By: Dark fire angel
Author notes: I admit this story may seem weird as in… the actual theme and characters it concentrates around. I have no idea if anyone has ever even done stories that concentrate around these particular characters, taking into account people usually write about the Digidestined, and not the Digimon themselves.
This story touches the past we are only lightly informed of in the series "Digimon adventure" It'll fill in the gaps (the way I personally think they should be filled XD I do not own this series, so hey, it's all my point of view) of the past. Why am I doing this, you ask? Meh, I really like Gatomon, Myotismon and Wizardmon, so hey, go away XD; I wanted to write some sort of story for them. There won't be any sort of real romance, but it may be touched… in some ways other than that, or slightly implied within thoughts. If that offends you ; do not continue. bows I present to you the second chapter; the italics are Myotismon's POW ... as she uhm, thinks back or something from the present time. if that makes any sense anyhow.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters; I am merely using them for my own entertainment, and (hopefully) yours.
The flickering of the few candles that illuminated the otherwise dark room gave the place a somewhat eerie look; abnormal and slightly supernatural. The light moved across the stone walls as if alive, the shadows and fire almost seemingly dancing together a never ending waltz. Then again... he liked it that way; Darkness was his friend, it was welcome.
What was not welcome to the vampire digimon's ears was the light snoring that came from the other side of the library-like room, where a snoozing Demidevimon was perched, up high on the shelf of one of the many book stands that lined the walls. Hissing slightly, Myotismon turned away from the book he happened to be reading in order to leer at the small digimon, his brow furrowing. Had the small bat-like creature been awake he'd have probably jumped right out of his feathers, not to mention he'd have probably taken several steps back. Alas, he was asleep, and snoring rather loudly, at that, a look of bliss written over his features as he smacked his lips several times, mumbling something about food under his breath before continuing to snore once more.
Idly, the vampire toyed with the idea of lashing out with his red-whip attack, but soon enough strayed from that idea as the consequences became visible inside his mind; Blood stained walls, books and carpet were hardly worth the trouble... he wasn't feeling up to having his private study be completely ruined. Besides, the smell of blood wasn't a pleasant one to him; it made him hungry. A small growl seeped his throat as his gaze hardened at a particularly loud snore before he turned his eyes back at the book on his lap; the torn and rather old pages showed strange pentagrams, diagrams and words only very few digimon could understand.
He was distracted and pulled out of his reading once more by a lighter sound, that of a soft padding, however, this time he didn't look up nor did he otherwise advert his gaze or acknowledge the presence of the small creature that padded into the room to curl up right beside the large chair he sat at.
She was different from the rest; I mean, besides the fact she was a vaccine type digimon while most of the rest of those that took to a living inside my castle were virus type digimon. I don't think I recall what exactly made me take her under my wing. It wasn't a desire to protect her, I snort at the mere idea of it; yet... the look in her eyes attracted me. Such solitude, such bitterness and strength in there, all those feelings mixed together in a whirlwind I pretty much doubt even she understood. It was untamed power. She was a complex creature... further more than any other I had seen before.
Her feelings and actions were complex and hard to understand, even for me... each and every night till she evolved, she'd come padding into my study, and would curl up under the shadow of the big chair I occupied. Hell and heaven only knew why she did that; I knew she hated me. Maybe she was just slightly mental. Then again, perhaps I was mental too for allowing that small creature to lay there unharmed. However, the dark lords knew she was a much more pleasant company to read by than that of the snoring Demidevimon that usually fell asleep in my study too.
Instantly, a couple of bats that had either been perched upside-down from random places, or fluttering around aimlessly, swooped down to the floor, hoping around Salamon slightly, as if curious. Little by little, the few of them would near the smaller digimon, sniffing at her face before tilting their heads. No sound escaped the lithe digimon as she stared rather blankly at the black hued creatures with a vacant gaze, and slowly... ever so slowly, the bats would creep up her body to nestle on top of her head or on her forepaws, opening their mouths wide to yawn, effectively showing rows of sharp teeth before settling down to sleep
Even though Myotismon hadn't so much as adverted his gaze from the book, no pages were turned, indicating he was, in fact, not reading at all. His brow remain furrowed under his mask as he leaned an elbow on the arm of the chair in order to prop his head up.
There was something slightly disturbing about the small digimon he couldn't quite grasp. It was almost as if she were attracted by the darkness, and yet... she repelled it instantly upon touching it; it was hard to explain the fact he didn't quite mind her company, and yet... it bothered him intensely at the same time.
Of course, she was the digimon partner of the child of light. It was no wonder she was attracted by the darkness and yet repelled it and enlightened it at the same time. I figure that was also why the bats seemed to take a certain appeal on her too. I may be evil, but that means not I was or am a fool; I know the effect light has on darkness... but do you know the effect the darkness has on light?
You don't, how could you? You're only human after all; I'm not expecting you to understand beyond your capability, however, even one like you should know that dark and light coexist; the stronger the light, the bigger the shadow. There was a shadow within her heart, it showed within her eyes... yet that light was also always there, perpetual.
