The fox that cried vampire- chapter 4
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.
Moon child
Night. Darkness long wafted over everything. People already inside with their loved ones. Calm and secure in the imagined safety of their beds.
Renamon was still on the floor. Her eyes glazed over, staring at nothing. Her mouth hanging open slightly, like a statue.
Death constructs. Data is discorporate.
The image of her lying on the ground becomes fuzzy; the hairs of her fur start to break off, turning to dust. Her shoulders slump in and collapse, the cartilage of her neck giving away. The hinged legs fold over, having nothing to keep them together. Her mouth drops open completely, her jaw sliding away from her skull. Her blue eyes wither and start to collapse, showing dark, empty eyes sockets behind them.
All the while her voice calls "Ruki?"
Ruki Makino jolted awake. She sat straight up in bed, sucking in lungful of air after lungful of air. Her eyes darted back and forth across her room, searching for the nightmare. As she realized that her dream wasn't real, she calmed down. The inky black of the windows told her it was still more or less still dark out. She threw the covers of her and rose to her feet, almost losing her balance. The dream had left her unsteady. Was that real? she asked herself.
It had seemed too real, to real for her. She was angry before, but now she wanted Renamon back. She didn't like to wake up from nightmares alone. She had made it clear to her mother and grandmother to not come into her room, so it didn't make sense to call out for them in the middle of the night. Whenever she did have nightmares they scared her senseless. They were usually about things she couldn't remember, or she would just wake up with a feeling of dread, or that something was after her, coming to get her.
The shirt she had worn to bed felt sweaty and greasy, uncomfortable. She peeled it off and dropped it carelessly over the edge of the bed. She would go topless now; she didn't feel like getting out of bed to get a clean shirt on, not because she was lazy, but because the dream still hadn't faded from her mind. In it, she saw her digimon, Renamon, alone somewhere dark and cold. She saw her lying there, dead. And she had to watch as her body broke and decomposed, melt.
She lay back onto her bed and tried to relax, but the uneasiness in her stomach would not go away. It had been two nights since she sent Renamon away. And for two whole nights she couldn't sleep, the dreams kept waking her up. She would go to bed feeling fine and then she would have dreams, weird dreams about the other tamers or just about Renamon. The dreams she had about the tamers were creepy enough, but then there were the ones about Renamon. She was always hurt or in pain in the dreams, like something had got her. Sometimes the fox was just staring at Ruki, while the other tamers ran around playing. And then there were the nightmares.
The bad dreams consisted of Renamon being covered in blood. In the beginning, she had told herself that it was just ketchup, or tomato sauce. But now she was convinced that it was blood covering her digimon. The dream seemed to reach out and whisper that in her ear. Even if she told herself it was just ketchup, or something else, the dream would remind her that it was blood.
This last dream though, was a true nightmare. This time, she had seen Renamon actually die. But, there was something about it, something not right, something not correct. In the dream, Renamon didn't just breakup into countless bits of data like she had seen so many digimon do. Renamon actually began to rot and decompose, like a human would, but different. Humans don't just turn into a skeleton right in front of you; it takes a long time for them to do that, a long, long time. She had just turned to dust in a matter of seconds. It reminded Ruki of a horror movie she had watched once, an American movie that was dubbed in Japanese. It was called "The lot of Salem" or something; Ruki really didn't remember titles. It was a vampire movie, it got really slow in some parts and Ruki had yawned through the bad Japanese dubbing. The part she remembered most clearly was the ending, when the two last people alive in the town had found the vampire's coffin and pried it open. The vampire was mildly scary, it was bald, had blue skin, and its fangs were side by side in the middle of its mouth like a rat. Once they had driven a stake into its heart, it let out this breathy rasping sound for what seemed like forever. When it finally did die though, it seemed to shrivel up and begin to decay. Its shoulders going limp and it's neck giving out. Its jaw becoming unhinged and falling off, and its dark eyes melting, showing the insides of its skull.
