A/N: Written for the Digimon Flash Bingo at the DFC (link in profile), #418 – garlic.
Garlic Cloves and Wooden Stakes
The people of the human world had really strange ideas.
Wooden crosses. Cloves of garlic. Did they really think such things could stop him? Wood was of no consequence. Garlic was a faintly annoying smell – but the scent of blood was so enticing it soon eclipsed that.
And the scent of fear as well.
It had been a well played move, he thought. Reveal himself just enough to spread the rumours of a vampire in their midst, and watch the humans panic and try and save themselves. They were humans – pitiful humans, unable to do a thing against a digimon like him. But it was entertaining. And it was filling.
Far more filling than the digimon in the digital world who had their own brand of such foolishness. But he'd fed on such for his entire life. The humans were a new taste.