The fox that cried vampire- chapter 5
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.
Slow death dance
The dark and lonely road of concrete seemed to stretch on forever. The feeling in her stomach had blossomed and grown, reaching up and wrapping its tendrils around her ribs, and lapping at her lungs and heart. It begged for something, for something she didn't know. And the longer it begged the more it grew. Expanding, grasping, wanting. Threatening to devour her from the inside out. It pushed her on, made her go faster. Made her want to go faster. Made her seethe and boil. It turned her bones into metal and her fur into scales. As she moved she felt like she was flying, her feet almost not touching the ground. Everything blurred and fuzzed over. The farther she went down the road the more her stomach throbbed. She felt like she was thirsty and hungry all at once, like she could drink and eat forever, and still not get enough.
A feeling penetrated through her mind, a familiar, dangerous feeling. It bore through the misty haze of her mind to proclaim something, something important and exciting…
Digimon. The feeling told her; it told that a digimon was going to appear soon, and that was important. But important how? She asked herself. Her mind was set on one thing, a way to rid herself of her pain, and she couldn't even do that. The part of her that made her hurt, was stronger than the side that told her that a digimon appearing was important. Even though the smaller part of her knew that a digimon appearing was important, that she would have to be there to get rid of the digimon when it came was important to the girl, Ruki. And yet, the pained, hungry side told her to keep moving, in the direction she was going.
"Sir! We've got another rouge target!" Riley called. She sat atop an elevated chair below a gigantic dome-shaped screen, displaying a mirror image of the world, as well as the communication networks that ran through it.
A man in late-twenties wearing a dark business suit stepped up to a smaller TV-sized monitor on the west side of the mammoth room and flipped the cover of a Zippo-lighter open and closed. "What's the status of the target!" he called back. He said it more as a statement than a question, as if he already knew the answer.
"It destroyed the tracer sir! And it seems to be carrying something!" Riley reported. She was nervous, and not just for the first time since accepting the job.
"Location!" The man called.
"Tokyo Japan! Our sector! South west shinjuku area!"
"My god" the man thought. The west shinjuku area was only two blocks away.
"Is it possible to determine exact location of targets arrival?" the man shouted.
"Negative sir! The mass of the target is obscuring even the speed at which the target will emerge!"
The man shook his head, half in anger, half in disgust. It was going to be another waiting game, another unconfirmed emerged target. Hypno's couldn't remove a target they couldn't find, and if they couldn't find and acquire the targets they were paid to deal with, then they weren't doing their job, even if there was nothing they could do about it. He had quickly started to hate these things, these "digimon"; these creatures that denied him of respect from his superiors, denied him of control over his work, denied him of sleep and rest.
Now, since the tracer had been ditched, it could be anywhere within the city, it could just show up at any time. This seemed to happen every time, nights like this would never end, he couldn't go home---or even leave the building, until the target emerged and started causing trouble. He felt an immediate surge of anger, not just at the situation, but also at the creatures themselves. "They shouldn't be here," he told himself. "They don't deserve my time, they don't deserve to live!" he had balled his fists and was shaking them because he felt like it, he would have to go down to the target range after he got done with this one and "relieve stress" as he called it.
It would be another long night for Yamaki of Hypno's.
Ruki lay in her bed, asleep. The moon cast feeble light into her room making inkblot shapes on the walls.
Outside, the front gate of the garden wall unlatched itself, opened, closed, and latched itself again silently. The birds resting in the surrounding trees stirred restlessly. The wind kicked the water in the koi pond into ripples. The trees swayed and creaked with the wind.
The door to the young girls bedroom slid open, allowing the lunar light and wind in for just a second, before sliding shut again, unaided by visible hands.
The heat of the room was warm to her fur, but the heat only seemed to agitate her hunger. Her stomach swam and mumbled. Her eyes saw through the darkness of the room to the girl lying in bed. The sight of the girl set her emotions and her hunger into frenzy. She lay with the covers pulled up to her chin. Her sleeping form was restless; she rocked back and forth gently wrapped in her covers. The look on her face was a frown, of loneliness and forgotten dreams.
She knelt beside the young girl, watching her sway and whimper, in restless dreams. Or nightmares. She looked no more beautiful to her now than when she first saw her. Her long red hair had been taken down from its binding and lay spread out on her pillow. A milk white hand reached out and drew the blanket away from the girl's nape. She sunk to her knees and bent over the sleeping girl, catching her young scent and feeling her warm breath as it swept in and out rhythmically. She eased her head in and pressed her forehead to the girl's, feeling the warmth of her skin. She told the young one to stay asleep, to not wake up, as her body touched her own. The girl seemed to stop rocking back and forth and lay motionless, into a calm, almost peaceful state.