That's what had happened to Renamon in the nightmare. She had shriveled up, dead.
"But that didn't happen for real" she told herself.
Outside, the wind started to blow.
White clouds. White sand. Smoking in front of her eyes, stretching out into eternity. Black shapes danced and pulsed over, crowding deceit.
Renamon's stomach hurt. She opened her eyes to the sight of the hotel room ceiling staring down at her. She lay blinking up at it for a long time, trying to remember where she was. "Room" her memory, told her.
She pulled herself up, her right hand touching the half dried vomit she had made earlier. She pulled her hand back, frowning. "I threw up?" she looked to her right, a puddle of congealing goop on the wood floor. She supposed she should have been disgusted, but then, she had seen worse things. She turned away from it and got to her feet, making sure not to step in the mess she had forgotten she'd made.
"Bathroom" her mind told her. There was still a foul taste in her mouth from the stomach acids. She wanted to wash her mouth out, with soap if she had too.
She stumbled around for a while, having no idea where the room with the sink would be in a hotel room. She found it on the far side of the apartment. She pushed down on the metal handle and the door squeaked open. The sink was white porcelain, it had tiny chips here and there, but at least no suspicious looking stains like the toilet. She turned on the faucet and angled her head in, under the gush of water. She rinsed out her mouth, letting the chemical-treated water overlap the taste in her mouth. After she couldn't taste the vomit anymore, she washed off her hands, and while they were still wet, fined out her fur. She had somehow managed to keep her coat clean. Lucky for her, she wouldn't have to even think about using the grimed-out looking bathtub, or the twisted looking showerhead that loomed over it.
The bathroom mirror caught her attention, or rather the lack of it. She couldn't see it. She rubbed her eyes, and took another look at the room. The sink, the bathtub, and doorway you came through... The light. The twin light bulbs were set into fixtures coming out of each side of the mirror. She reached up and flicked the switch to the bulb on the left--- after Renamon hit the switch, the half-globe of the bulb seemed to heat up, making everything warmer suddenly. Then the light came.
The light came and the entire room was bathed in scalding white fury. It engulfed the space in front of her with shining, boiling pain. Renamon jerked her face away from the light, holding her arms in front of her face to keep the bright lances of pain from reaching her eyes. "Turn it off..." her mind told her. She wrapped her left arm around her face, and took strenuous, daring steps toward the heat and light. She reached out, her fingertips finding the switch---and in a flash it was gone. The light seemed to shrink and recede back into the center of the glass bulb. Relieved, she leaned up against the doorway, not panting, thankful that the light was gone. She had to blink a few dozen time's to make the shapes in front of her vision go away, not believing the light had done that to her. She wondered how just one light bulb could do that, turn into a mini sun just for her.
She had woken up in complete darkness. She was seeing as if there was light in the room, "as plain as day" Ruki would say. Ruki...
She stepped out into the room where the bed was, in total darkness, but her eyes showing her everything. She desperately wanted just to be in the same air as the girl again. That usually all she was afforded...just being around her.
But even that seemed like a good idea at the moment. "Besides" she thought. "That man might come back." She wouldn't take the doorway, no. That would take too long.
She padded across the room, her feet realizing how itchy the carpet really was. The pain in the back of her head was gone, as well as her sore ankle. The thought of what gave the headache caused her to remember.
Digivice.
She stopped in her route for the window, the room was pitch black, but still she could see.
The little plastic object was still there, by the bed. Renamon stepped over the mess and snatched it up off the floor. The screen was still dark, no flashing lights or readouts. Is it not working because of me? She wondered. That man who had bit her didn't have the answer, nor did the black, empty room in front of her. She would have to start again, being Ruki's digimon. And yet, she still remembered why she had left. In the beginning, the girl was entranced simply be Renamon even being there. But then, Renamon started becoming second to the girl, second to the goal of having Renamon evolve. That was the reason why Renamon had left her own world, left her own to travel across the rift between dimensions simply to emerge into this one. Evolving was what Renamon wanted in the beginning too. But then over time she began to realize that she wasn't going to evolve just by fighting... there was something else... something Renamon didn't even want to admit to herself, even though she knew it.
