Disclamer: Me not own digimon.
Anyway, I said I was gonna make a vampire fic, so here we are. This is the firs chapter. Enjoy.
Chapter one.
In with the wrong crowed.
Yamatto wiped the sweat from his forhead. That was one hell of a concert. He sat on a chair in his dressing room, putting
his guitar away. The rest of the band had left. That was a good thing. He like walking home alone. It gave him a chance to
think.
Yamatto wasn't what was thought to be the thinking kinda guy. He didn't think about computers or technologie, like a cetain
friend of his who's last name was the same as a famouse canadian fisher. He though about life. His life. What he was gonna
do tommorow. Who he wanted to meet tommorow. Thoughts about a certain pink haired girl he had a crush on, along with 2 other
"friends" of his. The only person who wasn't intrested in her was Taichi, who's thoughts were derected to a tenis-playing
red-head he had a crush on since the first day he saw her. He smiled. He was in a world of romance. Taichi Loved Sora. Sora
felt the same way. They both told him. But instead of telling them, he'd sit and watch them blush uncontrolably when they
talk about eatch other. He knew since there first trip to digiworld, really. He figured it out when Metalgarrurumon's
sensors picked up increased heat singnatures from the 2 of them. He only sensed them at the mention of the others name, but
none the less it was obviouse that those heat traces hinted passion or embarrasment. Sometimes the 2 even blushed when they
were talking to eatch other. Most would get tierd of it after a while, but yamatto wanted to see if the 2 had the courage
2 admit it to eatch other. If they didn't in the next month, he'd set them up. But really his main concern was the contest
for Mimi, the "Certain Pink haired girl" he was talking about. Though he really liked her, he really shouldn't consider her
a prize. Jyou said that to him. He wants everyone to think he only considers her a friend, and he does a good job. But at
times he shows definet weakness. When he comment that Mimi was like a challenge for him and Kouroshiro, Jyou was totally
on him. He yelled at him about how Mimi wasn't a priz to be won. He was really mad, for about 5 minutes. That's the longest
hes ever seen Jyou mad. Once Jyou caught a girl in school saying Mimi was a sheep. Yamatto though Jyou would blow a fuse,
but instead he casully walked up and bumped right into her, making her drop her books, and saying "Sorry loser" while making
his pass. Hikari was another one. Daisuke and Taikaru were always trying to impress her. Even though T.K was alot cooler
and less obvious the Daisuke. Then there was Ken and Miyako. They were the only ones actually going ou-
Yamatto's thought's were cut short as a car was speeding at him. Acting on instinced, Yamatto flexed every muscle in his
legs, and and leaped out of the path of the car. Yamatto hit the pavement hard with the wind nocked out of him. When Yamatto
finally found the strength to turn he saw the driver had got out of the car and was moving his way. Yamatto winced as he
felt a pain in his mouth. He spat out a solid object. It was white and blood mixed with the saliva. He must have hit face
first. Yamatto finally managed to get up. He had some pretty bad cut's and bruses, but nothing seriouse. He must have bine
daydreaming agian, because then he felt a strong hand grab him by the coller. Yamatto didn't have time to prepare himself
and in seconds found himself being slamed agenst the wall, wincing in pain, he managed to fight off the dissyness and get
a look at the enemy.
He was a big man, looked about in his early twenties. He had short, brown hair and dark eyes. His big arms pined Yamatto
to the wall, preventing him from moving. Yamatto juged by the way he was looking at him and the slow, heavy breaths this
guy was incredibly pissed.
"Look, you little bastered," The man said. "...didn't your mama tell you to look both ways before you cross?"
Yamatto grabed the arms of the man and squeesed. The mans grip loosend, giving Yamatto the opertunity to break his grip.
"Didn't they teach you in driving school to stop at a stop sign?" Yamatto shot back. The man grit his teeth. Yamatto had a
point. Yamatto had the right-away. The man clenched both his fists, as if he was going to attack Yamatto. Yamatto raised his
fists. He was ready for a fight, if need be. The man took at shot at Yamatto's face. With cat-like agility, Yamatto
side steped the punch, as a scream from the man told Yamatto that the man's fist had hit the brick wall. The man backed away
from Yamatto, clenching his fist in agony. Yamatto saw this a his chance. Before the man knew it, Yamatto had attacked,
with a hard blow to the gut. the man fell backwards in pain as Yamatto watched. Yamatto didn't want to seriously hurt him.
he just wanted to get his point across. The man was doubled-over in pain, holding his stomach after Yamatto hit him. Yamtto
sighed and picked up his guitar case, and walked away.
