Part 23: Unusual Happenings
(Downtown Toronto)
In an abandoned store front, Samuel Patterson slowly awoke and took in his dust-laden surroundings, the morning sunlight streaming through broken windows. "Wha--?" His 'apprentice' quickly appeared at his side, helping him up and giving him some water. "Joey? What happened?"
"We busted you out."
Sam coughed as he swallowed some of the water the wrong way. He was the leader! It was his right to pick any new recruits! "Whose 'we'?" he grumbled at the Hispanic boy.
"Me and the new boss." Martinez said, sounding not at all happy about it.
"What are you talking about?" Patterson started to growl before he heard the flapping noise, "Says... oh. Oh--freakin'!" The thing had to be a drug-induced nightmare!
Flying practically into the boy's face, enormous orange eyes looked onto the frightened high schooler's.
"Welcome to my command, human," Demidevimon cackled. "Hmm… not much to look at, are you? I hope you were worth the trouble. Now... tell me everything you know about Wizardmon and the human named Schanke. Where can I find them?"
Patterson shrieked as the smirking monstrosity latched onto his chest.
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(Upscale Toronton neighborhood)
At his home, Merlin opened the file that housed his program for creating false identification documents for all over the world. As he had told Nicholas, this would not take long at all---he'd finish it before going to bed. Most of his contracts who were able to pay his fees desired identities that also included property and other holdings of wealth. Whenever you had such accompaniments, the government agencies in question were more likely to take an interest.
But apparently this 'Sven Wizardmon' did not desire such material things, so the documents could be fairly basic.
"Let see… new file. First name: Sven. Last name: Wizardmon. Point of origin: Norway. He'll need a passport, immigration..." the dark-haired vampire clicked on the things he would need to work with, fully engrossed in his 'hobby'.
Suddenly the screen went blank, catching Merlin by surprise.
What the heck? He'd just put in a new power pack only a quarter of an hour ago! And his own, personally created anti-crash software should have prevented such an occurrence from even happening in the first place.
"Wizardmon?!" an excited voice erupted from his speakers.
"Damn!" Ears ringing, Merlin hastily toned down the volume.
Had a hacker broken into his computer? Impossible! He wasn't even on link with the Net.
The computer expert frowned as he punched various keywords into his laptop and made sure he was indeed offline from the internet, his modem inactive. There was a bright blip on his screen, jumping up and down like the ball in the original Pong game. "What is this? Some sort of Trojan virus?"
"Stupid 3rd rate… Virus?" The male voice sounded put out. "I assure you, I am not associated with that caste! ...You can't be Wizardmon. With whom am I speaking?"
Merlin grinned. Haephastus! He'd run across some sort of intelligent program. Fascinating! Wait until he showed the members of his computer club this!
'I wonder where I could possibly have picked this up from?' he thought to himself. (As with his anti-crash software, his anti-virus programs were also of his own design and until now at least, had proven impenetrable.)
The disembodied voice broke into his thoughts.
"Where is Wizardmon? If you know, you must tell me! I've sent out search probes for his data signature everywhere. There is an urgent message he must deliver."---static crackle---"Please connect us post haste!"
"Now wait a minute," Merlin began, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. As amazing as this was in itself, there was the matter of client confidentiality. He had a reputation to uphold. Not to mention the fact that De Brabant would personally see him staked for the next coming dawn if he brought harm to someone the older vampire wanted to protect.
"There is no time to waste," the voice said impatiently. "The Digital World and the Real are in great danger... well, maybe not *your* Real World, but it's a rather nice place and--"
There was a loud squeal from Merlin's speakers despite his having the volume on 'low'.
"...Bios! Our connection window is disintegrating. Stupid, cheap modem---- Why Azulongmon won't okay an upgrade! Are you still there? I can't hold it open much longer. You must tell Wizardmon to find a suitable portal then reconnect with me on this transmission line."
"Wait, what is your code name?" Merlin asked as he hastily had his system save all information. "How did you create a connection link--?"
" ..I'm... Gennai. ..Destined... Gatomon needs--" The transmission became nothing but static.
His opened file for one 'Sven Wizardmon' blipped back onto his screen. Merlin tapped frantically at his keyboard, ran a diagnostic, but nothing brought the voice back. He closed down the file and leaned back into his chair to think.