Why she want evolving after destroying so many opponents, so many other digimon. Even though she supposed she could just go on by having Ruki use option cards. No amount of card slashing would ever make her evolve. The girl herself was the reason why she couldn't evolve, that was the part Renamon didn't want to admit.
It was time to get out of this hole.
Renamon clipped the digivice back onto the shoulder of her arm-guard and she was off.
Once outside the window, (which she had to break because it was locked) the cool mid-summer air greeted her, as well as all the scents and sounds of the city. Cement, trees, grass, machine odors, smells of food from the shops and restaurants that seemed to line the streets. The honking of horns and the clouded murmurs of people mixed and created a droning cacophony to the ears.
Renamon climbed the fire escape the outside of the window led to and made her way to the roof of the hotel building.
The darkness of night had transformed the city below into a swirling multi-colored universe of lights and movement.
Renamon no longer felt any pain. Not from her ankle or her head. But there was something else... she felt it twinge in her stomach and grow. Not pain. But hunger.
Hunger like she had never experienced before. She didn't feel like food, at least not for any food she'd ever tasted. This was different. Was she thirsty? Did her body need water? She did feel like having some water at the moment but something told her it wouldn't be enough...
The sound of the city below was starting to become nasty. Annoying. Harsh.
That, that...(white noise)
It reminded Renamon of a growl, a growl of an animal, or of a few of the digimon she had met during her stay in the digital world.
The beeps and honks of cars seemed up close, the voices of men and woman seemed only feet away. Renamon gazed over the rooftop. Nothing was there, just a wide-open black space. Then why did she feel like everything was so close?
Sound! That was it! Her hearing was why the cars and people sounded so close.
But then why did her hearing get better?
She pushed the thought to the back of her mind. Not wanting to know, and also not caring.
Ruki... the thought of the girl came to her mind again.
Below the city droned on.
Ruki.
The feeling in her stomach grew.
Ruki.
The city got louder.
Ruki.
Renamon shook her head violently. Cursing herself and her senses. Why was this happening? Why to her? Had she done something wrong as a digimon? Or done something wrong as a partner? What was going on with her ears?
Renamon closed her eyes, and began to block everything out, her way of meditation.
The drone of the city quieted down until Renamon could no longer hear it.
But the clawing in her stomach remained.
It felt like she was thirsty, for something she didn't understand. Or hungry, for a food she didn't want.
Ruki.
That place. With the little pond and garden where her tamer lived, looked so bright and welcoming now. Going back not only seemed like the right thing to do, it started to take on the feeling of something concrete, something true.
If I never came back... would she mourn for me? Would anyone? She thought.
The girl she knew of was as cold as ice. Could she really accept her? She had been called a "useless clump of data" on more than one occasion. Why was she like that? Other humans were not like that. She knew. She had seen the way the other digimon tamers were with their digimon. Was she not worth it to Ruki?
She remembered what had happened at the new years party.
Ruki had drunk so much that she became tired and happy. Renamon was sure that it was the drink. But it was a happy time. She remembered after a long while that she started talking to Renamon as if she was a fellow human, slurring her words and giggling. The young girl had talked almost for an hour. Sitting at her table in her room, just barely keeping her head up.
Finally she just stopped and put her head down on the table.
Renamon was there with her the whole time. In her room with only one light on, she looked so alone, so helpless. Renamon gathered the sleeping girl up and laid her on her bed. And after staring at her for a long time, draped the blanket of the futon over her.
Renamon wondered if she would be angry with her for being gone so long. But then, it really wasn't her fault. It was that man. He did this. Was he to blame?
Below the city chattered on. Ruki was waiting.
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.
