Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ A Vampire's Touch ❯ Juri/Myotusmon ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: The Last Face 
"The wise warrior attacks neither the mind nor the body. The heart! That is where true weakness lies!"
-The Green Goblin
(Slightly Paraphrased)
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Occult / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.19.2003 | Updated On: 01.19.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Completed
"The wise warrior attacks neither the mind nor the body. The heart! That is where true weakness lies!"
-The Green Goblin
(Slightly Paraphrased)
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Occult / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.19.2003 | Updated On: 01.19.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Completed
John Spalding, The Last Face, sat before his computer, late at night, typing a story. A ballad of hate, was all he wrote as The Last Face. His other identities (and those who have ever heard of them will now make the connection, that the one you know secretly has hidden his Last Face), were those that wrote of light and good. The Last Face wrote of death. Desolation and murders, rapes and evil. He was an escape. And while you chew on that, allow me to say I don't own Digimon, and if anyone who does has read this, I pity you.
The shapeless red form fought the universe. It fought everything. The light... god... the light! Burning and tearing through his very existence! How he struggled, even to become aware of the pain! His body could not exist with it, this burning star brighter than the sun! And laughter! The laughter of children! Like the sound of nail on a chalkboard to his ears! Not a sound of despair or desolation or pain to be heard by anyone! How his body wretched! How he became threatened with death! Death, to the already dead! But, finally, he had a spark of conscious thought. So he fled, across space and time as his form allowed. He left this thread of time and went to another, where the light had not been created, where the world was in turmoil. A world where he could hide in shadow, waiting, feeding of the screams of the dying. Finally, he gained consciousness, and it screamed with one word:
REVENGE.
Juri walked alone in the park. (And remember, don't walk alone in the black woods, or the Big Bad Wolf will eat you.) Her thoughts rested on Takato, laughing and playing with Guilmon. She walked with a basket of flowers, the perfect picture of innocence.
Make the wind blow. Put them off guard. And put up a chill, too, make it threaten to rain. This increases the spell of the vampire, by increasing desire for protection.
Juri wrapped one arm around herself, rubbing and trying to warm up. The being known as Myotusmon lurked in the shadows, watching. The corruption of this tamer would hurt the others. He would make her as loyal as his old minions had been. But to do that, she would have to become a vampire. Juri looked towards the shady grove, wondering if that bird was there again. It was, perched on the finger of a man in a long dark coat. She walked up to him. He was one of those grizzled old men, who still showed compassion towards children. "How do you do that?" she asked.
"Magic."
He replied, bringing the bird to show Juri. It seemed only to focus on the man. "That's incredible!"
"It is, isn't it? Off you go, little fellow." It flew away urgently.
Takato crested the hill. He saw Juri, talking to something... but not the old man she saw. His skin was mottled, like a corpse. He wore what must have been the remains of some uniform, as well as a long red cape. Blonde hair trailed down his back, and a red mask covered his face. Vampirical fangs showed over his bottom lip. Takato's digivice began to beep... "Myotusmon... Ultimate level... virus type?"
"JURI! Get away! That thing is evil!" Juri looked to Takato. "What do-" A hand covered her mouth. She looked up, and saw Myotusmon in his true form. Horror filled her for a moment, before she began feeling warm. All she wanted was to be held, protected by this mighty, strong figure above her.
"juri..."
She thought she heard something before she fell asleep.
"I'm on it, Takato!"
Guilmon digivolved, towering over Myotusmon.
"Oh. I'm scared. Dark Claw!" The bolt of pure evil energy struck Growlmon with the sound of a detonating artillery shell. Growlmon remained on his feet for a moment, wavered, and fell. Takato rushed at Myotusmon. "You'll never take her!"
"Foolish boy! You must love her greatly!" Myotusmon hit Takato with the back of his hand, sending the boy flipping lazily head over heels through the air. "I must admit, having to reconstruct my body hasn't dimmed my power as much as I'd have thought." Myotusmon laughed before flying off into the sky.
Juri awoke to darkness. "Where am I?" She couldn't move her arms. They were tied, no, bolted to a wall, their bindings not seeming to have any kind of way to be removed. No key, no hinges. A figure was silhouetted in the darkness.
