A/N: I was not waiting for anything; just suffering from writer's block with Forever Virus. Plus working on the Myo shrine. And everyone else in my family wants to use the computer. Thank you to all of you who stick around! I appreciate it very much. I am very very VERY sorry it took so long to update!
Oh, by the way, for those of you who want to see a picture of AngeMyotismon, just go to my fan art account at www.mediaminer.org (under the pen name Athena1999) or simply go to the following page: http://www.mediaminer.org/fanart/view.php?id=127752.
Chapter 3
You Are Mine
Angewomon knew exactly what Angemon had implied by that statement. He had chastised his female counterpart that though Myotismon's appearance had altered, especially with the hair and the attire, and though he had even grown wings, was the vampire truly as the prefix of his new name denoted, or was everything consistent no matter what the form? The question burned in her mind like a well-fed fire, and every time she attempted to lead her mind astray from the thought, everything was just drawn back to it somehow.
Is Myotismon truly good? He is an angel, after all. I have always had somewhat of a soft spot for him in my heart, though my mind did not want me to think so. Every whip from his Crimson Lightning… every time he lashed out at me simply for having my eyes: a feature I simply cannot alter… I felt a slight twinge of pain between my stomach and my chest, and tears seemed to escape my eyes. I have led myself to believe that those were tears from the searing hot burns of the whip, but now I realize that those were tears of heartbreak. He had always been so diabolic in my eyes, but now all I see is an angel who wishes to be respected like I did after he fell from the sky.
Angemon believed that Angewomon understood what he admonished her about, how not to make so many snap judgements like he had seen the digi-destined Tai make whenever he enountered a digimon that even appeared evil. Even his partner, for Goddramon's sakes, had been lulled into thinking the kiss-ass imp Demidevimon was his friend, a much better companion than himself as Patamon. All because why? He had jumped to conclusions. It had landed the angel in hot water with the partially-evolved demon. He was not afraid to admit to himself that he was being slightly cautious about things, but he refused to believe that he could be paranoid at some times.
Everything is all confusing to me. Part of me wants to believe that he may be good after all; the digital world recognizes him as an angel in his physical state, as the moon had proven by going from grey to blood-red, as it has always done when one of us angels is in great peril. However, physical may be all it knows. Underneath those white wings and his golden glow, I see the vampire that has inflicted terror upon the digital world and the real world with his darkness, fog, bats, and henchmen. This so-called "angel" has held over a thousand children captive in the local convention hall, over fifty of which he slaughtered in the presence of their own PARENTS. Not just physically, but emotionally. I remember that one night…
Angemon's mind spun the very picture he had witnessed in the convention center when he entered with the other digi-destined. As Patamon, he grew fearful of the abomination that played itself before his eyes once, then over and over in his head for months afterwards, and even gave him a nightmare once. As he entered the center, he saw a small group of roughly twenty frightened children, all between five and twelve years of age, huddled together in their fear, screaming and crying. One of them held his hands over his eyes. They would have run for their lives except for a ring of Bakemon that were joined together and encircling them, their beady black eyes and drooling mouths full of pointy teeth facing them. It was enough to give even the bravest child a nightmare, more frightening to a young child than a horror movie.
"MOMMY!" screamed one of the girls, rushing up to the digital obstruction as her mother did the same. Their arms were extended in front of them, and the mother appeared courageous enough to even die if it gave her daughter her freedom.
Just as the mother arrived at the wall, she got a good look at Phantomon. His ash-colored cloak, torn at the hems, was draped over his body that had never been seen by any creature. A hood enveloped his mysterious face in shadow, with the exception of two slanted glowing red eyes. Around his neck on a tarnished gold chain was a pendant of a red eye that was capable of absorbing and storing energy. The parent grew intimidated and edged three timid steps backwards. Then the phantom produced his golden scythe, his ultimate weapon. Its blade was long and thin, curving downward until it ended at a point. The edges were stained with the blood of a myriad of victims who were foolish enough to stand up to his master.
