Author's Note: I know this chapter came up kinda quick from the last one, but... uh... I don't know. I'm done with this chapter and I decided to put it up. Oh yeah, and the chapter is more centered around Myotismon.
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Chapter Eight:
Passion In The Darkness
Matt and his friends were taken into separate rooms of Myotismon's castle -- wait, his castle? How did the vampire's castle get to the real world? Just where is his castle? These thoughts were pondering in Matt's head, but most of all, what was Myotismon going to do with them? Kyle had said that her husband wasn't going to hurt anyone, but would the vampire keep that saying? Matt doubt it; this was Myotismon after all: an arrogant and selfish man, that will get things done his own way. The young man was chained and cuffed to a damp wall. This 'dungeon' he was in, reminded him of those old ones you would see in those medieval movies. He his eyes were wide and he swallowed hard in fear -- great fear. He didn't know what Myotismon was planning for him and his friends, but he knew it wasn't good. He still doesn't know what happened to his digimon, or any of the other digimon that were captured by Myotismon's men. Perhaps he will find out soon too...
Matt breathed in and out heavily, and his breathing panting a bit as the oxygen was released. Does Kyle know what's going to happen to them? Does she even know where they are? The young man still couldn't believe that she loves Myotismon, especially all that he's done to her world and everyone in it. How can she love a man like that?
The boy heard faint, heavy footsteps approaching his cell door. He started to cower; the sound was getting stronger -- closer to him. From those footsteps, Matt could easily tell who they belonged too. The young man watched the cell door in front of him creak open slowly, and Myotismon swiftly entered the damp room. The vampire slammed and locked the door behind him. This made Matt more frightened than ever. Myotismon smiled mockingly as he took a few steps towards the fearful boy. Matt could see that there was something small behind his cape, but the young man couldn't see it that well from the angle he was at.
"I have been waiting a long time for this..." Myotismon's voice was low, and sounded more menacing from before. Matt just shifted himself a little in place. "This will not take long, boy, I just wanted to show you something before I bring you your punishment..." the vampire bared his fangs slightly as if a warning to what's to come for Matt.
Matt merely nodded to the vampire, "Behind your cape, right?"
Myotismon nodded as well, "Yes..." he took a step towards the side, and Matt just wanted to cry out in agony at what he saw. It was his digimon, Gabumon, but now he looked almost lifeless -- dead. The creature's fur looked paler than usual, and his eyes were emitting a bright jade color. His face was expressionless.
"Gabumon..." Matt closed his eyes and turned his head to the side, so he could try to mask his tears from Myotismon. He knew he couldn't hide them though, for the vampire's smile was now pleading with pleasure to this sorrow. Tears were slowly streaming down the boy's face as he looked up at Myotismon. His body had slumped, but the cuffs and chains prevented him from going to the floor. "How can you do this to them? You monster! Does Kyle know that you're doing this?" Matt's voice was quivering badly. He was about to sob, but he was holding it back as much as possible.
Myotismon chuckled nastily, "Of course my wife does not know of this. If she did..." his voice suddenly got quiet, and somewhat sad. "She would not forgive for this..." Than his eyes narrowed at Matt. "Don't cry, my dear boy -- why, you're going to be joining your digimon and friends in this stage as well..." A tube with a long, thin needle at the end appeared in the vampire's hands. Matt cowered even more and cringed when that heavy figure came up to him.
"If you know that Kyle will hate you for this... than why Myotismon? Why are you doing this?" Matt closed his eyes and breathed heavily. He jumped a little as he felt the tip of the needle slowly seep into his arm.
