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Chapter Fourteen:

Deadly Desires

A Veemon is just like every other digimon: destined to have a partner, if it be a male or female, a digimon is to build a friendship and protect whomever they were destined to be with. Such was a case for one particular Veemon, who had a very kind and lovely partner. Although, his partner was not like any other female, for -- long ago, before this Veemon had ever met his friend, this young girl was a genie in the old days. This genie had dubbed her Veemon a new name: V. It was not an extraordinary name, but it was a name, and this Veemon was honored to have it.

As some years went by, even though ageless to the eyes, V's partner had grown old in her heart. Before she had passed away, she declared and made promises in the wind that her digimon was to claim her powers, for she did not trust anyone else to carry them. V was hesitant for many years with these new powers, for he did not know what to do with them. Over time, he helped other digimon prevail many evils in the Digital World, and these monsters were in such awe with V's power. From the highest order of the Digital World, many good digimon of great power had come together to grant V a marvelous, but most difficult title to accomplish: Digital World Leader; someone who would watch over and rule over their world with great care.

Over the years, many digimon had forgotten about the Digital World leader. Digimon could live for so many years, but because V had extraordinary powers, he could be living for so much longer. All the digimon knew there was a ruler somewhere in the Digital World, but because V looked exactly like any other digimon, the rest... just lost sight on what he resembled to be as. V thought it was for the best that the digimon did not know he was their leader, for there were still bad digimon out there who wanted V's power. V knew many of these evil ones did want to go against him, for he was too powerful than a normal digimon.

Everything seemed all right for those years; V carried on his life as a normal digimon, but helped secretly to get rid of some evil. He thought... no evil would want to go after him -- after all, most or mainly every digimon thought their ruler was dead.

That is... there was one who digimon that wanted more then he already had.

Myotismon was young when he furthered his rumors and findings that there was a Digital ruler running around. The vampire did not know 'who' or 'what' this digimon was, but he did not give up; he wanted to be the Digital leader. He wanted to have powers greater then any person could dream about. Eventually, V was discovered by him; and unfortunately for the little digimon, Myotismon had a grand army to back him up all the way.

V assembled any willing digimon that wanted to keep the rightful ruler, but -- in his heart, V could sense that his life was coming to an end; it didn't stop him though. A great war between good and bad digimon had waged, but no matter how long, how big, and how forceful this all was... V lost in the end. His old heart was failing him. His body had taken a great beating from the young vampire. The Digital leader knew, that if Myotismon kills V himself, then the powers would pass onto the vampire; giving Myotismon the right to become the new leader.

In an act of desperation, V had killed himself instead. He did not want to do something so morbid, but... he had no choice. He did not want the Digital World to be left in the hands of a cruel vampire. V did not where his powers would end up, but he thought that any place was better then Myotismon.

Now V wishes... he could of turned back time, because there was a successor to V's powers -- it's just that... he forgot about this certain digimon...

Myotismon was still -- what people called 'shell-shocked' from my sudden appearance to him. I am not surprised, he thought I was dead. In a way I still am, but the great Queen of the dream world grant me, and also my dear friend Wizardmon, permission to stay in such a wonderful place. It was... what digimon would call a 'digi-heaven.' Now though... it was far from being a place of paradise. Ever since King Nightmare had kidnapped the Queen, all hell had broken loose in this world. Although, Myotismon or the digidestineds arrival hardly helped. It just made matters worse here, since Nightmare had found out then and there that I and Wizardmon were secretly going after the Queen. Now that plan has gone awry.

Oh now... back to the main subject: Myotismon... just stood there and had a completely shocked expression on his flawless face. He pointed a finger at me, and his fingers were not shaking one bit; no matter how shocked he appeared to look, "You... you are dead," he spat out softly. Melissa just had a puzzling look to her as she slowly skidded behind the vampire for support from I and Wizardmon. "I saw you die..." then he pointed to Wizardmon, "And you... I had killed you before..."

I shrugged, "Technically, we are dead, but given a new life here -- why, if any of us tried to go back out into the real world, in time we would slowly deteriorate back into this one. Souls cannot last long in a physical world." I eyed Myotismon a little suspiciously , "And... you, are you dead?"

