Recap: Last time I was getting home from America when crazy things started happening. The time stopped, things were quiet and my computer was one. This guy named Gennai sent me an e-mail about digimon and then this evil clown guy that called himself Piedmon tried to kill me. I found myself being sucked into my computer and woke up in this strange forest with even more of these strange digimon creatures. To think, I just wanted a nap.
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I stumbled many times and Wizardmon stopped to help me up. Then and there I swore that I hated the forest. My sister, Katie, keeps on saying I need a vacation and that it's quite relaxing in the forest. Yeah right… Gatomon kept following Myotismon for a while then would turn around and watch us so we wouldn't lose them. For evil digimon they sure were nice. Well, okay, I didn't have much to measure by. The only other digimon I had ever met was Piedmon (who had tried to kill me!) and Myotismon who didn't seem that bad. Except he sounded like Dracula. Least ways… I think it was a he.
Finally, who knows how many hours later, we emerged from the forest into a large clearing. For a minute I thought I was in paradise because right there was this large castle. Maybe forests weren't all that bad after all. But then I remembered from my history class reading that castles were really cold, had rats and you could get really, really, really sick in one. Only the rich people in castles keep warm. Unless you're the maid who tends to fires…
Plus this thing was like radiating black light. Just like Myotismon. Because out in the clearing he wasn't just a big thing of darkness. He had an actual form. And, like Piedmon, it was humanoid. My guess about him being Dracula was pretty right on the mark. He had vampire fangs, wore this red cape and had a crimson mask that had these little bat like wings coming off of it. Myotismon smiled at me, flashing his pearly teeth, and offered me a gloved hand.
Well what was I supposed to do? I took his hand and allowed him to lead me into the castle. Back then it was pretty quiet. Myotismon hadn't even tried to take over the digimon world yet. He had no digimon slaves and had (as far I know) not killed anybody. The only other signs of life in the stone hall ways were Gatomon and Wizardmon. They soon disappeared into what seemed to be the kitchen. Myotismon and myself walked into a large dining hall. A crackling fire was lit in the hearth underneath a large blank canvas. I was a bit shocked to see that the fire wasn't black as well.
Myotismon offered me the seat nearest the fire, something to which I was most gratified for. He then took up a seat opposite me. The next think I new this other digimon was coming out and pouring Myotismon a glass of wine. He was a small dinosaur type thing. Completely black, with a large head, a small body, a powerful tail and hands with three claws on the end. It didn't look like he could grip anything. But there he was holding a bottle of wine. Course he held it like my little sister hold the milk jug.
"Would you like anything?" asked Myotismon.
"Oh… A glass of water would be nice," I said, shrugging.
Quickly the dinosaur leapt towards the a small servants door. Myotismon chuckled while taking a sip of wine. The dinosaur soon returned with a glass filled with the clearest water I'd ever seen. Okay, I always drank out of those bottled water things so almost any water could be clearer.
"Just a simple meal tonight, B.Agumon. Thank you," ordered Myotismon. I tried to see if the dinosaur digimon was surprised by the kindness or was use to it. But it seemed that he had only eyes for me. At Myotismon's words, however, he jumped back into the kitchen.
"So… um… thank you," I said, taking a sip of water.
Myotismon laughed.
"For a lovely lady such as yourself, anything."
My mind wandered to those old vampire movies I had watched. I scrunched up my shoulders to try and cover my neck.
"You know… um… you know… feed on pretty young ladies…" I stammered feeling pretty foolish.
"Well of course!" I gulped. "But never you," laughed Myotismon.
"Huh… What makes me so special?" I asked, still thinking about my neck.
"Many things. All of which we'll get to once supper is ready," replied Myotismon, downing the rest of his wine.
"Will it just be us?" I asked, thinking about Wizardmon and B.Agumon.
"Of course. You do not wish for those lowly digimon do dine with us. The only one worthy enough is Gatomon and she doesn't need to hear this conversation," explained Myotismon, the first sign of cruelty creeping into his voice has he stared at me over his wine glass.
"Well seeing Wizardmon again would be kind of nice," I muttered.
"You will have little if no dealing with the likes of him," snapped Myotismon.
"All right! Don't bite my head off! What's so bad about him anyways?" I asked, taking a large gulp of water. "He's extremely kind."
"That's exactly my point," hissed Myotismon. "You may only speak with myself, Demidevimon and Gatomon."
"Demidevimon? There's another one?" I said, blinking.
"Yes, he's an annoying creature but he will do anything I tell him to do. Though he often fouls the simplest of tasks," sneered Myotismon.
"Then why do you keep him around?" I inquired.
Myotismon chose not to answer this question because at that moment B.Agumon returned carrying two plates. One held a steak. The other a salad and part of a chicken. At the moment I realized how hungry I was.
