Disclaimer: I still don't own Digimon. Does anyone know where I can find a magic lamp?
The world is a vampire, sent to drain
Secret destroyers, hold you up to the flame
And what do I get for my pain?
Betrayed desires, and a piece of the game
"Bullet With Butterfly Wings," Smashing Pumpkins
Light Side of the Force
He walked slowly, every step he took was deliberate, so as not to make any noise to alert the vampires inside the building. He walked the perimeter of the old warehouse and took his position in the alleyway, next to the window.
He pressed himself fully onto the wall and moved his head so he could glance into the room. Inside were three vampires dressed in brown monk robes tied together with a coil of rope; their hoods were pulled up so he couldn't make out their appearances. They were standing at different points of a triangle drawn on the floor in what he guessed was unicorn blood; it shimmered silver so it couldn't have been human.
Unbidden the voice of one of his teachers floated into his head: "The blood of a unicorn has many magical properties, but it is hardly ever used because it will most likely bring a curse on the spell caster.For they had slain something so pure for their own selfish purposes."
He clenched his fists when he caught sight of the girl standing in the center of the triangle. She had long blonde hair that had become scraggly looking and misted over green eyes; her captors had drugged her. Her clothes were dirty and torn in a few places and her hands and feet were bound by rope; she could hardly stand straight without toppling over. He estimated that she was sixteen at the most, just a kid.
He brushed a lock of his blonde hair from his eyes and crouched down on the cold ground. He checked the readout on his watch and waited in the dark for the go ahead. The signal would be green sparks sent up by Yagami Hikari, his best friend's younger sister and the resident witch on the team.
He caught sight of himself in a slightly dirty mirror, frowned, and ran a hand through his shoulder length hair to give it more of an unruly look. His eyes were an icy blue and his skin was pale. He had whipcord muscles and he wore black boots, black jeans torn at the knees, a dark HIM tee shirt, a black leather jacket, and a silver earring dangled from his left earlobe.
A little farther down the alley, light green sparks illuminated the end, and he could just barely make out the figure of a girl in the distance. Sighing he tightened his grip on the stake and kicked open the side door of the building. One of the vampires had a knife blade pressed to the girl's neck, and he jerked away as the door blew off its hinges and fell to the ground.
"Hi honey. I'm home!" he quipped and the tallest vampire, the one holding the knife, glared at him and muttered something that sounded suspiciously like "Hunter". He grinned at the disgruntled demons. "Nice setup you got here, but if you really did want a ritual you're missing the boom box blasting death metal."
The tall vampire tugged his hood off and his features were distorted by the vampire feeding face. He had black hair in a military cut and pale skin. His eyes had become the yellow of the demon face so the original color was undistinguishable. He was five inches taller than the Hunter and his well carved muscles bulged under the robe.
The blonde smirked at the vampire. "Pull your hood back up, you look much better with it on."
The tall vampire roared and lunged forward, the knife pointed at the blonde's chest. The vampire plunged theblade at his chest but he blocked it with his forearm and grabbed hold of the vampire's wrist. He twisted the struggling vampire's wrist behind him and the knife clattered to the floor. He kicked it across the room and twisted the vampire's wrist harder and he could hear the sound of something snapping.
Suddenly a hand knocked into his jaw and he let go of his hold on the tall vampire. He glared at his opponent, "Your friends don't have manners. Oh well I'm sure my friends will knock some into them."
No sooner were the words out of his mouth when two figures crashed through the windows, righted themselves, and attacked the other two vampires.
The first was a man his age with brown hair that reminded anyone that looked at him of Goku, warm chocolate eyes, and tan skin. His hair was held back by a blue headband and a pair of goggles. He wore a blue coat, a navy tee shirt with a golden star on the center, blue jeans, and sneakers. A silver battle ax was clutched in his fist.
The second was a woman with shoulder length orange hair and ruby eyes. Her skin was tanned and she had an athletic build. She wore a black duster, red tee shirt, jeans, and brown boots. In each hand she held a dagger.
The tall vampire was momentarily stunned by the scene of his allies being practically beaten into the ground by two unexpected guests, and the Hunter took the opportunity to kick him on the face. The vampire's nose broke and he grabbed it as blood started to spurt out. The Hunter quickly drove the pointy shaft of wood into the demon's chest and a second later the vampire had deteriorated into ash.
"Nothing but dust in the wind," he mused. He looked over to his friend's and decided that they didn't need any help. The woman had spin heel kicked a Chinese vampire and plunged a dagger through his heart. The man had knocked the last vampire into the wall and effortlessly decapitated her. "You guys were late."
"Sorry Yamato," apologized the woman who had placed her daggers into their sheaths on either side of her belt. "But someone just had to finish eating a burger before helping a friend."
The other man rolled his eyes at her. "I didn't see you complaining when I was sticking my tounge down your throat, Sora."
"Taichi!" Yamato leaned against the wall; arms crossed over his chest, and watched the small argument in amusement. Taichi Yagami and Sora Takenouchi often fought and they would always make up within three minutes. That'd never change.
Taichi noticed the expression on Yamato's face and narrowed his eyes. "Let's finish this later, Sor…"
"Oh that's alright!" Yamato waved Taichi's words away. "Just pretend I'm not here."
Sora rolled her eyes as her boyfriend stepped towards the blonde. She grabbed his arm and pulled him back, "Tai let it go. He's only joking and we have bigger problems right now."
He shook her hand off but didn't step forward towards Yamato, he only sent a cold glare the blonde's way. Sora muttered something that sounded a lot like "Men" and headed towards the girl to undo her restraints. The teenager stumbled around after the restraints were pulled off and collapsed on Sora.
