The fox that cried vampire-chapter 2
A re-write by outlaw torn
This is a re-write of Chibi Renamon's "the fox who cried vampire" the idea and basic plotline is his, everything else though has been Re-done by me.
Authors note; this contains vampirism, crossbreeding, and violence. Plus I use all Japanese names and attacks.
Touching death's thigh
When Renamon woke up, it was to the bright fury of a sixty-watt bulb. Her mind was still hazy from sleep, and "where the hell am I?"
"You're with me," a familiar voice announced.
"And you are?" Renamon asked, sitting up.
She was lying on a futon bed, but from the look of the room, she could tell it wasn't a house.
"Are names important to you?" he said quizzically.
"Yes, I'm Renamon"
He frowned. "That's what you are, it's not your name"
"How did you know that?" Renamon said, curious herself.
"Your name ends in 'mon', like all the other digimon, 'Rena' is simply you description."
" 'Renard' means 'fox' in French" He went on. "Do you want to be called 'fox' all the time?"
Renamon was interested now. "What do you want to call me?" she said.
He padded over to her from where he was standing. Renamon noticed his cat- like movements again. In all the black clothes, he looked like a panther, gliding over the floor as he walked.
Renamon took in more of the room as she looked around, it was a hotel room, the décor was just too "cookie cutter" to be anything else.
He stopped at the foot of the bed and crouched down. Renamon realized that this was the first time she'd ever been in a bed.
Her legs reached the foot of the bed, her toes drooping down slightly from having no weight placed upon them. They looked weird like that, like they were made of rubber, it was because they had no bones inside them, only flexible cartilage to keep the ligaments from where her toes connected to her feet together. Her feet were up in the air too, because her legs were hinged like a real foxes, laying flat on her back caused them to rise up into the air awkwardly.
He wasn't wearing his jacket anymore, a plain white T-shirt over his shoulders. He had taken off his sneakers too, stepping around in his stocking feet made Renamon think of Ruki. How she would just slip her shoes off and walk around the house and porch practically barefoot.
"What would you like to call me?" he said, leaning closer.
He smelled musky, a smell that came from male sweat. It wasn't a bad smell, it was actually nice when it wasn't too strong, as it usually was, but his was mild, natural. Renamon smelled something else too, something she'd never noticed before.
"I don't know" Renamon answered him.
"Call me Tatsuya," he said.
The name sounded almost mystical when he said it. Renamon had heard the name before, but when he said it, it was almost hypnotizing.
"I will call you Renamon if that's what you want"
Renamon nodded.
"Why have you brought me here? Its not often that anyone can even see me" Renamon spoke up.
"Oh I could see you perfectly… and besides, you looked like you needed help."
"And you pick every talking fox you meet?" She said sarcastically.
"Only the lonely ones" he said, smiling.
Renamon wondered about what he meant by that, but it was probably best to not ask questions. Renamon watched him reach for her wounded leg; she pulled it away instinctively, not wishing any further pain.
"Are you going to let me check it out or what?" he said.
Renamon looked him over again. He certainly didn't look dangerous, maybe a little shady, but then there was that mysterious smell, that aura, it was like it almost demanded something, everything around it.
She pushed her injured leg back out, so he could see it.
"Huh… it looks like its bruised…or sprained, it's kind of hard to tell with you," he stated bluntly. Renamon felt strange, "why does he care?" he felt with soft fingers over it, Renamon winced slightly; it was still issuing tinges of pain.
"How did you get this?" he said, looking over the bruised, purple flesh.
"Someone gave this to you, didn't they?" he said, a flat, solemn over his once cheery expression.
"I uh…yes…" Renamon fumbled with her words, she was both embarrassed and saddened by the events with Ruki. "Why did you do this to me Ruki?" she thought.
"Is Ruki your human friend?" he spoke out after a long time.
Renamon looked up at him with tearing eyes. "Yes…she's the one who hit me."
"With this?" he said, holding up the digivice.
"How do you know?" Renamon said, her voice cracking.
"Maybe because you just told me…or maybe I can hear your thoughts" he said, as mysterious as ever.
He laid the small plastic object on the floor beside the bed.
"So what are you going to do? Head back after your bruises heal?"
"I don't know" Renamon said, fully crying now, another first for her.
"She's not happy when I train, not when I kill, not when I try to love her… why? What's the purpose of me even living?" her voice had risen, not shouting but not whispering either. "I wanna know! Why does it have to be this way?" she said sitting up on the bed. "She's the only thing I live for, how could she treat me like this? If she can't love me than kill me! Kill me so at least I'm done with… I don't wanna live like this…"
"You think she'd kill you if you asked?" he said softly.
Renamon looked at him through wet eyes, she shook her head.
He sat up from his spot in front of her, turning around so she faced his back.
