Sylvyr(whispering): Wow! Look at all I managed to get done. It's after midnight and the everyone is asleep. I finally got some work done. A nice long chapter."(Room fill up with fog Dracula suddenly appears in living room.
Dracula: "Good evening my sweet, I was wondering if perhaps you were thirsty, I thought maybe I could take you out to get a bite."
Sylvyr: "Forget it. That line only works when I am really depressed. I just got another chapter finished so I am really pumped so you better forget about it OK."
Dracula(swears in Romainian for several minutes): "Am I in it?"
Sylvyr: "No. You are not in it. This is a digimon fic. Not a Dracula fic."
Dracula: "Well could I do a cameo?"
Sylvyr(looking worriedly at his teeth): "Well I'll think about it. OK."
Dracula: "Fair enough." (another cloud of fog rolls in and Myotismon suddenly appears.)
Myotismon: "If he is in it I want to be in it too."(pouts like small child, looking at teeth Sylvyr decides not to tell him how he looks.)
Sylvyr: "Good, that saves me a phone call, I needed you to be in it later. Oh and by the way I do not own digimon or Dracula." (Unnoticed by Sylvyr the two vampires have started fighting. Myotismon's grisly wing attack misses Dracula and eats a hole in the wall. Both look at Sylvyr's angry expression and run away.) "Oh well, my insurance rates have skyrocketed since I started this story. Thank you to all who have reviewed. Read and enjoy."
Chapter 2: Miyako in the Mirror.
"Miyako, Miyako are you all right?"
There was no answer, no response.
The injured digimon turned to the Kaiser in rage, "What have you done to her? Why won't she answer me? What is wrong with her?" Ken was certain the enraged little digimon would have attacked him if he had the strength.
"I didn't do anything to her." He said, walking around the bed and kneeling so he could look in her face. She was staring straight ahead; her beautiful violet eyes were blank and empty. She was like a doll she went where she was told, ate if you gave her food, but aside from that she was lifeless. She had been that way since he found her. He gently reached out to brush some of her hair out of her face, he pretended not to notice when Hawkmon bristled up in response to his action. "I don't know what is wrong with her. I found her out on a cliff side a few weeks ago, she had tried to commit suicide and I picked her up and brought her along. At first I thought she was just weak, she lost a lot of blood, but after a week went by and there was no change I knew something else was wrong. I've tried everything I could think of, but nothing worked. Wormon thought having you here would help, maybe it will."
"Why didn't you have me ringed like your other slaves."
"As of right now you are not my slave. If I ring you now you won't be the same as you were when she knew you, which would defeat the purpose. So you try to snap her out of this, and I will not hurt you. Is that fair?"
"No. But I don't have much of a choice."
"So true."
The Kaiser left the room leaving Hawkmon to tend to Miyako.
The Kaiser sat in his throne studying the monitors, which showed him various areas of the ship. The Bakamon doing latrine duty, Hawkmon taking care of Miyako, Darktyranamon scrubbing the mess hall floor, Miyako lying ever so still on the bed, Airdramon re-tiling the ceiling, Miyako wandering aimlessly around the halls, Hawkmon trying to get a response from Miyako…Miyako…Miyako. Somehow he just could not get away from her. He considered her slight form clad in a long flowing white gown as she floated down the halls like a lost ghost; he tried vainly to repress the shudder of delight which passed through him like a bolt of lightning every time he looked at her.
What would it be like to…no! I can't afford to think that way. She is my enemy after all.
He turned to his computer and tried to bury himself in his work.
Miyako wandered aimlessly through the corridors of her own mind. Everything seemed so empty, all the things which once interested her, now seemed pointless. Computer class, why bother, no one cared. Not even her parents; they had so many kids, she was just one more mouth to feed.
Everything around her seemed gray and dim.
She saw Kari, and TK, and Daisuke, they were all happy with the little love triangle they had going on, they sure would not miss her opinionated remarks about how childish it was. (Even if she would have died to be included.)
She saw Iori, busy with his Kendo class or helping his Grandpa with something or other.
"They don't miss you dear, none of them do. They stopped looking for you only a few days after you disappeared. They aren't really your friends."
Miyako turned to look at the speaker, for a moment she thought she was looking at a human woman but them realized from the fact that the speaker was so tall and her outlandish dress that she must be a digimon. She was dressed in a grey body suit which hugged her perfectly formed body. It was ripped away in strategic places, leaving her shoulder and part of one thigh bare for the world to see. She had a beautiful face although her skin was frighteningly pale, and her wide set eyes were glowing red. She had long straight hair which fell just to the tops of her thighs.
"Who are you? What do you want?"
"I am Ladydevimon. I don't want anything, except to give you a chance at revenge."
"Revenge? Why would I want revenge."
Ladydevimon pointed and once again Miyako saw visions of her friends and family, all perfectly happy without her.
"Look at them. They don't want you. Especially not that one." An image of Kari sat before them. "She wants all the attention for herself. Don't you want to teach her to respect you? Don't you want to make them sorry for what they did to you?"
Miyako looked at the images of her so-called friends.
"Yes."
"I can help you child."
"Why would you do that?"
"I like you, I feel sorry for you. I might someday need a favor from you. Any number of reasons, don't look a gift horse in the mouth. I'm not like your puny so-called friends; I won't ever let you go."
A mirror appeared before Miyako, but the reflection in it was not the one she was used to seeing. Instead of a gawky girl, she saw a graceful lady. Her hair was not flying every which way but instead stayed perfectly in place, as though sculpted by a master artist. Her glasses were gone. She wore a long party dress which left her shoulders bare, it was slitted up the side to reveal her shapely legs. She gasped at the sight of herself.
"I can make you all that and more, if you wanted it. I will make you as beautiful as you want to be. You just have to do one small favor for me. I'll tell you what it is when it is time to pay up. What do you sat Miyako."
Miyako looked at the image in the mirror, oh how she wanted that. "Yes Ladydevimon, I will accept your offer."
Ladydevimon walked up behind her and grabbed her by the shoulder, Miyako screamed as sharp pain suddenly shot through the back of her neck, her head felt as though it were on fire. Then it was all over.
Miyako sat up suddenly breathing fast from the terror of the dream, What a realistic nightmare. She saw Hawkmon sitting on the edge of the bed watching her with concern. She opened her arms to him with a smile.