Myotismon scoffed to that, "It seems that most of you want me dead, but so unfortunate for you all... I'm not." He looked down on me in triumph, "I have that power now, you little Veemon. Did you really think you could keep them away from me? It was only a matter of time..."

I sighed and gazed up to the vampire, "You have no power here, Myotismon. King Nightmare has taken that right away from people. If we did have the power, we could of saved the Queen and everything would of been fine."

"Myotismon..." Melissa cautiously emerged from behind the silhouette. I narrowed my eyes at her angrily, for I know what she really wanted out of all this. "We should just leave them now. I don't trust them..."

I and Wizardmon looked at one another and then back up at the two adults. "I hope you know who you're dealing with," I replied irritably at the vampire. "With that woman there." As I said that, Melissa feigning gasped and wrapped her arms around Myotismon's.

Myotismon merely grunted, "You should worry about yourselves here -- not me, and not even this young woman." Melissa flashed a menacing smile at me.

"So be it..." I growled lowly.

"What's going on over there? We're trying to get some sleep here!" I and Wizardmon did not look to far in the distance, whereas, Myotismon and Melissa glanced over their shoulders to see a tired and groggy T.K. slowly trudging his way towards us. Kari and Joe, along with the rest of their digimon, trailed behind tiredly as well. T.K.'s eyes wandered from the two young, beautiful adults, to I and Wizardmon. T.K. blinked for he thought he was still sleeping. "Uh... Veemon...?" He kneeled down a bit and eyed me most curiously.

I chuckled softly and shook my head, "No... not the Veemon of Davis, but just me --"

"V..." I looked over to Gomamon who's eyes were sparkling in awe.

"You know him?" Joe asked somewhat surprised.

Gomamon nodded excitedly, "Every digimon in the Digital World knows who V is! He was once the great Digital World leader -- that is, until Myotismon came along..." Gomamon and Patamon growled up at the vampire, but all Myotismon did was cross his arms and turn his head away from them. Gatomon's attention turned elsewhere though...

"Wizardmon..." Gatomon gasped as she wrapped her small arms tightly around her wizard friend. Wizardmon returned this by closing his eyes and hugging her back. A single tear ran down his cloaked face. "I... I can't believe you're here. I can't believe this..."

"I know it's hard to believe, Gatomon. I'm always here." Wizardmon gently broke their long-waited bonding to get her attention better. "Those years... all those dreams you had of me... I'm there. I never left you Gatomon, and I don't ever plan to..." He hugged her strongly once more when the cat creature began to cry into him. Kari had knelt down to try and comfort her.

"So... you were a leader of the Digital World?" T.K. asked me.

I nodded, "Yes... for many years, but I was not truly recognized... until I had deceased unfortunately -- but right now, we should not discuss me or what happened in the past when there are more urgent matters to be dealing with now." I neatly folded my hands behind my back and cleared my throat to get everyone's eyes focused on me. "As some of you... or perhaps no one, might be aware of that the queen of this world is being held against her will by King Nightmare of the Nightmare Realm. In order for things to get better in your worlds, we need to free the queen so she can get everything back to the way it was." Everyone cocked their heads and some of their eyes were ready to shut close and sleep, but I still continued to speak. "I think soon... we should head for the Queen's palace, for that is where Nightmare is currently at."

"Am I guessing that you are going to lead the way?" Myotismon asked bitterly.

I nodded, "Yes... I know the way. I live here after all, and I want to live the rest of my life in peace. I won't let Nightmare take that away from us!"

The city that the Queen resided in was quite grand and just so breathtaking! Tall, tall buildings from as far as the eyes can see, and it was so brightly lit; almost white! The buildings seemed to be made of all glass, perhaps a few were not made of this material, but yes... this place was just 'glassy.' Unfortunately though, the skies here were always beautiful and blue, but now that Nightmare has taken control, the skies are dark with a hint of red to them. Obviously, the Lord of Nightmares did not like the bright skies and decided to add his own touch to them. By the look on Myotismon's face, it seemed like he wished he could rule a place like this.

Kari's face lit up, and she clasped her hands together as she said, "Oh... how beautiful this city is!"

I shrugged my shoulders, "Hardly. It was once very beautiful before King Nightmare had taken it for himself."