"You said you wanted to die…do you really?"
"Yes…I don't think I'd be able to start over…I came to her because she wanted somebody strong…what she really wanted was a weapon, a tool…and she didn't even understand when I tried to get close to her…when I tried to love her…"
He stood for a moment.
"If you want to die…I can help"
"Kill me," she said.
He turned on his heel, Renamon stood up on shaky legs, and then he moved.
Renamon felt her chest cave in. when she looked down she saw his fist pulling back from its punch. She dropped to her knees; he had bent forward and punched her in a fraction of a second. Renamon let out a gasp, a rasp of breath, and then she was hit in her face. He had backhanded her; Renamon did a half roll a landed on the other side of the room.
Wordlessly he stalked over to her crumpled form, he lifted her up, her feet not touching the ground anymore. Renamon felt needles pierce her skin, that's what it felt like, needles. He was biting her, as animalistic as his beating. Renamon was able to gather through the pain that he wasn't gnashing as he bit; he was simply holding it.
Renamon felt her strength do a fade on her, she was dying, and this was what it felt like.
He released her from his bite.
Then Renamon's mind began on instinct.
"Fight back!" it screamed, so she did.
Without thinking Renamon bucked her head, the only part of her body that was accessible at the moment.
She brought her own teeth down, down onto his shoulder. Renamon's fox-teeth making pinholes in the fabric, his skin tearing. Renamon had bit her opponents in battle before, bit them like an animal, when she did there was blood, she could sense the taste on her teeth afterwards. It always tasted the same, salty and metallic, like a piece of metal, yet living.
Renamon's head hurt, so she let go, he hadn't cried out or even winced when she bit him.
She felt herself drop, onto the hard wood floor.
"That wasn't very smart of you," the man called Tatsuya said.
Renamon thrashed on the floor, the fur below her collarbone was wet with blood and was what most likely saliva. Her chest and head and shoulder hurt, the taste of blood in her mouth, the thought of never seeing Ruki again in her mind.
She tried to get up, her hands sliding out from under her. And out of all the pain she was in, she felt weak, not just tired, weak, as if there had been something taken out of her.
She looked up at Tatsuya, another person she expected kindness from, staring down at her, gravely, his white T-shirt also a bloody mess.
Renamon didn't start to get sick until she realized the smell of his blood was making her hungry.
Author's note; if you want to contact me I'm at cj812@aol.com, for Chibi Renamon Renamon@SoftHome.net
A re-write by outlaw torn
This is a re-write of Chibi Renamon's "the fox who cried vampire" the idea and basic plotline is his, everything else though has been Re-done by me.
Authors note; this contains vampirism, crossbreeding, and violence. Plus I use all Japanese names and attacks.
Touching death's thigh
When Renamon woke up, it was to the bright fury of a sixty-watt bulb. Her mind was still hazy from sleep, and "where the hell am I?"
"You're with me," a familiar voice announced.
"And you are?" Renamon asked, sitting up.
She was lying on a futon bed, but from the look of the room, she could tell it wasn't a house.
"Are names important to you?" he said quizzically.
"Yes, I'm Renamon"
He frowned. "That's what you are, it's not your name"
"How did you know that?" Renamon said, curious herself.
"Your name ends in 'mon', like all the other digimon, 'Rena' is simply you description."
" 'Renard' means 'fox' in French" He went on. "Do you want to be called 'fox' all the time?"
Renamon was interested now. "What do you want to call me?" she said.
He padded over to her from where he was standing. Renamon noticed his cat- like movements again. In all the black clothes, he looked like a panther, gliding over the floor as he walked.
Renamon took in more of the room as she looked around, it was a hotel room, the décor was just too "cookie cutter" to be anything else.
He stopped at the foot of the bed and crouched down. Renamon realized that this was the first time she'd ever been in a bed.
Her legs reached the foot of the bed, her toes drooping down slightly from having no weight placed upon them. They looked weird like that, like they were made of rubber, it was because they had no bones inside them, only flexible cartilage to keep the ligaments from where her toes connected to her feet together. Her feet were up in the air too, because her legs were hinged like a real foxes, laying flat on her back caused them to rise up into the air awkwardly.
He wasn't wearing his jacket anymore, a plain white T-shirt over his shoulders. He had taken off his sneakers too, stepping around in his stocking feet made Renamon think of Ruki. How she would just slip her shoes off and walk around the house and porch practically barefoot.
"What would you like to call me?" he said, leaning closer.
He smelled musky, a smell that came from male sweat. It wasn't a bad smell, it was actually nice when it wasn't too strong, as it usually was, but his was mild, natural. Renamon smelled something else too, something she'd never noticed before.
"I don't know" Renamon answered him.
"Call me Tatsuya," he said.
The name sounded almost mystical when he said it. Renamon had heard the name before, but when he said it, it was almost hypnotizing.