Moon child
Night. Darkness long wafted over everything. People already inside with their loved ones. Calm and secure in the imagined safety of their beds.
Renamon was still on the floor. Her eyes glazed over, staring at nothing. Her mouth hanging open slightly, like a statue.
Death constructs. Data is discorporate.
The image of her lying on the ground becomes fuzzy; the hairs of her fur start to break off, turning to dust. Her shoulders slump in and collapse, the cartilage of her neck giving away. The hinged legs fold over, having nothing to keep them together. Her mouth drops open completely, her jaw sliding away from her skull. Her blue eyes wither and start to collapse, showing dark, empty eyes sockets behind them.
All the while her voice calls "Ruki?"
Ruki Makino jolted awake. She sat straight up in bed, sucking in lungful of air after lungful of air. Her eyes darted back and forth across her room, searching for the nightmare. As she realized that her dream wasn't real, she calmed down. The inky black of the windows told her it was still more or less still dark out. She threw the covers of her and rose to her feet, almost losing her balance. The dream had left her unsteady. Was that real? she asked herself.
It had seemed too real, to real for her. She was angry before, but now she wanted Renamon back. She didn't like to wake up from nightmares alone. She had made it clear to her mother and grandmother to not come into her room, so it didn't make sense to call out for them in the middle of the night. Whenever she did have nightmares they scared her senseless. They were usually about things she couldn't remember, or she would just wake up with a feeling of dread, or that something was after her, coming to get her.
The shirt she had worn to bed felt sweaty and greasy, uncomfortable. She peeled it off and dropped it carelessly over the edge of the bed. She would go topless now; she didn't feel like getting out of bed to get a clean shirt on, not because she was lazy, but because the dream still hadn't faded from her mind. In it, she saw her digimon, Renamon, alone somewhere dark and cold. She saw her lying there, dead. And she had to watch as her body broke and decomposed, melt.
She lay back onto her bed and tried to relax, but the uneasiness in her stomach would not go away. It had been two nights since she sent Renamon away. And for two whole nights she couldn't sleep, the dreams kept waking her up. She would go to bed feeling fine and then she would have dreams, weird dreams about the other tamers or just about Renamon. The dreams she had about the tamers were creepy enough, but then there were the ones about Renamon. She was always hurt or in pain in the dreams, like something had got her. Sometimes the fox was just staring at Ruki, while the other tamers ran around playing. And then there were the nightmares.
The bad dreams consisted of Renamon being covered in blood. In the beginning, she had told herself that it was just ketchup, or tomato sauce. But now she was convinced that it was blood covering her digimon. The dream seemed to reach out and whisper that in her ear. Even if she told herself it was just ketchup, or something else, the dream would remind her that it was blood.
This last dream though, was a true nightmare. This time, she had seen Renamon actually die. But, there was something about it, something not right, something not correct. In the dream, Renamon didn't just breakup into countless bits of data like she had seen so many digimon do. Renamon actually began to rot and decompose, like a human would, but different. Humans don't just turn into a skeleton right in front of you; it takes a long time for them to do that, a long, long time. She had just turned to dust in a matter of seconds. It reminded Ruki of a horror movie she had watched once, an American movie that was dubbed in Japanese. It was called "The lot of Salem" or something; Ruki really didn't remember titles. It was a vampire movie, it got really slow in some parts and Ruki had yawned through the bad Japanese dubbing. The part she remembered most clearly was the ending, when the two last people alive in the town had found the vampire's coffin and pried it open. The vampire was mildly scary, it was bald, had blue skin, and its fangs were side by side in the middle of its mouth like a rat. Once they had driven a stake into its heart, it let out this breathy rasping sound for what seemed like forever. When it finally did die though, it seemed to shrivel up and begin to decay. Its shoulders going limp and it's neck giving out. Its jaw becoming unhinged and falling off, and its dark eyes melting, showing the insides of its skull.
That's what had happened to Renamon in the nightmare. She had shriveled up, dead.