She reached under the young girl and lifted her head off the pillow, tilting her head back, she saw through the skin of her throat to the red- hot network of veins beneath. Her lips met with the girl's throat and she bit down.
Ruki's dream had been like all the others. Except this time she couldn't see Renamon in it, she couldn't see anyone. She was in a cold, dark place, and no on was around, it was just herself, she was alone. All she could see was black. No light anywhere. So she put her hands out in front of her face, so she wouldn't bump into anything, but that was the part that scared her, she didn't bump into anything. It was just darkness everywhere, covering her eyes, smothering her body, creeping inside of her---that's when she was brought away from it, away from the dream. Her mother of grandmother must have pinched like they always used to for fun when she was little because, she felt something sting her neck. When she felt the sting, the dream faded away like a curtain closing on a bad play.
When she opened her eyes it wasn't to the fear of a bad dream, it was to her room. She blinked her eyes to the light seeping in through her windows. She sat up rubbing her eyes, breathing out a small yawn. The air of the room was chilly, and then she realized that she had been sleeping topless since she took her shirt off the night before.
Ruki pushed the warm blanket off her legs, feeling them shrink back because of the cold. She turned to get up---and saw Renamon curled up into a ball in the corner. She was lying in the shadow of her dresser, her legs pulled into her chest, her arms folded across her chest. She looked so still that for a minute Ruki almost thought she was dead. The sun had just risen; the room was bathed in the soft sun light from the windows. The thought occurred to Ruki that Renamon had chosen the darkest part of her room to crash, like she didn't like the light or something.
Then Ruki thought, "What is she even doing in my room in the first place?" she couldn't even get to her dresser because the fox was in front of it.
She got off her bed and stepped across the chilly floor in her bare feet. "Renamon, get up!" she said addressing Renamon's sleeping form. Renamon shifted her arms and legs around at the sound of Ruki's voice.
"Y-yes Ruki-san?" Renamon slurred her words sleepily.
"Move! I have to get dressed!" Ruki commanded.
Renamon rolled over onto her arms and crawled away from the dresser, but still staying away from the sunlight coming from the windows, curling up into a ball again. Ruki watched her crawl on her hands and knees and wondered where she had been for the last three days. But she wouldn't say anything about it; she never did when Renamon would disappear before, after all, she always came back.
Ruki pulled the top drawer of her dresser open and started to fish for a clean pair of socks. They had to be one of her black pairs because she needed to dress in her uniform for school. She found the elusive article only after going through the crowded drawer twice. Her skirt and dress shirt were already set on the top of the dresser the night before, along with one of her T-shirts and a pair of jeans she would change into after she got out of school, she didn't like her uniform, she didn't like wearing it, but going to school would keep her out of the house and away from her family.
As Ruki got dressed, she didn't notice Renamon watching her through a barely open eye.
After Ruki was dressed, she got her bag containing her essentials, her books, her pencil box, and her notebook. She slung the bag around her shoulder and pulled the door open, taking a look over her shoulder at Renamon, still curled up in the corner. She was happy she was back, in a way. Her coming back was at least something concrete, something real to look forward to.
Ruki stepped through the doorway, onto the "porch" of the house, Realizing that it was colder than she thought outside, a lot colder, for a moment she thought she could see her own breath in the air. And for a split second, thought that someone was behind her. She spun around almost dropping her bag—and nothing. No one was there.
She closed the door to her room and leaned on it, breathing hard, her eyes wide with fear, it was what she did when she was afraid. The same thing she did when Lee's digimon had got in the way of Renamon's attack.
His little digimon, Terriermon, had evolved into a giant humanoid rabbit, with machine guns for arms. Lee kept shouting for it to stop, but it didn't hear him, it had gone crazy. Renamon had tried to stop it, but it just got up again, pointing those huge black guns right at Ruki, aiming for her, grinning and laughing through a muzzled mouth. Ruki backed up against a wall, her mouth hung open and tears started to form in the corner of her eyes, it had her, and Renamon couldn't get there in time. Then that red dinosaur, Guilmon, tackled the huge rabbit, knocking him away from her, saving her, to say the least. Ruki hated Takato for that, his digimon saving her, he had to have made the big dumb lizard do that intentionally, to make Ruki look weak, like some scared little girl that needed saving.
Ruki gritted her teeth in anger, hopping of the porch and breaking into a run. She didn't go see her mother or grandmother. She was already too angry, she didn't want the aggravation of having to deal with her mother, especially her mother and her "dress" ideas, no, that would wait until she at least got home, when she was in a better mood. She began to jog and eventually broke into a run down the path from her house. Partly that she didn't want to be anywhere near the porch, where she had felt that cold, and be away from whatever had made her afraid.
