Knight of the Staff:
Yay! My demand for at least 5 reviews for my last chapter was actually met by you mortals! I'm so happy!Pinmon:
Calm down! It was just five reviews! That's nowhere near what you really want!Knight of the Staff:
It's not?Pinmon:
No...this time say you'll refuse to update unless you get at least 10 reviews!Knight of the Staff:
I don't know....I don't get reviewed enough as it is. If I make a demand like that, I don't think anybody will even read, let alone review my writing anymore.Pinmon:
Pffffttt! Here I thought that you were a warrior of the written word. Yet I find that you fear to even make a demand of your readers!Knight of the Staff:
(eyes grow dark....body shimmers....appears in true armor covered form...the staff of power burning in grip with a dark fire...) I.....fear.....nothing!!!! Behold me puny mortals and quake with fear! I demand tribute! 10 reviews for this fic or I shall no longer update! Then you shall suffer! All shall suffer and burn! Boo ha ha! Boo h...Pinmon:
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Yep.Pinmon:
oooookkkkaaaaayyyyy......Knight of the Staff:
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This author does not own digimon.Knight of the Staff:
(tears up...and blows nose in his cape...) I....I want to though!Pinmon:
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The human had fainted...
I assumed that he had been overcome by shock. Although...he seemed to have recognized me.
This was the being that I had felt...the one who needed help.
I inhaled deeply...and almost fainted away at the wonderful aroma.
There was a smell...a sweet, rich, intoxicating scent. My mouth started to water...my hunger...it was returning.
I smelled blood....sweet, filling, lovely blood!
I realized I had moved forward, and was standing directly over the unconscious human. His face was covered in blood...it was dry...and starting to flake off. But still...what a delicious sight it was!
I leaned down, until I was kneeling beside him. I lifted him off the ground, and moved my face to his. The smell was stronger than ever, and the wound on his forehead had opened, spilling fresh blood...
I was dizzy with need...the hunger consumed me...I needed to feed!
I moved my lips directly over the trickling fluid...I moved closer...just for a taste...no more...just a taste...
I was so close...another centimeter and I would taste it. I closed my eyes...and forced myself away.
"No...I can't...I...I won't do this..."
I stood and saw a bed in the corner. I placed the human on it...and went to the other side of the room.
I had almost done what I had said I would never do again. I shook, and wrapped myself in my cloak. My stomach rumbled...
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"Ouch..."
My head hurt like hell. I opened my eyes and found I was looking at the ceiling. I felt I was on my bed...and sat up slowly.
My head was throbbing...and I touched my forehead tenderly. I winced slightly.
"I guess that my ending up in a coma didn't happen..."
I was secretly hoping that something like that would've occurred. But of course...I didn't get what I wanted and had only succeeded in giving myself a huge headache, a sore head, and probably a concussion.
Sitting up I looked at my hands, and clenched them as tight as I could. I looked over at my computer to see that there was blood on the edges...but none on the screen itself. That was very strange...almost as strange as the sight of the broken chair in front of the computer.
"How the...."
I shrugged...I must've cleaned off the blood, and then broke the chair somehow. I didn't remember. Perhaps it was best if I didn't. I felt as if I'd started to go nuts.
I'd also started seeing things, although that was probably a side effect of my injury. I remembered white light, and I could've sworn I had seen Myotismon in my bedroom.
I shook my head and rubbed my eyes. I had hallucinated seeing a fictional character from a cartoon.
"Sure looked real though..."
I decided to get up and find some aspirin to help my head.
I got up too quickly, for I became dizzy, and fell forward, unable to stop myself.
.......
To say that I was surprised when something grabbed me, and kept me from hitting the floor would have been an understatement.
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The human had tried moving around too early. He was still weak, and I saw him start to fall. I quickly moved and caught him before he hit the floor.
The human stiffened in my arms. Slowly his head turned until he saw me. His reaction was not what I expected it to be. I expected fear...or surprise. But...laughter?
The human was laughing....but not in a good way.
His eyes were wide open and he was shaking. Still...laughter flowed from him as water from a jug.
I set him back upon his bed while he stared and laughed.
"Are you well?" I asked.
He abruptly ceased his laughter and just stared at me. I began to grow impatient and tapped my foot.
Still...the human did nothing but stare. It was disturbing me greatly.
I sighed and took hold of the only chair in the room...well....the only one that wasn't smashed that was. I sat down and just watched the human carefully....I wasn't too sure that he was altogether sane. He wouldn't cease his staring...and I was starting to worry.
Had I done this to him?
What kind of help was this?
I was with him for but a few hours and already I had driven him insane....
What kind of monster was I?
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I'd gone crazy...there was no other explanation.
I had slowly turned my head and saw Myotismon, except this was no cartoon character. Hi skin was pale, and his lips a dark red. His blue eyes shone from the crimson mask that donned his face. His grip on my arm was strong, yet gentle at the same time.
I started laughing....
I had finally gone nuts. Here I was in my room, with a cartoon character! How could I not find it funny!?!
Then he spoke, "Are you well?"
Hearing him actually speak is what snapped me out of my ceaseless laughter.
