Chapter 4
(I restarted this chapter about 3 times. I don't know why but I really got stuck. I was sick a lot, so that might have had a bit to do with it. You may notice an improvement with my grammar (it's still not perfect). And I still have the other starts to this chapter saved, I may put them up for fun one day (they really do suck). PS: This story is mature, RATED R, I don't own digimon, and stuff.)
Vamdemon returned her sudden embrace. The giddy feeling it gave her nearly overwhelmed Angel. No one had ever looked at her that way, touched her that way or wanted her that way. Looking into his ice blue eyes, which resembled smoldering pools of passion at the moment, made her blush so she buried her face into his chest and sighed contentedly.
He chuckled. "I promise, you won't regret this."
Angel looked up. "But I'm still worried about Piedmon and Patamon. Can't we just make sure they're okay?"
Vamdemon sighed but she pressed him. "Please, we don't have to talk to them, but... I just can't leave them like that."
He let go of her and bowed slightly, his blonde bangs fluttering in the breeze. "As you wish, my dear. I am but your servant."
"Thank you."
He chuckled. "My dearest, how could I possibly resist your charm?"
"I don't know," she laughed. "Well, it could be that drug I slipped you."
"Mmmmm, yes, you must have intoxicated me."
"You must seriously be drunk when I think about it. You hated my guts a day ago."
His brow furrowed. "What would make you think that? I told you I was sorry for what happened last night."
"Well, you looked pretty cranky when we first met..."
He interrupted with laughter. "My dearest, do you realize that before that day, no digimon had ever succeeded in taking me by surprise so completely? You had me under your spell the moment I saw you. Why do you think I came back for you?"
She blushed again and looked down at the city lights. "Well, are we just going to float around all night or what?"
He smiled as he took her hand and they flew down to the desert below. They touched ground a good distance from the gas station and Vamdemon turned to her. "Angel, I don't see them, " he told her. "However, I would like to get my sword back. I paid a fortune for the thing."
"Ok," she replied. "Should I stay here?"
"No," he told her sharply and Angel shot him a questioning look. "I don't want to leave you unprotected," he continued in a softer tone. "Especially after the last incident."
"I see," Angel smiled. "But I have a question, why did you run away before?"
"Angel, I..." he began but he shut his mouth and snapped his head around toward the Camaro.
Angel looked on in disbelief as Mike and his partner, LadyDevimon sauntered around the car to check it out. Before she could blink Vamdemon had placed his arms around her in a protective grasp. He sighed quietly but deeply with a hint of a growl as he turned away from the car and toward the desert.
"What are you doing?" Angel hissed.
"I'm not going to stick around and wait for Prince Vam-Dick to show up," he whispered harshly.
"But look at them, they're asking to have their asses handed to them," she muttered. Angel wanted more than anything to stomp Mike out of existence and struggled in her partner's grasp. "Vamdemon, you don't understand, it's personal between him and I. Just distract her while I beat the crap out of him."
Vamdemon was clearly holding back laughter and it hurt her. She stopped struggling as hot tears stung her eyes. "You DON'T understand," she managed to croak. She couldn't believe he didn't want to engage them, especially after they had obviously tortured him almost to death. "What is your problem? I know you're way stronger than them."
He growled, a low feral sound. "I'm not invincible! I cannot defeat Prince Vamdemon quickly or easily, Angel."
"Ok," she said in a defeated tone, remembering how brutally beaten he had been as Devimon.
"Angel, my dear," he whispered as he turned her to face him. "I don't care about being the world's strongest digimon. I want to leave here and forget everything. I only want you to come with me, like I asked you before."
The look he gave her nearly made her swoon. Her tongue stuck in her mouth and all she could manage was a nod. He smiled and brushed his lips softly against hers. "I think Piedmon and Patamon have managed to escape." Vamdemon told her. "Let's go."
Angel was ready to comply when suddenly she was overcome by the realization that Mike and LadyDevimon standing in the open, near the car, was just a ruse to bring her and Vamdemon out of hiding. That, in fact, Patamon and Piedmon were most likely being held hostage. She knew she shouldn't have been surprised that her partner would be more than willing to leave Piedmon and Patamon to fend for themselves, but she found herself staring at him in shock. "We can't just leave them!" She managed to whisper after a moment. "I know you know that Patamon and Piedmon haven't got away!"
He sighed. "Yes, but I know they wouldn't want me to risk your safety on their behalf."
Angel couldn't believe she was hearing this. That Vamdemon was so jealous that he would let Patamon and Piedmon die at the enemy's hands. Anger began to cloud whatever feelings she had began to develop for the vampire. "Fine, I'll go get them myself!" She declared.
He shot her a grin. "That's absurd. You know I won't let you."
She tried to calm herself and nodded. "Yes, I know." She looked up carefully at him and his attention was focused intently on LadyDevimon and that fuck-tard, Mike. Angel didn't try to kid herself, she knew she cared for Vamdemon, even when he was being infuriatingly haughty. On the other hand, she wasn't going to run like a coward while Patamon and Piedmon were possibly being tortured or even killed. She bent slowly, pretending to fiddle with her work boots but instead she grabbed a big handful of sand. The few seconds it would buy would be enough for her to cause a ruckus and grab everyone in sight's attention. Then her partner would be forced into action. Vamdemon was impossibly strong, no other digimon stood a chance against him.
"What are you doing?" He asked carefully.
Angel looked up and flashed him a sly grin before flinging the handful of sand toward his face. She watched in amazement as he, somehow expecting the trick, stopped the sand with his mind. Before she could move a few centimetres, Vamdemon had wrapped his arms around her to prevent any escape and placed a hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming. The pressure he was exerting hurt, but she struggled despite the futility. Tears filled her eyes and over flowed onto his gloved hand.
"Angel, I don't know why you're making this so difficult. I'm your partner, my only desire is to protect you," he told her soothingly as he shifted his grip over her mouth and nose.
Lack of oxygen quickly overwhelmed her. She couldn't believe her stupid partner was accidentally suffocating her and she kicked and punched at him in a panic. Stars began to swim in her vision and at this hazy point, she wasn't even surprised when she heard a stranger's voice.
"Uhhh, Vamdemon," the male voice declared in a smooth, self assured tone. "You're smothering your tamer."
Vamdemon took his hand off her mouth and nose and Angel inhaled frantically as she turned to pound her fists on her partner's chest. "God, you are retarded!"
Vamdemon didn't answer and instead took to the sky with her to gain a vantage point over the newcomer, or newcomers she discovered. The first person, and most likely the speaker, was a tallish very obese Caucasian man in his forties who sported thinning salt and pepper hair and a matching long beard. His khaki pants, held up with suspenders and white polo shirt made him look completely out of place beside what she assumed was his digimon partner. The digimon was a short demonic creature with eyes painted on it's mask and it's real eyes in it's palms. Angel she sneered at the digimon in disgust. The Digital World just couldn't give her a moments peace. "Okay, you win," she told Vamdemon. "We can go now."
"Go?" The demon digimon asked in a whiny high pitched voice. In the distance Angel could see LadyDevimon and Mike making their way over.
"Yes, go," Vamdemon answered, irritation obvious in his voice. Whether at her or the digimon, Angel couldn't tell.
The fat man laughed. "Now why would you leave, especially when we have your leader in our possession?"
Vamdemon laughed right back at him. "You must be a fool to think that my ties to him are that strong. I'm not going to risk everything to come dashing in to save him."
"I'm getting the idea that your tamer doesn't see it the same way you do," the man replied.
"So what if she doesn't?" Vamdemon growled. "Her sentimental attachment to the flying rat has clouded her judgement."
Angel rolled her eyes but kept her mouth shut. The way the man stared them down made her uneasy.