Myotismon whispered in his ear, "Because I want her to love me, and only me. I want her to forget everyone else, and to lust and desire me so... Besides... I had told her I wouldn't harm you nor your friends, and I'm not; but I also reminded her that you were to serve me from now on..." Matt gave a slight groan before he went unconscious. Myotismon's expression was now stern as he turned on his heel and headed for the cell door. "When you awake, you will be just like your friends: a mindless figure that will serve my every command... and don't worry, there is an 'antidote' for my toxin, but why bother. I will enjoy this immensely..." The vampire left the room with the lifeless Gabumon trailing along with him. Myotismon closed the door hard behind him. As he walked through the dungeon corridors of his castle, he felt the strangest feeling go through him. Guilt? Why would he feel guilty for this? He tortured and punished servants and whatnot for so many years, why would he feel guilty now? "That's right..." he whispered, "I now have her to thank for that. I do not know if these feelings are right for me... all I know is that I love her dearly."
Around Seventeen Years Ago...
In those years... where he was trying to find out where his wife had gone in the real world, Myotismon had been making many spells and potions in his laboratory; anything that would help him get what he wants, but they all would fail. He wouldn't give up though. He would never give up power that would make all creatures cower before him.
He remembers when he had finally found that child as a baby. Holding her in his arms felt like a great victory -- a reward to him, but than that young Gennai came along and took the baby back from the vampire and to its Earth again. The young man banished the vampire from entering the human world for a long time... at least until Gennai's spell broke many years later.
Right now, the vampire was in his laboratory once again; trying to make some sort of spell that would bring him to the human realm once again, where he can claim the girl as his own.
Myotismon's laboratory was a large, dim-lit room with many and strange looking concoctions in it. It was odd for the vampire to work in such a dangerous area, and only have a few candles lit in the whole place. Perhaps he can see well enough in the dark to do his experiments, or that he just doesn't like bright lights. There were so many different colors of liquids, solids, and even things that no one has ever seen or heard of before! How Myotismon managed to get such matter is beyond me!
Myotismon was standing and leaning against a table as he flipped through pages of a very large, tattered book. there was also bubbling liquids of sorts in front of him. Probably reading instructions on how to concoct something horrible. The vampire jumped slightly when he heard light, and frantic knockings coming from the laboratory doors. "Come in," muttered Myotismon, as he never took his eyes off the book as one of his servants came into the room.
The vampire's loyal servant, Demidevimon, came fluttering into the room and landed by his leather boots. "Lord Myotismon, there is someone at the castle doors who wants to speak to ya." Piped up the little bat creature to his master.
Myotismon grunted angrily as he had to stop at he was doing. He rolled his eyes and looked down on Demidevimon agitated. "Just who is at my castle, Demidevimon? You know I hate to be disturbed when I'm researching..."
The little creature shook with some fear in him. "I -- it's Daemon, my Lord; and theirs somebody else with him too. Someone I never seen before..." Myotismon growled and swiftly headed for the doors with Demidevimon fluttering behind him to go else where.
So many twists and turns in the vampire's castle. His servants wonder why it is so big? Did he want it to be this large, so that he appeared to be all powerful and mighty? No one knows, but Myotismon appears to like it that way. The walls of the castle were a dark, gritty brick, with torches hanging and the light would flicker and bounce from side to side. Much to the servants dismay, many of the hallways look exactly the same as any other one, which could be confusing going to and from rooms in the castle. Myotismon had no problem with this, for he had the power to appear in one place and suddenly to the next; which is how he gets to rooms faster in his home.
This is how he got to the front entrance of his castle, as soon as he left his laboratory, he disappeared into the ground and emerged out from it to be in front of the castle doors. Myotismon opened the doors slowly to see Daemon standing patiently while accompanied by a mysterious figure the vampire had never seen before. Daemon, of course, was a cloaked digimon with sharp curved horns from the side of his head. His yellow eyes glowed brightly from under his hood. There were also very large, slightly torn, violet wings protruding from the creature's back.
