Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon.

Summery: AU, very AU and dark, with mentioning of torture, violence and blood drinking.

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Spawn of the Vampire

Part I

Art of Turning

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The fire roared lively in the fireplace before him, the bright flames casting shadows on all the walls and filling his body with the peace he had been wishing for all day long, ever since the last battle with those stupid Digi Destined he had met just a week ago. Still, if everything went the way he hoped it would. That would soon be a thing of the past.

The soft purring drew his eyes down to stare at his newly appointed right hand servant, her black fur glints in the light, and her mouth and nose moved every time she took a deep breath. Yes, she was the perfect digimon partner for a master of the night. Even her name told him that she knew about darkness, and how much she welcomed it in. "Blackgatomon." Yes, she was most helpful, and she was his partner, she had most helpful in the capture of his current dinner quest, even if all she did was whimper and cry.

But he didn't mind, the whimpering made him smiled even more when he heard it, and it looked like his unwilling houseguest was beginning to wake up again, it had been too good to find this rare beauty running lose in the digital world, and one who was so weak to boot as well. Turning to stare at the pain filled brown eyes, a grin split his face when he saw the whimpering motions of her mouth. "Ah, you're awake my dear."

The face still bore traces of the week long stay in his dungeon, a week without sunlight, barely any food, and no baths would help a great deal to break the physical powers of anyone. And tonight fun had broken her mentally, nothing like that, he wanted her to give herself too him willingly, but it didn't stop him from having other types of fun with her. "Michael, where's he." The voice was a whisper. 

Pressing his fingers against the other, he leaned back in the chair and looked up at the dark ceiling, his thoughts drifting to fighting strength and willpower of the blond haired American boy. "He was, most tasteful, I should thank you for bringing me such a meal." A low chuckled escaped at the last words, and sent a shiver down the girl's spine.

The girl's eyes sunk down to stare at the floor, those lovely brown orbs close to losing the last scrap of fighting spirit. Yes, she would bend to my will as well, just as my first victim had, she had had a spirit as pure as hers, and it had taken a long time to break, but that was understandable, I was still just a fledgling at the time, now, months, if not years had passed, and everything had become so much more delightful. "The others are still fighting that child, he amuses me, thinking that he can win with such simple tricks." Lifting up my hand, I pull on the small chain attached to her collar and her body moves a bit closer to me. "Come, watch with me as he fails again." a screen flashing into view as I speak, showing me the other brats running around in this world.

Her eyes flashed with anger as I treat her as a pet, and why shouldn't I, she is a pet, a lesser being, she is weak and timid, doomed to one day fade away with the rest of trash littering the real world. But weakness can become strength, she is strong and healthy, her mind and spirit just needs to be broken, then I can rebuild it into something I can use. "Such eyes, don't forget who holds the chain, and your life around here or do you want to play pin the needles in the nerves again?"

Her eyes loses their spirit at the memory f the fun time I had just a few hours ago, it really was a shame she passed out before the show really started, but another show is starting on the screen, this child who dared to claim rule over this world, is busy trying to fight off a group of kids his own age. "For someone who claims to be so smart, he makes a lot of mistakes." My eyes moved away from the fight and settled on the young girl with the light brown hair, her spirit is so strong, and she represents everything my master hates about this world. Her name is know to me, just as I know her well, she is the one with the light, the shine that would never die, but it can be corrupted. "But I won't waste my time doing that, she is not useful to me, she will just have to die."

Her eyes stare from me to the screen, and her breath forms a gasping sound when she see who my eyes has settled on, the child she has known as well, shared a deep and strange secret with for all these years. "You can't be serious, she's..." My hand hitting her face with a hard and painful slap ends her words right there as her head snaps to the side and her body falls to the floor with a thud, sending a drop of spit flying out of her mouth with a few drops of blood. Must have hit her a bit harder then I thought.