It was annoying.
The nights in the strange castle usually held a sort of ritual, that seemed to progress down the same road. It wasn't like he had made it that way, but then again, he was responsible for it, for he allowed it. Being a vampire, Myotismon needed little rest or sleep; the fact he was nocturnal allowed him to research in the library, for even though he knew he was powerful, there was strength in knowledge and he needed to prepare for the inminent. The little rest he had was done at some point during the day... never at the same hours either, one could never be too careful.
However, as time went by, and days turned to weeks, which later turned to months, he soon enough discovered the little nocturnal ritual had to go, for you see, harsh training brought Salamon to evolve into Gatomon.
Humans like to say felines, or otherwise, domestic cats have somewhat of a sixth sense, a way of knowing things before they happened... a way of understanding what others merely even start to pinpoint; she possessed that power, a way of knowing... or seeing that others didn't. She may have not been as strong as me, but she had something I didn't posses.
As night reached the castle and covered it in deeper shadows he heard her approach the study, however... this time was unlike the others, for she didn't take her usual spot beside the chair; instead, she wordlessly padded on all four towards the crackling heat of the chimney, her clawed gloves clicking over the cold stone floor, and then, she sat there... her ears perked forward as her wide blue eyes stared at the flames that danced over the wood. Even from his position on that chair, the vampire had trouble reading her eyes, for the reflecting flames within her depths seemed to distort the outcome.
His own eyes hardened slightly as the small cat blinked once upon noticing she was being watched, and slowly raised her gaze towards his sapphire ones, which were narrowed till they were mere slits. However, her gaze never wavered, or wandered away; it rested there, looking fearlessly into his eyes, supporting the pressure of his own gaze. There were no words needed. After all... they barely ever talked anyhow, unless he was giving her orders. Yet, even without words, there was a dark understanding between the two creatures; a rough, slightly agitated one, but understanding all the same.
"Come," the vampire's cold voice tore at the silence like a dagger, the command in his voice stinging as he rested the book that previously had been on his lap on the left arm of the large chair.
There was a moment of hesitation as Gatomon's eyes narrowed down too, however, she soundlessly padded over to him, sitting down directly in front of him, her long tail wishing over the floor, the sacred ring making small sounds over the stones, "Is there something you wish?"
I knew there was no hidden meaning in those words, yet somehow, the way she was looking at me as she spoke them enraged me, for it brought a strange pain inside my head. Of course there was something I wished yet... it hadn't mattered how many times I had hit her; that look of hers was ever present... that avid flame within her eyes, even as she turned away from the crackling fire of the chimney. I wished for that haunting gaze to leave me. Yet I knew then I had been fighting a lost battle with her, one I would never win.
His eyes widened in slight surprise before they narrowed once more, something akin fury burning within them, his lips pulling back into a barely noticeable snarl, his small fangs showing. However, it was gone as soon as it came, and his ever calm mask of indifference was settled over his features once more, "Indeed, don't we all?" he paused, then smirked slightly, "Come," he repeated.
Once more, the cat hesitated, distrust worn upon her features, her muscles tensing under her fur as the fight or flee instinct kicked in. Her tail lashed about nervously behind her as she eyed him, as if evaluating the situation, however, he gave her not an option, and instead raise a dark gloved hand. A hiss escaped her throat and she felt her muscles stiffen, however, when she tried to turn around to escape, she found out her body would not respond; it was as if it were pinned and restrained in the position.
As Myotismon lightly waved his hand, Gatomon was lifted carefully into the air till they were face to face, her nose a mere centimetre away from his, "Can you feel it? That shadow inside of you? It devours you from the inside, does it not?" his breath on her face made her lips turn up into a snarl, her pupils narrowing down even further is posible; she could smell traces of blood, no doubt from his latest victim, "You can..." there was almost dark satisfaction within his cold voice as his smirk grew, "You know..." this said, he waved his other hand right in front of her face, and as he did so, her snarl vanished and her eyes fluttered closed, her body hanging limply in the air before him, "Of course you know," he muttered under his breath as her body dropped as if lifelessly on his lap, her breathing shallow as she slept calmly, the sleep spell he had cast within effect.
In her sleep, the cat moved and curled up soundlessly on the new surface instinctively searching for the heat her new surroundings offered, her paws coming to rest over her face, hiding it from view. A few seconds flew by, then the vampire picked up the book with one hand as the other rested lightly behind one of her ears, his clawed fingers moving to scratch it every so often as the words from the book enwrapped him. Her light purring soon enough blocked out the sound of Demidevimon's god-awful snoring as the tension slipped away from the room.
The next day, when the cat-like digimon tried to remember what had happened the night before, her mind was fuzzy and dark; it wouldn't allow her to think back. However, that was the last night she ever padded into that study, something told her to keep away. Not like she could've anyhow, for the door remain firmly locked, even to Demidevimon hence forth, whom didn't find it amusing at all and spent hours howllering around the castle, growling something about lossing the best sleeping spot in the whole bloody place.
Author notes: Boredome and coffee-less college mornings my best friends Oo; wheee