"What a pathetic partnership," the man taunted. "You can't even agree, and yet, as I look at the two of you I can see that you're both incredibly infatuated with each other. Are you two going to be the first to create a human/digimon cross breed?"
Angel glared at the man. "Why don't you bend over, give yourself a blow job and shut the fuck up?! Oh wait, you're too bloody fat!"
The man actually appeared to be taken aback and Angel grinned. "Where on earth did you learn to speak like a whore?" He asked with a sneer and her smile faded instantly. "I suppose your parents are most likely to blame..."
Angel had heard enough. "Vamdemon, shut that old fuck up!" She yelled in a rage.
LadyDevimon and Mike, in her arms, floated to the ground beside the man and his digimon. "Don't start the party with out us," LadyDevimon purred.
Mike looked up at her and Angel glared back at him. "Don't you two look like a happy couple," Mike commented in an amused tone.
Angel could feel her partner tense up. "You, human, will be the first to die," Vamdemon declared, icily.
"You were always so dramatic, Vamdemon," LadyDevimon told him with a sigh.
"No, before you all go at each other," the fat, middle aged man interrupted. "I want to know how you're all so intertwined. Prince Vamdemon left me with very few details."
Angel scoffed at him. "Just try and make me talk, blimp."
"Be quiet, you little whore," the man replied. "I can see that you hate our new tamer, but why? He's a strapping, good looking, young man."
"Looks aren't everything, fatso," Angel answered.
"There's more to it than that, and I want to hear it from you."
"Fuck off, old man," Angel told him, beginning to feel irritated. She wondered why her partner hadn't begun blasting them.
"Now, why don't you want to talk about it? Did you used to like him?" The fat man prodded.
"No, not really," she answered.
"You liked him a little at first, right? You'd be blind if you didn't."
Angel paused for a moment. What was Vamdemon waiting for? She thought to herself. She couldn't see his face from the way he held her so she could only assume the fat man wasn't the only one interested in her answers. "Okay," answered. "Fine, yes."
Lard ass looked amused. "I thought so. But what made you stop liking him? Did he get a girlfriend and flaunt her around? Or make fun of you?"
As her mind began to dwell on past events, Angel became increasingly angry. "Why in the hell do you care about any of this?"
"You're avoiding my question. What made you change your mind about him?"
"Nothing," Angel snarled. "Happy?"
The fat man furrowed his brow. "No. What is so bad, you can't even talk about it?"
She balled her hands into fists. "Maybe I just don't want to talk about it to you, you lard assed fuck!"
"You have nothing to lose, why not say what you want to say?" He cooed.
Angel wanted nothing more than for her partner to strike the man dead, right there. "No," she managed after a moment.
"You're embarrassed. Did you proposition him and he turned you down?"
"What?" Angel snapped.
"You heard me," the fat man said, unwavering.
A tear slid down her cheek, unexpectedly. Then another.
"I knew it, you are a little whore," he taunted.
"It wasn't like that!" She screamed. "He tried to rape me!"
"What?" Vamdemon asked, surprised. "Is that true?" He turned her to face him and she nodded and buried her face in his chest.
"You tried to rape HER?" The fat man asked Mike, incredulously. "That doesn't make any sense."
"You're right," Mike replied, angrily and Angel turned to glare at Mike with all the dark force she could muster. "It doesn't make any sense and for the last time Angel, it wasn't me!"
She couldn't believe her ears. "God, you have nothing to lose!" She told him. "Why don't YOU just admit it?"
"Read my lips!" Mike yelled up at her, in frustration. "I didn't do it! What the hell is your problem? Why would I do that? I can get a hotter piece of ass than you, any day."
Could he really have not done it? She thought to herself. A moment later her train of thought was broken by her partner. "I find your continued existence an annoyance..."
He was cut off by the man. "No, this is even more interesting than I first thought. That boy liked you, my dear. Were you really so blind as to not see that?"
Angel actually laughed at him. "You have to be kidding me! What are you? Some kind of shrink?"
"Perhaps," he replied with a grin.
"Robert," Mike growled. "Why don't you stop blabbering?"
"That's Mr. Hubastor to you, young man," he said, evenly. "Watch your tone."
"Vamdemon," Angel implored. "Can we go now, please? I don't care about any of this anymore."
The fat man laughed. "How far do you think you two will get? There's nine other tamers and their digimon all around this county, watching out for you, in case you tried to make an escape."
"You bloated fool," Vamdemon replied, obviously very self assured. "You have very little understanding of the nature of my ultimate form..."
"Save it, Vamdemon," the man began to interrupt. "If they don't track you, then Prince Vamdemon himself will. You know that, don't you? Otherwise, you would have already left of your own accord."
Her partner growled and she could feel him tense up as he shifted her to one arm. "You want a fight? You got one!" He roared and just when Angel thought there couldn't be anymore surprises for the evening, her attention, as well as everyoneelse's was diverted to the sky.
"Cyberdramon!" Shouted a distant male voice. "Digivolve!"
"Dracmon!" The fat man shouted in response.
There was a flash of light from the approaching object, or digimon as it streaked toward them and the digimon, Dracmon, began to emit an eerie shadowy glow. "Dracmon warp digivolve to... GranDracmon!" A large vampiric centaur stood before them and Angel spied the look of dread on her partner's face.
The rapidly approaching digimon was almost on top of them. "Cyberdramon digivolve to... Justimon!"
GranDracmon laughed, a deep bellowing from with in his chest. "Justimon!"
Justimon landed heavily between GranDracmon, and Angel and Vamdemon. "GranDracmon," he began as he helped a human, obviously his tamer, down from his shoulders. "There are reinforcements on the way, let these two go..."
The movement was so fast, Angel didn't register it until the attack had struck GranDracmon. "Crimson Lightning!" Vamdemon's attack hit the centaur like digimon in the face but didn't appear to leave any damage.
Terror gripped Angel as GranDracmon looked up at them and the newly arrived tamer interjected. "Vamdemon, back off!"
Vamdemon narrowed his eyes but then laughed. "So be it!" Angel gasped as Vamdemon began to take off rapidly but his ascent halted quickly and they began a descent back toward the others. Angel noted the strange look on her partners face.
"Vamdemon?" She whispered as they set down in front of GranDrac, who towered over them.
"Justimon, Dylan, don't move," the fat man, Robert, instructed the pair. They hesitated but didn't attempt to make a move.
"Tamer," GranDracmon peered down at her, his voice was smooth and almost possessed a tranquil quality. "All vampire digimon must answer to me, including your beloved partner. Vamdemon, bring the human to me."
Angel wasn't entirely convinced that her partner was under GranDracmon's spell, but she wasn't about take a chance on whether he was bluffing or not. She tried to wriggle out of his grasp to no avail and although he wasn't letting up on his hold, he wasn't moving either. She appealed to him. "Vamdemon, please don't..."
GranDracmon cut her off. "Bring the female to me!" He bellowed.
Vamdemon shook his head and then looked up at the vampiric centaur. "No, you stupid beast." GranDracmon growled in response to the insult but Vamdemon continued. "If you want her, you'll have to pry her from my cold, dead grasp!" Angel sighed with relief and GranDracmon didn't move.
"Vamdemon," Justimon's tamer called. "He can't attack, he wants her alive!"
"I can see that!" Vamdemon growled.
"Vamdemon," GranDracmon called to him. "Just give her to me. It isn't worth it, even if you do take her away, Prince Vamdemon will find her, and if he doesn't then the Holy Forces will. Do you really think that they will let you get away with turning her?"
Justimon and his tamer issued a surprised gasp and Robert laughed. "What?" He managed after a moment and GranDracmon chuckled in reply. Angel wasn't completely sure what he meant by 'turn her', but she had a guess and she looked at her partner, questioningly. He avoided her eyes and tensed up.