My anger fades as I stare at her now sobbing form, all it takes is a reminded of who has the power in this room, and she breaks down and cries like that. My snort of dissaprovement must have shaken as her sobs increases in strength. While it is amusing to me when she hurts like that, it's not the right time for her to cry. Yanking on the chain, I force her to sit up or choke to death; her eyes stare into mine, red and puffy from her ordeal. "You will not speak her name around here, that girl means nothing to me anymore."

Her head turns to view the screen, the image of the battle I was intending to watch, but now all there is an image of a group of cheering kids and the remains of a broken control spire. It's really is a shame that they broke it, perhaps I should send someone to help this Digimon Emperor, but I change my mind, he should be baptized in battle like I was, only through suffering and loss do we grow strong. The years before he showed up, I trained and hunted to become worthy of my masters gift, and what has he done so far, claiming that he is perfect, hah, he still hasn't killed anyone with his own hands, all he does is force them to do his dirty work. "The simple fool, he's still thinking that he is doing all this on his own, he has no idea how much my master controls him."

Her face shows confusion as she heard those words, clearly she hadn't expected someone to control the all powerful and arrogant Ichijori brat, after all, he is a genius, but then again, all geniuses become predictable and too disconnected to reality after a while. As he said, we must never forget where we came from, from the darkness of our past; we will grow strong for the future. "Yes, he is controlled my dear, just as all of them are, they think they do this willingly, hah, someone else is pulling their strings, they play the act, but someone sets the scene."

Standing up, I stare down at her, whatever amusement I might have gotten from her is gone now, my mind is fully set on the task at hand, I must prepare for the return of my master to this world, for when the balance is broken, and the dark spore is ready, he will unveil his true form, and everything will tremble before him. Still, it would be a waste to just snap her neck; I could use some help, and someone to spend these long nights with me. "Girl, I will give you an offer, the same offer I was given all those years ago."

Her eyes stare at me in fear, yes fear, fear for what I might say or do to her, this is such a fun game, I wish my master would been able to instruct in person instead of over the computer, I wish he was able to see how I break the weak things bodies and minds, the dry snap when a leg or arm is broken, the final painful whimper before they are killed. "You can die a slow and painful death like your friend Michael, and trust me, I know how to make it last days."

She begins to move away from me, her legs scrabbling over the floor, it must be painful for her, after all, my floor is made of nice cold rocks, and even something cold can burn something. Grabbing the chain, I pull her closer, never allowing her pleas, whimpers or sobs to stop me as I left her up by the front of her neck. "Don't go yet, you haven't heard my offer, join me, sir by me and help me prepare for his return, and you won't suffer like the rest of the worlds."

Her eyes flicker to the screen as I smile at her, I can see the urge and need to help her friends, the feeling of still belonging to a team that are falling apart day by day. Sure they work together now, but the brat Daisuke and that annoying TK will soon split the loser brigade up, their anger and desire for the bitch of light will see to that. And still, they remain this covering girls only hope. "You want them to help you, they don't even know you're gone, and even if they did, they wouldn't care."

Her defiance is back, as strong as ever, it blazes with all of her inner powers and strength. By the darkness and my masters name, I want her to be mine, much more then that stupid tomboy I met once, the one who drove my only guiding light away from me, and once my master has fulfilled his plan, I'm going to pay her a little visit, and leave her all alone, just before I kill her. "Face it, that Sora girl must have noticed something wrong, but do you see her looking for you?" 

Her eyes widen at those words, and I pull her little close, my mouth going down to hover next to her ear, the sound of her blood vain calling out clearly to me from where I stand, it's lifeblood calling out to me in a sweet music, the music of life and death. "Accept me, and you shall never know fear again." I watch her try to break free, but my grip tightens, and I hiss the next words into her ear. "Even if you don't accept, you'll still die, what I offer you in eternal youth and beauty."