"I will call you Renamon if that's what you want"
Renamon nodded.
"Why have you brought me here? Its not often that anyone can even see me" Renamon spoke up.
"Oh I could see you perfectly… and besides, you looked like you needed help."
"And you pick every talking fox you meet?" She said sarcastically.
"Only the lonely ones" he said, smiling.
Renamon wondered about what he meant by that, but it was probably best to not ask questions. Renamon watched him reach for her wounded leg; she pulled it away instinctively, not wishing any further pain.
"Are you going to let me check it out or what?" he said.
Renamon looked him over again. He certainly didn't look dangerous, maybe a little shady, but then there was that mysterious smell, that aura, it was like it almost demanded something, everything around it.
She pushed her injured leg back out, so he could see it.
"Huh… it looks like its bruised…or sprained, it's kind of hard to tell with you," he stated bluntly. Renamon felt strange, "why does he care?" he felt with soft fingers over it, Renamon winced slightly; it was still issuing tinges of pain.
"How did you get this?" he said, looking over the bruised, purple flesh.
"Someone gave this to you, didn't they?" he said, a flat, solemn over his once cheery expression.
"I uh…yes…" Renamon fumbled with her words, she was both embarrassed and saddened by the events with Ruki. "Why did you do this to me Ruki?" she thought.
"Is Ruki your human friend?" he spoke out after a long time.
Renamon looked up at him with tearing eyes. "Yes…she's the one who hit me."
"With this?" he said, holding up the digivice.
"How do you know?" Renamon said, her voice cracking.
"Maybe because you just told me…or maybe I can hear your thoughts" he said, as mysterious as ever.
He laid the small plastic object on the floor beside the bed.
"So what are you going to do? Head back after your bruises heal?"
"I don't know" Renamon said, fully crying now, another first for her.
"She's not happy when I train, not when I kill, not when I try to love her… why? What's the purpose of me even living?" her voice had risen, not shouting but not whispering either. "I wanna know! Why does it have to be this way?" she said sitting up on the bed. "She's the only thing I live for, how could she treat me like this? If she can't love me than kill me! Kill me so at least I'm done with… I don't wanna live like this…"
"You think she'd kill you if you asked?" he said softly.
Renamon looked at him through wet eyes, she shook her head.
He sat up from his spot in front of her, turning around so she faced his back.
"You said you wanted to die…do you really?"
"Yes…I don't think I'd be able to start over…I came to her because she wanted somebody strong…what she really wanted was a weapon, a tool…and she didn't even understand when I tried to get close to her…when I tried to love her…"
He stood for a moment.
"If you want to die…I can help"
"Kill me," she said.
He turned on his heel, Renamon stood up on shaky legs, and then he moved.
Renamon felt her chest cave in. when she looked down she saw his fist pulling back from its punch. She dropped to her knees; he had bent forward and punched her in a fraction of a second. Renamon let out a gasp, a rasp of breath, and then she was hit in her face. He had backhanded her; Renamon did a half roll a landed on the other side of the room.
Wordlessly he stalked over to her crumpled form, he lifted her up, her feet not touching the ground anymore. Renamon felt needles pierce her skin, that's what it felt like, needles. He was biting her, as animalistic as his beating. Renamon was able to gather through the pain that he wasn't gnashing as he bit; he was simply holding it.
Renamon felt her strength do a fade on her, she was dying, and this was what it felt like.
He released her from his bite.
Then Renamon's mind began on instinct.
"Fight back!" it screamed, so she did.
Without thinking Renamon bucked her head, the only part of her body that was accessible at the moment.
She brought her own teeth down, down onto his shoulder. Renamon's fox-teeth making pinholes in the fabric, his skin tearing. Renamon had bit her opponents in battle before, bit them like an animal, when she did there was blood, she could sense the taste on her teeth afterwards. It always tasted the same, salty and metallic, like a piece of metal, yet living.
Renamon's head hurt, so she let go, he hadn't cried out or even winced when she bit him.
She felt herself drop, onto the hard wood floor.
"That wasn't very smart of you," the man called Tatsuya said.
Renamon thrashed on the floor, the fur below her collarbone was wet with blood and was what most likely saliva. Her chest and head and shoulder hurt, the taste of blood in her mouth, the thought of never seeing Ruki again in her mind.
She tried to get up, her hands sliding out from under her. And out of all the pain she was in, she felt weak, not just tired, weak, as if there had been something taken out of her.
She looked up at Tatsuya, another person she expected kindness from, staring down at her, gravely, his white T-shirt also a bloody mess.
Renamon didn't start to get sick until she realized the smell of his blood was making her hungry.
Author's note; if you want to contact me I'm at cj812@aol.com, for Chibi Renamon Renamon@SoftHome.net