Renamon heard Ruki leave; her sprinting steps disappear down the front yard as she got farther away. Ruki wasn't acting any different than before, and yet, that didn't bother Renamon. It didn't bother her that she had made her move from where she was sleeping on the floor when she could have simply reached over her. Didn't bother her that Ruki was regarding her as a simple pet, an animal. Didn't bother her that Ruki had told her numerous times before that she was just data, un-living, robotic, that she had no feelings. What bothered her was what happened after Ruki left the room.
Renamon had strained her eyes to see through the blinding sunlight. Renamon felt Ruki become upset, afraid, and watched her slam the door and lean up against it. Renamon could "feel" her tamer's heavy breathing as her outline made a shadow in front of the door. Ruki was strange compared to the other humans she had run into, the other tamers. She wouldn't tell her digimon what was wrong like the other ones would. But never the less, Renamon had felt Ruki become afraid, and that made Renamon afraid, because if Ruki was afraid, then Renamon wasn't doing her job, her job of protecting… her tamer.
What good was she if she couldn't do that? What good was she if she couldn't evolve like all the other digimon?
Renamon could do nothing, nothing at the moment. She couldn't leave the room until later, much later. It wasn't that she had been told no to. It was her own self's intuition. Something deep and new inside of her told her that right now that the sun's ray was bright and agitating, that it could bring only malice and give only weakness. She crawled on her elbows back to the shade under the dresser, the darkness relieving her eyes of the powerful light.
As she moved, she noticed the digivice, still clipped to the shoulder of her arm bracer. It had remained with her since she left that hotel room, since last night, the night she couldn't remember. She remembered leaving the room and staring down at the city from the rooftop of the high building. After that was hazy and then blank, a wide black tile where her memory should have been, stretching out from that hotel room where a man had bitten her like an animal.
Renamon got up to her feet slowly, despite the stinging glare from the sun, and took the digivice from the purple material covering her arm, and placed the small object onto Ruki's dresser, so that it lay atop a pair of jeans that Ruki would wear later that day. "Let it protect her while I sleep" she thought, settling back onto the floor.
And it would protect her, more than Renamon could ever hope to guess.
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.
Slow death dance
The dark and lonely road of concrete seemed to stretch on forever. The feeling in her stomach had blossomed and grown, reaching up and wrapping its tendrils around her ribs, and lapping at her lungs and heart. It begged for something, for something she didn't know. And the longer it begged the more it grew. Expanding, grasping, wanting. Threatening to devour her from the inside out. It pushed her on, made her go faster. Made her want to go faster. Made her seethe and boil. It turned her bones into metal and her fur into scales. As she moved she felt like she was flying, her feet almost not touching the ground. Everything blurred and fuzzed over. The farther she went down the road the more her stomach throbbed. She felt like she was thirsty and hungry all at once, like she could drink and eat forever, and still not get enough.
A feeling penetrated through her mind, a familiar, dangerous feeling. It bore through the misty haze of her mind to proclaim something, something important and exciting…
Digimon. The feeling told her; it told that a digimon was going to appear soon, and that was important. But important how? She asked herself. Her mind was set on one thing, a way to rid herself of her pain, and she couldn't even do that. The part of her that made her hurt, was stronger than the side that told her that a digimon appearing was important. Even though the smaller part of her knew that a digimon appearing was important, that she would have to be there to get rid of the digimon when it came was important to the girl, Ruki. And yet, the pained, hungry side told her to keep moving, in the direction she was going.
"Sir! We've got another rouge target!" Riley called. She sat atop an elevated chair below a gigantic dome-shaped screen, displaying a mirror image of the world, as well as the communication networks that ran through it.
A man in late-twenties wearing a dark business suit stepped up to a smaller TV-sized monitor on the west side of the mammoth room and flipped the cover of a Zippo-lighter open and closed. "What's the status of the target!" he called back. He said it more as a statement than a question, as if he already knew the answer.
"It destroyed the tracer sir! And it seems to be carrying something!" Riley reported. She was nervous, and not just for the first time since accepting the job.
"Location!" The man called.
"Tokyo Japan! Our sector! South west shinjuku area!"
"My god" the man thought. The west shinjuku area was only two blocks away.
"Is it possible to determine exact location of targets arrival?" the man shouted.
"Negative sir! The mass of the target is obscuring even the speed at which the target will emerge!"
