Disclaimer: I do not own Dance of the vampires or Digimon.
Note: Ok have to say, this is my very first song fanfic thingy and I did it like I thoutgh it has to be done °°°... never thought I'd ever do one actually, especially not with Steve's very own song. But it just fit so well to Myotismon... °°° Somehow... So I dedicate this fanfic to Steve Barton, God bless you! We all miss you, please don't condemn me for this stupid fic!
And you others... Please review!
Endless appetite- (The) Confession of a Vampire
It's dark, about midnight. There's a dim silhouette standing on top of the half destructed TV station, looking up into the greyish-black. Mist and storm clouds veil the sky. Lightning flashes and succinctly illuminates the individual.
Myotismon's eyes regard the sky, jaded and dejected. His cape waves in a sudden gust. He closes his eyes and opens his mouth for a silent yell, but then sighs and shakes his head. As once more lightning strikes he opens his eyes again with decisiveness in his glance.
Well alright, no stars
tonight
The moon must hide, can't bear to see my face
So many
moons have passed
So many suns gone down
Too much blood under
this building
Human- and Digiworld I've turned upside down. He sighs deeply and begins to muse. Slowly he strides along the edge.
The skies were pure and
the fields were green
The fading summer, data seventeen
The
first time I ever drew blood
She was such a beautiful and innocent
'mon
She never knew my data was infected for good
I fought to
overcome my thirst, I thought I could
But when I kissed her lips
then I had no control
And the Furiemons all ran wild
And when I grasped for
life 'always Grisly-Winged
The things for which I yearned
I
wish to be a Phoenixmon an' reduce to ashes
But I have never
burned!
I long to fly in total freedom
And yet these holy
chains keep dragging me down
I want to be an Angemon or Apocalymon
himself
But I am nothing but a Digimon
Longing for the things I
can't have
And the split goes through my very soul
It's a
wound that never mends
Our desires are elusive
And the hunger
never ends...
When Human world has drawn its final breath
And
extinguished all the lights
There'll be nothing left
But a
lifeless wasteland
And an endless appetite
Nothing left but a
soundless lightning
And a ruthless appetite---
Genai's "daughter"
let me in her room
In data thirty-two
To love me was her
doom
With her silken blood I wrote a poem of love
upon her
ivory skin
And the bashful page of Piedmon the Great
in sector
eighteen thirteen he stood at the gate
When I recall his body I
can't help but think
To consume it was a sin
So many
victims washing on the shores
A dark ocean of pure tears
So
many please for mercy, howls of pain
Intoxicating fears
I
used my data just like a bandage
I used their data just like a
wound
And I'll never know where they disappeared
But I can see
them rising up and out my memories now
Just like the Deamons
rising up from a tomb
And there's no way ever to
apologize
Repent or make amends
No release and no
redemption
The hunger never ends
There are those who believe in science
'n those who believe
in sincerity
There are those who believe in bravery and hope
Or
in love and matters of reliability
There are those who believe in
DigiDestined
In crests and friendship
In hell and in heaven
The
powers of darkness
The assumption of the light
But I believe in
just one God
That of endless and insatiable
Immoral and
destructible
And all consuming appetite! He slams his fists
against a wall and takes a deep breath to calm himself down.
There's
a prediction that I now will make
And I'm sure I will be
right:
When the next millennium finally comes
The God most
worshiped in this world
Will be the God of APPETITE! He
spreads his cape like ominous wings, the lightning in his back
illumines his dark shape. He breathes deeply. He glares disdainful
and plunges down to earth... finally he digivolves to VenomMyotismon.