Once More, With Feeling
Chapter 1: Shadows of the Past
DISCLAIMER: I don't own digimon or the characters from the show, I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, any of the characters or the musical or the songs from the musical.
A/N: This is my first fic that I've put up online – I suppose it's a songfic really – but I hope you enjoy it!
He watched from the shadows as she stood on the balcony, gazing skywards. She seemed to be looking at the stars. He heard her sigh, and then the soft rumble of the sliding glass door that led into the apartment where she now lived, as she entered. She was about to close the door, but then stopped, and left it open just a little way.
He smiled, showing his teeth. It was all going to plan. He had chosen a warm night upon the assumption that the door would be left slightly ajar. Without the cool night breeze it would be incredibly hot in the little flat.
He waited about an hour, until he was sure it was safe, and then drifted silently to the apartment and alighted on the balcony. He pushed the glass door a little so that he could fit through the gap left, and stepped inside, ducking his head to get through the door. It looked very undignified, but it was the only way.
He closed the door quietly behind him and then turned to look around the small room. Ah, there. She was curled up on the bed in the corner of the room, her breathing deep and regular so there could be no doubt she was asleep. As he gazed at her, a low, cruel chuckle rose in his throat, which threatened to become a full-blown laugh. He quickly stifled it, for he had no intention of waking the girl that slept on the bunk above the other bed. Tonight he was here to let the other one know he had returned, and no more.
He pulled a computer chair up to the side of the bed, and stroked her head, as though stroking her hair, for a few seconds. Each time he did so, she twitched and shuddered, as though knowing who it was already. That didn't surprise him – she had always been smart and intuitive. He knew that after that, she wouldn't be able to sleep for long, and so he stood, pushed the chair back, and went and stood in the corner of the room, barely visible except for his piercing blue eyes and sadistic smile. It wouldn't be long now.