GranDracmon continued. "And Vamdemon, how do you even know you would be able to turn her with out killing her in the process? She is a human after all, they are very fragile creatures. Just give her to me, my master will not harm her, of that, I am certain."
"I'm not handing her over, she's MY partner!" Vamdemon snarled and he snapped his fingers. His legion of bats appeared and they surrounded Angel to lower her as they had done before. They took her to where Justimon and his tamer stood but this time they left her to rejoin him.
"Kill the Vamdemon," Robert told his centaur like partner.
"Come and get me," Vamdemon taunted in a dark tone.
GranDracmon reached out to punch Vamdemon from the air but he shot forward well before the blow could land. "Nightmare Claw!" A dark blast emerged from his finger tips to hit GranDracmon square in the face. He followed up with a flying kick toGranDracmon's chin. The impact pushed the large digimon backwards a bit but when GranDracmon opened his eyes, he didn't appear to have taken any real damage.
Angel began to realize that because the evil digimon had digivolved using his partner's energy, Vamdemon wasn't fighting an normal digimon. The though that he could perish in this battle filled her with panic. "Vamdemon, quit the macho display and get out of there!" He ignored her and she turned to the newly arrived digimon and it's tamer. "Do something! He won't back down until he's dead!" She pleaded.
The tamer, a tallish Caucasian man in his late twenties with long dark hair pulled into a ponytail, turned to her. "It's you Prince Vamdemon wants, if Justimon leaves to fight, he or one of his lackeys will take you. We're out numbered for now."
Angel's attention was diverted back to the fighting. "Crystal Revolution!" GranDracmon bellowed and a bluish haze erupted from the creepy mouths on either side of his body. Vamdemon darted out of the way but the blast caught most of his cape, narrowly missing his body. Angel watched in horror as her partner's cape crystallized and turned to stone. He tore the now useless article from his body but didn't attack and the cape shattered as it hit the ground. He seemed to be paying thevampiric centaur a new found respect.
Angel turned to the tamer once more and begged. "Please help him!"
He sighed, sadly. "No, we can't let Prince Vamdemon get what he wants, no matter what the cost, if your partner won't back down, then I can't help him." He turned to his partner, Justimon and nodded. "Let's jet."
Angel's eyes grew wide as she realized that Justimon and his tamer were going to take her and leave Vamdemon to fend for himself. "You can't do this, you're the good guys!"
"Grab her," the tamer whispered to his partner.
"NO!" She shrieked as Justimon gathered her up. "Vamdemon!"
"Dracmon!" Robert snapped. "Quit toying with the vamp and stop Justimon! And where in the world did LadyDevimon and her stooge go? Bloody cowards."
Once Justimon had gathered her and his tamer up, he took off in a burst of speed. Amazingly enough, the immense speed and the g-forces it should have created, didn't seem to affect the two humans. Angel wanted to scream with anguish, but no noise came out. Her partner was most likely going to be turned to stone and there was nothing she could do about it. Tears fell, one after the other and she couldn't stop them. Minutes passed, or was it hours? Angel couldn't tell. When they landed her tears had dried up, she felt empty, as though her emotions themselves had dried up.
"Are you alright?" A Latin accented voice queried.
Angel broke out of her reverie and looked up to see Piedmon with a sad looking Patamon on his shoulder. Behind them were four humans surrounded by their digimon. A fresh wave of anguish washed over her at the thought of her lost partner, and opened a floodgate of tears. On impulse she threw her arms around Piedmon and sobbed into his chest, oblivious to the world around her.
...
Vamdemon turned just in time to see Justimon fly off with Angel in his arms. "NO! You fucking traitor!" He screamed at the receding digimon. "Bring her back!" He turned back to GranDracmon, seething with anger. He wanted more than anything to see that over grownCentarumon and the fat human reduced to a pile of cinders but he knew that at his current level, he was no match for the mega level digimon. He looked over at the shiny black car, remembering his scimitar tucked under the front seat. "Adios," Vamdemon waved mockingly as he stepped through a portal. It was a risky move but he didn't want to waste time screwing around.
He held his breath as he moved through the black void and let it out in a relieved rush when he stepped out the other side into the interior of the car. He grabbed the sword from under the seat, tucked it into his belt and flew out the open window. He headed in the general direction the traitor Justimon had taken but he was careful to fly low to avoid being spotted. By his estimation, Justimon was headed to Death Valley.
After an hour of flying, Vamdemon touched down on a tall rock formation. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and panted as he considered his current situation. He pulled off his gloves and ripped off his mask, in frustration. GranDracmon had mentioned that Prince Vamdemon was after Angel, but why? Did he want her for himself? He rubbed his left shoulder painfully and his right leg throbbed. The days strenuous events were finally catching up with him but he decided to press on. Nothing would keep him from his partner.
A couple hours later he came over the ridge and into Death Valley. It wouldn't be easy to find out where the Holy Forces were hiding, but his prior knowledge of the area would help. He began his search in an area where he knew there would be a lot of caves. As he searched the valley, his former home, old memories began to surface. He had grown up here in the valley and left as rookie to find greener pastures as it was a dangerous place for a lone digimon.
After a few hours of fruitless searching, he surveyed the area and frowned, apparently much had changed in his nearly decade long absence. Twinkling lights in the distance on the valley floor revealed that a town had sprung up nearly overnight. He ran a sharp nailed hand over his face and sighed, the valley seemed to stretch on forever. In his extended absence, he had under estimated the sheer expanse of Death Valley. He considered his options, either he could continue to search the endless expanse of the desert valley or he could check out the town. He sucked his fangs, which had begun to ache and burn since he had arrived in the valley. His reasoning said that if Justimon was smart, he'd hide in one of the extensive cave systems but something kept pulling toward the small town. Finally, he heeded his gut feeling and flew toward the towns main strip, landing on an empty side street.
Vamdemon sucked in a deep breath and strode toward the main street. He tried to hide his limp, not wanting to show any weakness but was failing somewhat. Peering his head around a corner revealed a bustling community of various kinds of digimon. At least he could blend in well enough so he stepped into the open. His arrival invited a few a glances his way but most were content to ignore him. The main strip was tiny compared to Pueblo Fantasma, looking up and down the street he easily spotted what appeared to be the main watering hole. He opened the door to the establishment and walked into the cloud of acrid smoke that greeted him. Suppressing the urge to cough he strode straight to the bar. The town seemed to be a product of the modern movement so televisions plastered the walls and a large wall screen broad casted some human TV program.
The bartender, a pristine, sandy haired FlameDevimon in a black muscle shirt, popped up from under the counter and smirked as he looked Vamdemon up and down. "Heh, I've been waiting for you." Vamdemon narrowed his eyes suspiciously and glared at the FlameDevimon. "DarkLizzy!" The FlameDevimon called. "We have one nice looking tooshie over here! Come take a look!"
"Another one?" A shrill female voice sounded from behind Vamdemon, grating his sensitive ears. "Let's take a look, see." A pair of clawed hands attempted to turn him around but he resisted the move.
"Don't touch me," Vamdemon growled dangerously.
The FlameDevimon placed his elbows on the bar top and rested his head in his hands as he made a pouting face. "Awwww, don't be grumpy. Cheer up!"
Vamdemon couldn't believe his poor luck and growled with frustration. If the general population of the town was as backwards as these digimon, he would end up losing his sanity in his search for information. The digimon with the shrill voice stepped in front of him looking him over. It didn't take Vamdemon long to figure out that the femaleDarkLizardmon was actually a male in drag. It sported a ridiculous coconut bra and a multitude of flower necklaces, as well as a grass skirt.
"Well, you'll do nicely," it proclaimed.
"Nicely for what?" Vamdemon regretted the question as soon as it left his aching mouth.