The mysterious figure, which Myotismon kept starring at with astonishment in his eyes, was well-built silhouette and had an identical face to the vampire himself! Of course, this mysterious being didn't dress at all like our handsome blood-drinker, but had the same features on his face. We do not know the name of the figure, but his attire was strictly all leather: leather boots, tight leather pants, and a leather over coat that flowed just like a cape would. The skin on him was just pale, and not blue. His eyes were like ruby red orbs that looked as if they could burn someone's soul right out.
Daemon shifted his eyes to his companion and than back to the bewildered vampire. "I see that you take an interest in the monster next to me..." said the cloaked creature somewhat curiously. "This is someone I happened upon meeting from the Dark Ocean -- Lord Myotismon, this is Nightmare: the king of all... bad dreams..." The creature known as Nightmare just simply nodded his head as a gesture of 'hello.' Daemon blinked. "May we come inside? There is something we would like to discus with you, Lord Myotismon..." The vampire thought for a moment, but than moved aside a little for the two monsters to come in the castle.
"Let us go to my chambers where I do my reading. It is a better place to converse otherwise..." said Myotismon as he began to walk through the hallways of his castle. Daemon and Nightmare followed the vampire silently. Once again, the three monsters strolled through the winding and twisting hallways, up some large staircases, and than Myotismon stopped in front of fine-wood double doors. The vampire opened them and beckoned the other two monsters inside. "So what is it that you want to speak to me about, Daemon?..." Myotismon asked, with a hint of suspicion in his voice, as if he knew that those monsters would want a favor from the vampire.
Daemon and Nightmare looked around the chambers that Myotismon had spoke of. There were many bookshelves lined against the walls of this room, and had books that looked as if they had never been touched. The covers of these books were coated with a thin layer of dust. In the middle of the room was a large, dark-wooded desk with several large books on it. A single candle on the desk was lit.
The creature Nightmare finally started to speak for himself. His voice sounded a bit deeper than Myotismon's. "Lord Myotismon, I don't have allot of time to talk -- for you see, I am not real. I only exist in my dream world. If I stay in this realm for too long, I will dissolve back to my own." Daemon nodded slowly in agreement.
Myotismon casually walked over to his desk and leaned against it slightly. "Very well then, tell me what you want from me..."
Daemon stepped forward. "Lord Myotismon, we know that you search for the host that holds power beyond anyone's dreams. We also have heard that Gennai has banished any of us monsters from entering that mortal world for years to come..." Myotismon just eyed the horned creature a little suspiciously. "Nightmare here, can travel from any world he wants by peoples dreams. While roaming through these dreams, Nightmare happened to come across that human female you want..."
Myotismon staggered a bit from what he heard. His eyes grew wide with shock. "How is that possible? How can you find such a person by traveling in dreams?"
Nightmare chuckled softly and shook his head. "You underestimate my powers, Lord Myotismon. I cannot use them here, for this is not the dream world. I can get her for you..." his voice made it seemed that he wanted something in return, as with Daemon.
Myotismon furrowed his expression. "And I'm assuming you want something in return?" He asked the two monsters somewhat irritably. Nightmare formed a twisted smiled on his face. Daemon just merely blinked.
"I want souls, Lord Myotismon..." Nightmare said almost desperately. "I want to become living in these mortal realms. I do not wish to remain a 'dream' in my world. If I acquire human souls, I can become living, and my own reign of terror can begin..." Nightmare turned his head towards Daemon.
Daemon narrowed his eyes on Myotismon. "I merely ask for some of that power that hides within this host of yours, Lord Myotismon. That is all I ask for. It is not easy to find a creature such as Nightmare, nor is it easy for him to find the human that you desire..." Myotismon closed his eyes and turned his head away from them. They knew he was in deep thought to this.
"If you do not find that human female of yours... 'attractive' enough, I can give you a woman that is most beautiful than you had ever seen..." Nightmare stepped to the side, and out from behind the creature, appeared a very beautiful Arabian looking young woman with a most revealing body. Her dressing is of an Arabian dancer, that would twirl about for royal highnesses. This woman had long, radiant black hair, and hazel eyes that seemed to twinkle in men's. Her lips were veiled by a simple thin cloth, which made Myotismon curious as what that might look like underneath. The dancer swirled on over to the vampire and rested herself against his side. He looked down on her as she battered her eyes sweetly at him.
