A/N: And here's the next chapter. Looks like we're moving into a new day so that'll be fun. Enjoy!


7. Blood is an Acquired Taste

In the two days and a night he'd been in the human world, he'd found women a far more appetizing meal than men, but the news of the death of the eighth Child had made their blood even more delectable. And himself more careless as well.

But it mattered not. The world was his now; only the formalities of making it known remained. So what did it matter if he took a little too much nectar from some bees. The human world was filled with humans. So much so that he honestly hadn't expected they'd find the eighth Child in the time they had, even if they'd been restrained to the island called Japan.

Japan…what an odd name. It meant nothing in the language of the Digital World, but humans were strange that way. They had such a different way of living as well. Offering their bared necks to him, not even realising it could be the last thing they'd ever do. Cluttering together and yet breeding as though there was space for all of them.

He was doing them a favour, if one looked at it that way. The population of the human world could use a little…watering down.

And he was still hungry. Another snack then. It wouldn't hurt. There was plenty after all. If he ran out here he could go somewhere else. The world was like a breeding garden now. In fact, he might keep it that way. Blood was something that didn't exist in the Digital World, and what a shame that was as well. He'd certainly miss it when he returned home.

But that wouldn't be for a while. After all, those other children were in this world and he remembered how his bats had been evenly matched to that giant firebird of love. Those Chosen still needed to be taken care of. And he'd take great delight in doing it too.


It was all over the news the next morning. A teenager who'd been coming back from a late party was dead from some snake bite, it was said. And a woman heading to a midnight shift was rushed to hospital after being found unconscious with bite marks on her neck.

And then there was the murder of an eight year old girl. A girl they'd found with claw-like marks scraping through her neck. That one had the most detail, maybe because it had happened earlier and there'd been time to collect the information. The girl's name was Yagami Hikari, and she'd been watching television at home by the looks of things while her father was at work and her mother buying groceries. Her brother, who'd returned home to find her, had been out with friends. The Yagamis owned a cat, but it was unlikely the feline was the culprit. Her claws were too small. And it was equally unlikely anyone in the family had anything to do with it. But they didn't think of a digimon.

The thought of a snake slithering through Odaiba was forgotten in the midst of the gruesome picture it painted. But it was the gossip-worthy sort of gruesomeness. Who had a grudge against the Yagamis? Or was sick enough to kill a little girl like that? But they'd catch the person soon enough. And the news would grow boring again. And it would soon be forgotten, except by the people closest to that little girl.

But that wasn't to be, because she wasn't just any eight year old girl.