"For our show, silly!" The FlameDevimon declared as he stepped from behind the counter, revealing high heels, a garter belt that held up fishnet stalking and black women's panties.
Vamdemon cringed and sneered at the abomination but the FlameDevimon took no notice. "What?" He managed. "What the fuck is this?"
The DarkLizardmon rolled it's eyes at the FlameDevimon. "He isn't here for the show, sweetie."
The FlameDevimon shot the other digimon a pouting expression and then looked at Vamdemon. "You aren't here for the show? Too bad, you're gorgeous!" The two flamboyant digimon went behind the counter and theDarkLizardmon busied himself with another customer. "What can I getcha, doll face?" The FlameDevimon inquired.
Vamdemon took a quick breath and decided that the digimon might have some information. "I need to know whether the war has been brought to this area."
"Why would you want to know about that? Unless..." FlameDevimon's voice trailed off as he leaned forward. Vamdemon resisted the urge to move away from the queer digimon. "I know you!" FlameDevimon whispered. "I saw you on TV! Your were fighting some gang member. You look a little beat up, what happened to you?"
"Nothing pleasant, I assure you," Vamdemon replied dryly. "I was separated from my partner, I'm trying to find her. I need to know if a Justimon and his tamer have been anywhere in the valley."
"Oh dear," the digimon cooed. "Let me get you something to drink first, then tell me ALL about it." FlameDevimon grabbed up a glass and filled it with some unknown liquid and slid it to Vamdemon. "Drink up," FlameDevimon encouraged. "You probably need the energy."
Vamdemon picked up the glass tentatively, hesitating. "What is this?"
FlameDevimon laughed flamboyantly. "It's called Red Bull, it's an energy drink."
"Oh," Vamdemon replied as he took a sip of the human inspired beverage and made a face. It was much too sweet for his tastes but he had to admit that the digimon was right, he needed some energy so he downed the whole glass in a few moments. It burned his throat on the way down and he belched as he set the glass down on the counter.
"Better?" FlameDevimon inquired and Vamdemon nodded. "Now, you were looking for your partner? You mean your human tamer?"
"Yes."
The FlameDevimon's face fell. "Oh dear, I'm so sorry. Humans have never been seen here. Nor any of Prince Vamdemon's army either, thank God!" The digimon made a flamboyant gesture.
Vamdemon sighed and clenched his fists in frustration and muttered. "I swear by the stars, this will be the death of me."
FlameDevimon looked at him with a strange expression. "I had a friend like you, long time ago."
Vamdemon shot him an incredulous look. "A coincidence, I'm sure." He turned to get off the bar stool but his legs collapsed under his own weight. FlameDevimon was there in a flash, helping him to stand. The room spun in his vision and he suddenly realized how incredibly fatigued he was. He mouth throbbed and he could taste his own blood in his mouth and he knew it originated from one of his fangs. He tested them with his fingers and sure enough the right one was loose.
"Oh dear, you are so tired, you poor thing. Let me take you to a room," FlameDevimon soothed.
Vamdemon growled and pushed the digimon away. "I'll be fine."
"No, I'm insisting that you take a rest, friend, you can't help anyone, including yourself, if you can hardly stand up," FlameDevimon insisted firmly and as a testament to how exhausted Vamdemon was, he allowed FlameDevimon escort him to a room. Vamdemon removed his boots, sword and blue coat but didn't bother removing the black silk shirt underneath, he then laid on the bed and fell into a dreamless sleep with in moments.
Vamdemon awoke to someone shaking his shoulder and he bolted upright, startled.
"Shhhh!" Someone hissed at him.
He turned and swung his legs off the bed, noticing what he was dressed in and the last few days events came rushing back and he realized that he had digivolved to Vamdemon... and that he was trying to find his partner. He looked up and with his keen eye sight he saw the oddly dressedDarkLizardmon standing in front of him. "What the fuck do you want?" He managed.
"Quiet," DarkLizardmon hissed. "There's some digimon asking questions downstairs."
Vamdemon suddenly felt wide awake. "Who?" He whispered.
"A Piedmon and a Patamon," he replied.
Vamdemon let out the breath he had been holding and got up promptly, grabbing his sword. "It's ok," he told the cross dressing digimon. "I know them."
"Oh thank the GODS!" DarkLizardmon exclaimed. "I was worried the Piedmon would hurt poor FlameDevi."
Vamdemon threw on his boots and raced downstairs past the shocked digimon and emerged in the bar. He spotted Piedmon immeadiatly.
"Vamdemon," the old digimon smiled.
"Where is she?" He demanded.
Patamon flew in front of his face, an annoying habit the flying rat seemed to enjoy. "Angel's ok, we have her. She'll be very happy to see you."
Vamdemon sighed, he didn't want to waste anytime. "Well, what are we waiting for?"
FlameDevimon embraced him before Vamdemon could stop him. "I'm so glad you found her!"
Piedmon laughed as Vamdemon pushed FlameDevimon away and spoke up. "Why don't we go get her and you stay here and rest up?"
"Yah," Patamon replied. "She's not too far, we found you with her digivice. Dylan and Strikedramon have her a little ways away. We just wanted to be certain it was safe."
Vamdemon sighed and then nodded his ascent as FlameDevimon squealed. "Oh my God! I get to meet a real human? I can't WAIT!"
"Let's go Piedmon," Patamon said cheerily and they both left.
"Vamdemon?" FlameDevimon inquired. "Tell me about your tamer."
"I'm tired," Vamdemon waved a hand at the digimon, irritated. As much as he wanted to see Angel, he wanted to squeeze the life out ofStrikedramon and his tamer for having taken her away in the first place.
"Awwww, tell me, how old is she?" FlameDevimon insisted.
"I don't know," he replied curtly.
FlameDevimon laughed. "Well, is she old?"
Vamdemon shook his head, his head filling with thoughts of feeding on Strikedramon.
"Okay," FlameDevimon pressed. "Is she pretty?"
He ignored him, enjoying his fantasy. Apparently, Angel and the others hadn't been that far away because all of a sudden the doors opened and Patamon flew through followed by Piedmon and then the male tamer who held Angel by the wrist. She turned to face the male tamer, angrily. "I don't need a babysitter!" She exclaimed.
Vamdemon crossed the room and stopped in front the arriving party. "That's far enough," he told the human male as he drew himself to his full height.
The human let go of Angel and met his gaze evenly. "I'm hardly intimidated."
Vamdemon narrowed his eyes, his temper shortened by his fatigue but he decided his partner was more important and began to turn away from the human to face his partner. She smiled up at him shyly and he took a few moments to inspect her. She looked tired but otherwise, no worse for the wear. "I thought I wouldn't see you again," she told him softly.
"Don't worry about it anymore, my dear" he told her as he leaned in to kiss her.
"Oh my," Patamon uttered from somewhere beside them.
"Isn't that darling?" FlameDevimon squealed. "They're in love!"
Just like before, her taste awoke deeper desires with in him and he pulled away before they took a hold on his control. Angel looked away, blushing furiously and he suppressed a chuckle.
The human male was staring at them, apparently appalled and Vamdemon smirked. "Now that you're finished marking your territory," the human male said, disgusted, as he pushed past them to where Piedmon stood with an embarrassed looking Patamon perched on his shoulder.
Vamdemon draped an arm around his partner's shoulders but they were given hardly moment before FlameDevimon came over and began ushering them toward the bar. "Your partner would hardly tell me a thing about you, sweetheart," he addressed Angel. "But now I see it was just because he was being shy. Now, are you thirsty? I'll bet I can guess your favourite drink. It's a talent I have." He winked at her.
"Alright, try me," Angel replied, cheerily and FlameDevimon smiled as busied himself behind the counter. "Are you ok, Vamdemon?" She asked him.