"So..." began Daemon, "Are you going to consider our offer? For bringing the human host to you, we require human souls and at least a quarter of that power -- and of course, this beautiful young woman you see before you can be yours..."
Myotismon looked back at the two monsters and than down on the sexy dancer. The vampire thought for a moment again, but than he suddenly shoved the girl away from him. The dancer's eyes were starting to well with tears as she quickly clung onto Nightmare's arm in support. "I do not consider the offer!" The vampire snapped at the monsters. "I will not even give a small dose of power to you, Daemon --" than he shifted his eyes over to Nightmare, "You, mysterious dream figure, I will not give you human souls and let you live among everyone! Do you think I want some other creature trying to rule worlds that I am conquering? -- No, I think not!"
Daemon and Nightmare looked at each other and than back at the vampire Lord. "You have made a grave mistake indeed, Lord Myotismon." Nightmare growled and pointed a shaky finger to the vampire. "We may not be powerful now, but just you wait -- just you wait, for one of these days, you will pay dearly for this. It may not be today, nor even tomorrow, but one day you will pay for not considering the offer."
Daemon nodded. "You've just made us enemies to you, Lord Myotismon."
"We shall take our leave now, for my power cannot last much longer in this realm. This won't be the last that you've seen of us, Lord Myotismon..." Nightmare hissed, and than he, Daemon, and the Arabian dancer disappeared into thin air. Now Myotismon was alone in his study, thinking if he had actually made the right choice as to not give them what they want.
"They cannot harm me, nor that dream-like figure..." the vampire mumbled to himself. "Nothing can touch me once I have the ultimate power..."
"I want souls, Daemon! You said that he would consider it!"
"Patience, Nightmare, you'll get those souls -- just remember what is to become of me in the future..."
"Yes I know, and just because your body has been killed, your soul is still living. You may come to my realm once those digidestined fouls have destroyed you."
"My thanks, and don't worry yourself, Nightmare. I know of someone that can get you your souls. Than we can both become real in the dream realm and in the mortal realm. We have to be patient though, for it will take time to find someone to steal souls from humans..."
Kyle groaned softly and eyes opened slowly as she had just woken up from a long rest. All she remembered was starting to rest her head down on the velvet seats of Myotismon's carriage, and nothing else. As her body continued to stretch out of its exhaustion, she suddenly felt very different. She sat up and looked at herself and gasped loudly in some fear. Her clothes had been changed, and now she was in a red-satin nightgown that revealed much of her skin. The girl gazed around as well and realized that she was no longer in a carriage, but in a very large, comfortable looking bedroom.
Kyle grabbed the velvet bed sheets she was sleeping on, and her hands began to shake. The bed was an extravagant four-posted object with a thin red curtain draped over it. Many paces in front of this bed, were two large open doors that led out onto the balcony. The only light in the bedroom was a few candles here and there around the room.
The girl slowly slid off the bed and made her way to the open balcony. As she stepped outside, her eyes became wide as she looked over the side of the thing. She saw that wherever she was, was floating in midair, above the whole city where she had came from. Kyle put a hand over her mouth and backed away in fear that she might fall over the balcony.
"It's alright... You have nothing to be afraid of..." whispered a sensuous voice. Kyle turned herself around to see Myotismon leaning against the wall and starring at her with a sly smile on his face. The girl couldn't help, but gaze at her husband dreamily, for his one-piece suit was now barely hanging onto his hips, revealing his well-toned chest and arms. The vampire sighed with pleasure at how his wife kept starring at him like that. Her eyes got a little wider as he slowly walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her back.
"Where?..." Kyle asked so softly as she starred into Myotismon's eyes.