"Digital World… What a provocative name." Sounded like a hi-tech business or organization. The vampire started his ISP and brought his internet search program up, typed the phrase in.
"Search Inquiry: No 'Digital World' found."
Next he tried the other names mentioned by the voice, using every possible spelling. Nothing came up beyond a few personal pages and other innocuous flotsam. He couldn't even find anything pertinent by hacking into various international security files.
That was it. There was only one thing to do if he wanted a solution to this tantalizing mystery.
Closing his laptop, Merlin went to phone the current Toronton Ancient. If anyone knew what the Belgian vampire was mixed up in, it would be his Roman master, Lacroix.
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(At Nat's apartment)
"Wizaarrrrdmmmonnn…"
Oh no! He's sent Grisly Wing at Gatomon and Kari! Can't let it reach…THEMaaah--!
"Wizardmon!"
Oh, System---it hurts! I never believed anything could hurt this bad.
"Please don't die!"
Kari? Where is Gatomon? Is she safe?
"Please don't die!"
It's so dark…Myotismon's attack must have blinded me. This feels all wrong, but I can't see. I'm not even sure if my thoughts are being broadcasted out, I'm so weak. And I don't feel Gatomon's presence. Kari, Kari, if you're still there and can hear me please tell me she is all right! I've failed her so much in the past… I want my death to have done some good.
"Please don't die!"
I'm so sorry, I don't want to. But I am, aren't I? It hurts, Kari. My data is starting to break up and I can't hold it much longer. Where is Gatomon? I want to say goodbye.
"Please don't die!"
Kari?
Gatomon---please don't die!"
Gatomon? Gatomon!
NO!
"No---"
Gasping, Wizardmon jerked awake. He lay there amidst the twisted sheets for several seconds, just trying to calm down.
It had been just a nightmare---Gatomon and Kari had survived when he'd made the vampire bats' attack center on him alone. That his subconscious would recreate a slightly twisted version of his death was, he supposed, to be expected considering the brutality of Myotismon's attack. But it worried him that he'd dreamed that Gatomon had been dying as well. If only he could get home and know her fate for sure!
Troubled, the digimon looked over to the couch where his friend lay.
De Brabant growled in his sleep.
A maddened Raleigh was in chains, the largest rat Nicholas had ever seen nipping and taunting his companion. Snarling, Nicholas threw himself at the rodent. It vanished, but so did his dog, falling into a hole in the ground. Desperately, he grabbed for one of the chains before it could disappear as well, using all of his might to keep the rottweiler from falling completely. He wondered why Raleigh was not trying to climb back up, and then noticed the white cat at the bottom of the shaft. Raleigh was actually trying to reach it, but the chain was too short! If the dog continued in his quest, Nicholas would never get him out again. Hell, he'd be dragged in himself! Muscles tensing from the strain, he called down for Raleigh to climb back up before it was too late. Scraping noises from behind him. The rat was back. It gathered itself to leap upon him, teeth wet with thick saliva...
"Nick?"
The vampire reacted violently at being suddenly awakened, bearing his fangs at the trespasser. Fortunately, his more human awareness also kicked in mere seconds later and reigned in the instinctual desire to attack.
Blinking away the last of his dream, Nicholas turned over to see Wizardmon anxiously leaning over him.
"You shouldn't wake me like that, you know. My Beast tends to react before I do. What's up?"
Wizardmon shrugged. "You were talking in your sleep to someone named Raleigh and you didn't sound happy."
"Ah…" De Brabant rubbed the bridge of his nose. It was very hard to stay awake during the daylight. Not as bad as when he'd been a fledgling, but the vampire yearned for sleep's oblivion. "Just a nightmare, Wizardmon. I get them now and then. I've got a lot of years of memories to provide fodder for them." He looked rueful. "Though… I must admit of late they have gotten weirder. Sorry to have woken you."
"I was awake already," the mage admitted.
Nicholas gave him a lopsided smile.
"Not much for sleep, eh?"
"I..." Wizardmon looked downwards as he absently scratched the side of his neck. "I don't normally sleep well since Myotismon bit..." He shook his head.
"Yes?"
Wizardmon sighed. "You are not alone in your affliction of memories."
Nicholas smiled. "Nat keeps a better selection of goods than I do. Will a warm glass of milk help you sleep?"
"Milk? Isn't that..?"