"I'm fine, you should know by now that it'll take more than that to get rid of me," he replied as he took her hand and drew circles on her palm. "And besides that, I'll keep my promise to you."
FlameDevimon slid a drink in front of her and she smiled shyly as she picked it up. "I know you will. I never doubted you, I was just pissed at the losers over there." She took a sip of the dark liquid.
"Well?" FlameDevimon queried.
"Dr. Pepper and rye," she laughed. "God, this guy is good, I always have this." FlameDevimon did a little victory dance and left them to gloat to the others. "Hey, is there something wrong with your mouth?" Angel asked, sounding concerned. "You're bleeding."
He could taste the metallic tang of his own blood in his mouth. His mouth had been throbbing all night almost and it was his right fang that seemed to be causing the most trouble, so he reached and pulled down on it. It gave away almost instantly and scowled as he flicked it across the room. It bounced off a table, right beside the male tamer who shot him a nasty look. "I'll be fine now, my dear," he said to calm his distressed tamer. "It was going to fall out, anyway."
"If you say so," she said as she shook her head. She slid the drink away from her and put her head into her hands and closed her eyes. He realized that she was probably exhausted, just like him, so he put his arm around her and slid her close to him. She rested her head on his chest and smiled. "I love you," she whispered.
"I love you, too," he whispered back. He inhaled her scent deeply. Traces of Strikedramon and the human male clung to her, igniting his rage but he tried to push the darker thoughts from his mind. This wasn't the place nor the time. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to doze off.
"I don't mean to interrupt you two love-bats," the human male said as he shook Vamdemon's shoulder.
Vamdemon's eyes snapped open. "Remove your hand from me," he growled and was rewarded with the human male backing up a little. He could see from the window that he had been asleep for a while as the sun was beginning to rise.
"Look, we need to get moving but we're going to split up and meet on the other side of town," the human told him.
"Have a wonderful trip, then," Vamdemon replied, his voice dripping with venom.
"You're coming with us, Vamdemon," Patamon interjected.
Angel stirred and sat, awake, which only fueled his annoyance at the others. "What's going on?" She queried.
"The others were leaving," Vamdemon answered for her and she looked at the others, confused.
"No, you are coming with Strikedramon and I, and your partner is going to meet up with us on the other side of town," the human male told her.
Her eyes opened in shock. "What? Why?"
"Because, it's what I've decided, his running away with you is too great a risk to take," the human supplied.
She crossed her arms and stared him down. "Who died and made you queen?"
"Very funny," he retorted and made a grab for her.
Vamdemon slapped his hand away. "A mistake like that may cost you your life."
"I wouldn't bet on that," Strikedramon, or rather a newly digivolved Cyberdramon, grated.
"Oh dear," Patamon whined.
"I'm warning you," Vamdemon growled. "Only once."
"Cyberdramon," the human nodded toward Vamdemon. At once strong arms gripped him and pinned his arms to his side and Vamdemon watched as the human male grabbed his tamer.
"Let go!" She shrieked. "LET GO!"
"Change of plans," the human addressed the others. "We're going to go as a group, splitting up wouldn't fool the Neo Army anyway."
Angel turned and attempted to kick the human who blocked her. "Are bloody well possessed or something?" He yelled at her.
"Why won't you leave me alone?!" She screamed and turned to bite him on the arm.
"Ahhhhh!" He yelled and Vamdemon smirked but it was short lived. "What are you?! A dog?!" The human screamed as he slapped her across the face.
Vamdemon unleashed a furious growl as he struggled with in Cyberdramon's grasp. Angel looked at the male in complete shock as she placed a hand against her reddening cheek. A single tear escaped her eye before the male let go of her, suddenly.
"Please stop fighting you guys!" Patamon pleaded. "This isn't right!"
Angel stood for a moment longer before her face darkened and she turned on the human male. "No one calls me that! NO ONE!" She grabbed a near bar stool and swung it at him with all her might. He evaded her wild swing easily and she screamed incoherently, in a blind rage as she pressed her attack.
"Angel!" Patamon tried to yell above the ruckus. "Dylan's a good guy, he didn't mean to hurt you. Please listen to me!"
"I'm sorry," the human began.
Vamdemon reached his breaking point. "It's too late for that!" In burst of rage filled strength, he broke free of Cyberdramon's grasp. "Crimson Lightning!" Red lightning flashed toward Cyberdramon who caught it and yanked forward. Vamdemon was too slow to react and ended up slamming into the floor.
"A little slow there, bat," Cyberdramon taunted.
Vamdemon lifted his aching head and saw his partner struggling in futility against the human male. A dark emotion swept through him. Not anger or vengence, but something more primitive, something he had been holding back since the incident with Boltmon. He laughed manically as he stood and began to absorb the angry energy that was being transmitted to him via Angel's digivice.
"Oh my god," the male stopped fighting to gape at him. "He's evolving! I thought he just reached ultimate!"
He laughed evily as he slide evolved into his dark ultimate form, PhantomVamdemon. His cape rematerialized, solid black this time and torn and tattered around the edges; and a white mask appeared on his face over blood red eyes. His clothing comprised of a tattered black silk shirt and tattered black pants, held up by a pair of black belts. Even his face took on a sharper, more feral appearance. A rose thorn whip wound it's way up his right arm
"Oh no!" Patamon wailed. "He's corrupted his programing somehow!"
"Cyberdramon, hold off!" The male bade his partner.
Angel had stopped fighting the human male to regard him, curiously. "Vamdemon?"
"Angel!" Patamon cried. "Don't go near him! He's different now!"
"What?" She asked, confused.
PhantomVamdemon scowled, he wasn't about to let the holy flying rat upset his plans. "No, Angel, I could never hurt you," he told her. "Come with me, now."
"Don't listen to him," the human male implored her. "He's dark evolved. I can guarantee that he only wants to turn you!"
"Turn me?" Angel asked, not understanding.
"Into a vampire!"
Angel sneered at the absurdity. "There's no such thing as turning people into vampires!"
"He'll try and he'll end up killing you or hurting you badly at the least."
Angel shook her head. "N-no," she stammered. "I don't believe you. He evolved to protect me, why would he kill me?"
"You are correct, my dearest," his words came out smooth and enticing. "Just come to me and we'll leave."
"Angel," Patamon protested. "Just come with us for a while and we'll give your partner a chance to calm down."
"No, Angel!" PhantomVamdemon intervened. "They don't intend to let me 'calm down' and you know that, don't you?" He held out a sharp nailed hand to her.
She nodded and turned to him, accepting his outstretched hand. "I know you'd never hurt me and I can't forgive that loser for abandoning you die. Especially after he was going to do it again."
He pulled her against him and kissed her as he opened a portal. He turned his head to look over his shoulder at Patamon. "Don't you dare send the Holy Forces after me, or I'll make you all sorry," he growled as he disappeared through the portal.
...
Angel clutched her partner tightly as they travelled through his portal, fearful of meeting Prince Vamdemon again. He never appeared and a moment later they stepped through to a massive salt flat. Her partner hissed and sheimmeadiatly discovered why, the sun had just began it's ascent over the valley's mountain range. He drew his cape around the both of them and took to the air flying quickly toward the range. It took Vamdemon only a couple minutes to cross the salt flat to the range and they touched down far back in a cave. He set her down but she clung to him, unable to pierce the darkness with her human eyes.
"I can't see, Vamdemon," she told him.
"It's alright, my dear. This is far enough." She felt him stroke her cheek, softly and she sighed with content when he placed his lips upon hers. He ran his fingers through her hair as he pulled her close against him. His kiss wasdefinately more forceful and passionate this time but he ended it suddenly. "I'm sorry, you must be very tired, my dearest. Why don't we rest?"
