Author's Note: Wow... it's been a long time since I updated this story. I'm sorry for those of you who like the story, but for that long time, I had a major writer's block, and had no inspiration to keep me going. I knew I had to finish this story, so that kind of got me to keep writing this chapter. I hope to now update this story on a regular basis than before. I hope none of you lost faith in me or this story, and hope that you all will continue to review since reviews mean a lot to me! Enjoy!

Chapter Thirteen:

The Vampire and I

I don't remember much, but... what I do remember is... is that there were children, all wearing the same mask. As if they were worshiping someone, or maybe something else. Those jugglers... those strange, monotone men... they seemed to be entertaining all those who were wearing that mask. They gave me one... as a commemoration to this day. Why would they give me a mask? What am I supposed to do with it? This is the dream world, after all. What would anyone want me to do with this mask -- put it on? I wouldn't do it... somehow... this mask feels very evil; a life of it's own. And... just who is Jacen?

"Do we have all of our objects in order?" Asked a thin, silhouette of a man, who appeared to look at other two men, who were about the same frame as himself.

One man gave (the one who spoke), a thumbs up, "Yes, we are ready to begin our performance. It is your call, Head Master."

The Head Master performer cracked a small smile on his face as he looked at the sharp, jagged daggers in his hands, but that smirk soon faded when he realized that a box was empty. What was in this box, we will soon find out in mere seconds. "Do we have any more masks?" The Head Master asked with curiosity, and he looked at his helpers for an answer.

The two performers peeked into the box and than starred at one another. "Um..." One answered, while scratching his head, "The ones in the box were the only masks left. That's all Jacen had given us."

The Head Master grunted in slight disappointment. "What if more people or dreamers happen to pass us by while we perform? Everyone that passes by needs Jacen's mask." He let out a small sigh as he rested his face in one of his hands.

One of the performers peeked around the curtains to the outside and bit his lip as he spoke softly, "Oh dear... it seems we have more passer-byers after all..."

"What?" The Head Master quickly strode over to the backstage curtains and pushed them aside. His eyes widened when he saw a small group of young adults, accompanied by older ones. He turned back to his assistants and replied somewhat worriedly, "Try to find more masks. We must have more around here somewhere. I will go and talk to them and see if they will watch our act..." The Head Master exited from backstage and gracefully strode over to the outlandish group.

"Oh, Myotismon..." Melissa clung onto the vampire's arm as a pale, strange man approached them, and the small group of the digidestined children. Myotismon narrowed his eyes in slight suspicion as the Head Master stopped and bowed politely to everyone.

"Good... day," replied the Head Master juggler to the group of children, adults, and digimon alike. His eyes shifted to every face that was in front of him, but a small, devilish smile came onto his face as he gazed at Myotismon. "Have you all come to see our show?..."

The children quickly shook their heads, and seeing the way the Head Master juggler was starring at them all, who wouldn't want to refuse an invitation? I most certainly would -- although I know his kind are not welcome in a dream world. Even though the digidestined children, and even their digimon did not want to watch the act, Myotismon said nothing or did not show any gestures that he didn't want to see him perform dangerous fleets.

"What kind of a show are you performing?" Myotismon asked curiously. He looked past the juggler and saw the many children sitting around the stage of the performers'. The vampire felt a slight shiver go down his spine as the strange, dream-like children slowly turned their heads to look at him. What was most puzzling, was that all these children wore the same mask; an odd looking creature -- man, or even monster, with a pale, white face, red hair that was almost in a dreadlock manner, and red piercing eyes. The face was in a triangular way, and had a wide, toothy grin that virtually looked evil.

The Head Master merely shrugged, "Why... just juggling acts, dear vampire... that is all. It amuses the children here so much..." he then gestured his hand to all the kids around the stage. "For everyone coming to see our performance, as a commemoration, we give out masks, but now we have no more. You all are welcome to come watch anyways..."

The children or their digimon did not know what Myotismon would say to that, but T.K. hesitated and didn't want any part of this creepy Head Master juggler. "Erm -- no thank-you, right now, we're looking for a digimon by the name of Daemon. Have you ever come across anyone by that name?"