Her defense slowly breaks down as the long week of captivity and fun with the needles and her fears break down whatever small amount of courage she had left, her strength is torn down, along with her hopes, but it is to expected, after all, her fall had been set in motion since the day I capture her and the annoying pretty boy in the forest. I knew letting him plant at least one control spire in this place would bring someone here sooner or later to try and destroy it. Don't get me wrong, the digimon's make good conversationalist, but they are so boring in the long run, they don't really understand us humans. Well, I'm not really human anymore, the master saw to that, I'm something more then a human; a cross between a virus digimon and a lowly human is how he described me.

I turned her ace to the side and stare into her eyes as I trace a finger along those pink lips of hers, well soon it won't be pink that colors it, but a pure crimson red, like the life giving fluid of us all. I stare into those orbs, willing her to give in to me, to surrender, but in the end she must give herself of her own free will. "Well, what is your answer?"

Her eyes flickers over to stare at the screen, the fear for her friends and a plead for help back in them, I growl at the thought of having to teach her again, but I hold myself back, if I hit her once more, I face the chance of shattering her mind completely. I that happens, she'll just become a submissive pet, and not the queen of the night I seek. I stare at the screen with her, an small and amusing thought forming in my mind. "Accept my offer, and I will leave them alone, I give you my word."

Her eyes blink and hides the wish inside of them, the wish that she didn't have to given this choice, but it has happened now, and so it must be, for her friendship and loyalty to them, will not allow her to do anything but accept my offer. I can already see the silent light of hopelessness in them, the knowledge that she will lose no matter what. "I swear i won't hurt them."

She looks at me again, her spirit ready to surrender, and with that, her life will become the master's and mine as we work to completely everything for him on this side. And with her on my side, I can live through the coming nights with her. "Do you accept?"

Her eyes doesn't look down as she answers, a plus in my book, she has the courage to face her dark fate, even after losing everything, her friends, her partner, and her life. "Yes, just don't hurt them." I smile, a warm smile, not the cold and indifferent ones I show to the rest of the world, but the one I have hidden for this moment, the moment when I make an eternal companion to me.

Her head tilts to the side as I moved my hand up to her cheek and gently pushes it, the brown hair is carefully brushed back from her neck, and my eyes hones in what lies beneath the pale skin, my mouth watering with anticipation for what is too come, and nearly ruining this special moment, my eyes flicker around the room, and I find myself regretting that I haven't had it filled it with candles and a large goblet of blood for both of us to drink from afterwards, that way we could have celebrated her turning in a true feast. But that must wait for another time when we are alone.

Thoughts over with, my fangs sink into her flesh and into the vain below the soft skin, forcing a small gasp from her. As I pull out from her vain, her blood rushes out to fill my mouth, it is warm and full of the love, and high spirits she has always had, her dreams ruined and her spirit broken will soon be rebuilt into something just a glorious, if not bigger then that. I pull back and leave her with just enough blood to carry the next part of this old ritual. Biting into my, I feel my own dark blood flow out. "Drink Mimi Tachikawa, drink for your new future." I push the wound into her mouth, and watch as her light side fights to push the offending fluid away before it corrupts her completely.

Then she began to suck the blood on her own, the drain clearly felt by my body as her need for the crimson stuff grows every second, after a few seconds, I gently pull my hand free from her mouth and grab a near handkerchief to bandage my wound. On the floor, I can see her gasp for breath as the foul liquid and, how was it he describe it, corrupting virus breaks down her body and rewrites it into something more then it used to be. "Welcome to the dark side, Mimi." My chuckles fill the room as the light dies in her eyes, in less then an hour, a new Mimi will be born, the Mimi that will stand by my side forever. "I Taichi Yagami, welcome you to the family."

TBC: remembrance in the night.

AN: I want to hear your opinions, tell what you think, was it bad - Good, rotten to the core or simple divine. Seriously, it is the first, well second time I try to write a vampire story, and I want to hear some feedback from you people, is this something I should continue.

Also, keep an eyes on my website for a pic of vampire Taichi soon.

Ahh, sorry, a minor screw up on my behalf resulted in this story getting deleted, as to those of you who reviewed while it was gone, you reviews have been saved to a txt file.

Sorry about the trouble I caused.

Dak.