"Your new home."
"What do you mean?"
"I am Myotusmon."
"M-Myotusmon? Y-you mean from the TV show?"
"I will not dignify that with an answer." (Which meant he had no idea what she was talking about.)
"What are you going to do to me?"
"Make you my slave."
"NO!"
"You will enjoy it."
"Never!"
"And then I will make each of your friends..."
"Vampires!"
"All."
"Takato..."
"You can love him for all I care. I must, however, make you mine first."
"That woman you took in the episode..."
"Do you mean when I attacked the `real world'? I did not mean to make her like myself. For you I must do something different."
He rose.
"NO! Stay away from me."
He began to walk towards her.
"I'll kill you!"
He continued.
"Leomon, Help me!"
He stood next to her. One of his hands, warm, strong, cupped her chin and turned her head toward him.
"Never, never look a vampire in the eyes..." she thought.
He brought his face closer to hers. She closed her eyes and tried to pull away. His breath was sweet, the scent faint enough to be there, but not strong. He kissed her, careful for his fangs not to hurt her tender lips. She opened her eyes wide with shock... and Myotusmon broke the kiss and turned his head upright again. She saw his warm, golden-brown eyes and was lost for all eternity. Her soul was washed away in the spell of the vampire.
"Let me go."
The restraints dropped from the wall. Myotusmon stepped into the shadows again.
(Cue theme from `Phantom of the Opera'.)
Juri's hands raised her dress and dropped it to the floor. Myotusmon watched, smiling. Her hands went to her bra. Myotusmon stopped her, and he stepped closer, pressing against her, and removed it himself. He removed his jacket and shirt, his muscular body towering over her. She dropped her panties to the floor and undid his pants, lowering them to his knees and looking at the huge member before her with lust. She stepped back, leaning against the wall. Myotusmon leapt forward, ramming into her and breaking her hymen. She cried out as pain melted into pleasure and she was lost in the rhythmical, pleasuring thrusts deep into her. She was lifted off the ground. The vampire's hands ran over her breasts and he kissed her. Their tounges fought an Juri moaned with passion and pleasure. A feeling built within her loins. "Yes. Feel it! Embrace it! It and all that comes with it!" Juri's cries became more frantic as she was pushed against the wall. Myotusmon began to kiss her neck as they came towards an orgasm. Juri screamed with pleasure as Myotusmon released a seed of evil into her womb and his teeth drove into the tender flesh of her neck. She was lowered to the ground, fluids running from her vagina down her thighs. "Lie down." She did this. "Sleep now, while it begins." Myotusmon dressed. It was good to be evil.
The shapeless red form fought the universe. It fought everything. The light... god... the light! Burning and tearing through his very existence! How he struggled, even to become aware of the pain! His body could not exist with it, this burning star brighter than the sun! And laughter! The laughter of children! Like the sound of nail on a chalkboard to his ears! Not a sound of despair or desolation or pain to be heard by anyone! How his body wretched! How he became threatened with death! Death, to the already dead! But, finally, he had a spark of conscious thought. So he fled, across space and time as his form allowed. He left this thread of time and went to another, where the light had not been created, where the world was in turmoil. A world where he could hide in shadow, waiting, feeding of the screams of the dying. Finally, he gained consciousness, and it screamed with one word:
REVENGE.
Juri walked alone in the park. (And remember, don't walk alone in the black woods, or the Big Bad Wolf will eat you.) Her thoughts rested on Takato, laughing and playing with Guilmon. She walked with a basket of flowers, the perfect picture of innocence.
Make the wind blow. Put them off guard. And put up a chill, too, make it threaten to rain. This increases the spell of the vampire, by increasing desire for protection.
Juri wrapped one arm around herself, rubbing and trying to warm up. The being known as Myotusmon lurked in the shadows, watching. The corruption of this tamer would hurt the others. He would make her as loyal as his old minions had been. But to do that, she would have to become a vampire. Juri looked towards the shady grove, wondering if that bird was there again. It was, perched on the finger of a man in a long dark coat. She walked up to him. He was one of those grizzled old men, who still showed compassion towards children. "How do you do that?" she asked.
"Magic."
He replied, bringing the bird to show Juri. It seemed only to focus on the man. "That's incredible!"
