Part II- The Posession

Naturally, the police became involved. They wanted to pin the arson on Andrei, yet there was nothing left. Without any circumstantial evidence, it was decided that he should stay with friends or close relatives. He chose Davis's family, who were happy to take him in. He shared a bedroom with Davis, and became good friends with DemiVeemon over the next few days. In fact, Davis kept begging his parents to adopt Andrei as their own son. It seemed that Andrei's dream of a nice home and family had come true. That night, Andrei dreamt, and Myotismon was there after a brief absence of four nights.

Andrei exclaimed, "Thank you! My dream came true, and it's all thanks to you!"

"It was nothing," Myotismon replied nonchalantly.

Andrei shrugged it off. "Sure, nothing. Well, see ya!" He smiled at Myotismon as he started to walk away.

Myotismon cleared his throat, making Andrei stop in his tracks. "Did you forget about our deal already?"

Andrei turned and rubbed the back of his head. "No, but we're even though." Myotismon raised an eyebrow, so Andrei explained, "Well, you got to have your fun and kill my mom, and I got my family."

Myotismon laughed sadistically and stated, "That's not very fair, now is it? In fact, I should be entitled to continue killing."

"Wh...what?" Andrei asked, confused. "That's not fair!"

"Oh, I believe it is," Myotismon retorted. "Do you know why when you woke up, there was a cut on your hand?" Andrei shook his head no. "It's called a blood contract. You promised that I could have control of you if you kept your guard down. That contract stays in effect as long as you have blood flowing through your veins."

"Wait, so if I die, then you leave?" Andrei exclaimed. Myotismon nodded, and Andrei's eyes went wide. He started to freak out, screaming obscenities and clutching his head.

Myotismon, who was slowly becoming bored with this act, snapped his fingers, which knocked Andrei out. He looked over Andrei and waited for him to wake up.

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Andrei bolted up and started breathing heavily. He gazed around the room, and was relieved to find that he was in Davis's room. He held his head in his hands and he exhaled slowly. He didn't notice the pair of eyes staring at him from the other side of the room, and when he turned, he jumped.

"Davis, I didn't even see you there."

"Hey, dude? Are you okay?" Davis inquired.

Andrei nodded. "Yeah, I'll be fine. I just had a bad dream."

"About the fire?"

Andrei nodded again. He had to at least act like he was traumatized about the fire and the disappearance of his mother. "I'll be back Davis. I just need to get a drink."

"Okay." Davis buried himself and the snoring DemiVeemon under the covers again. Andrei got up and went to the bathroom.

He turned on the light, which was dim enough for his eyes to handle. He turned on the water and cupped his hands together, taking a drink. As the water kept running, he cupped his hands again and splashed his face with it. He repeated this a few more times, and then turned the water off. He rested his hands on the edges of the sink and whispered, "Myotismon is not going to kill me. I'll be fine... yeah, fine." He glared defiantly into the mirror and hissed, "I'm not afraid of you!" He spoke with diction, his words intense, "You hear me, Myotismon? I'm not afraid!"

Even in the faint light, he could see his eyes flash from their natural hazel to a cool blue. All that echoed in his mind was laughter. Evil laughter.

Andrei's face was no longer solemn, but bewildered. He clutched his head in fright. "No. You're not real. You're not real!"

His eyes, which had turned back to hazel, changed back to blue, but more violently than before. His arms spasmodically twitched as he clasped the side of the sink. His pupils contracted, and his skin slowly resembled an alabaster white. A familiar voice echoed off of the bathroom walls, "Well, then I guess I will have to prove to you that I am."

Andrei's conscience cowered as Myotismon took over his mind. This time, he did not consent, and tried to fight back. It was a futile effort; the possession was complete.