The man shook his head, half in anger, half in disgust. It was going to be another waiting game, another unconfirmed emerged target. Hypno's couldn't remove a target they couldn't find, and if they couldn't find and acquire the targets they were paid to deal with, then they weren't doing their job, even if there was nothing they could do about it. He had quickly started to hate these things, these "digimon"; these creatures that denied him of respect from his superiors, denied him of control over his work, denied him of sleep and rest.
Now, since the tracer had been ditched, it could be anywhere within the city, it could just show up at any time. This seemed to happen every time, nights like this would never end, he couldn't go home---or even leave the building, until the target emerged and started causing trouble. He felt an immediate surge of anger, not just at the situation, but also at the creatures themselves. "They shouldn't be here," he told himself. "They don't deserve my time, they don't deserve to live!" he had balled his fists and was shaking them because he felt like it, he would have to go down to the target range after he got done with this one and "relieve stress" as he called it.
It would be another long night for Yamaki of Hypno's.
Ruki lay in her bed, asleep. The moon cast feeble light into her room making inkblot shapes on the walls.
Outside, the front gate of the garden wall unlatched itself, opened, closed, and latched itself again silently. The birds resting in the surrounding trees stirred restlessly. The wind kicked the water in the koi pond into ripples. The trees swayed and creaked with the wind.
The door to the young girls bedroom slid open, allowing the lunar light and wind in for just a second, before sliding shut again, unaided by visible hands.
The heat of the room was warm to her fur, but the heat only seemed to agitate her hunger. Her stomach swam and mumbled. Her eyes saw through the darkness of the room to the girl lying in bed. The sight of the girl set her emotions and her hunger into frenzy. She lay with the covers pulled up to her chin. Her sleeping form was restless; she rocked back and forth gently wrapped in her covers. The look on her face was a frown, of loneliness and forgotten dreams.
She knelt beside the young girl, watching her sway and whimper, in restless dreams. Or nightmares. She looked no more beautiful to her now than when she first saw her. Her long red hair had been taken down from its binding and lay spread out on her pillow. A milk white hand reached out and drew the blanket away from the girl's nape. She sunk to her knees and bent over the sleeping girl, catching her young scent and feeling her warm breath as it swept in and out rhythmically. She eased her head in and pressed her forehead to the girl's, feeling the warmth of her skin. She told the young one to stay asleep, to not wake up, as her body touched her own. The girl seemed to stop rocking back and forth and lay motionless, into a calm, almost peaceful state.
She reached under the young girl and lifted her head off the pillow, tilting her head back, she saw through the skin of her throat to the red- hot network of veins beneath. Her lips met with the girl's throat and she bit down.
Ruki's dream had been like all the others. Except this time she couldn't see Renamon in it, she couldn't see anyone. She was in a cold, dark place, and no on was around, it was just herself, she was alone. All she could see was black. No light anywhere. So she put her hands out in front of her face, so she wouldn't bump into anything, but that was the part that scared her, she didn't bump into anything. It was just darkness everywhere, covering her eyes, smothering her body, creeping inside of her---that's when she was brought away from it, away from the dream. Her mother of grandmother must have pinched like they always used to for fun when she was little because, she felt something sting her neck. When she felt the sting, the dream faded away like a curtain closing on a bad play.
When she opened her eyes it wasn't to the fear of a bad dream, it was to her room. She blinked her eyes to the light seeping in through her windows. She sat up rubbing her eyes, breathing out a small yawn. The air of the room was chilly, and then she realized that she had been sleeping topless since she took her shirt off the night before.
Ruki pushed the warm blanket off her legs, feeling them shrink back because of the cold. She turned to get up---and saw Renamon curled up into a ball in the corner. She was lying in the shadow of her dresser, her legs pulled into her chest, her arms folded across her chest. She looked so still that for a minute Ruki almost thought she was dead. The sun had just risen; the room was bathed in the soft sun light from the windows. The thought occurred to Ruki that Renamon had chosen the darkest part of her room to crash, like she didn't like the light or something.
Then Ruki thought, "What is she even doing in my room in the first place?" she couldn't even get to her dresser because the fox was in front of it.
She got off her bed and stepped across the chilly floor in her bare feet. "Renamon, get up!" she said addressing Renamon's sleeping form. Renamon shifted her arms and legs around at the sound of Ruki's voice.
"Y-yes Ruki-san?" Renamon slurred her words sleepily.
"Move! I have to get dressed!" Ruki commanded.
Renamon rolled over onto her arms and crawled away from the dresser, but still staying away from the sunlight coming from the windows, curling up into a ball again. Ruki watched her crawl on her hands and knees and wondered where she had been for the last three days. But she wouldn't say anything about it; she never did when Renamon would disappear before, after all, she always came back.
