Chapter ten: Don Juan's love marks the point of no return

It was the final evening, the evening of the premiere of 'Don Juan' and MagnaAngemon distributed the parts not belonging to the play… The orchestra was tuning and SkullMeramon the chief fire officer reviewed two Divermon. A worklight on a small table illuminated the group plotting in the dimness of the unenlightened stage. Agumon and Gomamon finally joined them, supervising the proceedings. "You understand your instructions?" Asked SkullMeramon his fire marshals and both nodded severally with a loud "Yes, Sir!". SkullMeramon glanced over to MagnaAngemon who acknowledged him. "When you hear the whistle, take up your positions. I shall then instruct you to secure the doors. It is essential that all doors are properly secured!" He directed them again while Agumon was still slightly worried about the whole undertaking. "Are we doing the right thing, Gomamon?" He whispered silently to the water digimon that shrugged. "Do you have a better idea?" Meanwhile SkullMeramon asked MagnaAngemon if he was to give the order. "Give the order!" He nodded and SkullMeramon blew his whistle. On this signal the Divermon fanned out leaving the others on the stage. MagnaAngemon addressed to someone in the darkness. "You in the pit. Do you have a clear view of this box?" He pointed up to number five and a just digivolved Angemon appeared from the pit, this one was a marksman. He nodded seizing his holy bow. "Remember, when the time comes, shoot! Only if you have to-but shoot. To kill!" The champion level looked up to the 'mon in his Ultra-form, slightly unsure. "How will I know, sir?" But MagnaAngemon looked reassuring and assured him he would know it then. Agumon raised an eyebrow and looked up to box five then he turned his face to the leader of this plan. "MagnaAngemon, are you confident that this will work? Will Angewomon sing?" The vaccine nodded, he was certain that his plan would work. "Don't worry, Agumon! Gomamon?" The white digimon scratches his head thoughtful and MagnaAngemon was told that they would be in his hands. "My 'mon are now in position, sir!" SkullMeramon informed the group, waiting for further instruction. "Go ahead, then." Was MagnaAngemon's reply, the chief blew in his whistle again and shouted into the auditorium whether all doors were secured. The sound of slamming exit doors echoed through the building and from everywhere the Divermon answered with a brief: "SECURE!" MagnaAngemon acquiesced when suddenly the orchestra fell silent. Very quietly from nowhere a voice was heard, a voice which was very familiar to the vaccine. "I'm here: The Phantom of the Digiworld…" All looked around apprehensively and the Divermon started to run in the direction of the voice. But it skipped to somewhere else and instead they were scared by a swarm of bats shrieking aloud. "I'm here: the Phantom of the Digiworld!" Again they followed the voice and again it skipped the place. This happened several times, Myotismon's voice darting more and more bewildering from place to place. Every time raising the volume as if it would draw closer and every time with a more scornful undertone. Finally it was heard from box five and in the confusion the marksman fired a shot of his arrow of light. MagnaAngemon rounded on him furiously. "Idiot! You'll kill someone! I said: only when the time comes!" The nervous Angemon tried desperately to excuse himself. "But MagnaAngemon, I---" When suddenly Myotismon's voice cut in, filling the whole building. Everyone looked up startled. "No 'buts'! For once, MagnaAngemon is right…" He scoffed and suddenly was visible, sitting on the balustrade of box five. No one shot at him this time, anyhow the bats whizzing around him in an ominous cloud would have eradicated every attack. He smugly grinned down at the infuriated intriguers like an invitation for them. His steel blue eyes expressed what he held in his mind. –So… you think you can defeat me with that asinine strategy of yours? Well let's see how you will bear the truth!- He laughed devilish and disappeared while his voice echoed through the building, more menacing than before and now even inciting. "Seal my fate tonight! I hate to have to cut the fun short! But the joke's wearing thin…" And then it sounded for all as if he would stand directly next to MagnaAngemon, whispering into his ear provoking. "Let the audience in… Let my opera begin!" MagnaAngemon shivered while everyone's eyes rested on him in concern. "Let's do as he requested! Let us seal his fate!"

