Disclaimer: I own nothing...sobs hysterically Warnings: mentions of cutting, and talk of blood. A/N: I like this chapter the most but there isn?t a lot of the boys together so next chapter there should be tons! This is for everyone how reviewed, I love you guys! You ROCK! Also to the anonymous person who seems to seriously dislike me, I could respond but I hate leaving long notes so would you like my screen name? Honestly it sounds like your up for a good debate anyway. (Anybody can IM me (please)!) Im lonely and love to talk to people about digimon!) thanks again and ON WITH THE SHOW!!!!!!!!

Blood Lust

The heavy wooden door swung open, its hinges screaming in protest. The sound jolted Yamato from his darkening thoughts and he gazed at the empty doorway. He would have laughed at how cliché the entire thing was but even the darkest humor had left him. Whatever lay beyond he was suppose to find, deliberately put their by his captors. Matt hated consciously doing what his enemy desired of him but he could not risk any more time lost in his thoughts, so dark they were now that they threatened to consume him.

Yamato pulled himself to the foot of the bed and cautiously tested his wounded ankle on the unforgiving stone floor. It hurt but it was conceivable that he may be able to stand on it. Soon Yamato stood on his good foot, the other hovering a few inches from the floor. No use standing there doing nothing, he took a deep calming breath and stepped forward. The ground rushed up to meet him and Yamato found himself in a ball on the freezing stones, a string of obscenities escaping his lips.

Every part of him hurt more than when he had first woken, maybe it was his depressing thoughts that amplified the pain or he was simply growing worse by the moment, either way he couldn't dwell on it long. The moment he had stopped moving and had no task to focus on thoughts of his little Takeru who does not need him and Taichi who does not want him flooded his mind. No, he could not stop to think like that, not when the next thought was how to end the pain, end the long chain of horror that was his life and where to find the sweet release that only comes with the sharp edge of a blade in his hands. Too long had he been engulfed by such thoughts, to let it happen again would be the end of him, there would be no surviving it again. Then again, wasn't that what he wanted anyway?

Matt pulled himself up and limped across the room, clutching to the heavy wooden furniture for the support his too-slight frame could not give. Finally he reached the door where he leaned heavily upon the frame, glancing out into the newly found room. Again the deep crimson color dominated the space, a color so like blood that if Yamato were to give into his desires and release his own lifes essence from his pale wrists that the droplets of blood would disappear among the fabric. Large bookshelves covered the walls, filled with ancient texts of many languages from what Matt could see of the faded writing on the bindings. A single plush chair of the same material as his elaborate bed sat in the center of the room. All of these things were secondary to the creature that stood facing the door.

"Please, sit." Myotismon said distractedly as he flipped through the yellowed pages of the book he held. Yamato did not move, there was no way he was going to make anything easy on his captors, even if he wanted to sit he didn't know if he could make it across the room.

"I said sit." In the blink of an eye and a flutter of wind Yamato found himself staring up at the creature from his place in the chair. Myotismon had put the book down and now stood in front of the golden haired boy.

Matt fought back the look of sock trying to show itself on his elegant features. "How did you do that?" Never had he seen digimon move that fast, or rather, not seen.

"It is part of the gift. The gift I am willing to share with you." Myotismons voice held no emotion, just its usual air of snobbish superiority, agonizingly similar to an adult explaining something as simple as one plus one to a child.

"I don't want anything from you!" Yamato spit out as if the very words left a foul taste in his mouth. He may have fallen prey to their mind tricks but he would still not do anything that may hurt those he loved in the long run.

"So much spirit, but don't be a fool. You do not know the magnitude of what I am offering you. I can give you everything you have ever desired..."

"Don't pretend to know what I want, you don't know me! Even if you did know I would not take anything from you! Anything you do is for you, don't try to fool me into thinking you are some bleeding heart! You're a monster!" He wished desperately to stand, sitting like this made him feel weak, but the sad truth of the matter is that he is weak, too weak even to stand.

"Ah, but I do know you. You are Yamato, the child of friendship, and brother of hope. Ironic, that the child of hope has already taken another as his brother and that your 'friends' were willing to abandon you. You are the loner that never actually fit in the group but liked to pretend that you did. But no, you are tainted, dark."

"Fuck you."

"You want death but are too afraid to take it, want to be rid of your pain and the emotions that cause it."

