Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ A Vampire's Touch ❯ Ruki/Juri/Myo ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Unfortunately, I have no maniacal preamble to this besides this: WAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA! There. I wrote this while listening to the soundtrack from the Phantom of The Opera, just to explain anything you may notice. No, here's a good one! Who's more evil, Myotusmon or the Phantom?

Bravi, Bravi, Bravissimo!

"Come, I will take you to meet the master." "The master."

"Yes..."

Juri led Takato up a flight of stairs to the now abandoned tower that used to contain the Hypnos project. "I though that someone bought this place..."

They exited into the main control center, or what was left of it. The massive upside down semi-sphere was gone. The room looked absent of any technology, archaic almost. Everything was cloaked in shadow. A small bear could hide anywhere in the room, yet Takato could see perfectly. He saw something completely different from what he had seen a week ago. Myotusmon was no longer an evil, mottled, corpse. He now appeared every bit as evil as he had before, but Takato embraced the darkness now, and to him, now Myotusmon was more strong, powerful, and (Juri laughing. Walking down the path as they spoke of sweet nothings. The world was perfect. They were together. She was-) more beautiful than anything he had ever seen before in his lifetime. The Digimon stood where Himaki had commonly, his arms out in an almost Christ- like position. He lowered his arms and turned around. He extended his arm and Takato was violently thrown.

"Never so much as think of good or light near me!" He bellowed, punishing the boy for feeling the spark of light that had for a moment made the room dimmer, Myotusmon weaker both in reality and perception. Juri bowed.

"Forgive him, please!" She cried out. Myotusmon approached her. Looking down at her with disdain, he cupped her chin and lifted her up to look at him, still keeping her back bent painfully. "There is no forgiveness, child. Not in my world and not in yours."

Takato picked himself up. "Forgive me-" Myotusmon slapped Takato. "Listen to what I say, fool! There is no forgiveness!" There was a crack as Takato's jaw dislocated. It popped back into place, and all things affected healed within moments. "I am sorry, master."

"Never apologize. Ever."

Takato nodded.

"Go now. Make your friends as you are. Spread my influence like a virus, bringing each of your former, and future, comrades to me. You will feel honored. You are to become my army."

Myotusmon returned to his previous meditative state. He stretched his mind out into the world, feeling for the spots of darkness on the light and feeding on them, taking their energy and making them his. There was strength in the boy. Strength, however, was not bound to merely good or evil. A person's ability remains the same, no matter what it is used for. Myotusmon smiled and began taking the evil threads and weaving them into forms. Before him, a small dark vortex began to grow. He would use them all. He would return to the place of his defeat and destroy them. Their doom was assured. These eight were more powerful than the others could ever imagine. Myotusmon smiled. Soon, he would have his revenge. Victory would be his this time, because now he had the correct weapon.

"Ruki?"

The girl was leaning against a wall, inconspicuous. She began speaking, though those near her were surprised at the girl conversing with nothing. "Renamon."

"Ruki, I've looked everywhere." "No sign of them?"

"None."

A tear fell from Ruki's eye. "Ruki..."

"Keep looking. How's Guilmon?" Renamon didn't say anything. "Renamon?"

"Guardromon looked him over..."

"AND?" Ruki clenched her fist, sadness and rage beginning to build. The lack of an answer came through even greater than an actual one would. "He's... He's not going to make it."

Tears began falling from Ruki's eyes. She put on her sunglasses to hide them. The news sank in. "He's going to pay." She whispered. She stepped forward, raising a fist at the night skyline, her body alone in the streetlight. "DO YOU HEAR ME, YOU BASTARD?! YOU'RE GOING TO PAY! IF I HAVE TO FIGHT MORNING NOON AND NIGHT, I SWEAR YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FOR HURTING MY FRIENDS!"

"Ruki?" asked a familiar voice. Ruki stopped and looked to her left. There they were, hand-in-hand as they always were when together. "Takato? Juri?" She ran to them and threw her arms around them both. "Hey, it's all right. I'm fine." Takato said, hugging her back.

"We're both all right." Juri added. "Oh, god I missed you both so much!"