The auditorium was filled with curious digimon wanting to hear Angewomon's wonderful voice and to see this new production as there had been rumors it would be in one word: salacious. Among them were at least thirty holy vaccines. Pegasusmon, Nefertimon, several angelic digimon and even a Seraphimon as their chief. The play by now had reached its final scene without Myotismon interfering it, slowly they wondered if he even would. The set on the stage was a huge hall with an arch which had red curtains, behind them a bed. In the front was a fine table laid for two. Andromon playing Passarino, Don Juan's servant wore a blue suit, a black cape wrapped around him like a robe, the cowl hanging down his back and a strange black mask with batwing like shaped tips. He was directing the staff, including mainly Gazimon, as they made the room ready. There was a crowd of Gotsumon dressed as sixteenth century ruffians and Pumkinmon playing hoydens, proud of their masters reputation as a libertine. "Here the sire may serve the dam, here the master takes his meat! Here the sacrificial lamb utters one despairing bleat!" Arukenimon and dancing Floramon dressed in an air of nothing, entered the stage and accompanied the chorus of tough guys. "Poor young maiden! For the thrill on your tongue of stolen sweets, you will have to pay the bill - tangled in the winding sheets! Serve the meal and serve the maid! Serve the master so that, when tables, plans and maids are laid, Don Juan triumphs once again!" Mummymon, as Don Juan emerged from behind the arch with a spoiled grin he was clad in black medieval suit lined with gold. Lillymon, this time a gypsy dancer, pirouetted coquettishly for him and he threw her a purse. She caught it feline and left the stage while Mummymon alias Don Juan addressed to Andromon. "Passarino, faithful friend, once again recite the plan." He laid his hand onto the metal digimon's shoulder and smiled at him victoriously. "Your young guest believes I'm you. I the master, you, the man." Mummymon nodded agreeing and turned to the audience speaking more explaining to them than to his servant. "When you met you wore my cloak with my scarf you hid your face. She believes she dines with me, in her master's borrowed place!" He paced up and down the stage with a growing expression of lust. "Furtively we'll scoff and quaff, stealing what, in truth, is mine. When it's late and modesty starts to mellow, with the wine..." MagnaAngemon looked down into the audience and at the doors, several Leomon entered silently, one glanced up to him and nodded. Andromon alias Passarino addressed to his master. "You come home! I use your voice- slam the door like crack of doom!" Mummymon grinned obscene as he finished the plan. "I shall say: Come hide with me! Where, oh, where?- Of course! My room!" Passarino aka. Andromon shook his head in compassion as he heard Don Juan's final plan. "Poor thing hasn't got a chance!" Both laughed and began to change their clothes. "Here's my hat, my cloak and sword. Conquest is assured, if I do not forget myself and laugh!" Said Don Juan and they went into the curtained alcove where the bed awaited to fully change their dresses. Passarino returned to the stage in Don Juan's clothes with his sword and hat, while Don Juan aka. Mummymon stayed behind the curtain.

While Passarino returned Don Juan waited in the alcove for his headword… Mummymon startled when something creased his head, he turned and saw a small and velvety black thing hanging from one of the curtains. First he thought it would be some sort of fabric scrap belonging to this strange set of all nuances of red and black with flames like in purgatory all around… But when it suddenly opened its glowing crimson eyes he had nearly screamed in shock. It was a bat and when he looked up he saw that it had not come alone… He shuddered and tried to concentrate on the play even though a quiet but atrociously fiendish laugh sounded to his ear…

Offstage a breathtaking female voice was heard, Angewomon's voice and slowly she began entering the stage.

". . . no thoughts within her head,
But thoughts of joy!
No dreams within her heart
But dreams of love!"

Passarino, as he saw her, went to the alcove and hearkened. "Master..." Don Juan answered him from behind the curtains, his voice calm and certain. "Passarino... Go away! For the trap is set and waits for its prey..." Andromon left the stage while Angewomon now finally had entered it. She took down her cloak and sat down looking about her. Yet no one was to be seen so she started on an apple. Don Juan now dressed in Passarino's azure medieval suit and the servants black cape wrapped around him emerged from behind the curtains, the cowl drawn deep to hide his face to keep up the plan.