"But that didn't happen for real" she told herself.
Outside, the wind started to blow.
White clouds. White sand. Smoking in front of her eyes, stretching out into eternity. Black shapes danced and pulsed over, crowding deceit.
Renamon's stomach hurt. She opened her eyes to the sight of the hotel room ceiling staring down at her. She lay blinking up at it for a long time, trying to remember where she was. "Room" her memory, told her.
She pulled herself up, her right hand touching the half dried vomit she had made earlier. She pulled her hand back, frowning. "I threw up?" she looked to her right, a puddle of congealing goop on the wood floor. She supposed she should have been disgusted, but then, she had seen worse things. She turned away from it and got to her feet, making sure not to step in the mess she had forgotten she'd made.
"Bathroom" her mind told her. There was still a foul taste in her mouth from the stomach acids. She wanted to wash her mouth out, with soap if she had too.
She stumbled around for a while, having no idea where the room with the sink would be in a hotel room. She found it on the far side of the apartment. She pushed down on the metal handle and the door squeaked open. The sink was white porcelain, it had tiny chips here and there, but at least no suspicious looking stains like the toilet. She turned on the faucet and angled her head in, under the gush of water. She rinsed out her mouth, letting the chemical-treated water overlap the taste in her mouth. After she couldn't taste the vomit anymore, she washed off her hands, and while they were still wet, fined out her fur. She had somehow managed to keep her coat clean. Lucky for her, she wouldn't have to even think about using the grimed-out looking bathtub, or the twisted looking showerhead that loomed over it.
The bathroom mirror caught her attention, or rather the lack of it. She couldn't see it. She rubbed her eyes, and took another look at the room. The sink, the bathtub, and doorway you came through... The light. The twin light bulbs were set into fixtures coming out of each side of the mirror. She reached up and flicked the switch to the bulb on the left--- after Renamon hit the switch, the half-globe of the bulb seemed to heat up, making everything warmer suddenly. Then the light came.
The light came and the entire room was bathed in scalding white fury. It engulfed the space in front of her with shining, boiling pain. Renamon jerked her face away from the light, holding her arms in front of her face to keep the bright lances of pain from reaching her eyes. "Turn it off..." her mind told her. She wrapped her left arm around her face, and took strenuous, daring steps toward the heat and light. She reached out, her fingertips finding the switch---and in a flash it was gone. The light seemed to shrink and recede back into the center of the glass bulb. Relieved, she leaned up against the doorway, not panting, thankful that the light was gone. She had to blink a few dozen time's to make the shapes in front of her vision go away, not believing the light had done that to her. She wondered how just one light bulb could do that, turn into a mini sun just for her.
She had woken up in complete darkness. She was seeing as if there was light in the room, "as plain as day" Ruki would say. Ruki...
She stepped out into the room where the bed was, in total darkness, but her eyes showing her everything. She desperately wanted just to be in the same air as the girl again. That usually all she was afforded...just being around her.
But even that seemed like a good idea at the moment. "Besides" she thought. "That man might come back." She wouldn't take the doorway, no. That would take too long.
She padded across the room, her feet realizing how itchy the carpet really was. The pain in the back of her head was gone, as well as her sore ankle. The thought of what gave the headache caused her to remember.
Digivice.
She stopped in her route for the window, the room was pitch black, but still she could see.
The little plastic object was still there, by the bed. Renamon stepped over the mess and snatched it up off the floor. The screen was still dark, no flashing lights or readouts. Is it not working because of me? She wondered. That man who had bit her didn't have the answer, nor did the black, empty room in front of her. She would have to start again, being Ruki's digimon. And yet, she still remembered why she had left. In the beginning, the girl was entranced simply be Renamon even being there. But then, Renamon started becoming second to the girl, second to the goal of having Renamon evolve. That was the reason why Renamon had left her own world, left her own to travel across the rift between dimensions simply to emerge into this one. Evolving was what Renamon wanted in the beginning too. But then over time she began to realize that she wasn't going to evolve just by fighting... there was something else... something Renamon didn't even want to admit to herself, even though she knew it.