"Leave me alone!" Yamato covered his ears with his hands and looked down at his lap, fully aware that he could still hear ever word spoken to him.

"Why not give in to me when I can make all your dreams come true?" Myotismon placed a hand on Yamatos shaking shoulder. "You still doubt what I said of your friends."

"They would not leave me" His voice was hoarse and silent tears slid down his cheeks.

"If what I said is true will you join me?" Matt nodded mutely, barely moving at all. Myotismon picked up the boy easily and walked to one of the adjoining rooms. This room was small and dark; the only thing that Yamato could make out was a large stone tablet in the center that came up to his waist. He was placed on his feet and managed to stay standing using the stone as a crutch. In a flash, a deep blue fog that Yamato could neither feel nor smell surrounded the stone. The fog twisted and molded until the image of his friends appeared before him.

Takeru had taken to walking once more, determined not to slow down the group in their quest to find Yamato. Slowly he and Patamon fell to the back of the group, his short legs had to do twice the work of some of the older digidestined and it was taking its toll on more than his physical state. Finally the inevitable happened and Takeru fell to the rocky road with a soft cry.

Taichi was at the young blondes side in an instant and was glad to see no damage had been done, but there was something profoundly different in the child that he couldn't grasp.

"Taichi we should stop for lunch. We have been walking for ages and need a break. We even ate breakfast walking!" Sora had been pestering him for hours about a break and she was right, the group was tired but he had been waiting for the right moment. Tai picked Takeru up in his arms and looked into his eyes, there was no doubt in his mind that the moment was now. He had found the change in Tk that had disturbed him earlier, all the hope and joy in those crystal eyes had gone. Now they were completely empty, void of any life or the hope that Tai held most dear about Takeru.

"Alright, time for lunch! Who is hungry?" Tai put on his trademark grin and forced the usual bounce back into his voice for the sake of the others, but mostly for the child in his arms that he felt bound to protect.

"We don't have to stop for me Taichi! I can keep going! If we don't keep going we are never going to find my Onii-chan!" Takeru was near tears, already his eyes glistened and his voice wavered.

"Don't worry Tk, we need breaks so that when he get to Yama we can help him! In fact I bet he has the whole place serving him by now!" Normally this would have cheered Takeru and he would have gone off to play but now it only served to provoke the tears.

"I want my Onii-chan!" He sobbed as Patamon flew around them trying to comfort the young blonde. "H-He said that he would make sure nothing happened to me but now he is gone! Just like the last time and daddy took him away!" Now even Taichi wanted to cry but he wouldn't let allow himself to think that way, not when the child of hope was like this!

"He is making sure nothing happens to you!" Tk blinked and stopped crying long enough to hear Tai out. "Yama and I figured this all out, when he cant help you I will. I will be your brother number two! So when things like this happens and Yama is far away you still have someone to watch over you!" Tai could bite his tongue off for that one. Even to his own ears it sounded ridiculously sappy, not to mention the fact that he had stretched the truth until it threatened to snap in half. Somewhere someone must have loved Taichi because no more tears came and Takeru even smiled up at him, the old light returning to his eyes.

"So I have Yamato and you! Until he comes back you will fill his duties and be my Onii-chan!" A true smile graced Taichis face as Takeru tried to adopt the air of a businessman finalizing a deal but still retained the sweetness of his smile.

"Of course! Everyone will watch over you, especially me! So how about we go get some lunch before Agumon eats it all!" Takeru nodded happily and jumped from the older boys arms to lead the way to the food.

Throughout the meal Tai kept on his grin and acted as happy as he had before Yamato had been taken away from him. For too long had the group seen their normally lighthearted leader act so spiritless, everyone took their cues from Taichi whether they knew it or not. When Tai is depressed the entire group is shrouded in darkness. It had scared Taichi to see Tk like that, without hope, even if it would eat at his soul to act as if he did not have a care in the world he would do it, for the group and for Yamato.

By the end of lunch all of the present digidestined had a smile on their face. Taichi had even managed to have a reasonable conversation with Sora while he ate so he was sure she wouldn't throttle him next time he demanded they go on without a break.

Consciously adding the spring to his step Tai led the group back out and led them further than even he had expected they would go in a day. That night Tai curled up in a ball away from the group and repressed the sudden urge to throw up. Every smile had hurt, every laugh thundered menacingly in his ears because his Yama was in danger and all he could do for him was smile.