"Okay," she replied, sleepily. He must have read my mind, she thought to herself and she threw her arms around him. "I want you to know, I never doubted you."
He lowered her to the ground and settled her into his lap. "I love you, my dear," he whispered.
"I love you, too," she replied as she closed her eyes and fell asleep, cozy in his lap.
When she awoke she spent a few moments frozen in panic, until her memory slowly returned. She had fallen asleep in her partner's lap but she had awoken on the ground. Where was he? She was also wrapped in something silky and soft, his cape, she realized.
Left with nothing but her own thoughts, Angel began to reconsider if running away was such a good idea. She would probably never see Patamon or Piedmon again, although she wasn't exactly pained at the thought of never seeing Dylan andStrikedramon again. She knew they would spend a lot of time looking for her, although she wasn't sure why she would be that important to them. And that left another question, what did Prince Vamdemon want with her? She had nothing of value that he would want, of that she was sure. Try as she might, she couldn't come up with any reasonable explanation of why he would want her, beyond that maybe he wanted a woman. Even that didn't make sense. He could have summoned basically any woman he wanted, why her? It was all too much for her, so she decided to drop it and laid down to doze.
When Angel awoke again she was shocked to find herself soaring over a moonlit landscape and clutched the arms that surrounded her in fear.
"It's alright, my dearest," Vamdemon soothed her. "We're going to a new city."
"Oh?" Angel said as she smiled up at her partner's gorgeous face.
He scowled a little. "Well, it seems that I have been pick-pocketed, my dear. All my money is gone, so I'll have to earn it back, but I don't think that it will prove to be too difficult."
"Who stole from you?" Angel asked.
"I'm not sure, but I have an idea," he replied. "But it doesn't matter, we can earn that money and more."
"Okay, but you're some sort of assassin, right? Did you make a lot of money from it?" Angel wondered.
He chuckled a little. "Yes, I made a decent living at it."
"How do you kill someone?" The question left her lips before she had time to think it through.
"What do you mean?"
Now she regretted asking but decided it was too late to retract the question. "Uhhh, I guess I mean, don't you feel bad when you kill someone?"
"No." His voice was cold and even a little mocking. She had expected that answer, but she didn't understand why it bothered her so much. Maybe, he was just used to killing. He had mentioned that he was wild, perhaps he killed for survival. That must be it, she thought to herself and smiled up at him. They spent the next few hours of the uneventful journey in relative silence and eventually a large city opened before them. A half moon reflected off the smooth surface of the big lake that bordered the city and Angel wondered where they had come to.
"This is Salt Lake City," her partner answered her unspoken question. "I had planned on moving to this city one day. I believe it will suit our needs, for now."
"Sounds exciting," she replied, ready for a new adventure.
They soared slowly, just above the buildings and Angel was surprised by the multitude of flying digimon that crossed their path. Eventually, Vamdemon set them down in the middle of what appeared to be the red light district of the city, trash and junk cars everywhere. It figured, all her partner's prospective employers would be in worst part of town, but she felt safe with his arm draped easily around her shoulders. She looked up at his face. "So... what now?"
"Salt Lake City is known for an unusual gang of technologically advanced digimon and by my guess, we're in the middle of their territory," he treated her to a smirk. "It won't take them long to detect my power level, we'll wait here."
She couldn't quite suppress a chuckle as the vampire found himself a seat on the hood of an older run down green Mustang. "When you evolve, where does your clothing come from?" She queried him.
He treated her to an amused expression and shrugged. "Reformatted, I suppose."
"Reformatted?" She rolled her eyes.
"Did MagnaAngemon tell you so little about our world?"
"Well, it's just that 'reformat" is computer talk or something. I'm not sure what you meant by that," she told him, defensively.
"Ah, well I suppose I am like your human computers... in a way."
Angel laughed at the absurdity. "Ok, that's the... strangest thing I've ever heard you say."
He sighed but remained silent.
She hopped up onto the hood of the car and poked him. "Come on, I want you to explain that one because your hardware is obviously of organic origin and your software is obviously that of a sentient, thinking, being."
"I'm not sure that I know the correct words to explain seeing as I know so little about actual computers. From what I understand humans are made from... material and digimon and the Digital World are made from computer... signals..."
She stared at him in utter confusion until a strong, throaty voice behind them supplied an answer. "Digimon are created from computer data,PhantomVamdemon. And humans from molecules and energy, but aside from that, our worlds and their inhabitants are similar in nearly every way."
Angel rolled her eyes and supposed it must be a Digital World custom be to greeted from behind. Still feeling tired and lethargic from the journey, she decided to remain silent and let her partner handle this one.
The digimon walked from behind them to show itself. "Well met, PhantomVamdemon and Tamer," he said nodding in a respectful manner.
Beside her, her partner grinned, his fangs gleaming in the stale light of the streetlights. "Greetings, ChaosGallantmon."
The tall digimon in jagged dark grey and blue armour turned to regard her. "And how may I address you, Tamer?"
"My name is Angel," she supplied.
ChaosGallantmon nodded then turned back to Vamdemon. "Now, I am a mon of business and not much time. What do you want with Xtreme? We know no more about the war than you."
"We're not here for the war, we've been on a side venture. Unfortunately in the process I have been relieved of all my funds."
The tall digimon narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "What exactly does this have to do with Xtreme?"
Vamdemon chuckled a little. "Don't be paranoid, where would the challenge be in robbing you?"
"PhantomVamdemon, I did not evolve this far by being foolhardy. Make your point."
"Very simple, my Tamer and I came here seeking an employment opportunity from Xtreme. I assume that you already know of my reputation as Devimon."
ChaosGallantmon stared hard at the pair and appeared to be weighing his options carefully. "And what if I refuse?"
Vamdemon smirked and took a moment to answer. "Then... nothing. We'll leave and find another potential employer."
"I don't get it, PhantomVamdemon. Why doesn't MagnaAngemon provide you with what you require?" The tall, dark digimon leaned closer. "You're presence here is a threat to our cause. We've seen what Prince Vamdemon is capable of when it comes to dealing with those consorting with his enemies."
"Your cause?" Angel wondered.
"We of Xtreme are dedicated to the survival of all digimon," ChaosGallantmon addressed her. "We have extensive knowledge of a virus that has only begun to affect this world and our research has lead us to a cure, the X-antibody. However, most of the city population refuses to acknowledge the very real threat of this virus..."
Vamdemon cut off the tall digimon. "Yes, well, perhaps my Tamer and I would be willing to assist with your cause."
ChaosGallantmon sighed, still obviously conflicted, and rubbed his chin nervously. "Perhaps... perhaps I have a use for you. And I have nothing to lose if you fail or betray me."
It was Vamdemon's turn to sigh impatiently. "Well?"
"Assassinate mayor Mercurimon."
Vamdemon grinned slyly. "Is that all?"
"I kid you not, PhantomVamdemon. I have nothing to lose considering he hates Xtreme with a passion and the feeling is mutual, let me assure you. And not a secret."
ChaosGallantmon smiled. "Well, it's settled then..."
"Not quite, ChaosGallantmon," Vamdemon interjected sternly. "We haven't discussed payment. I want two hundred and fifty for the job, upfront."
ChaosGallantmon laughed. "That's absurd."
Vamdemon narrowed his eyes darkly. "How so? The X-antibody isn't the only 'vaccine' you deal in and I've always dealt upfront."
"That may be so but I can't go around throwing away money."
"Alright, I don't want to pick on the poor. Two hundred?"
ChaosGallantmon growled, irritated. "One hundred fifty, seventy five now, seventy five when the job is done!"
Vamdemon grinned widely. "Deal!"
