's home, but the vampire hoped that she was inside the house anyways... hoping...

As Myotismon stood in front of the door, he looked to the sides of him to see if anyone was around. He smiled inside as he saw no one. He held out his hand to the door knob; he figured the door would be locked, so his powers would play with the locks, then he heard that faint clicking sound. Myotismon took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. As he walked inside, he wanted to call her name, he wanted to tear up the house in order to look for her... but he couldn't. His body and mind were just to nervous to do such a thing, so he just casually walked around from room to room and looked for her... searched for her... but with no luck. There was absolutely no one home... no one at all. Myotismon went to her room, and took in her air as he walked inside. To him, this room made him feel more closer to her, even though, she was farther away than he thought. He looked at her walls and all the little nick-knacks that she had, and realized, this was not just an ordinary girls room: this room had posters of dragons and other odd assortments all over her walls, and even videogames that Myotismon frowned at as his eyes caught sight of them. Her room, the rug, and even her bed sheets... were all the color blue. Myotismon approached her bed and slammed a fist down on it. "Where is she?" He growled under his breath, then he kneeled down on the floor, as his body rested itself against the bed.

Phantomon, the ghoulish ghost digimon, swiftly glided into the room and said to his master with some concern, "We will find her, Lord Myotismon..."

Myotismon closed his eyes and began to think about her again. "She has that power. I saw it... turn to this blue object... I remember her using it against me. I know she has it. I want that power back inside me."

Phantomon slowly looked around the room and than back at his master, "Should I search her home for this blue object of power? She might have it hidden somewhere around here..." The ghoulish digimon opened the closet door to search through it, but as he did Myotismon snapped at him angrily, "You idiot! If we find her, we find my power! She will not leave something that powerful lying around!" Phantomon cowered a little and backed away from the door.

Myotismon slowly stood up on his feet and gazed around the room slowly. He frowned slightly in some wonderment as to why the room looked so empty... as if she went somewhere. To someplace else away from here (of course.) "This room... seems so empty," he said slowly, still looking around the room, "She must of went somewhere..."

Phantomon nodded in agreement and replied, "When some of the Bakemon were watching her when she was younger, Lord Myotismon, she would often vacation at her father's home. Her parents divorced a long while ago. Her mother came here while her father stayed where they once used to live..." he said a matter-of-factly.

"So..." said Myotismon, he than saw a glass ball onto of a dresser and he picked it up and rolled it around in his hand, "... Where is she Phantomon?"

Phantomon began to think, "The mother -- we are in Michigan, so that would mean the father still lives in this Illinois... where you first met her..."

Myotismon smiled as he crushed the glass ball in his hands. He did not care that shards of it were stuck in his hand, for he was too powerful to care about minor damage. "Then... lets go to this place... and find her, Phantomon..."