A high-pitched scream erupted from the woman's lips. The color drained away from her face, making her as pallid as a ghost. She began to tremble, then sprint away before she stumbled over her own feet and crashed down onto her stomach on the solid, cold, tiled floor. Phantomon loomed over her with his scythe in hand, and she quickly turned over. Seeing the spectre hovering above her, she shrieked again and quickly maneuvered away on her hands and feet, not averting her eyes from Phantomon until the phantom approved of the distance between her and her daughter.
It seemed to the humans that things could not get any worse. Their children were hollering for their parents to come, all in tears. Even the twelve-year olds were about to lose their cool. There was absolutely nothing the parents could do about it with such reinforcements like the Bakemon. They began hugging their spouses or close friends out of fear and oppression.
"My children!" exclaimed an unidentifiable voice.
All of a sudden, there was a complete blackout. It was as if there was a power outage for that particular building, for not another portion of Tokyo had suffered from this power outage. The lights snapped off with a loud boom, then out of the twin metal doors that led from the east hall into the atrium of the center, a dark teal fog began to filter underneath the minute crack that separated the doors from the floor. As the doors began to slowly part, the mist spilled through and spread through the room, obstructing everyone's view. Several of the humans were perplexed at this sight; fog did not accumulate indoors where the moisture level was at its lowest. Others were afraid.
"What the hell is going on?" shouted the only man who dared to speak. "Where is Kenji?"
"I believe our son is with the other children," whispered the man's wife, laying her quivering hand on his shoulder assuringly. "…I hope."
Like the Red Sea in the Biblical book of Exodus, the vapor parted in a straight line down the center and ceased at the door. The two halves billowed away to give way to a silhouette of a humanoid creature, who stepped into the room authoratively. He walked down the aisle between the two clouds, flashing glances at the fearless-looking humans with his icy blue eyes. Several bats fluttered behind him, as those winged creatures followed him everywhere like moths towards the light.
The entire vicinity grew hushed; no sounds could be heard except for the soft sound of the vampire's weighty black boots touching the floor with every step. The children tremored at the sight of this mysterious tall blonde man, who laid eyes on each of them. All of their throats grew dry and seemed to swell shut from fright. Not a sound could escape their lips, they were so afraid.
The twelve-year old girl thought differently. She seemed drawn to him in a way, believing that everything about him was mesmerizing. Her eyes could not draw themselves away from his, no matter what. She had a strong urge to lean in and kiss him, for he was so handsome, so sexy, especially with the way his hair hung in his face and his pearly white fangs that seemed to gleam in the faint light. She made her way towards him as if in a dream to get a closer look. He seemed to be walking towards her as well.
"It's HIM!" she whispered. "I want to be with him…"
All she wanted to do was be with him forever. He was better than any male celebrity she had ever seen before… and he was in the same room as her! He seemed even better up close. And he smelled so good. The adolescent youth wanted to be taken underneath his black cape…
However, Myotismon refused to see all this. He had seen several women give him the same reaction. Damn these good looks, he thought to himself. "Young lady, do you know why you are here?" he addressed her.
At first the girl was astounded that this irresistible man was speaking to her. She blushed deeply, then pushed her black hair out of her dark eyes. "The ghosts brought me here," she answered without a stammer.
"What is your name?"
"My name? My name is Rena."
"Rena… interesting name for a human. Tell me, Rena, have you seen this cat before?" He held out Gatomon, who was dangling limply in his hand, appearing more emotionally pained than physically.
"Gatomon…" breathed Patamon. "Goddramon help her!"
"No," replied Rena.
"Gatomon!" shouted the vampire, startling everyone who was near him. "Is this the child?" he growled.
"No, master," replied the white cat. "I swear I have never seen her before in my life."
"Leave my sight," commanded Myotismon, pushing her away.
The girl began to softly weep as she landed on her stomach on the ground. She looked up at the one she had gotten a temporary crush on and no longer saw his handsome face. She instead had a view of a hideous soul that prevailed. Why? She thought to herself. "I thought you were going to love me!" she screamed, then began to cry.