Ruki pulled the top drawer of her dresser open and started to fish for a clean pair of socks. They had to be one of her black pairs because she needed to dress in her uniform for school. She found the elusive article only after going through the crowded drawer twice. Her skirt and dress shirt were already set on the top of the dresser the night before, along with one of her T-shirts and a pair of jeans she would change into after she got out of school, she didn't like her uniform, she didn't like wearing it, but going to school would keep her out of the house and away from her family.
As Ruki got dressed, she didn't notice Renamon watching her through a barely open eye.
After Ruki was dressed, she got her bag containing her essentials, her books, her pencil box, and her notebook. She slung the bag around her shoulder and pulled the door open, taking a look over her shoulder at Renamon, still curled up in the corner. She was happy she was back, in a way. Her coming back was at least something concrete, something real to look forward to.
Ruki stepped through the doorway, onto the "porch" of the house, Realizing that it was colder than she thought outside, a lot colder, for a moment she thought she could see her own breath in the air. And for a split second, thought that someone was behind her. She spun around almost dropping her bag—and nothing. No one was there.
She closed the door to her room and leaned on it, breathing hard, her eyes wide with fear, it was what she did when she was afraid. The same thing she did when Lee's digimon had got in the way of Renamon's attack.
His little digimon, Terriermon, had evolved into a giant humanoid rabbit, with machine guns for arms. Lee kept shouting for it to stop, but it didn't hear him, it had gone crazy. Renamon had tried to stop it, but it just got up again, pointing those huge black guns right at Ruki, aiming for her, grinning and laughing through a muzzled mouth. Ruki backed up against a wall, her mouth hung open and tears started to form in the corner of her eyes, it had her, and Renamon couldn't get there in time. Then that red dinosaur, Guilmon, tackled the huge rabbit, knocking him away from her, saving her, to say the least. Ruki hated Takato for that, his digimon saving her, he had to have made the big dumb lizard do that intentionally, to make Ruki look weak, like some scared little girl that needed saving.
Ruki gritted her teeth in anger, hopping of the porch and breaking into a run. She didn't go see her mother or grandmother. She was already too angry, she didn't want the aggravation of having to deal with her mother, especially her mother and her "dress" ideas, no, that would wait until she at least got home, when she was in a better mood. She began to jog and eventually broke into a run down the path from her house. Partly that she didn't want to be anywhere near the porch, where she had felt that cold, and be away from whatever had made her afraid.
Renamon heard Ruki leave; her sprinting steps disappear down the front yard as she got farther away. Ruki wasn't acting any different than before, and yet, that didn't bother Renamon. It didn't bother her that she had made her move from where she was sleeping on the floor when she could have simply reached over her. Didn't bother her that Ruki was regarding her as a simple pet, an animal. Didn't bother her that Ruki had told her numerous times before that she was just data, un-living, robotic, that she had no feelings. What bothered her was what happened after Ruki left the room.
Renamon had strained her eyes to see through the blinding sunlight. Renamon felt Ruki become upset, afraid, and watched her slam the door and lean up against it. Renamon could "feel" her tamer's heavy breathing as her outline made a shadow in front of the door. Ruki was strange compared to the other humans she had run into, the other tamers. She wouldn't tell her digimon what was wrong like the other ones would. But never the less, Renamon had felt Ruki become afraid, and that made Renamon afraid, because if Ruki was afraid, then Renamon wasn't doing her job, her job of protecting… her tamer.
What good was she if she couldn't do that? What good was she if she couldn't evolve like all the other digimon?
Renamon could do nothing, nothing at the moment. She couldn't leave the room until later, much later. It wasn't that she had been told no to. It was her own self's intuition. Something deep and new inside of her told her that right now that the sun's ray was bright and agitating, that it could bring only malice and give only weakness. She crawled on her elbows back to the shade under the dresser, the darkness relieving her eyes of the powerful light.
As she moved, she noticed the digivice, still clipped to the shoulder of her arm bracer. It had remained with her since she left that hotel room, since last night, the night she couldn't remember. She remembered leaving the room and staring down at the city from the rooftop of the high building. After that was hazy and then blank, a wide black tile where her memory should have been, stretching out from that hotel room where a man had bitten her like an animal.
Renamon got up to her feet slowly, despite the stinging glare from the sun, and took the digivice from the purple material covering her arm, and placed the small object onto Ruki's dresser, so that it lay atop a pair of jeans that Ruki would wear later that day. "Let it protect her while I sleep" she thought, settling back onto the floor.
And it would protect her, more than Renamon could ever hope to guess.
Author's note; if you want to contact me I'm at cj812@aol.com, for Chibi Renamon Renamon@SoftHome.net