"You have come here

In pursuit of your deepest urge,
In pursuit of that wish,
Which till now has been silent,
Silent..."
Somehow his first words startled her and she felt strange hearing Don Juan's voice. Elegantly he strode towards her and then encircled her decoying.

"I have brought you,
That our passions may fuse and merge -
In your mind you've already succumbed to me,

Dropped all defenses, completely succumbed to me -
Now you are here with me:
No second thoughts,
You've decided,
Decided..."
Angewomon looked up to him, his gentle but tempting voice reminding her onto something but yet she could not fully grasp what it made her remember to... He paced around her and though the cowl hid Don Juan's face it seemed as if he would only look at her as if he wasn't playing for the audience...
"Past the point of no return -
No backward glances:
The games we've played
Till now are at an end..."
Slowly the robe like cape began to loosen around his body and Angewomon could see that its interior was crimson red. Don Juan reached for her, his ashen gloves not touching her skin as if there was an invisible connection between them.

"Past all thought of 'if' or 'when' -
No use resisting:

Abandon thought, and let the dream descend..." She felt like being more and more wrapped into a warm sensation while his cape now floated down his back as a cape was supposed to. A thought flashed through her head in that moment. –Mummymon must have listened to Myotismon's advice, I hadn't noticed he really had lost weight...- And suddenly Don Juan dressed up as Passarino stood behind her his head close to her neck, his hand laid both firm and gentle upon her throat. Was it just her mind that played tricks to her or did his voice really grow more sonorous, more enticing... more amorous?

"What raging fire shall flood the soul?
What rich desire unlocks its door?
What sweet seduction lies before us...?
"
Don Juan's hand wandered down her throat to the deep neckline but then it skimmed along her shoulder caressing her arm and to her soft hand. He kissed it and she could feel his cold lips and two gentle pressures on her skin. She realized now that Mummymon's voice was in fact deeper than normal, and he sang with more enthusiasm. And it WAS more fascinating and alluring than normal.
"Past the point of no return,
The final threshold -
What warm, unspoken secrets
Will we learn?
Beyond the point
Of no return..."
The sets flames reflected in the gold his suit was lined with, when Don Juan unhanded her and took a few steps backwards in his black leather boots as if to leave her space too make a decision. She had a strange feeling, as if she had lived through something like this before but now it was her part and he remained silent.
"You have brought me to that moment
Where words run dry,
To that moment where speech
Disappears into silence,
Silence..."
She looked at Don Juan disguised as Passarino and he threw back the cowl, revealing his face. She recognized Passarino's strange crimson mask with the batwing like shaped tips. Still she was slightly charmed by Don Juan's voice but something rang a bell in the back of her head, yet she did not know what. She regarded him as he stood there listening to her tune with closed eyes and wondered... –Was Passarino's mask crimson or black...? I thought it was black... and...– Slowly a concerning realization pushed itself into her awareness. –I may be wrong but... I think... neither Andromon nor Mummymon nor the characters they play... have blond hair...-
"I have come here,

Hardly knowing the reason why...
In my mind, I've already imagined

Our bodies entwining defenseless and silent -
And now I am here with you:
No second thoughts,
I've decided,
Decided..."
She glanced up to MagnaAngemon, he seemed to be slightly nervous, he had a strange feeling, too. Then she looked back to Don Juan just as he opened his eyes and she felt drowning in their pure sapphire blue... Realization hit her like lightning… Now the time had come…

"Past the point of no return -
No going back now:
Our passion-play has now, at last,
Begun..."
She gazed at him trying to sing as seductive as he had, encircling him as he had. Now she knew what this text had been written for… She glanced up to MagnaAngemon, Gomamon and Agumon giving them a signal with her eyes. Then she looked to him seeing the flames reflecting in his eyes.
"Past all thought of right or wrong -
One final question:
How long should we two wait,