ChaosGallantmon sighed but pulled out something that resembled an i-pod and spoke into it in hushed tones. Angel looked at her partner and smiled and a moment later a black Hummer rolled down the street and halted before them.ChaosGallantmon opened the passenger door, got in and bent to pick up an item. Angel could make out a half bird, half human driver in the Hummer's interior light who watched them suspiciously.ChaosGallantmon suddenly turned and threw the item, a black suitcase, at the pair before slamming the door shut as the Hummer's tires squealed. Angel watched the black vehicle disappear before turning to Vamdemon who had already picked up the suitcase. "So... again... what now?"
"We assassinate Mercurimon," he chuckled, amused at the question.
"Ummmm..." Angel could feel her resolve begin to slip away a little and started to rethink her decision to agree with all this. As much as she wanted to be with him, she wasn't sure she could watch her partner kill a person in cold blood for money. Before she could think further he had slipped his arms around her and captured her lips in a scorching kiss and she, once again, melted in his arms.
He pulled away. "Don't worry, my dear. A few more jobs and we'll be set for a long time and then we'll be able to put this unpleasantness behind us." Angel sighed, still unsure and Vamdemon ran his finger tips softly over her lips. "My dearest, in a short time this will all seem like a distant memory."
Angel smiled at the pleasant feeling that seemed to warm her from within every time she gazed into Vamdemon's gorgeous eyes. "Ok," she managed softly. "If you say so."
They left the red light district and flew low over the roof tops until Vamdemon, presumably, had found what he was looking for. He set them down in front of a pub whose neon sign brightly displayed a blood red sword and hammer. "Is this some sort of organization, Vamdemon?"
"In way, it's more of a watering hole for those involved in organized crime," he told her as they entered the establishment.
Angel coughed as she followed Vamdemon into the smoke filled bar. The bar's occupants, about a dozen or so mean looking humanoid digimon turned to regard the pair. Their eyes found the vampire first then trailed to her where most sat staring at her in shock. Angel, feeling intensely uncomfortable under their scrutiny, instinctively backed into her partner. He placed a hand on her shoulder and urged her forward toward the bar.
Angel noted how different this bar was from FlameDevimon's establishment, aside from the deafening silence, this one had more an old look to it, like something out of the 1930's. Before long, to Angel's relief, a shortish, slightly rounded Mummymon emerged from a side door. The older digimon treated Angel to a look of pure hatred and she cringed in response.
"So you're after mayor Mercurimon, huh?" The Mummymon addressed Vamdemon, evenly.
Angel stared at the Mummymon, shocked that the news had travelled so quickly.
"Indeed, we are," Vamdemon purred.
The Mummymon's mouth instantly twisted into a sneer. "And you're here to buy information."
Vamdemon tensed up and narrowed his eyes. "Yes, make your point."
The Mummymon took on a dangerously low tone. "You want information?... Sure... but you'll have to get rid of that," the Mummymon gestured to Angel, "DISGUSTING human-ape... THING before you come crawling to us."
Angel stood frozen, unsure of what to do. Beside her, Vamdemon appeared on the verge of exploding with anger and all around them the bar's patrons quickly armed themselves, ready for a fight. She knew that if a fight erupted, it would end badly for her in these close quarters so she pressed herself against her partner.
"You wouldn't dare touch her," Vamdemon growled.
The Mummymon didn't back down. "If you care about the human, then I'd strongly suggest you get it out of here, before I'm forced to takedurastic measures."
Vamdemon continued to stare at the Mummymon a moment longer before laughing at him. "Fine, we'll take our business elsewhere." He took Angel's hand softly and lead her to the door without turning back. When they got outside, Angel realized that her hands were shaking and attempted to calm herself. "Don't worry, my love," he soothed her. "There is a reason to all this and it will soon become clear."
Angel gave him a confused look. "Can't you just tell me now?"
"My dearest, I don't want to concern you, just trust me."
Angel peered into his blood red eyes, which revealed nothing of his intent and decided she'd just have to wait until he was ready to talk. She leaned her head against his chest and sighed.
"What's the matter?" He asked her softly.
"Nothing really, I'm just hungry and tired."
"That, my dear, is easily remedied," he told her as he scooped her up into his arms and lifted gently off the ground to soar above the roof tops. Twenty minutes later they found themselves flying over a suburban neighbourhood and Vamdemon set them down on a quiet street with few cars. "Wait here," he told her and flew to one of the house's many windows and peered inside.
Angel wondered what in the world he was doing as he returned to her. "Vamdemon, we're not going to rob houses are we?"
He smiled and took her hand, but said nothing as he lead her to the front door. He placed his hand on what appeared to be the house's security system. "Touch of Evil," he muttered to the keypad and to her surprise the display changed from 'armed' to 'unarmed'. He grinned as he turned the door knob and lead her through the entrance. The air in house smelled stale but it was cool inside from the air conditioner.
"So what are we doing here, Vamdemon?" Angel queried.
"We'll rest here before we go any further," he supplied and she nodded and found a seat on the stairs to untie her boots. She had been wearing them so long she felt as though they had become apart of her feet. She caught a whiff of her own sweaty feet and made a face but she was certain that the rest of her smelled just as unpleasant. Perhaps this would be a good time to wash up, it had been a good couple days since had spent the night or day in the hotel with Devimon and had a bath. Before she could think further her rumbling stomach interrupted. Vamdemon grinned and pointed down the dark hall. "I believe the kitchen is that way."
Angel smiled in return and strode into the kitchen and flicked on the light switch. The home was clean and modern and appeared to be upper-middle class. Angel, starving, opened the stainless steel refrigerator and peered at it's contents. It overflowed with half rotten vegetables and the like but her eyes quickly fell upon the cardboard box with the black and red logo. A Pizza Hut pizza. While she didn't particularly care for the fact that it had olives and green peppers, she decided she was too hungry to care. She shoved a few pieces into the microwave and turned back to the fridge to fish around for a drink. She found a Pepsi and popped it open and was startled when she discovered Vamdemon watching her.
"You scared me, I didn't hear you come in," she told him.
He grinned but said nothing and continued to watch her. Confused, she looked deep into his dark, crimson orbs. Even across the room she could sense, what was it? Almost his hunger or some other sort of suppressed desire. Her mind immediately recalled Dylan's previous warning. Could he really be thinking of trying to turn her into a vampire?
Angel nearly jumped a foot off the ground when the microwave alerted her to the finished pizza. She decided that Dylan had been a fool and that it was best if she tried to put his absurd warnings out of her mind. She removed the pizza from the oven, careful not to burn herself and turned to see if Vamdemon was still there and to Angel's surprise, he had slipped out of the room unnoticed. She shrugged and quickly devoured the four pieces. When she was finished, she searched for a washer and dyer and found them in the laundry room adjacent to the kitchen. The washer was empty so she peeled off her socks and threw them inside. Deciding she didn't want to walk around the house nude, she checked the dryer for clean clothing. To her delight she found a heap of t-shirts and sweat pants. They were a few sizes too big, but they would suffice while she washed her clothes.
Looking around to check if her partner was spying on her, Angel stripped down to nothing and quickly threw on the sweats and t-shirt. She set the washing machine and headed off to find the washroom. Upstairs she found an en suite bathroom and drew herself a bath. As she soaked the grime and her worries away, she began to wonder how she was ever living before she had come to the Digital World.
As she rinsed the last of the conditioner out of her hair she knew Vamdemon was watching her. Just like the first time they had met, she felt rather than sensed the movement. Angel pushed the sopping wet hair out of her face and drew her arms around herself, shyly. She had had no doubt that their relationship would eventually become physical, but still being a virgin, she wasn't sure how she wanted it to happen or whether she wanted everything to happen so fast.
She opened her eyes, finally, slowly. He grinned, amused at her shocked expression. "So you've become a peeping tom?" She joked.