T.K. grunted and crossed his arms, "I just want to get rid of this problem -- all of these problems that we're having and go home! I can do with a hot shower and my own bed right now." He looked down on me and asked an in impatient tone, "Are you sure you know where you're going? This city is... big."

I nodded, "Of course I know where I'm going. I have been to this city many times before!"

Joe was shaking slightly as he pointed to one of the tallest buildings in the city. "Beautiful, huh? Then what do you call that? I don't know what that is, but it isn't beautiful at all... it's frightening!" Even I was bewildered when the young man had said this, but I knew exactly what he meant by his words when my eyes caught sight of one of the buildings. The side of this glass buildings seemed to have -- instead of a glass siding wall, it had a transparent world on the other side; one that looked to have dark, dingy, and bloody surroundings in it. I couldn't quite make out where this place was, but I'm sure it resembled an underground subway station of sorts. To everyone's horror though, this dark place had floating, dead ghouls with their heads bowed in a most uncomfortable manner.

"What are they?" Kari asked frighteningly, referring to the dead on the other side.

I sighed and explained calmly and slowly as possible, "Do not be afraid, for these dead souls cannot come forth here. This image appears every now and then in the city, for it is a reminder of what happens to people's souls when they fall into King Nightmare's hands."

"This is what an evil person does to them?" Gatomon asked while holding onto Wizardmon's arm in support. "But how?"

"Long ago, King Nightmare had been stealing souls before, but that was when his powers were at it's peak. Our Queen -- or rather her real name, Queen Dreamah, has put most of the souls back into their rightful bodies. Unfortunately, King Nightmare still kept some souls secretly for himself, and as a punishment for the Queen ruining his plans on making souls into his own power, he placed them somewhere where no one can save them. Over time, with King Nightmare's dark influence, these souls have turned into floating, dead zombies of sorts that flutter about to find a way out. Sadly for them, there is no escape from that place; instead, they just feed on fresh souls of others that King Nightmare just happens to toss in. Now though, the evil creature wants all those souls for himself." I scratched my head and gazed into everyone's shocked expressions. "It is also bad when a soul strays here in the dream world far too long. If that happens, they are most likely going to lose their memory of many things in life. Which happens in states of comas and of similar situations."

"How horrible!" Gasped Kari. "To think someone that evil could do such things!"

"Wait a minute..." T.K. sounded a bit confused. "Since we're here and all, and we've been here for a while, so is that gonna mean we're going to lose our memory?..."

I quickly shook my head, "Of course not, you are not souls that happened to wander in here -- no. Only the souls that King Nightmare has stolen are likely to lose their memory." I caught sight of that Melissa smiling evilly to this.

"How do we know you're not working for Daemon?" Joe asked me a bit unnerved.

Gomamon rolled his eyes and skidded closer to this partner, "How can you say that Joe? This is V, who just happened to be a great Digital World ruler then --!"

Gatomon hugged Wizardmon's arm and added, "And if Wizardmon is with this Veemon, then he has to be good."

Myotismon eyed me oddly, "If we rescue this Queen of yours, does that mean everything will go back to the way it is?"

"I hope so," I replied, trying to sound hopeful.

Everyone had forgotten how long it's been before we all finally reached the Queen's palace. Even I forgot how long we all walked here. It would be better if we had some sort of transportation, but especially these times, King Nightmare prohibited any such things from happening. The Queen's palace reminded me of when my partner visited one in those Arabian times. The royal ones -- those Sultans of Arabian times, had such grand palaces of marble and fine jewels. Our Queen has a similar palace, but mainly made of glass and white marble. She feels that the white represents all the good dreams people have, and wants little of dark colors in her home. The first chamber people enter when they wish an audience is -- of course to most of us, the Audience Chamber room. The room was mainly bare all with the exception that there was a large, white thrown at the end. To the sides were immense columns of white marble, but those weren't for just decoration; it was to hold up the rooms above and such.

"What's this room?" T.K. asked me while his eyes wandered left to right of the room.

I gestured to the whole room and replied, "This is the Audience Chamber, where people who wish to speak with the Queen go here. What Lord Nightmare might of used this room for now, I do not know."

"I would guess for such an evil man, he would have more darkness to it," Melissa wondered out loud.