Yamato gazed down at his friends wanting so much to be able to touch them, to feel them near him. They were all together and very much alive, nothing bad had happened to them in Matt's absence! The group was getting ready to eat, a fire danced beneath heaping amounts of food, more than they usually had to eat in a day. His eyes automatically found Taichi and Takeru, as he stared at them the view of the two grew larger.

"What are they saying?" Yamato demanded. Tk was in Tais arms, what if he had been hurt and couldn't walk? With a wave of his hand Myotismon filled the chamber with Takerus sparkling voice.

"Be my Onii-chan!" The boy was smiling, almost giggling.

"Of course!" Taichi replied without hesitation, even he was smiling. "Everyone will watch over you, especially me! So how about we go get some lunch before Agumon eats it all!" The two made their way to the rest of the group and began to talk animatedly but Yamato heard no more.

He had been replaced. Takeru didn't miss him, didn't need him. Everyone was smiling and laughing, even Gabumon was enjoying himself with Agumon. They did not need him nor want him back, they were doing fine without him. Tai...Tai was beaming, the picture of happiness, he was not fighting with a certain blonde, looking to the entire world like he could be no happier. They were not looking for him, they were feasting and laughing, they were better off without him. And above all Tai did not care that at that very moment Yamato could very well be dead.

Matt did not cry, did not shed a tear, he was paralyzed. How long had he been fooling himself to think he belonged? Myotismon was right about everything, Tk replaced him, Tai didn't care for him and he would never belong anywhere.

"Now you believe me?" Myotismons abnormally kind voice brought him back to reality. Yamatos face didn't change, still frozen in a blank mask, after a long pause he managed a nearly imperceptible nod.

Before he knew what was happening Yamato was swept up into Myotismons arms and sharp fangs impaled his neck. Pleasure surged through his body and everything wrong with the world melted away until all that was left was a radiant light. Thunder boomed in his ears and vaguely he realized it was his own heartbeat and that the sound was growing weaker. The pleasure left as a wave of agony washed over him. Yamato could feel the blood rushing though his veins like liquid fire. He felt with amazing detail each drop that left his own body to fill the hungry mouth latched mercilessly to his neck.

'No!' He wanted to scream, wanted to push the creature off of him but the arms tightened around him, dragging him to the cold chest and his voice would not come. With a sudden horror Yamato realized he couldn't breath, his body wasn't responding to him at all and the thundering in his ears turned to a slow soft thump.

Myotismon detached himself from Yamatos neck with obvious effort. The boy lay motionless on the floor, only his eyes portrayed the true horror and pain he felt. The vampire took no notice of this and slashed at his wrist as if it was the most ordinary thing he ever did.

"Drink or die." Yamato had been drained to the brink of death and they both knew it.

A few drops of crimson life fell on Matts white lips. His blue eyes flew open as the first splash of flavor and warmth spread through him. With strength previously unknown to him Yamato latched onto the wound, sucking greedily at the blood. His human teeth fought for purchase on the pallid wrist and his hands clamped on, assuring him that this pleasure would not be taken from him. Yamato was mindless with the sensations of it all, the pain and love he fought with all his life were gone and only a primal urge remained.

Myotismon gasped in pain and wrenched his arm free of Yamatos hold, flying across the room to lean heavily on the stone wall. His face was paler than usual and his body slumped with fatigue but a rare smile free of malice twisted his lips. He had done it, he and the boy were still alive, in a sense, and he could feel Yamatos body changing into something utterly perfect.

Yamato lay content on the floor for a moment, lost in his blood lust. Then a spasm of pain had him doubling over and clutching desperately at his chest. The world had returned to darkness and evil ruled once again. Yamatos mind came back to him as his entire body revolted against him.

"What is happening to me?" The sweet voice was nothing but a pained whisper. Myotismon watched Yamato writhe on the cold stones before answering without any compassion to speak of.

"Your mortal body is dieing but pay it no attention, once that is done you will be immortal."

Hours passed before Yamatos body finally died but it might as well have been centuries. The pain was gone and now all that was left was a hunger Matt had never felt before. A hunger that made his eyes red and his mind go blank with desire.

"Hungry." The demand came in a cold inhuman tone but with a burst of human passion. Myotismon, who had taken long ago to staring at Yamato, simply smiled in response. With the snap of his fingers he beckoned one of his eager minions to his side. It was a small Pagumon who had the misfortune of answering.