"Oh. Yeah, that's right. An animal product… I forgot." Rubbing his eyes, De Brabant studied his digital companion. He looked tired and troubled. Nine to ten it had something to do with his feline friend back in the Digital World. "Never mind. Isn't there a spell or something you can use to get a good day's sleep?"
Wizardmon became introspective as he thought on his past attempts to cure insomnia--- a malady that had plagued him quite a bit during his time living in the Viral digimon's castle. Not only did he have attacks from the other Nightmare Soldiers to worry about, but something in Myotismon's initial bite had disrupted his code processes ever afterwards with vague dreams and a sense of… something. It was as if the Virus had infected him with an infinitesimal part of his data and it was warring with his own, trying to supplant the one or maybe bind the two together. The effect was just enough to keep him on edge. Saliva introduced from the 'welcoming mark' no doubt. And reinforced by every goring thereafter.
Yet why had none of the others complained of this 'side effect' since all of Myotismon's hired hands had been bitten at least the once? During his time as a volunteer healer for the motley group, he'd asked about it and all he had gotten back were strange looks that wordlessly said he was nuts.
"When I was under Myotismon and felt that the darkness around him was in my room and closing in upon me, I sometimes slept upon the Devidramon statues."
"Deviwhatmon..?"
"Dramon." The mage corrected. "They are Viral Champion beasts Myotismon uses to pull his carriage. Very big brutes with wings, claws, and fearsome teeth. When he didn't need their services, they took the form of stone statues that guarded the castle." Wizardmon gave him smile of embarrassment on what he was about to confide. Not even Gatomon knew of this bit! "It was a sort of mental trick I played on myself, you see? Nothing bad could harm me while I slept upon them without also risking waking the Devidramon." He shrugged. "Not particularly logical I admit, but it worked very well even with the threat that Myotismon might have found his underling making a mattress of his sentinels."
"So… What you're saying is that you need dangerous beasts around to chase the bad dreams away?" Nicholas smirked.
"Unless you can find me a Tapirmon," the wizard looked downcast, but there was an angry glint to his eyes.
"And that would be another monster?"
Wizardmon gave a sad shake of his head.
"Not as you're thinking. Tapirmon are harmless Datas like me. They eat bad dreams."
"Sounds like a nice thing to have around," Nicholas opined, "especially during a nightmare."
"Digimon," Wizardmon corrected him. "We are not things."
"Sorry."
"Tapirwoman," the Data sniffed. "Sometimes they are good to be with. Sometimes not."
The wizard still looked angry, but the vampire sensed it was not aimed at him.
"Ah. Something tells me there is a story behind that glare," Nicholas observed.
Wizardmon blinked as if he had momentarily forgotten the vampire was there. "Yes. However, it is not one I wish to tell."
"Oh?"
"It does not have a happy ending."
"Wizardmon, would this have anything to do with your nearly frying Nat earlier?"
Closing his eyes, the digimon shuddered. "I'm sorry. It was not your friend I wanted to incinerate."
"Who, then?"
"An hallucination. I relived a rather unpleasant conversation with a foul creature named Demidevimon. He thought himself a rival for Gatomon's position and tried to recruit me in return for his favor, thinking I would agree since I had---as an ugly digimon a… lacking of other prospects?" Wizardmon snorted. "I wasn't interested. I think he got insulted that even 'the freak' turned him down. After that there was sort of a war between us that lasted until he 'got his shot in'. After that there was a truce until Gatomon found Kari and I denounced Myotismon, though I have no doubt he would have cheerfully stabbed me in the back if I didn't watch him. Demidevimon is obsessed with serving Myotismon and I imagine was dancing with glee at my death."
"Well," De Brabant yawned, "since Toronto is fresh out of Devidramon or Tapirmon, and seeing as I can't buy you an attack dog until tonight, will sleeping with this monster do?" He indicated his self. "Maybe my bad dreams will prove to be afraid of digimon and yours will be afraid of Earth-grown vampires." He sleepily lifted the top sheet in invitation.
After a moment's consideration, Wizardmon took him up on the offer, carefully climbing in to lay his head on top of the other's chest. The vampire was already fast asleep before the digimon settled himself.
Nicholas was not a warm-blooded being, but that was just fine with Wizardmon as the coolness only served to further remind him of the sense of safety he'd found in the stone Devidramon.
With a sigh of contentment, the Data Champion joined the vampire in the sweet oblivion of dreamless slumber.