I shrugged, "Perhaps he will when he has total control of the place -- and it's something you want, isn't it young lady?..." That young woman shot me a most disturbing look, while I did the same.

"Sssh!" Myotismon hissed at us all, and he waved his hand for everyone to be silent. "There is someone in this room..." Everyone was silent, trying to hear anything out of the ordinary. We all waited for a few moments, but no other sound was made, other then the rhythmic breathing of our own.

T.K. crossed his arms and gazed up at Myotismon irritably. "I don't hear anything..." he mumbled.

Myotismon silenced the boy, "Shut-up!" He hollered at T.K., and then he took a few more steps into the Audience Chamber. He scanned all the surroundings, growled, and shouted to the room, "I know you're here! Come out now, before I find you myself!" I saw the children jump with fright when hearing the vampire's angry tone.

We all waited for something to happen, and it did; everyone's attention turned to the marble columns, and out from behind one of them came a tan-skinned woman garbed in Arabian assortments. The boys, T.K. and Joe, were in complete awe at the beautiful figure in the room, with this woman's hair up in what appeared to be some sort of gold clip. No one didn't know what to make of this odd situation, but the young boys became even more infatuated with this strange figure when the revealing Arabian girl started to dance and move her hips in a hypnotic way.

"Whoa..." breathed T.K., "She's hot!" Kari looked over to her close friend, not knowing if she should be terribly angry with him, or worried for this odd behavior. "I've never seen a girl so sexy looking!"

Joe nodded in agreement, never taking his eyes of the mysterious dancer. Myotismon narrowed his eyes in suspicion, for this Arabian woman seemed very familiar to him. "She is beautiful..." Joe mumbled. Kari's eyes darted to both of the boys, becoming more worried for their sake.

The Arabian dancer suddenly stopped her movements, and gestured for the young boys to come to her. I and the rest of the digimon were shocked to see them obeying her commands. Myotismon nor that Melissa cared, but Kari did very much. She tried to grab at T.K.'s arm, but the young man merely pushed her aside lightly.

"T.K.!" Kari cried. "What's the matter with you? What's happening?" She watched helplessly as the boys walked over to this Arabian dancer. Once T.K. had stood in front of her, the dancer circled the boys; observing them carefully for some reason, but then she stood in front of T.K. and put a finger to his lips. She didn't speak to him, but when all of us saw the woman slowly withdrawing two tulwar swords from behind her back, Kari gasped and rushed over to her friends to stop this woman.

Just as the Arabian dancer was raising her swords to strike at T.K., Kari got in between them and snatched the Arabian woman's wrist. The Arabian woman glared down on Kari, and with one swift motion, she kicked the young girl hard to the ground. "T.K.! Joe! Wake up before she tries to kill you!" Kari screamed as she watched the Arabian woman raising her tulwar swords in the air once more. I growled, and now I was the one to intervene this by running forward and knocking the two boys down to the ground; making the Arabian woman's attack miss their heads! I looked relieved to see that the boys seemed to have come to their senses now.

T.K. looked around himself and then at the terrified Kari. "What... just happened?" He asked her dumbly, and then he tilted his head up to see the angered Arabian woman gazing down on all of us.

I got up and pushed this Arabian woman away, and said lowly, "There's more of them. These are loyal servants and high-class guards to King Nightmare!"

More footsteps were heard after I had stated that, and a couple of the children gasped when they saw more Arabian women move out from behind the white marble columns; three more identical women to be exact, all the exception is that their hairstyles are different from the rest. One had shoulder-length hair that appeared to be wavy, another had her hair up in a bun with a few roses, and the last one just had long radiant hair and her eyes were much more lovely than the rest of the women. Myotismon's eyes grew wide as he recognized this particular woman. The Arabian dancer with the radiant hair squinted her eyes as she started to familiarize herself with the vampire. She seemed to remember him as well.

"Uh oh..." Squeaked Patamon as he saw the other three dancers take out their own tulwar swords.

Myotismon growled, and he held out his cape as he called out, "GRISLY WING!" Everyone suddenly stopped their actions, even the Arabian dancers did as well to see what was going to happen -- nothing. Nothing happened at all. This came as a shock to Myotismon, but not to Wizardmon and I. As the vampire looked all around himself to see where his 'attack bats' had gone, the four dancers put their hands to their mouths, as if to make a laughing gesture of sorts. The mouths were veiled by a silk cloth, which hidden their lips and partially their noses.