"Yes my lord?" The digimon did a feeble attempt at a bow and twitched nervously where it stood.

Yamato watched the creature eagerly, he could hear the blood gushing through the digimons heart the moment he entered the room. As he stared thoughts of fear and anxious wondering filtered into his mind, he could read the Pagumons thoughts; feel everything the creature did if he desired to. Somehow this realization was secondary to his own thoughts of what the blood would taste like, would it have the same dark luster as Myotismon or would it be sweet, like the dolls the creature so resembled?

The Pagumon wondered fearful what would happen if he made an attempt to escape the room but never had the chance to test the theory. Matt was across the chamber in a second, the digimon twisting desperately in his steel embrace. Without a word of guidance his new nature took over and Yamato sunk fangs into the creatures throat.

Blood rushed into his mouth and filled his body with warmth he had not realized that he was lacking until then. Still the Pagumons thoughts came to him and Yamato wanted to laugh at what he saw, the creature was blissfully unaware of what was happening and knew only its momentary pleasure, but not for long. Its heart had taken on a new frenzied rhythm and Matt knew what was coming. A few more seconds and the creature would be his completely, the little heart would stop and he would feel every moment of it.

"Stop." The word fell of deft ears and Yamato continued ruthlessly. Myotismon shouted the word again as he ripped the creature from Matts grasp. The blonde looked up as if seeing Myotismon for the first time. "Always stop before the heart ceases to beat." Yamatos vampire eyes fell on the creature convulsing at his feet, with a last little gasp the sound of rushing blood stopped and the constant thump of its heart faded into nonexistence.

"N-No." Matt took a step back from the creatures' corpse as it disappeared in a fluttering of data. He hadn't meant to kill it; he wasn't even thinking...how could he kill something without even realizing he was doing it? A sudden pain in his lip stopped Matts slow retreat. He raised a tentative hand to his mouth and jumped when it connected with two sharp fangs, when he pulled it back he saw the crimson stain on his pale hand.

"These creatures are your food now, you can hunt in the forest, feed on who you will. They are expendable, nothing but silly mortals for us to play with. With your new power you can defeat many digimon but for now it would be best to stay inside the castle walls. The hour grows late and it will soon be time to rest. You have free rein of the castle now but never venture outside in daylight without me, the light is unforgiving and will burn your immortal skin." As he spoke the last part Myotismons hand caressed the skin of Yamatos cheek like he was some wondrous new toy, full of unimaginable beauty and life. Yamato in turn was in shock and did nothing except keep himself upright.

Yamato was left alone in the chamber had woken in but the bed had been taken away and a coffin lay in its place. Deciding to ignore this disturbing change until absolutely necessary Matt walked around the room until he found himself in front of a full length mirror with elegant golden trim decorating its frame. Happy just to be able to see himself in the mirror and break at least one myth about vampires or whatever he was now he examined the reflection. His golden hair felt lighter than it had been and it held a new sheen as if bathed in sunlight. How ironic, he wouldn't be able to see the sun again but his hair was the same brilliant gold color. Next Yamato looked into his eyes, they retained the same ocean blue color but held to many glittering flecks to pass off as human, they were far too beautiful, even if he himself didn't think so. What little color his skin had possessed was gone and it was now a radiant white that appeared to glow in the sparse light. All things considered Yamato liked how he looked but knew that now he would stand out even more among his own...no not his own, he was not human anymore, he was not among their kind, but non the less when around people he would stand out like never before.

The room filled with the red light of dawn, just before the sun appears over the horizon and Yamato knew that the time had come. With a sense of dread he walked to the coffin and lifted its heavy wooden top with amazing ease. More than his looks had changed, as he was before lifting this monstrosity would have been nearly imposable. Now that he thought about it his injuries had disappeared as well, in fact all the usual aches and pains of being mortal were gone. 'No more stalling, the sun is rising' he told himself quietly. Before he could change his mind Yamato lowered himself into velvet pillowing the hard wood and shut the top. He was submerged by total darkness but somehow it didn't scare him as he thought it would, it was almost...natural. Before he realized it he was asleep, comfortable in his strange confines and blissfully unaware of how much pain the night would bring.
Review p-p-please! How can you say no to a blood sucking Yama? I will eternally be in your debt! Woops a kind of almost cliffy! Poor Yama.