"Good thing I stoped the fight there," Yamatto thought. "...That guy was probably big enough to take me down."
Yamatto turned his head to make sure the guy was alright. But when he turned around, he found only the car there, lights and
still in park. Yamatto raised his eyebrow. He went over to investigate.
Yamatto was feeling a bit conserned at first. Maybe the man was getting a weapon of some sort. Yamatto quickly cheaked the
inside of the car. When he was done he checked the trunk. (He managed to get the trunk open since the keys were still in
the ignition.) Yamatto was getting really worried now. This guy just disapiered in thin air. Damn, this was spooky.
Yamatto had to hurry home and report this to the police. He set a steady pace of joging. Whatever happened to that guy may
be after him. Maybe some kind of evil got him. Yamatto laughed at his exuse. He had to stop watching those Evil Dead movies.
Yamatto had gone about 5 blocks, so he was only five minutes from his house now. He stoped to to take a break. He was
outside the movie rental store. He took a look at the posters for some of the low buget movies they had on sale. None were
perticularly intresting, but his eyes suddenly stoped at one. Yamatto felt a cool breeze send a chill up his spine as he
read it.
"Shadow of the Vampire." I read.
Yamatto snaped out of his trance. He shook his head a little and laughed. Vampires! Yeah, right, he was about as sure about
there being Vampires in Tokyo as he was that Myotismon was afraid of Bunnies. The odd's of there being Vampires in the city
were the same as getting tickets to the new Jurassic Park movie on late notice. In other words, Impossible. Yamatto sighed
and turned around to keep moving, when a warm, wet liqiude touched the back of his neck and made him jump. He touched the
warm, sticky liquid. It was a colore he reconised well. It was red. 3 more drops fell on his head. As Yamatto looked up,
he could hear the squeeking of a bat.
Yamatto's eyes widened in horror. Above him stood a women, pale as the moonlight, carrying the man Yamatto had saw before.
Her red hair mached the color of her red dress. The frightening part wasn't that she was stading ON the wall, but her teeth,
that looked just like fangs, were buried in the mans neck. Her cold eyes on Yamatto. Yamatto screamed and ran away, dropping
his guitar case as it shattered into splinters.]
Yamatto ran like a man possest, not bothering to be carfull of cars or people, not that their were any anyway. Yamatto never
stoped running, not even looking back. Except once. He took one glance over his shoulder, just before he slamed into
something hard.
Damn!
Yamatto hadn't seen any wall. Where the hell did it come from? Yamatto wanted to look to see what he hit, but he was to dizzy
to see much except for blurs. Damn, he hoped he hadn't screwed up his vision when he hit the wall. But as his vision was
clearing, saw he hadn't hit a wall. It was a man. Yamatto feared for his life as he noticed the man had fangs. He was one
of the things he saw back there. Yamatto tried to scream, but he could move his lips. He wanted to move, but his limbs
refused to move. He felt himself lift up before the creature. It wore a dark cape, and dark cloths, his eyes and his short
hair were dark. The guy was a damn goth, Yamatto thought. The man smiled and moved his lips,
"I am far from a goth, brother."
He just read my thoughts, Yamatto thought to himself. Why the hell did he call him brother? Hes probably reading his thoughts
right now. Suddenly, Yamatto saw light blue glow in his chest. He wanted to see what it was but his white tank top covered
it, and he could'nt move. The hand of the man in front of him riped the Tank top in two, reaviling Yamatto musculair, bare
chest. Yamatto move his eyes down. In the center of his chest was a tattoo. A tattoo of the crest of friendship.
"So I was right." The man said. "You are one of chosen children. You will make a powerful servent, brother."
The man opened his mouth, showing the full extent of his fangs, as they avanced to his neck. Yamatto tried to scream as the
fangs penatrated the delicate flesh of Yamatto's neck. The blood flowed out slowly and painfully,as
the minutes sliped by like hours. With realisation that his life was over, salt water finally reached his eyes. Yamatto tried
despretly to make noise, but alas, the spell held ferm. Finally, Yamatto felt unconsiousness coming. Just before he passed
out, with tears flowing from his eyes, Yamatto made one last mental thought to the man...
"Who are you?"
The man, raising his head from Yamatto's neck, licking his lips, smiled and said:
"The leader of your future, brother."
With those last Yamatto finally fell into unconsiousness from bloodloss, with the question burning into his skull...
".....My future?...."
Well, that's the first chapter. Stay in touche for chapter 2 to see what happense to Yamatto. Next, we see what happense
when Taichi finds himself going Head-to-head with a Vampire...with the help of another Vampire??? See you in a few!
~SomeguyY2k