"What's going on?" Bellowed Myotismon as he looked at everyone for an answer. He growled even louder when he saw the dancers make laughing notions to him.

I sighed and approached the vampire casually. "Haven't I said this before: you have no power here, Lord Myotismon, and neither do the rest of the digimon..."

T.K. and Joe got up from the ground with the help of Kari, and both boys wide-eyed me. "You mean... our digimon can't digivolve... or even attack?" Joe asked worriedly. I nodded. Joe fixed his glasses back on his face as he saw one of the dancers slowly coming towards them; shaking her hips at each step she took.

T.K. had a determined look to him as he locked eyes with the dancer that was approaching them. "That doesn't mean we can't do anything about this!" He said proudly, and then he charged forward and attempted to take one, or even both tulwar swords out of the dancer who had the shoulder length hair. The Arabian woman looked shocked, but then she tried to push and even kick the boy away, but it didn't seem to be working. Just as T.K. managed to grab one of the swords, the dancer had already lashed out at him; leaving a small gash in his arm. She looked pleased to see that T.K. was bleeding slightly.

"Ah! Here comes another one!" Joe pointed out that the dancer with the bun and roses in her hair was coming towards to aid her 'one sword-less' dancer companion. While the three children were dealing with the two dancers, the other Arabian girls, one with the golden clip in her hair and the one with the long radiant hair, were going towards Myotismon, Melissa and Wizardmon. I was still helping the children with the other two dancers. The other digimon tried to help by biting and hitting the attackers, but the dancers were strong enough to kick these small digimon out of the way. With no powers to use, the digidestineds digimon were helpless!

Myotismon took a back-step when one of the two dancers swung their tulwar swords at him. "I may have no power here, but that does not mean I'm helpless!" The vampire stated boldly, and now he tried to take the swords out of their hands. Unfortunately, he wasn't quick enough for the Arabian women who took back-steps themselves, and at that moment, they took a couple more swings at the vampire, and this time, he got cut in the arms as well. Myotismon gasped softly when he actually saw a bit of blood bleeding through his clothing. Once again, the two dancers made gestures of cruel laughter, but no sound had come from their mouths. The vampire roared as he snatched one of the girls by their throats and held her up in the air. When the other dancer was about to help her friend out, Myotismon hurriedly kicked that one out of the way.

"Why do you not speak?" Myotismon wondered out loud to the woman he was holding. Still, there was no answer from her, and the woman -- the one with the black radiant hair, looked pretty terrified at the moment. The vampire's eyes fell upon the thin cloth on her mouth, and when he used his other hand to rip it off, his eyes grew wide with complete shock. Instead of a mouth where it should be, there was a curved scar in that area with nasty stitching, as if the mouth had been surgically removed! Myotismon dropped the Arabian woman, repulsed by her deformed mouth.

The radiant haired woman slowly grabbed the silk cloth that was once on her mouth, and when she gave it a good looking over, she covered her eyes and made gestures like she was crying.

"That's enough!" Bellowed a voice from across the chamber. Everyone halted what they were doing and looked towards the end of the room to see King Nightmare sitting in -- what used to be, our Queen's thrown. The children were more shocked to see this evil monster, for his face appeared to be very identical to Myotismon's! Myotismon himself gave a disgusted and a most displeasing look to the King, as he saw that Daemon was standing right beside him.

Daemon, who was standing next to Nightmare, scoffed and clapped his hands, as if applauding for how everyone was handling the women. "My, my... if it isn't the digidestined children... My, it's been a long time..." he said coolly.

"So Daemon is really here!" T.K. didn't believe it at first, but now he does, and then his attention turned to Nightmare. "And, this must be?..." The boy had forgotten who was sitting at the thrown.

Wizardmon stepped forward, "This is King Nightmare: the creator of your nightmares." King Nightmare leaned back in the thrown more as his eyes looked over everyone in the room.

Kari was a bit confused. "Why does... his face look like Myotismon's?"