I stared at him. He had spoken...I'd heard him. He wasn't just a hallucination....and figment of my crumbling mind.
I couldn't move....couldn't think....all I could do was stare at this being....who wasn't even supposed to exist!
He had moved me back upon my bed...and seated himself in one of my chairs. He sat across from me...and was clearly worried.
I continued to stare...out of shock....but also curiosity. He looked worried....why?
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The human sat there....his gaze unnerving me more than I liked to admit.
I was very worried now. I feared I had done this to him. I closed my eyes to escape the human's endless stare.
Self-loathing suddenly flowered in me. I had been sent to help this boy....I had begged to be allowed to come to him. Did I help though? No....I just caused more injury...and had nearly fed upon him!
I shook my head in shame....how could I have let this happen?
"Excuse me...er...uh...Myotismon?"
I opened my eyes quickly to look at the boy. He seemed normal now...if not slightly pale. He obviously knew me....so I decided that I should know his name as well.
"Yes? I am Myotismon. What is your name human?"
Perhaps I seemed to harsh...for the boy looked down and quietly said, "M...Matthew..."
I sighed, "Matthew....are you well?"
He looked back up at me, "No...I...I don't think I am..."
Now we were getting somewhere. Perhaps now I could start to help this Matthew.
"What is wrong Matthew?"
The boy sighed...and looked at his hands, then at me. "Oh nothing! I'm just sitting here having a conversation with a cartoon character! Nothing's wrong at all!"
I raised an eyebrow in surprise....so, I had been sent back...but to a place where I was nothing more than a drawing....an entertainment for children. Although....
"Matthew...I am no cartoon. I am as real as you. Here..."
I reached out to him...and he looked at my gloved hand hesitantly. Then, with a look of determination...he placed his hand in mine.
"You are real..." he whispered.
I smiled, "Yes..."
The boy smiled...and I found that I liked his smile. He then frowned though, as if a dark thought had crossed his mind.
"Why are you here? You are a digimon aren't you? I mean...are you the same Myotismon as the one that the digidestined defeated.....twice?"
I scowled at that memory....but, the past is the past. "I'm here to help you Matthew...and perhaps help myself along the way. Yes...I am a digimon, and yes...I was defeated by the digidestined."
It was then my turn to be confused. "How do you know of that though?"
The human Matthew went on to explain all about the Digimon cartoon. How he had always been a fan of it, and had never missed an episode.
I nodded while he talked. It made sense in a way. This quadrant must have digimon as a cartoon only...and humans here had never had contact with real digimon.
"So Myotismon...uh...why did you say you were here?"
I sighed... "Matthew...I am here to help you. I know not with what, just that I felt your pain...your loneliness. I have experienced those feelings for what seems an eternity. Your pain called out to my own...it's almost as if...but no, it couldn't be."
"What?"
"It's almost as if it were a calling of blood. But that is a mere legend...it can't really happen."
Matthew looked at me strangely. I couldn't blame him, but I did feel a certain connection with this human.
"What's the calling of blood?"
"The calling of blood is a legend passed down among vampiric digimon. It says that there are those beings who a vampire may feed from without worry of harming them. Their blood 'calls' to the vampire, and is almost irresistible."
Matthew blushed... "You...you think my blood calls to you?"
I couldn't lie to this human, and I couldn't lie to myself.
"Yes...yes I do. Do not worry though. I have vowed to never take the blood of a sentient being again."
My stomach growled at the thought of food...and Matthew heard it.
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I realized that Myotismon must be hungry. His stomach rumbled quite clearly. He seemed a little embarrassed, but hid it well. I wished I could do that. Every time I was embarrassed my face would become dark red and I would be laughed at.
He said he wouldn't feed from me. But...did that mean he'd be hungry? That he'd have to go and hunt for his food? What if he was caught? What if he was discovered? No...I couldn't let that happen. He said he had come here to help me. So what is he was supposedly the most evil digimon the digidestined ever fought? I didn't care....
"Myotismon...."
"Yes Matthew?"
"I...I was wondering..."
"Yes?"
"Would you...I mean...I know we haven't known each other long...but...I don't want you to go hungry..."
Myotismon looked at me strangely...before seeming to understand. He then stood up slowly and backed away, stepping back until he was against the wall.
"You don't know what you are asking Matthew...you can't know."
I was confused. Hadn't he just told me that my blood called to him? That I would not be harmed by him feeding from me? Why was he acting this way? Was it because once more I was being turned down? Once more I was unwanted!? Why!?
I put my face into my hands...and tried not to cry.
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Pinmon:
What is wrong with you!Knight of the Staff:
What?Pinmon:
You left it off at such a crappy ending!Knight of the Staff:
So? That's the point! I leave it like this...get reviews...then update. That was the plan remember!Pinmon:
Oh yeah...hehe.Knight of the Staff:
Oi...Pinmon:
You think they'll review?Knight of the Staff:
Of course! I showed them the power of my true form didn't I? They'd be fools not to. Boo ha ha!Pinmon:
You know...sometimes I worry about you....Knight of the Staff:
If I had a nickel for every time I've heard that....Pinmon:
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