Mercy: Yes, I'm back from my trip to la la land.
Ken: I wish you had stayed there.
Mercy: Sorry sweetie, I have writing to do.
Ken: I am doomed.
Wormmon: Mercy doesn't own digimon or the character. If she
did, she would be one of the digidestined and would chase after Ken.
Ken
Ichijouji. A strange boy with one problem in his near perfect life. He has no
friend and his family barely seems to love him. You most likely want to know
who I am. I am Angel Dubose, local wiccan and mortal blood drinker of sweet
Tamachi. I watch Ken all the time art school, on the soccer field and even
sometimes when he is out on one of his walks. For someone with a kind
personality, he has a very dark soul. I almost forgot to describe myself. I am
an average height female with gray eyes and mid-back length blonde hair. Some
say I look like a fallen angel, but I am only a 12-year-old nobody.
I remember
one time when Ken found out about my watching him, he was not very happy, but
let me live with out injury. Old habits die-hard as they say. Right now, I am
watching him, from behind the book I am pretending to read.
~Ken's pov~
She is
watching me again; I can feel her gray eyes burrowing into the back of my head.
Get rid of her. She is a weak female and a threat to your secret. I can't, we are in the real world and I know
she is not a digidestined. Weakling. She is a threat. I know she is a
threat, but to what is the question.
~Angel's pov~
After
school, the best time of the weekday. For some reason I feel as it Ken has my
death in the planning. Good luck, genius boy. My family has yet to even succeed
in that department. Walking home is a slow thing for me. I like to take my time
and enjoy nature.
"Hello Miss
Dubose," someone says from behind me and I turn to looks at him or her.
Ken Ichijouji. He had to follow me
and mess up my good mood. Well he will find out messing with this female is a
bad thing.
"Hello
Ichijouji," I say sweetly.
"I want you
to stop following me, watching me, and interfering in my life," Ken says as he more
closely to me.
I could
have sworn that the last word can out as a hiss. I have pissed off 'the rocket'
and now I have to save my skin and fast.
"I don't
know what you are talking about, I stop doing things like that after the first
time to cornered me," I lied to him.
~Ken's pov~
She is
lying. I know it. Punish her for her lies. Quiet. I will deal with her; you
just deal with the digidestined issue. Fine, but I get to play with her if
you get her to the digital world. Deal.
" I don't
believe you," I hiss as I grab Angle's left arm.
"Fine, I
will make a blood pact with you that I will not watch you anymore," Angel says,
as she looks me in the eye.
"All right,
but how do we do it," I asked in a bit confused voice.
I watched
as Angel pulls her left arm away from my grip and pulled a small pocketknife
from her backpack. She grads my hand and makes a small cut in my palm. I wince
at the pain and watch as she does the same to her hand. She grabs my hurt hand
with hers and smiles as she squeezes a bit.
"It's done.
I promise not to watch you and you promise not to hurt me. Deal," Angel says as
she grins slightly.
"Deal," I
say as I pull my hand away and get ready to wipe the blood off of my palm.
I nearly
hit Angel as she grads my hurt hand and slowly licks the blood off my palm. She
smiles at me and lick the blood off her own palm as I merely watch.
"I don't
like to waste blood. You taste good for a hot tempered person," Angel says as I
wrap a napkin around my hurt palm to stop any further bleeding.
I turn and
leave to catch the bus home and frown as I look at my hand. She is
dangerous. Everyone knows she is a vampire fanatic and practicing witch. Wiccan.
It is a wiccan; witch is an old world term for her kind. She has your blood now;
she can hurt you with it. No, she is not the type to harm others.
~Angel's pov~
Nice. I
tasted his blood, made a blood pact with him and can't watch him anymore. Well
there are others to watch, but I like watching him the best. I head home and
lay on my bed as I think of the way he acted when I cut him. He didn't see it
coming. I really need to fine a guy that will accept me for who I am and not
what I am.
"But that
is the wish of a fool-hearty female," I mumble to myself as I turn in for the
night.
~Ken's pov~
I don't
like that girl. She is not good for you. She would try to stop you from taking
over the digital world, your dream. The only good thing is now she will not be
watching us. Yes, but I feel as if I have only begun my battle with her. Let
that weak girl come. The Digimon Emperor will show her true fear. I will break
her and make her our slave. A slave? That is what Wormmon is for. She would
make a better ally that slave. True. Her witchcraft may be more powerful in
the digital world and that means victory for us. If I can bring her to our
side.
~End~