Why she want evolving after destroying so many opponents, so many other digimon. Even though she supposed she could just go on by having Ruki use option cards. No amount of card slashing would ever make her evolve. The girl herself was the reason why she couldn't evolve, that was the part Renamon didn't want to admit.
It was time to get out of this hole.
Renamon clipped the digivice back onto the shoulder of her arm-guard and she was off.
Once outside the window, (which she had to break because it was locked) the cool mid-summer air greeted her, as well as all the scents and sounds of the city. Cement, trees, grass, machine odors, smells of food from the shops and restaurants that seemed to line the streets. The honking of horns and the clouded murmurs of people mixed and created a droning cacophony to the ears.
Renamon climbed the fire escape the outside of the window led to and made her way to the roof of the hotel building.
The darkness of night had transformed the city below into a swirling multi-colored universe of lights and movement.
Renamon no longer felt any pain. Not from her ankle or her head. But there was something else... she felt it twinge in her stomach and grow. Not pain. But hunger.
Hunger like she had never experienced before. She didn't feel like food, at least not for any food she'd ever tasted. This was different. Was she thirsty? Did her body need water? She did feel like having some water at the moment but something told her it wouldn't be enough...
The sound of the city below was starting to become nasty. Annoying. Harsh.
That, that...(white noise)
It reminded Renamon of a growl, a growl of an animal, or of a few of the digimon she had met during her stay in the digital world.
The beeps and honks of cars seemed up close, the voices of men and woman seemed only feet away. Renamon gazed over the rooftop. Nothing was there, just a wide-open black space. Then why did she feel like everything was so close?
Sound! That was it! Her hearing was why the cars and people sounded so close.
But then why did her hearing get better?
She pushed the thought to the back of her mind. Not wanting to know, and also not caring.
Ruki... the thought of the girl came to her mind again.
Below the city droned on.
Ruki.
The feeling in her stomach grew.
Ruki.
The city got louder.
Ruki.
Renamon shook her head violently. Cursing herself and her senses. Why was this happening? Why to her? Had she done something wrong as a digimon? Or done something wrong as a partner? What was going on with her ears?
Renamon closed her eyes, and began to block everything out, her way of meditation.
The drone of the city quieted down until Renamon could no longer hear it.
But the clawing in her stomach remained.
It felt like she was thirsty, for something she didn't understand. Or hungry, for a food she didn't want.
Ruki.
That place. With the little pond and garden where her tamer lived, looked so bright and welcoming now. Going back not only seemed like the right thing to do, it started to take on the feeling of something concrete, something true.
If I never came back... would she mourn for me? Would anyone? She thought.
The girl she knew of was as cold as ice. Could she really accept her? She had been called a "useless clump of data" on more than one occasion. Why was she like that? Other humans were not like that. She knew. She had seen the way the other digimon tamers were with their digimon. Was she not worth it to Ruki?
She remembered what had happened at the new years party.
Ruki had drunk so much that she became tired and happy. Renamon was sure that it was the drink. But it was a happy time. She remembered after a long while that she started talking to Renamon as if she was a fellow human, slurring her words and giggling. The young girl had talked almost for an hour. Sitting at her table in her room, just barely keeping her head up.
Finally she just stopped and put her head down on the table.
Renamon was there with her the whole time. In her room with only one light on, she looked so alone, so helpless. Renamon gathered the sleeping girl up and laid her on her bed. And after staring at her for a long time, draped the blanket of the futon over her.
Renamon wondered if she would be angry with her for being gone so long. But then, it really wasn't her fault. It was that man. He did this. Was he to blame?
Below the city chattered on. Ruki was waiting.
Author's note; if you want to contact me I'm at cj812@aol.com, for Chibi Renamon Renamon@SoftHome.net