(Downtown Toronto)
In an abandoned store front, Samuel Patterson slowly awoke and took in his dust-laden surroundings, the morning sunlight streaming through broken windows. "Wha--?" His 'apprentice' quickly appeared at his side, helping him up and giving him some water. "Joey? What happened?"
"We busted you out."
Sam coughed as he swallowed some of the water the wrong way. He was the leader! It was his right to pick any new recruits! "Whose 'we'?" he grumbled at the Hispanic boy.
"Me and the new boss." Martinez said, sounding not at all happy about it.
"What are you talking about?" Patterson started to growl before he heard the flapping noise, "Says... oh. Oh--freakin'!" The thing had to be a drug-induced nightmare!
Flying practically into the boy's face, enormous orange eyes looked onto the frightened high schooler's.
"Welcome to my command, human," Demidevimon cackled. "Hmm… not much to look at, are you? I hope you were worth the trouble. Now... tell me everything you know about Wizardmon and the human named Schanke. Where can I find them?"
Patterson shrieked as the smirking monstrosity latched onto his chest.
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(Upscale Toronton neighborhood)
At his home, Merlin opened the file that housed his program for creating false identification documents for all over the world. As he had told Nicholas, this would not take long at all---he'd finish it before going to bed. Most of his contracts who were able to pay his fees desired identities that also included property and other holdings of wealth. Whenever you had such accompaniments, the government agencies in question were more likely to take an interest.
But apparently this 'Sven Wizardmon' did not desire such material things, so the documents could be fairly basic.
"Let see… new file. First name: Sven. Last name: Wizardmon. Point of origin: Norway. He'll need a passport, immigration..." the dark-haired vampire clicked on the things he would need to work with, fully engrossed in his 'hobby'.
Suddenly the screen went blank, catching Merlin by surprise.
What the heck? He'd just put in a new power pack only a quarter of an hour ago! And his own, personally created anti-crash software should have prevented such an occurrence from even happening in the first place.
"Wizardmon?!" an excited voice erupted from his speakers.
"Damn!" Ears ringing, Merlin hastily toned down the volume.
Had a hacker broken into his computer? Impossible! He wasn't even on link with the Net.
The computer expert frowned as he punched various keywords into his laptop and made sure he was indeed offline from the internet, his modem inactive. There was a bright blip on his screen, jumping up and down like the ball in the original Pong game. "What is this? Some sort of Trojan virus?"
"Stupid 3rd rate… Virus?" The male voice sounded put out. "I assure you, I am not associated with that caste! ...You can't be Wizardmon. With whom am I speaking?"
Merlin grinned. Haephastus! He'd run across some sort of intelligent program. Fascinating! Wait until he showed the members of his computer club this!
'I wonder where I could possibly have picked this up from?' he thought to himself. (As with his anti-crash software, his anti-virus programs were also of his own design and until now at least, had proven impenetrable.)
The disembodied voice broke into his thoughts.
"Where is Wizardmon? If you know, you must tell me! I've sent out search probes for his data signature everywhere. There is an urgent message he must deliver."---static crackle---"Please connect us post haste!"
"Now wait a minute," Merlin began, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. As amazing as this was in itself, there was the matter of client confidentiality. He had a reputation to uphold. Not to mention the fact that De Brabant would personally see him staked for the next coming dawn if he brought harm to someone the older vampire wanted to protect.
"There is no time to waste," the voice said impatiently. "The Digital World and the Real are in great danger... well, maybe not *your* Real World, but it's a rather nice place and--"
There was a loud squeal from Merlin's speakers despite his having the volume on 'low'.
"...Bios! Our connection window is disintegrating. Stupid, cheap modem---- Why Azulongmon won't okay an upgrade! Are you still there? I can't hold it open much longer. You must tell Wizardmon to find a suitable portal then reconnect with me on this transmission line."
"Wait, what is your code name?" Merlin asked as he hastily had his system save all information. "How did you create a connection link--?"
" ..I'm... Gennai. ..Destined... Gatomon needs--" The transmission became nothing but static.
His opened file for one 'Sven Wizardmon' blipped back onto his screen. Merlin tapped frantically at his keyboard, ran a diagnostic, but nothing brought the voice back. He closed down the file and leaned back into his chair to think.
"Digital World… What a provocative name." Sounded like a hi-tech business or organization. The vampire started his ISP and brought his internet search program up, typed the phrase in.