Myotismon kissed her forehead gently and looked out onto the balcony. "Using those powers, I brought my castle here to your world. Isn't it a wonderful view of the earth from here, my love?..." he kissed her cheeks and brought her even closer to his body. Kyle sighed heavily as his mouth brushed onto hers, and than, he locked it in a passionate kiss.
Without warning, he picked up the girl in his arms and carried her on over to the bed. He rested her head on the pillows and sat on the edge while never taking his eyes off her. Kyle turned her head the other way and closed her eyes as she felt intimidated by his handsome figure. "You look so beautiful..." he purred as he leaned in towards her to run his hands over her body. The young girl continued to look the other way and cringed greatly to his touch.
His smile pleaded as he brought her body up to his. "I have wanted this for so long..." he groaned softly as he could feel the heat from her. Kyle breathed in and out heavily with mixed emotions going through her. Myotismon gently grabbed her hand and put it up to his face. "Take off my mask..." he whispered to her in pleasure. The girl swallowed in some fear as her shaky hands want to the motifs of the veil and removed it from his face. She set it gently on the floor and looked down on the bed sheets.
"Why do you wear a mask?" She asked quietly to him. Myotismon opened his mouth as if to answer her, but couldn't. He himself, didn't know why he always wore a mask. It had always been on his face for as long as he could remember. "You look... more beautiful without it..."
Myotismon kissed her softly and murmured, "I do not know why, my darling, but... it gives mystery to those who desire to see the rest of me, does it not?" He suddenly changed the subject, for he didn't wish to continue the one now. "So... my love, do you wish to know what kind of pleasures can be found in darkness?..." A twisted smile was forming on his mouth. Kyle was very taken aback by this question. Her throat suddenly felt dry and no words came out.
Instead of an answer, all that came out of her mouth was, "But... but... but you're a vampire -- a digimon vampire, and I'm a --" Myotismon silenced her calmly and laid her down on her back once more. He starred at her intensely and breathed heavily himself as he ran his hands over her body again.
"I do not care what type of creatures we are," he answered sternly to her. Kyle gasped as he got on top of her and leaned down to run his mouth along her neck and shoulders. She whimpered silently when she could feel his fangs scratch her skin lightly. "Do not be afraid of me, my love, I would never hurt you..." he whispered, and he kissed her lips again. "I love you Kyle... so much." The girl sighed deeply as Myotismon continued to kiss around her, and running his hands along her back; to feel the warmth from this human.
Kyle turned her head once more, but the vampire began to whisper into her ear things he was imagining about her. As these whispers went about into the night air, the young woman groaned when she felt her body become bare to him. The candles seem to grow dimmer, and now the room was almost in total darkness. She couldn't see that well in the dark, but somehow, she could feel and hear everything before it happened. Soon enough, the young girl felt Myotismon's bare weight go against hers. Kyle moaned to his enduring kisses and heavenly touch. All through the night, she can remember him whispering in her ear -- this constant reminder that she'll never forget. "I love you..."
"Myotismon..." she closed her eyes and whispered to him, "I love you too..." she sighed and rested her head against his chest as her body nuzzled closely with him. The two lovers were so dreary now that they could hardly stay awake much longer. It was now so late into the evening that neither one of them knew if it was morning or still night. "I feel so cold..." she said breathlessly before she fell asleep on him. Myotismon saw the open balcony doors in front of him, and with a whisk of his hand, he closed them shut. A small smile formed on his mouth as he wrapped an arm around Kyle's back to make her more comfortable against him. He thought everything was so perfect for him now; he felt whole again, and not that empty shell he was tired of feeling. He sighed happily and thought to himself of how he'll rule over everyone with a love by his side. At least... he thought this would be a happy ending for him... but it wouldn't be. Right before his mind went else where, he could of sworn he heard his love whisper oddly, "Souls... your soul is stronger than the rest..."