It had been an instance of teenage infatuation that occurred to all humans who have recently experienced the changes in their body, but the girl did get her heart broken. As Angemon had learned, Rena had seen Myotismon several times before, every one of those times drinking the blood of other women in the park, where she had brought her two younger brothers and their friends every night that summer.
That night, her mother was finishing work on her laptop and occasionally looking up to see how her children were doing. She was busy pushing her brothers on the swings when she saw a dark stagecoach slowly roll behind a large tree, then halt near a lamppost. A fog was escorted by it and spread throughout the entire park.
At first, the young girl was curious and wanted to see what was happening. She silently slipped away and snuck behind a large bush that was near the tree. She saw the door of the stagecoach open slowly, a few bats fluttering out and perching in the trees. She gasped, then clamped her hands over her mouth as her eyes wandered to what was coming out.
The door swung open as another woman crossed its path, and the vampire had stepped out and approached the woman. As he turned his head towards the tree as if seeing if his bats had found a place to perch. She got her first glimpse at his handsome face, but not until she heard her mother calling her to leave because there was too much fog.
"NO!" her mind screamed. But her body drew herself away so as not to get into trouble with her mother.
For nights afterwards, Rena had dreams about this mysterious man, all of which were romantic, sometimes erotic. Then when she had her heart broken the next week, she could barely eat or sleep. Her parents had no clue what was wrong with her, and neither did her doctor or even her friends.
"Angemon," spoke a soft female voice from behind the angel, startling him from his sudden flashback.
Angemon turned his head to see Angewomon standing behind him in her radiance. "Yes?" he asked.
"Look, I know you think… HE is still evil, but remember that he can change!" the angel maiden elucidated. "Maybe he did become an angel after all, but it might take more than just a personality analysis to know. I got a small glimpse of his soul after he fell from the sky and allowed me to heal his wounds."
Angemon turned his back on his female parallel and stared at the moon before his eyes before answering with, "And how would you know he is an angel? For all you know, Angewomon, it could have all been a ploy to get you to solicit his trust, then stab you in the back while you are lulled into thinking he is truly good after all."
"I can PROVE that he is an angel!" challenged Angewomon, leaping into flight. "Come with me, and I will show you. He may be a dark angel, but he is an angel."
The reluctant male angel spread his six wings, bounded into the air, and followed the maiden through the skies.
At that exact moment, Myotismon was seated on a small cloud that was just the right side to fit him, his back turned away from the silver orb of the moon. His white bat wings hung down his back like his cape as if he needed warmth. But surprisingly, he did not require any heat at all in his surroundings; despite having less covering on his body than any other humanoid digimon he knew of. It seemed that being a heavenly being produced a pleasant natural warmth that surrounded him everywhere that was not too warm or too cold.
That seemed to be the only positive point of his new life. He was too evil for the good digimon, too good for the evil digimon, and to the Datas he was simply a freak. A vampire crossed with an angel was a complete outcast to all digimon. It was his life as a newborn in the Primary Village all over again. He was bombarded with so much ridicule then… and now. His henchmen were stifling their laughter, and Demidevimon had just let it all out.
As tears began to form in his eyes, one positive thought clouded out all the other negative ones that seemed to have dominated everything. Angewomon. She seemed to understand him, almost as if she… loved him. Love? Myotismon had never loved once in his life, not as a vampire and possibly not as an angel. Humans had possibly felt some sort of emotions for him, but they were HUMANS. He knew about those masses of flesh and blood from reading about him in a book that was a detailed history of Earth. Their minds were so fickle, they were all most likely dissing him in his mind or had even forgotten about him.
But what would his sustenance be? Blood, his ambrosia, his nectar, the support of his LIFE… that was what had been for every one of his meals and satisfying occasional cravings. He was an ANGEL now. Yet he knew his sharp life-draining fangs were still existent, and he felt a powerful thirst that water or wine could not fully quench. He absolutely needed blood, or he thought he would die.