"Search Inquiry: No 'Digital World' found."
Next he tried the other names mentioned by the voice, using every possible spelling. Nothing came up beyond a few personal pages and other innocuous flotsam. He couldn't even find anything pertinent by hacking into various international security files.
That was it. There was only one thing to do if he wanted a solution to this tantalizing mystery.
Closing his laptop, Merlin went to phone the current Toronton Ancient. If anyone knew what the Belgian vampire was mixed up in, it would be his Roman master, Lacroix.
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(At Nat's apartment)
"Wizaarrrrdmmmonnn…"
Oh no! He's sent Grisly Wing at Gatomon and Kari! Can't let it reach…THEMaaah--!
"Wizardmon!"
Oh, System---it hurts! I never believed anything could hurt this bad.
"Please don't die!"
Kari? Where is Gatomon? Is she safe?
"Please don't die!"
It's so dark…Myotismon's attack must have blinded me. This feels all wrong, but I can't see. I'm not even sure if my thoughts are being broadcasted out, I'm so weak. And I don't feel Gatomon's presence. Kari, Kari, if you're still there and can hear me please tell me she is all right! I've failed her so much in the past… I want my death to have done some good.
"Please don't die!"
I'm so sorry, I don't want to. But I am, aren't I? It hurts, Kari. My data is starting to break up and I can't hold it much longer. Where is Gatomon? I want to say goodbye.
"Please don't die!"
Kari?
Gatomon---please don't die!"
Gatomon? Gatomon!
NO!
"No---"
Gasping, Wizardmon jerked awake. He lay there amidst the twisted sheets for several seconds, just trying to calm down.
It had been just a nightmare---Gatomon and Kari had survived when he'd made the vampire bats' attack center on him alone. That his subconscious would recreate a slightly twisted version of his death was, he supposed, to be expected considering the brutality of Myotismon's attack. But it worried him that he'd dreamed that Gatomon had been dying as well. If only he could get home and know her fate for sure!
Troubled, the digimon looked over to the couch where his friend lay.
De Brabant growled in his sleep.
A maddened Raleigh was in chains, the largest rat Nicholas had ever seen nipping and taunting his companion. Snarling, Nicholas threw himself at the rodent. It vanished, but so did his dog, falling into a hole in the ground. Desperately, he grabbed for one of the chains before it could disappear as well, using all of his might to keep the rottweiler from falling completely. He wondered why Raleigh was not trying to climb back up, and then noticed the white cat at the bottom of the shaft. Raleigh was actually trying to reach it, but the chain was too short! If the dog continued in his quest, Nicholas would never get him out again. Hell, he'd be dragged in himself! Muscles tensing from the strain, he called down for Raleigh to climb back up before it was too late. Scraping noises from behind him. The rat was back. It gathered itself to leap upon him, teeth wet with thick saliva...
"Nick?"
The vampire reacted violently at being suddenly awakened, bearing his fangs at the trespasser. Fortunately, his more human awareness also kicked in mere seconds later and reigned in the instinctual desire to attack.
Blinking away the last of his dream, Nicholas turned over to see Wizardmon anxiously leaning over him.
"You shouldn't wake me like that, you know. My Beast tends to react before I do. What's up?"
Wizardmon shrugged. "You were talking in your sleep to someone named Raleigh and you didn't sound happy."
"Ah…" De Brabant rubbed the bridge of his nose. It was very hard to stay awake during the daylight. Not as bad as when he'd been a fledgling, but the vampire yearned for sleep's oblivion. "Just a nightmare, Wizardmon. I get them now and then. I've got a lot of years of memories to provide fodder for them." He looked rueful. "Though… I must admit of late they have gotten weirder. Sorry to have woken you."
"I was awake already," the mage admitted.
Nicholas gave him a lopsided smile.
"Not much for sleep, eh?"
"I..." Wizardmon looked downwards as he absently scratched the side of his neck. "I don't normally sleep well since Myotismon bit..." He shook his head.
"Yes?"
Wizardmon sighed. "You are not alone in your affliction of memories."
Nicholas smiled. "Nat keeps a better selection of goods than I do. Will a warm glass of milk help you sleep?"
"Milk? Isn't that..?"