Before we're one…?" Slowly she strode over to him, moving her body to the fervent melody. Her eyes seizing his she breathed deeply filling her voice with persuasion and enticement. The cowl of his cape had by now changed into his high black collar and he too paced over to her, his heart throbbing against his chest in excitement. Never before she had heard herself with this voice, the one of a smoldering temptress.
"When will the blood begin to race

The sleeping bud burst into bloom?
When will the flames, at last,

Consume us…?" He reached out for her and fervid, but not fiercely, took her by the wrist. She let him do. He drew her close to him his hands again laid upon her throat. From behind her he let his hands skim down at the sides of her breasts... Holding her close while his fingers glided down her front... His arms embracing her from behind, crossing at her navel... and his hands finally resting on the sides of her hips, he upraised his voice again... This seductive, sensual, spiritual touching of her heart that left her no choice but to float on his melody and sing with him…

"Past the point of no return
the final threshold -
the bridge is crossed, so stand
and watch it burn...
We've passed the point
of no return..."
She felt his warm breathe in her nape and felt his hands searching for hers. Both gasped silently but erratic overwhelmed by this moment of mental liaison. His hands laid upon hers when she led them along her body… Across her front, his fingertips vaguely touching her breasts… Upwards her throat caressing her warm silken skin… She felt his face close to her head, his lips almost touching her cheek… Latest now even the last digimon in the audience and the vaccine troupe had realized that Don Juan was anymore played by Mummymon. Angewomon knew it long before them, unaware she had already expected it when she had entered the stage. He turned her towards him and she looked up into these sparkling sapphires, ice blue but filled with warmth now… All sounds around them, all voices, music and noises had been drowned out as he sang to her this time, not a song from his opera… but something very familiar…

"Say you'll share with me

One love, one lifetime...
Lead me, save me
From my solitude..."
He took a ring from his finger, a small golden ring... A smaller but detailed copy of the holy ring she wore on her tail as Gatomon... It was the engagement ring he had ripped of her neck at the masked ball… He held it out for her and she viewed it indecisive. Her gaze wandered up to his eyes again, they implored her to take it, though his pride would never allow him to voice it. With shivering hands Angewomon accepted his proposal… Still her mind told her to be wary, something was wrong… And then slowly she began to understand… She remembered something, she remembered fog and a roof and MagnaAngemon, then as Angemon… and she remembered those words, they had spoken them, but… -How does he know that?… My God! He must have heard us… Oh no…- Her eyes had been widened in consciousness when she looked up to him… It was indeed the point of no return… now, there would be no way back… there was only one thing to do…

"Say you want me with you,
Here beside you...
Anywhere you go
Let me go too -
Angewomon
That's all I ask of---"
He never reached the you--- She had clenched her fingers around his mask and removed it without hesitation--- Their was disenchantment and ire in these sapphire blue eyes, embedded in this horrifying, pulsating mass of raw flesh between his nose and his forehead. Lightning flashed through the sky and thunder rumbled furiously. The audience and the forces of light were equally shocked and revolted by this gruesome view. It took the vaccines some minutes to regain their poise in which Myotismon was like frozen, he could only look down to Angewomon in disappointment of her. When the holy digimon awaked from their stupor and began closing in, MagnaAngemon shouted for his love. Myotismon's eyes narrowed to slits, harsh he grabbed Angewomon, shackling her wings with a crimson lightning. Arrows of Light whizzed onto the stage but were deleted by the swarm of bats veiling the two like a cloud. Myotismon whipped his Crimson Lightning lasso around on of the joists high above them and with Angewomon in his arm he drew himself into the air. A black portal opened like a gaping mouth over the very heads of the audience, with one skip he plunged into the darkness before anyone had reached them.