At first he was quite antagonistic towards the idea, but his Shadow Mode's voice was still echoing in his mind, his descriptions making the urges more and more powerful. Blood was the only thing on the half-vampire's mind. All he saw was stained blood-red, and his fangs began to protrude from his mouth, him aching to feed. As if by instinct, he leapt off his cloud and flew closely towards the ground, where he saw exactly what he wanted. A female Rosemon was lying on the ground, supported on a mattress of soft red roses. He could smell the blood rushing through her veins, such a warm and delicious smell, like a nice hot dinner for a human after they entered their home from the cold, longing for warmth.
He knelt on the ground and gently placed one of his arms under her lower back, and slid the other under her neck. He brought the pixie up slowly as to not wake her up. He could hear the liquid now, aching to feed himself.
"Say goodbye, Rosemon," said Myotismon so softly it was barely a whisper. "I will love your blood." He brought her neck close to her face and brushed her hair out of the way to reveal a surface of fair skin. He leaned in, then plunged his fangs right into Rosemon's neck.
She let out a shrill cry that was heard by hardly anyone before the pain got too overwhelming, causing her to fall limply in the vampiric angel's arms.
Myotismon felt the blood pour from the wounds into his mouth and down his throat… so warm… so strong… so delicious… so sweet. This satisfied his thirst better than anything else had ever done. Blood had never had such a sweet taste as it gushed out of the twin piercings, the vampire savoring the taste until there was no more escaping, so he began to suck whatever blood was left in this nearly-dead female digimon.
"MYOTISMON!" shouted a familiar voice, sounding both heartbroken and furious.
The vampire instinctively turned his head around to see Angewomon on the verge of tears and a scornful Angemon standing on the ground behind him.
"Angewomon…" he said, standing up, prepared to explain. "I can explain all this… my thirst grew too overpowering… it took over my mind… I am a vampire after all."
"So overwhelming that you possibly killed the leader of the forest?" questioned Angemon brusquely. "Look at poor Rosemon! Her blood has been drained dry. Her skin is so sallow now, and even thr flower decorations on her ensemble have withered away, brown and dead. As well as the twin punctures on her neck… right where a vampire would bite it, are not leaking blood."
"I… did not know," replied Myotismon, slowly backing away, yet sounding defensive.
"How could you not?" demanded the angel.
"It could have been any other Rosemon!" retorted the vampiric angel.
All of a sudden, despite the moisture in the air, all the vegetation that was part of Rosemon's domain, which was a vast majority of the entire digital world, suddenly began to die. All the leaves on the trees and flowers wilted and lost much of their color, then as if by a time lapse, their tint rapidly changed into a drab brown. They all shriveled up and fell to the ground, all brown, crinkly, and dead. The trees' branches began to limp and turn black at the edges, then the color spread to their trunks. The trees had died as well. Finally, the grass and everything else rooted to the ground began to crunch beneath all the feet that trampled them. Then they turned brown as well, then as if a wildfire had hit the entire domain of the rose fairy, everything turned into gray ashes that covered the now-dusty ground that was deprived of its foliage as its leader broke up and reconfigured herself into a digiegg.
Angewomon burst into tears. "I cannot believe you," she sobbed as she buried her face in her hands. Her male counterpart held her close to himself for support. "I thought you had truly changed!"
Angemon's expression was furious, one he had not experienced before. However, inside, he had the feeling that no matter how much he had of, could not satisfy him. He was boasting to himself, knowing that he was correct and that his enemy was getting his just desserts after the main course of blood from one of the most respected digimon of the woodlands.
"You dare call yourself an angel!" he snapped. "For you are not! The wings and the white suit just give a first impression that you are. But you have double-crossed us by not only destroying the queen of the digital forest, but her entire domain! With your sort of atrocious bloodthirsty behavior, you could wipe out the entire digital world and not care for a single being except yourself. You have been nothing except arrogant your entire life, regarding no one besides your looks, your well-being, your strength. You believe everything is about you. Angels are not like that, as everyone knows. They are righteous, empathetic, generous, and think of everyone except themselves. Which is everything you are not."
Somehow, it got to the vampire. He seemed to feel remorseful about his past actions. "I am ashamed of what I have done, but I cannot control this horrible thirst for blood!" he shouted. "It is my curse, not a blessing as I thought it was. I am deeply sorry for what I did to Rosemon, and am willing to sacrifice ANYTHING for forgiveness."