"Oh. Yeah, that's right. An animal product… I forgot." Rubbing his eyes, De Brabant studied his digital companion. He looked tired and troubled. Nine to ten it had something to do with his feline friend back in the Digital World. "Never mind. Isn't there a spell or something you can use to get a good day's sleep?"
Wizardmon became introspective as he thought on his past attempts to cure insomnia--- a malady that had plagued him quite a bit during his time living in the Viral digimon's castle. Not only did he have attacks from the other Nightmare Soldiers to worry about, but something in Myotismon's initial bite had disrupted his code processes ever afterwards with vague dreams and a sense of… something. It was as if the Virus had infected him with an infinitesimal part of his data and it was warring with his own, trying to supplant the one or maybe bind the two together. The effect was just enough to keep him on edge. Saliva introduced from the 'welcoming mark' no doubt. And reinforced by every goring thereafter.
Yet why had none of the others complained of this 'side effect' since all of Myotismon's hired hands had been bitten at least the once? During his time as a volunteer healer for the motley group, he'd asked about it and all he had gotten back were strange looks that wordlessly said he was nuts.
"When I was under Myotismon and felt that the darkness around him was in my room and closing in upon me, I sometimes slept upon the Devidramon statues."
"Deviwhatmon..?"
"Dramon." The mage corrected. "They are Viral Champion beasts Myotismon uses to pull his carriage. Very big brutes with wings, claws, and fearsome teeth. When he didn't need their services, they took the form of stone statues that guarded the castle." Wizardmon gave him smile of embarrassment on what he was about to confide. Not even Gatomon knew of this bit! "It was a sort of mental trick I played on myself, you see? Nothing bad could harm me while I slept upon them without also risking waking the Devidramon." He shrugged. "Not particularly logical I admit, but it worked very well even with the threat that Myotismon might have found his underling making a mattress of his sentinels."
"So… What you're saying is that you need dangerous beasts around to chase the bad dreams away?" Nicholas smirked.
"Unless you can find me a Tapirmon," the wizard looked downcast, but there was an angry glint to his eyes.
"And that would be another monster?"
Wizardmon gave a sad shake of his head.
"Not as you're thinking. Tapirmon are harmless Datas like me. They eat bad dreams."
"Sounds like a nice thing to have around," Nicholas opined, "especially during a nightmare."
"Digimon," Wizardmon corrected him. "We are not things."
"Sorry."
"Tapirwoman," the Data sniffed. "Sometimes they are good to be with. Sometimes not."
The wizard still looked angry, but the vampire sensed it was not aimed at him.
"Ah. Something tells me there is a story behind that glare," Nicholas observed.
Wizardmon blinked as if he had momentarily forgotten the vampire was there. "Yes. However, it is not one I wish to tell."
"Oh?"
"It does not have a happy ending."
"Wizardmon, would this have anything to do with your nearly frying Nat earlier?"
Closing his eyes, the digimon shuddered. "I'm sorry. It was not your friend I wanted to incinerate."
"Who, then?"
"An hallucination. I relived a rather unpleasant conversation with a foul creature named Demidevimon. He thought himself a rival for Gatomon's position and tried to recruit me in return for his favor, thinking I would agree since I had---as an ugly digimon a… lacking of other prospects?" Wizardmon snorted. "I wasn't interested. I think he got insulted that even 'the freak' turned him down. After that there was sort of a war between us that lasted until he 'got his shot in'. After that there was a truce until Gatomon found Kari and I denounced Myotismon, though I have no doubt he would have cheerfully stabbed me in the back if I didn't watch him. Demidevimon is obsessed with serving Myotismon and I imagine was dancing with glee at my death."
"Well," De Brabant yawned, "since Toronto is fresh out of Devidramon or Tapirmon, and seeing as I can't buy you an attack dog until tonight, will sleeping with this monster do?" He indicated his self. "Maybe my bad dreams will prove to be afraid of digimon and yours will be afraid of Earth-grown vampires." He sleepily lifted the top sheet in invitation.
After a moment's consideration, Wizardmon took him up on the offer, carefully climbing in to lay his head on top of the other's chest. The vampire was already fast asleep before the digimon settled himself.
Nicholas was not a warm-blooded being, but that was just fine with Wizardmon as the coolness only served to further remind him of the sense of safety he'd found in the stone Devidramon.
With a sigh of contentment, the Data Champion joined the vampire in the sweet oblivion of dreamless slumber.