The orange haired woman smiled down at her sympathetically and gathered the girl in her arms, where she lost consciousness. She tilted her head to the triangle and asked, "Have you ever seen a ritual like this?"
Yamato shook his head. "Maybe it's in one of Kari's books."
Sora nodded and led the way out of the building, the sudden blast of the cold January air hit them hard, but the girl didn't wake up. On the street across from the building was a blue van and girl in her late teens was leaning on the hood.
She looked up at them as they approached a light smile on her face at the sight of all four of them alive and still in one peace. She had dark brown hair that just reached below shoulder length, chocolate eyes that mirrored Taichi's, and tan skin. Her attire consisted of: a pink coat, yellow tee shirt, light blue jeans that looked brand new, and sneakers. A silver cross was around her neck. This girl's name was Hikari Yagami, Taichi's younger sister.
"So what happened in there?"
Taichi sighed as Sora rested the unconscious girl in the very back of the van and Hikari slid into the seat next to her. He and Sora sat in the middle row and Yamato took his place in the driver's seat. "The vampires were doing some kind of ritual," the witch's brother answered. "They drew a triangle in unicorn blood and were about to sacrifice that girl before we stepped in."
Hikari opened the leather-bound book in her lap abruptly and Yamato's nose was suddenly filled with the scent of libraries. She flipped through the pages quickly until she stopped half-way and said, "A sacrifice to the demon snake Machida for good luck. Apparently every fifty years Machida requires the blood of a young girl and rewards the demons that present him with it." She wrinkled her nose in disgust and snapped the book shut. "Man, the demon world is so sexist!"
Yamato chuckled quietly but knew better than to say anything with both Hikari and Sora in the van. He did want to keep all of his limbs attached after all. After a few minutes he stopped the van in front of a shelter, left the girl on the steps, and knocked on the door.
The next stop was Taichi and Hikari's apartment building. The now bickering duo exited the car and Yamato was about to pull away when Sora got out too. "I'm gonna walk home," she told him.
"Are you sure? I'll drive you; it's not a big deal."
She shook her head. "There are some things I have to think about."
He nodded and pulled away from her; he watched her walk down the street in the rear view mirror. Yamato considered going back home but quickly decided against it. The night was still young after all.
He took a left and ended up parking in front of a crowded club. The bouncer nodded to him as he passed and he strode inside, taking in everything. The dimly lit room was packed with people dancing or sitting at round tables drinking. Yamato sat down at the bar, successfully dodging every attempt at dancing, and ordered a beer.
The bartender was a woman with creamy skin and dark hair curling about her face. She brought back the glass filled to the top and established eye contact with him. "Are you Yamato Ishida, front man for the Wolves?"
Inwardly Yamato groaned. Women flocked to him because he was the lead singer and guitarist of the band he had formed during high school, the Wolves, and because of his devilishly handsome good looks. He wasn't being conceited, just honest.
Before he could reply a hand fell on his shoulder and a female voice addressed him, "There you are honey! I've been looking all over for you!" He turned his head to see a rather beautiful young woman standing behind him and before he could say something she whispered out of the corner of her mouth, "Play along and I'll get you out of this."
He grinned at her, wrapped his arms around her slim waist, and pulled her down onto the stool beside him. "Sorry I'm late. Work was murder." He turned back to the disappointed bartender, "She'll have what I'm having."
With a dejected expression the bartender placed a beer in front of Yamato's rescuer and left to go help other customers. The woman sipped the drink and he took the time to study her. She had honey colored hair with pink highlights that reached mid-back, and two side bangs framed her delicate face. Her eyes were a cinnamon color and her skin was pale. She wore a black leather jacket, a pink tee shirt that didn't reach her naval, low-rise jeans that fit snuggly on her legs, and black shoes. A green tear shaped necklace was around her neck.
"Thanks," he finally got out after a few minutes of studying her.
She raised her hand to wave away the comment. "It was my pleasure. I guess I'll have to stick with you unless she gets suspicious."
"There are worse things. So what's your name?"
She smiled at him mischievously. "Guess."
He rolled his eyes at her. "Can't you just tell me?" She shook her head. "Why not?"
"It's much more fun this way." He glared at her but her smile didn't leave her face. "You really should get a sense of humor." He rolled his eyes and tilted his head back to finish his drink in one shot but he almost choked at her next works, "But I guess you lose that fast in your line of work."
Normally this comment wouldn't have much of an effect on him but this was different. The way she said it implied that she knew more about him then he was comfortable with. "Excuse me?"
This time it was she who rolled her eyes. "Please I'm not stupid. You're a Hunter."
Yamato kept eye contact with her but his hand dropped to his belt where his stake rested in its loop. She watched his movement out of the corner of her eye, "Don't worry. I don't bite."
He slowly raised his hand and rested it on the counter; his eyes stared at her intently. "What do you want?"
She shrugged nonchalantly. "What do I want? Enough money for a lifetime shopping spree, a nice house in the country, and world peace. But mostly I want to kick evil ass."
She placed a hand on his right arm and a tingling sensation rose from under her hand and moved up and down his entire arm. "Something's coming Yamato; something big. You're going to need all the friends you can get."
"I already have enough friends."
"Who said I was your friend?" She winked and removed her hand from his arm; he instantly wanted her to move back. "I'll be seeing you."
She merged into a crowd of people heading towards the exit: he sprang to his feet, and hurried after her, colliding into other people along the way. He burst through the door and looked wildly down both sides of the street.
But she had disappeared…
Author's Note: I wanted to do the original meeting between Yamato and Mimi like this; it's much more Buffy/Angel than the last one. But I couldn't get it out right before.
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