"That is for the grand council of angels to decide," Angemon pointed out, not able to conceal the grin on his face. "And by the way, they know what you have done was intentional and covetous. I believe they will show little tolerance, if any at all, for he with the name of Myotismon."
All of a sudden, Myotismon felt his arms swing behind his back, then get bound together by cuffs made of light that fastened so securely he was not able to move them. Then he found himself with the two pure angels in a hall made of white marble that seemed to produce an effervescent glow, its walls lined with pure crystal windows that gave viewing access to the surrounding sky, and a large circular one on its dome-shaped marble ceiling. On one end was a large white podium that towered above everything, and in it, the grand angel Seraphimon was seated. There was another white seating place like the kind jurors sat in, where ten digital angels that varied in appearance were convening with solemn faces.
"Lord Seraphimon," Angemon addressed, "and the Grand Angel Council, can you identify THIS digimon?" He motioned to AngeMyotismon, who was shamefully standing in the center of the court, his head hanging and his wings limp on his back.
"Ah yes," boomed the Grand Angel. "He, good angel, is the AngeMyotismon, the angelic form of the demon Myotismon. He seems to have transformed from his natural ultimate form, being one of his kind and his likeness. He is, by appearance, a vaccine type. But does his behavior prove otherwise?"
"He has BETRAYED us!" outcried Angemon. "Being an angel, he has done so by drinking the blood of Rosemon, the Queen of the Digital Forests. Every single piece of vegetation, down to the last blade of grass, has withered away and died thanks to him! An angel must not be that way! He must respect all life in the digital world no matter how insignificant it may seem. Thanks to him, all digimon may die out forever, being extinct for—"
"CALM DOWN AND GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF!" screamed Angewomon, startling even herself. "He did not mean it! He was thirsty for blood, and that is a craving even out of his control."
"You are not forgetting, Angewomon, that he is not a vampire anymore!"
"But you said that he was still a vampire! I am beginning to think that you do not want him in this world! There are so many darknesses greater than his."
"Name one then. Name a digimon, even a human, worse than him."
There was a deafening silence.
"Do you not remember his behavior towards you as Gatomon? The way he tortured you with his unique torment methods simply for giving him a glance with your eyes? The way he could drain the life of any female human by luring her into his trap? The way you have witnessed him killing other henchmen, just tearing their lives away, for not doing the job up to his high standards?"
At that point, Myotismon felt a sensation of guilt tearing away in his chest. He had not felt that way before, but when he was reminded of all he had done, it seemed to weigh him down.
"And Lord Seraphimon, remember that Wizardmon had prayed to all of you for assistance? You and the guardians assumed that transforming him into one of us elite beings would do him good, but his deportment is EXACTLY the same as it was in his Viral stage."
The vampire listened to everything that was said about him, then began to cease his paying attention and opted to focus on how he felt about everything. It was like a horrible dream, as if he were being damned. It was as if he had died and was awaiting the final judgement about his doom. Every last statement passed in a dreamy blur. Angemon seemed to be testifying against him; Angewomon was attempting to defend him despite her heartbreak; Seraphimon was attentively listening to everything. His eyes began to well up with tears of guilt and oppression. This was exactly like a nightmare… only it was a reality. His destiny was flashing before his eyes.
"The Grand Council has reached its decision," declared Seraphimon, halting the vampire's train of thought. "AngeMyotismon, for betraying the other angels who are now your type and acting unangelic, you will be given a serious consequence until you can prove yourself worthy of your Ange- title."
There was a strong silence. Myotismon slowly looked up at the angel, bracing himself for death or worse.
"You are banished from the digital world. Your life will be spent in the real world until, like I said, you can verify worthiness."
A round portal opened in the middle of the room behind the half-angel, emitting a brilliant light. Myotismon felt himself move towards the portal, though he did not want to. As the cuff dissolved, the portal sucked him inside like a vacuum and closed to reveal absolutely nothing where it had been.
Angewomon did not know how to respond to this, especially when she secretly wished the gate could have taken her as well.
To be continued…