Meanwhile Lillymon had pulled the curtain upstage and revealed a cruel scenario. Mummymon's not yet deleted body, garroted by a garish glowing crimson light. The corpse was bound at the wrists to the front posters of the high bed attached like in a crucifixion. Mummymon's head gruesomely tilted to one side, blood and spittle dropping from his mouth. Lillymon could only scream in horror. While the audience fled of the theatre in mortal fear, the vaccines and directors rushed onto the stage in confusion, but not just them, half of the company, too. "What is it? What has happened?--- MUMMYMON!" Arukenimon screamed beholding the body like petrified, not really grasping what had happened. "Oh, my God... my God...!" Gomamon clenched his claws into the white fur on his head, with dread in his eyes. The bats still fluttering around their heads, chasing them around. "We're ruined, Gomamon! Ruined!" The orange reptile digimon fell onto his knees as anew bats darted towards him, threatening. He smashed his fists onto the wooden floor. LadyDevimon grabbed MagnaAngemon's shoulder and whispered to him. "MagnaAngemon! Come with me!" Surprised he turned to her and frowned, he was uncertain. Arukenimon rushed over to Mummymon's carcass, with tears in her eyes. "Oh, my darling, my darling... Who has done this ..." Hysterically she attacked Gomamon grabbing him at his chest's fur. "You! Why did you let this happen?" She let him plummet to the ground and embraced Mummymon's body firmly. She had just touched the cold turning flesh when pandemonium-like bat cries filled the air, a multitude of at least a hundred bats pelted down onto her covering every bit of her skin, sucking her blood. No one could see through the blackness of twitching wings when they heard Arukenimon's helpless and fearful yells. As the bats shot apart there was nothing left of her to be deleted. "MagnaAngemon, I know where they are!" LadyDevimon told the vaccine in despair, she had never wanted it to go so far. "But can I trust you?" He asked with a good reason after all she had always been somehow on the side of the 'Phantom' and it could have been a trap. "You must. But remember: your hand at the level of your eyes!" She grabbed his wrist trying to drag him from the stage, yet he remained where he stood. "But why!" The vaccine was still unsure to trust her, she was a virus. Desperately she shouted at him. "Why? The Crimson Lightning lasso, MagnaAngemon. First Wizardmon! Now Mummymon!" Lillymon hurried over to them and held up her hand in front of her eyes to demonstrate him the only way of protection. "Like this, digimon! I'll come with you!" But LadyDevimon shook her head and pushed her backwards, where they would go was not a place for a nosy chorus girl. "No Lillymon! No, you stay here!" She turned to the holy digimon at her side and took his arm again, this time successfully drawing him down the stage. "Hurry MagnaAngemon! Or we shall be too late!" They ran through the aisles of seats, out of the auditorium.

Myotismon dragged the stumbling Angewomon behind him through the black corridors of his castle of darkness. He clenched her wrist as if he wanted to bore his fingers into her flesh. She could see nothing than blackness all around, her feet often creasing over the ground, scratching them on the rough stone floor. Myotismon's voice was filled with raving fury. Angewomon realized what she had dread would come true, he would take her with him, to be with her forever, even if he had to kill her…

"Down once more

To the dungeon of my black despair!
Down we plunge
To the prison of my mind!
Down that path

Into darkness deep as hell!" They rushed around several corners, up and down stairs and Angewomon felt, even if she could escape him she would go astray in his labyrinth of night and die down there a miserable death. When again she stumbled and kinked her ankle she screamed in pain and started to sob, emotionless he dragged her forward. Now she clenched his wrist to, too not fall down and get lost in the darkness. Bitterly he rounded on her, as he noticed her fingers clutching to his glove.

"Why, you ask,

Was I bound and chained
In this cold and dismal place?
Not for any mortal sin,

But the wickedness of
My abhorrent face!"
He glared down at her and she found no more love or emotion in his eyes, but hatred and disdain. Suddenly his sagacious vampire ears twitched and Myotismon looked up focused. Angewomon could hear nothing but he heard them clearly… Far away in the theatre… The vaccines… the mob… they shouted something… "Track down this murderer! He must be found!" The expression in Myotismon's face darkened, he disparaged those celestial beings like all the other digimon not for what they were, but for their deeds. He moved off again with Angewomon.

"Hounded out by everyone!
Met with hatred everywhere!
No kind word from anyone!
No compassion anywhere!
Angewomon, Angewomon...
Why? Why?..."
His voice was not just filled with hate now, there was something else creeping up in it, too. Something like an emotion of weakness... it was like despair and vulnerability...


A/N: Just aquick thanks to Kiely who's such a nice reviewer XD