The Head Master juggler thought for a moment, but than a wide smile came upon his face as he remembered something. "Ah yes... Lord Daemon, who is associated with Lord Nightmare; I have met that digimon before. Has come to our dream world illegally; kidnapped the dream queen, and so on and so forth..." He grinned and flashed his eyes at the vampire. He pointed and stated, "I know who you are looking for now... a girl had come by here a little while ago. A girl who wants out of this world. She cries and says she misses her mother, father, brothers, and her niece..." Myotismon's eyes widened. "This girl hopes that her savior will come to her rescue..."

Melissa frowned as she gazed at the master juggler, but he saw this and narrowed his eyes suspiciously at her. "Where do I find Daemon?" Myotismon demanded rather rudely to the master juggler, and he grunted when Melissa clutched his arm a little tighter.

The Head Master chuckled oddly before answering. "Dear vampire, this is the dream world... but... to find Lord Daemon or Lord Nightmare, you must -- or just, keep going until you find a grand, beautiful city. This used to be under the Queen's rule, but now Lord Nightmare occupies it. The dream world is a labyrinth: you must keep going through the twists and turns until you find this city..." He then grabbed a couple large daggers from his robe pockets and shrugged at them all. "I suppose you won't be staying and watching the show after all..." The Head Master juggler bowed and left the odd party, but not before saying, "To find who you're looking for, you must find the ones who are keeping her here... is that not obvious?"

When the master juggler was not in sight no more, Melissa growled lowly and spoke to Myotismon. "Those jugglers are horrible people..." The vampire looked down on her. "They are servants to Jacen: an odd, twisted clown creature who creates evil things in this dream world..." Melissa shrugged and let out a sigh. "But no one has seen him in years. I hear rumors that the creature is trapped in a mask of sorts, but not even the servants don't know where that is..."

Myotismon lightly pushed Melissa's arm away and walked a couple steps ahead of everyone. The digidestined children grunted and crossed their arms in frustration. "Do you know where Daemon is?" He asked Melissa impatiently.

Melissa cowered a little and fidgeted with her fingers. "Yes I do, but that juggler man is right: this dream world is a maze, and finding that city means we have to keep wondering around until we come across it. I know where Daemon or Nightmare will be in this city, but finding it is a task..." She walked on ahead and gestured to everyone to follow her. "Even in dream world time changes; it is going to be at a late hour soon, we should find an area we can rest for the night..." Melissa looked over her shoulder and smiled sweetly at Myotismon. Sure enough, the vampire smiled sensuously back. Melissa knew he was going to be hers soon enough...

"Where is Jacen's mask by the way? How come we have not come across any by now?"

"You would think so, since we pass out all these masks..."

"Were his deepest, faithful servants -- and yet, we do not know where the good have put it..."

"It has to turn up by now..."

"At least that's what our master's last words were... He picks a host most suitable for him to come back into the worlds..."

"Who do you think the host will be?"

"Someone strong... someone who would be willing... for dramatic changes..."

For about over an hour of walking, everyone had stumbled across a beautiful plain that almost seemed unreal -- than again, nothing in the dream world isn't considered... real. This plain of soft grass had a shallow, cleanliness lake that anyone could bathe in and never become dingy or dirty from it. When the skies were full of stars, and with the digidestined children and digimon sleeping a long ways from the vampire, Myotismon -- most oddly enough -- had undressed and came into that pure waters and he found it most relaxing and soothing than any baths he had ever taken. He moaned softly as his body took in the warmth of the water, but was suddenly interrupted when a young woman approached the shores. When Melissa saw Myotismon nearly bare from the waist up in the waters, she blushed badly and quickly turned away from him. Over and over in her mind, she couldn't get out at just how handsome the vampire's body looked to her.

"I am so sorry..." Melissa apologized softly to the vampire, and she sat on the grass while continuing to face the other way. "I was wondering as to where you had gone... and now I know..."

Myotismon let out a soft laughter and shook his head, but Melissa could not see that. "My dear, you do not need to apologize to me. I do not mind if you turn to gaze at me..." That sensuous smile returned to his lips when the young woman slowly turned her head towards him. She cringed and blushed with shyness.

Eventually, Melissa did turn her body towards him but still sat on the shore for she did not wish to go bare in the water with Myotismon. "Myotismon... can I ask you something... personal?" She bit her lip as she waited for him to answer her.