Nightmare chuckled nastily, "I have my reasons, dear girl, but I do not feel like discussing them with you..." The four Arabian dancers ran up to their King and bowed to him. The radiant haired one stepped forward and clasped herself around Nightmare's arm. Nightmare looked her over and titled her chin up a bit. "Oh dear... it seems you have upset my beautiful guard..." he murmured, and with a snap of his fingers, that thin silk cloth appeared over her mouth again.

"I've come here for Kyle..." Myotismon declared to Daemon and Nightmare. The King merely just raised an eyebrow for he seemed a bit surprised by this. "Where is she?"

Nightmare shrugged his shoulders slightly, "She has escaped from me, but a little while back, I found her straying near some circus freaks..." Once again he snapped his fingers, but this time, a girl appeared next to his feet; all wrapped in chains from head to toe. Even her mouth was gagged with chains. Kyle looked very terrified on what's going to happen to her.

Melissa looked at Nightmare worriedly and bit her lip as Myotismon shouted, "Give her back to me!" As soon as the vampire started to come forward, the Arabian guards got back on their feet and quickly side-stepped in front of their ruler and his captive.

Daemon chuckled evilly, "Now Myotismon, don't you remember our deal years ago..." Myotismon didn't seem to remember, which made Nightmare smile menacingly. "If we found the girl for you, you give up those powers that once belonged to the Digital World ruler: V." Myotismon's eyes grew wide; he remembered now. "We already have souls, so just give us the power and we'll give you the girl... deal?..."

I pointed at Daemon with a threatening finger, "You didn't find her, you kidnapped her!"

Nightmare waved a finger at me, "Now, now, V. Let's not point fingers. Either way, we aren't giving this girl up that easily..."

Kyle just starred to the ground, for she was afraid to look at either Myotismon or Nightmare. Even I was curious as to what Myotismon might do. Will he really give up that power to save her? Myotismon thought long and hard on this, and as the more time he pondered on it, the more the answer came clear to him: he did not want to lose the powers he endured years to get -- no. He did not want to give that up for just some girl who's not really considered a significance to him at all.

Myotismon slowly glared back at Nightmare, who the King waited patiently for an answer. "Keep her..." he mumbled to Nightmare. Kyle's eyes widened and welled with tears quickly when she heard this. "Keep her, just leave me alone and my powers..."

Nightmare smiled wickedly down on Kyle, but then he turned back to Myotismon and gestured lightly to Melissa. "Then, might I suggest you take this young woman next to you? After all, it looks like she if very fond of you..." Melissa smiled happily as she clutched the vampire's arm. "In order for a dream to be real..." It seems that every time the King snapped his fingers, something odd would happen, and it did; a small vial of jade green appeared in Myotismon's hands. "You need souls to make a dream real. This should be enough to make that woman real to you... all she needs to do is drink it..."

Melissa was about to take this little bottle out of Myotismon's hands, but the vampire already put it in his suit pocket. He eyed her oddly and said, "I'll let you have this once we get back to the castle..." His lips curled in a sensuous smile as he realizes he's taking home a beautiful woman.

T.K. rolled his eyes and threw his arms in the air in exaggeration. "So we came here for nothing?" He hollered at Myotismon. "What about the girl you said you loved? What about the Queen that's a friend to V and Wizardmon? We can't leave everything like this!"

"Yes we will!" Myotismon shot back at the boy, and he flashed his cruel eyes at him. "You will come back with me, or else I guarantee that this Nightmare will do something more crueler than I..." T.K. looked back at the grinning King and knew he had no choice; no where to run to, since either villain would catch the innocent children.

I sighed and shook my head. "I knew you could never change..." I muttered. Myotismon looked down on me dully. "I thought you did... I really did..."

As Nightmare watched Myotismon and the children being escorted out by the Arabian guards, the King laughed in triumph as he yanked on Kyle's chains to bring her up to his body. She groaned in revulsion when he stared at her with a hungered look to his eyes. "Did you hear? Myotismon does not care for you anymore..." Nightmare kissed her cheek gently and purred, "Just what should I do with someone like you?" Kyle could only imagine what a sadistic monster like the King would do with her.

"You hurt me... you hurt me, Myotismon! " Kyle cried inside her mind, a few tears fell down on her cheeks. "Why did you do it?..."