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Author: Higuchimon
Fandom: Digimon Adventure
Collection Title: Vampire Views||Story Title: Silent Night
Character: Vamdemon
Word Count: 500||collection: 500||Collection: 1/6
Genre: Supernatural||Rated: PG-13
Challenge: Diversity Writing, D5, drabble collection with drabbles 50-500 words; Include The Word Boot Camp, #37, pale
Challenge Location: All challenges may be found at the Digimon Challenge Forum on FFnet.
Notes: This is set pre-canon.
Summary: A set of small tales about Vamdemon, before the Chosen entered the Digital World.

Silence reigned around Vamdemon's castle, for the moment. No screams of prisoners or those being used as the vampire's meals. No cries of terror or shrieks of agony as he practiced his abilities, learning to use them in more and more ruthless ways.

Tonight only pale moonlight hung in the sky, bright enough to walk by if one so chose.

Vamdemon did not choose. He remained in his sitting room, soaking up the moonlight by his window, and enjoying the evening breeze that brushed in, making the edge of his cape flap and tugging faintly at his hair.

A cup of something that wasn't wine rested on the table beside him. He'd taken only a few sips, but the evening remained young. He liked to take his time, whether he took his meal from a living neck or from his stored refreshments.

I almost have it all done. He required only a little more time, mostly to grasp the fundamentals of how to open the gate, and to locate the cards that would necessary for the casting. Many of his servants scoured the Digital World in search of them now, though he suspected that in the end, he would have to find them himself.

With few exceptions, most of his servants could be counted on to do little more than walk in a straight line without harming themselves or someone else.

I should find someone new as the chief of my guards. Someone who is competent and not inclined toward idiocy.

In fair truth, he didn't actually need a guard at all, not to protect himself. Any being who could actually defeat him probably deserved to be able to do it, given that they would have to have achieved nothing less than Perfect level, and Ultimate would be far more likely.

For that matter, the only Ultimate he knew who could stand a chance was one who likely enough wouldn't do it at all. Piemon found him too useful – in many meanings of the word – to decide to slay him without warning.

Both of them had plans for the other should their own personal desires for domination come to fruition. Vamdemon knew that he would be Piemon's right hand should the clown Digimon succeed. On the other hand, should he achieve his own goals, Piemon would still be his liege lord.

At least until Vamdemon found a way to evolve to Ultimate himself. Then matters could be ever so slightly different.

His gaze traveled over to one book on his shelves. The tale it contained spoke of how he could bypass certain evolutionary rules, draining the power from untold numbers of Digimon, would be of use to him one day. But he wasn't going to try it just yet. He wanted to make certain that all of his other plans succeeded first.

Content that all moved according to his will, Vamdemon picked up his goblet and took a satisfying drink. The night was young. Perhaps he'd go hunting before dawn.

The End

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