He grunted, not taking his eyes from her. He was half naked, only wearing his black pants and given time to study him, Angel noticed how incredibly attractive he was. He was lean and very well muscled and his moonlight pale skin showed off every detail. It was then that Angel noted the bulge showing in his pants. She gulped as she realized that this probably was going to be the night. Part of her wanted to curl up into a ball and hide but a much larger portion of her wanted this more than anything. This was what she had been waiting for her entire life. Someone to complete her. Someone to share her life with and chase away her pressing loneliness.
(Author's note: The last part of the chapter contains very graphic sexual description, rape and extreme violence. I saved the warning for actual paragraphs because I didn't want to ruin the "surprise" or have anyone guess the outcome to the chapter and also, so that people not liking this sort of stuff can skip over it easier.)
Before she could talk herself out of it, she stood and leaned over to kiss him passionately. He kissed her back with equal fervour, their tongues intertwining with a mind of their own. He slid his arms around her and pressed her against him and lifted her out of the tub. Her nipples hardened as they brushed across his steel hard chest. He disengaged the kiss and bent to pick up the soft blue towel laying on the floor beside them and draped it around her shoulders. She smiled dreamily at her partner and wondered what he must be thinking at the moment.
...
Vamdemon found that the longer he gazed at her naked form, the more his self control slipped away. It had been nearly exhausting leashing in his instinctive desires to take her. Despite GranDracmon's warnings, he would turn her. He knew he wouldn't be able to resist his blood lust forever. A brief moment of pain for her and then she would be his and she would gain a portion of his power. She would be strong and he wouldn't have to worry over her safety so much. There was no reason this could not work and he would be careful. And after he had turned her, his plan would draw out Prince Vamdemon allowing him to defeat him once and for all. After the dictator was gone the armies would no longer pursue the pair and they would be free to live their lives.
She busied herself with drying off and he sucked in a deep breath to maintain his control. He waited until she turned toward him, her eyes betraying her desire. He interpreted it as her willingness to proceed and crossed the distance between them and she let the towel slip from her hands as he ran a hand over her breasts. Her nipples were firm, and her breath came in gasps. She was ready.
He pushed her backwards into the stranger's bedroom and onto the bed. He mounted her, not bothering to remove his pants. Desire burned in his loins but wanted to enjoy this, not rush it. He pushed his throbbing erection against her soft centre and she moaned with pleasure, nearly unhinging him completely. He let out a ragged moan of his own as he pushed against her again. He leaned forward and kissed her deeply. He could practically taste her arousal. She wanted him, needed him. Her breasts brushed against his chest, nearly driving him mad. Never had he craved anything so intensely. He ran his finger tips over the soft curves of her body, dragging soft moans from her... until his fingers reached her centre. He slid a finger into her nest of curls and she gasped as he inserted a finger into her wet opening. It was all too much for him. The more primitive part of him would have it's way.
With out hesitation he drew back to allow himself to slip out his pants and barely noticed the human eye his erection with a look of concern. He pressed the tip of his rock hard member against her centre and slid inside of her. She let out a little yelp of pain, bringing him back to some of his senses. He looked down at her to figure out what the matter was. Her face was a mask of pain. It had never occurred to him that the experience could be painful to her. He reminded himself that, for her, the pain would be brief. Before he could finish his thought another part of him demanded release.
He pushed himself further inside her. She whimpered and he pretended not to notice. Her muscles tightened around his member, urging him on and on. He grunted as he neared release. She was crying now, silent tears. Then he smelled it, the blood, her blood from her centre. The last threads of control snapped, he dug his nails into her delicate skin, drawing more sweet smelling blood.
She cried out in surprise and attempted to push him off her. "I can't take anymore," she sobbed. "Please."
He heard her voice but the words did not reach his mind. He pushed himself in deeper as the human cried out. "Don't struggle," he rasped. "I'll make this quick." He pressed his mouth against her soft neck. One bite and she would be his. Forever.
"Don't do this," she pleaded, obviously realizing his intent. "Please don't kill me," she whispered as tears streamed endlessly down her face.
He ignored her desperate plea for her life and slowly bit into the soft tissues of her neck. She screamed, the shrill sound echoing off the stark, bare walls. His tongue touched the sweet, thick liquid. It was unlike any other, rich and heavy with her recent arousal. He sipped her life liquid as she struggled with all her might. He knew his venom was already doing it's work, coursing though her body. He began, again, to thrust himself inside of her as her blood poured down his throat. His nails pierced her skin as he released himself deep inside her...
But the screaming. She wouldn't stop. He withdrew himself from her and let go of her neck. She squirmed in agony as she screamed. A moment later the screaming was stifled, turning into a gurgle. It was in that moment Vamdemon knew something was wrong. His instincts told him that turning her should have not taken this long.
Covered in her own blood, she was dying. Despair filled him, draining all desire and blood lust from his body. What had he done? He knew no healers in this city. MagnaAngemon would hunt him to the ends of the Digital World trying to figure out what happened to her. He couldn't just stand there, he had to contact Piedmon or MagnaAngemon...
"You FOOL!" A deep voice bellowed, enraged.
Vamdemon's shock could not have been more complete. "I..."
The tall digimon crumpled over Angel's now still form. "What has he DONE?!"
"Get away from her," Vamdemon growled, suddenly protective.
"NO!" Prince Vamdemon roared. "You get away from MY partner!"
Vamdemon growled and drew himself to his full height.
Prince Vamdemon turned toward Angel, his face suddenly streaked with tears. "My love, suffer not," he sobbed as he picked her up and cradled her naked body in his arms.
"Your love? Your partner?..." Vamdemon began.
Prince Vamdemon turned to him, enraged and unleashed a dark blast from his finger tips. Naked, with no time to dodge the blast impacted him in middle. The force was unlike any other, Prince Vamdemon had obviously been holding back in their previous encounter. Vamdemon was laid back on the floor, struggling to breathe. He felt the energy being drained from him as he reverted back to his champion form and could only watch as Prince Vamdemon made his get away with his partner. He sobbed silently in pain and grief until unconsciousness took him.
...Hours later...
"Devimon?" The voice was watery and distant but it persisted. "Devimon!"
Wakefulness finally took a hold and Devimon sat up painfully to find himself staring hazily at Patamon.
"Devimon, thank God you're awake. We thought you might not even wake up," Patamon began.
"What happened?" Devimon queried.
"We don't know, Devimon," Piedmon supplied. "You need to tell us. We're very concerned for Angel."
"Angel?..." Devimon began, confused... until the memories slammed him and tears of despair filled his eyes. "He took her..."
"Where, Devimon?" Piedmon asked, kindly.
"I don't know," he whispered, suddenly afraid. It was obvious they didn't suspect him for anything, but what if they found out? Fear coursed through his body but he forced himself to be calm and decided he would do everything with in his power to get her back.
(Author's note: Accept my apology in taking over a YEAR to finish this chapter. I mean, at 13,000 words, while that is A LOT, shouldn't take a year to write. My reason is because of my marriage... yes, I'm married for those of you who have not read my profile. I actually started the story as a way to vent about my failing marriage. I never planned to publish it which is why it's sloppy in chapter 1. So yes, Angel is me and Vamdemon actually in some ways personifies my husband (when he mocks Angel in chapter 2, causing her to run away) and in other ways personifies the type of guy I'd want. But when the shit really hit the fan with my marriage, it was REALLY hard to write, let alone function at all.
And I planned a completely different beginning with this chapter. And a different ending. I did NOT expect Prince Vamdemon to show up spewing love stuff for Angel. That one took me off guard, but I had to go with what he was doing. After all, the characters make their own stories, I'm only telling it in my words.
One more thing, it will not, I promise, will NOT, take me a year to finish chapter 5. I won't ever give up on this story, it has very deep meaning to me. :D)