"It is, isn't it? Off you go, little fellow." It flew away urgently.
Takato crested the hill. He saw Juri, talking to something... but not the old man she saw. His skin was mottled, like a corpse. He wore what must have been the remains of some uniform, as well as a long red cape. Blonde hair trailed down his back, and a red mask covered his face. Vampirical fangs showed over his bottom lip. Takato's digivice began to beep... "Myotusmon... Ultimate level... virus type?"
"JURI! Get away! That thing is evil!" Juri looked to Takato. "What do-" A hand covered her mouth. She looked up, and saw Myotusmon in his true form. Horror filled her for a moment, before she began feeling warm. All she wanted was to be held, protected by this mighty, strong figure above her.
"juri..."
She thought she heard something before she fell asleep.
"I'm on it, Takato!"
Guilmon digivolved, towering over Myotusmon.
"Oh. I'm scared. Dark Claw!" The bolt of pure evil energy struck Growlmon with the sound of a detonating artillery shell. Growlmon remained on his feet for a moment, wavered, and fell. Takato rushed at Myotusmon. "You'll never take her!"
"Foolish boy! You must love her greatly!" Myotusmon hit Takato with the back of his hand, sending the boy flipping lazily head over heels through the air. "I must admit, having to reconstruct my body hasn't dimmed my power as much as I'd have thought." Myotusmon laughed before flying off into the sky.
Juri awoke to darkness. "Where am I?" She couldn't move her arms. They were tied, no, bolted to a wall, their bindings not seeming to have any kind of way to be removed. No key, no hinges. A figure was silhouetted in the darkness.
"Your new home."
"What do you mean?"
"I am Myotusmon."
"M-Myotusmon? Y-you mean from the TV show?"
"I will not dignify that with an answer." (Which meant he had no idea what she was talking about.)
"What are you going to do to me?"
"Make you my slave."
"NO!"
"You will enjoy it."
"Never!"
"And then I will make each of your friends..."
"Vampires!"
"All."
"Takato..."
"You can love him for all I care. I must, however, make you mine first."
"That woman you took in the episode..."
"Do you mean when I attacked the `real world'? I did not mean to make her like myself. For you I must do something different."
He rose.
"NO! Stay away from me."
He began to walk towards her.
"I'll kill you!"
He continued.
"Leomon, Help me!"
He stood next to her. One of his hands, warm, strong, cupped her chin and turned her head toward him.
"Never, never look a vampire in the eyes..." she thought.
He brought his face closer to hers. She closed her eyes and tried to pull away. His breath was sweet, the scent faint enough to be there, but not strong. He kissed her, careful for his fangs not to hurt her tender lips. She opened her eyes wide with shock... and Myotusmon broke the kiss and turned his head upright again. She saw his warm, golden-brown eyes and was lost for all eternity. Her soul was washed away in the spell of the vampire.
"Let me go."
The restraints dropped from the wall. Myotusmon stepped into the shadows again.
(Cue theme from `Phantom of the Opera'.)
Juri's hands raised her dress and dropped it to the floor. Myotusmon watched, smiling. Her hands went to her bra. Myotusmon stopped her, and he stepped closer, pressing against her, and removed it himself. He removed his jacket and shirt, his muscular body towering over her. She dropped her panties to the floor and undid his pants, lowering them to his knees and looking at the huge member before her with lust. She stepped back, leaning against the wall. Myotusmon leapt forward, ramming into her and breaking her hymen. She cried out as pain melted into pleasure and she was lost in the rhythmical, pleasuring thrusts deep into her. She was lifted off the ground. The vampire's hands ran over her breasts and he kissed her. Their tounges fought an Juri moaned with passion and pleasure. A feeling built within her loins. "Yes. Feel it! Embrace it! It and all that comes with it!" Juri's cries became more frantic as she was pushed against the wall. Myotusmon began to kiss her neck as they came towards an orgasm. Juri screamed with pleasure as Myotusmon released a seed of evil into her womb and his teeth drove into the tender flesh of her neck. She was lowered to the ground, fluids running from her vagina down her thighs. "Lie down." She did this. "Sleep now, while it begins." Myotusmon dressed. It was good to be evil.