Myotismon thought on this but then nodded. "You may..."

"Do you really love this girl?" Myotismon raised an eyebrow to Melissa. "You are trying to find her because you love her, right? But... do you really love her? I am sorry if I offend you in any way Myotismon, but it just does not seem you really love her. I think... you are more for Lord Daemon and Lord Nightmare; after all, they are trying to get into the mortal realm..." Melissa slightly turned her head away from Myotismon, for the vampire himself looked somewhat shocked to hear this.

Did he really love Kyle? Now his head was racing with answers and thoughts to this. Sure, Kyle's soul is stuck and trapped in this dream world, but Daemon and Nightmare are the ones here collecting souls from the human world. If they had enough, those two evil-doers would be able to leave and live among the mortal world! Myotismon did not allow this at all since he wants the mortal world for himself, and not share it with anyone else. So maybe -- he thought, just maybe his goal was to get rid of Daemon and Nightmare than to save the young woman he presumed to love...

"Myotismon... are you alright?" Melissa sounded a bit concerned and approached the pure waters a little. "Your face has the expression as if you were... dazed..."

Myotismon shook his head, but then he slowly began to trudge out of the water, and Melissa quickly turned away once more for she was too shy to see a handsome vampire like him naked. Myotismon knew of this and hurriedly gathered his clothes and such and dressed himself so the beautiful woman would look at him once more. "You do not need to turn away from me..." Myotismon mumbled to Melissa. "I am not offended by your questions, nor would I be angry if you were to see me... undressed..."

Melissa turned back around and gestured her hands oddly. "It's just... I'm not used to seeing men naked like this -- I mean... I have seen men na -- I mean..." she blushed even harder when Myotismon chuckled to her, but than he approached her closely and softly brushed his hand against her cheek. Melissa tilted her head upwards to look into those icy, sapphire eyes of his.

Melissa breathed in and out heavily, and her eye lids were halfway closed when she whispered breathlessly, "Myotismon... will you kiss me? Please?..." Myotismon was a little taken aback by this, but did not move nor did he refuse the offer. "I... never been kissed before..."

Myotismon's lips curled into a smile as he leaned in towards the young woman. Melissa sighed deeply, closed her eyes and inched closer to the vampire as well. Just as their lips were barely touching, the pair suddenly heard unusual voices that whispered among to each other. The voices were approaching them slowly.

"I think there's a camp over there..." said one of the voices, but Myotismon could not tell who it was. He knew he heard this voice somewhere before... long ago...

"I don't think it would be wise to come any closer..." I stated, and need I say, I sound a bit more authoritative than my companion's. "Oh darn, I think those people have already seen us..."

"I hope they are not part of Daemon's army..."

"Or Nightmare's for that matter..."

Melissa backed away cautiously as Myotismon growled towards our direction. "Show yourself!" He hollered at us, and took a few steps ahead. "Or need I come over there and teach you a lesson on spying on me!"

"We were not spying on you, Myotismon..." I calmly stated defensively, and slowly approached them even closer, although, the vampire could still not see me from the darkness of the sky. "We were just making sure you were not with Daemon or Nightmare..."

Myotismon stared suspiciously at the two outline figures of us; I am still surprised he could not see who it was! After all... he is a vampire of darkness, is he not? "How are you familiar with me?" He asked very suspiciously, and then he roared, "Show yourself now! Tell me who you are!"

I wanted to giggle when I suddenly stood in front of the vampire lord, for he shook badly as to who he saw before him: me, a little blue digimon with golden bracelets on my wrists. Years ago, I have killed myself to not let Myotismon have my power; I still have the scare on my chest from whence I drew my dagger into the heart. Of course, the vampire was also shaken to see a digimon he is apparently familiar with as well...

"Myotismon... do you not recognize me?" I asked him. The vampire merely blinked to this. I gestured my hands to myself... "I used to be the digimon leader of the Digital World: I'm V the Veemon, and Myotismon... you must also remember..." I then gestured a hand to my companion. My friend: "And Wizardmon..." Myotismon gasped lightly as I and Wizardmon continued to stare up at him with blank expressions on our faces. No words were needed to be spoken at this moment.

"You are dead... how can you possibly live?" Myotismon whispered rashly in his mind.