"Thank you," I said, taking the plate B.Agumon offered me. He then handed Myotismon his plate and refilled his wine glass. "You sure are quiet."
I suddenly found myself short of breath as Myotismon stared straight into my eyes. B.Agumon gasped in surprise and dropped the bottle of wine, staining the rug under the table. Myotismon's eyes left mine, allowing me to catch my breath as he turned on B.Agumon.
"You impertinent fool!" he cried. "CRIMSON LIGHTNING!"
A long red whip seemed to appear in his hand which he flicked to it B.Agumon right across the chest. The digimon winced and took a step back. Myotismon hit him again on the shoulder, sending him to his knees. Again Myotismon hit him across the head and I could take it no more. I stood up and jumped across the table, grabbing Myotismon's arm as he aimed another blow at B.Agumon's chest. The attack fell short.
"Stop it…" I whispered. "You're hurting him…"
"You will do well not to order me around!" snapped Myotismon, throwing me back into the table.
"Oh yeah! Well you're just a big evil bully and I don't see why I'm wasting my time with you!" I snapped, gripping the table for support.
Suddenly the red whip came down on my shoulder, cutting the skin and sending red blood down my arm. I bit my lip to stop myself from screaming as I stared Myotismon down.
"I am the lord of this castle and while you are under this roof you will do as I say!" roared Myotismon.
From the kitchen the eyes of Gatomon and Wizardmon could be seen peering through the doorway. B.Agumon struggled to his feet but found himself just collapsing again. Still I kept my eyes on Myotismon, loathing him more and more as the seconds ticked on. But the soon the pain in my shoulder got to me and I found myself crying out and clutching at it as I fell to my knees.
"Let that be a lesson and a reminder to you," hissed Myotismon. "For that you shall get no supper. B.Agumon, take this away!"
The digimon started to get up and stagger toward the table when Wizardmon came floating out of the table.
"I'll take care of this. I haven't done much in a while," he said, sweeping up the plates and floating back into the kitchen before Myotismon could say a word.
For a long time we just stood or sat in that room not saying anything. Finally Myotismon took my by my uninjured arm and sat me down roughly in a chair. Not saying I was grateful for the way he was treating me (it hurt and all) but it was kind of nice somebody was actually doing something. Maybe I would get answers.
"You, my dear, are a digidestined. You are part of a group of humans from your world that have a strange connection to digimon. At this moment in time you are the only one in he digital world. This is because unlike the others you are not completely human," explained Myotismon. To be truthful, none of this was making any sense. "In some way you are almost a digimon yourself but I don't know how. But it is my plan that you shall never know any of the other digidestined for they will corrupt your power."
"Aren't we supposed to, like, save the world?" I asked. "That's normally what special people are there for…"
"The digidestined believe they are here to save the world but their entrance into the digital world is what will eventually cause it's destruction. My hope is to destroy them before that can happen," stated Myotismon.
"That's a load of bologna!" I spat. "You're the one with the evil dark castle, and the evil dark aura and… who beats up on innocent digimon!"
It was kind of obvious that Myotismon was trying to take Piedmon's second choice. You know the whole "If I can't kill you I'll make you evil" thing. Kind of silly because I always hated bullies. Evil people are like the biggest bullies ever so why am I going to become one of them? Besides, I still wasn't all that sure if I was dreaming or not. Well… okay, I was pretty sure I wasn't dreaming. But I could still hope, couldn't I?
"You're going have to learn some respect," growled Myotismon. "B.Agumon will show you to your quarters."
I seriously found this strange because Myotismon had just beaten him because I had talked to him. Now he was basically giving us a chance to talk to each other. Not that B.Agumon would want to talk to me, but still. Sometimes I just don't get evil people. They never make sense and their actions are always all over the place.
Anyways, me and the dinosaur digimon struggled to our feet and left the dining hall. After a while I could tell that B.Agumon was exhausted and looked far more hungry than I felt. I had gotten dinner the day before at least. So smiled sympathetically down at him.
"How about I give you a lift and you just point me in the right direction?" I suggested. He just looked up at me with horror in his big green eyes. "Myotismon doesn't need to find out. Besides, it'll be all my doing anyways."
"You awfully nice…" muttered B.Agumon. This caught me a bit off guard because he hadn't said a thing at all. In fact, he hadn't made a sound.
"Well… um… I guess so," I said, blinking continually.
"I spent so much time with Myotismon I don't remember a time before. But I know there was one because I was waiting for somebody that would be kind to me. Just like you," He muttered. This really just freaked me out. Not only was he talking, he was talking in long sentences and about waiting for somebody like me.
"Well… that's… uh… nice…" I muttered.
"We should keep going," muttered B.Agumon, continuing down the dark, cold corridors.
I sighed, wishing that everything would just make sense. But it wasn't to be. Nothing ever makes sense, why should it? That's life for you.