"RUKI! RUKI! THEY'VE BEEN CHANGED! RUKI! WHY CAN'T YOU HEAR ME?!" Renamon screamed from her perch. "Because my shadow has consumed your light." Renamon's blood ran cold. She was no longer alone on the rooftop. She spun around and a hand seized her throat. Smiling down at her was a face that was supposed to exist entirely in fiction. The only Digimon that had manifested as a card, but through the innate goodness of the Digital World had not been brought into actual existence. The face that all Digimon were glad they would only see through paper or a television screen was inches away from hers, his fangs visible. This being was powerful enough to break her in two. Right. Now. Renamon began to quake with fear. "I would toy with you, but I have no reason to." He threw her to the center of the rooftop. "NO! NO! PLEASE DON'T!" Renamon screamed. "Grisly Wing!" Renamon fell back from the assault, sprawled on the rooftop. Her data began losing it's composure, and she went out of focus for a moment, then back again, moaning with pain. In her vision, she saw Myotusmon raised his foot above her and- He snapped her neck. She disintegrated into basic 0s and 1s.

They went to Ruki's house. "So, where were you guys?"

"It was horrible! He kept us locked up, saying he would make us... vampires!" Juri burst into tears, crying into Takato's shoulder. "Hey, it's all right." Takato whispered to her. "Yeah." Ruki agreed, turning around and looking out the door, feeling for a moment a profound chill. "Everything's going to be all right." She murmured. Behind her, Takato and Juri looked into each other's eyes, smiling.

Myotusmon sat on top of the rooftop, listening. 'Those fools. Why do they not make their move?' Myotusmon shook his head. Ruki was now asleep, and the two were quietly whispering plans. 'As the humans say, If you want something done right, you must do it yourself.'

Ruki heard a thump outside her room, and her eyes opened halfway. Seeing a silhouette outside her doorway, she sat up with a start. The door exploded inward, covering the room with bits of it. Framed in the hole that was left, Myotusmon stood. She bolted, grabbing her digivice and shouting into it. "Renamon, he's after me! Help!" She threw open the other door into her room and ran into Myotismon's chest. The illusion broken, she saw for a moment that her digivice was empty before she dropped it. It took a moment for her situation to sink in. Renamon was dead. She was being held by the last thing that she'd ever want to meet. She opened her mouth to scream, but his hand covered it. He shushed her, holding her close. She beat on his chest with her fists. Footfalls approached behind her. Wrenching around, she looked to Takato and Juri pleadingly. "We were not aware you would make this capture yourself, master." Ruki's eyes widened and she began making frantic noises behind Myotismon's hand. "I wasn't going to." He replied. "The more time we take tracking down each of them, the more time they have to prepare for our coming and deduce our methods."

Takato and Juri bowed. "Yes master."

Ruki continued making small, desperate whimpers against Myotismon's hand. "Silence." Myotusmon commanded. Ruki felt warm, and then sank into blackness.

Ruki awoke to silence. She was suspended in a coffin, hanging from the ceiling of a dark room (She was, in fact, in the room used for the Hypnos project. The second door that covered the corpse's face was cut away, allowing her to see. All she could see was Juri, now wearing all black. At first she thought she was upside-down, but then realized that it was instead Juri who was upside down. She began to struggle. Juri smiled and began giggling, then dropped off into the darkness.

The coffin detached and she screamed as it fell. Instead of the horrible thud, she realized she'd been caught. The coffin was lowered to the ground and lowered and opened fully. Standing to one side of her was Takato, who had opened it. On the other was Juri. She looked at them pleadingly. Their faces were cold and dark. Soulless. At the head was Myotusmon in his dark glory. A chill went throughout her body upon seeing him, and her mind knew what would come next. She could not avoid it. She could not escape. There was no Renamon to help her. Takato and Juri were... gone... Lee and Ryo would not come... She was doomed. Myotismon raised an arm and she rose from the coffin. It slid out from under her on it's own. She floated vertical in the air for a moment, her body limp, her head resting on one of her shoulders. On pair of shoelaces hung dangling. She was lowered to the floor, and nearly collapsed. Takato and Ruki grabbed her arms, suspending her in the same crucifixion pose that Myotismon meditated in. He cupped her chin and forced her to look him in the eyes. She looked at his mouth, the vampirical fangs. "Do not fear. Let the death comfort you." She gasped as her shirt and pants were ripped away from her body. Takato and Juri kept their hold. Ruki began to cry. Her bra and panties were then stripped and flung in the same manner. "Please do not cry, either my child. Allow yourself to submit and join me. If you are happy to be in my service or sad, in my service you remain."

Ruki continued to sniffle and hung her head again. "Release her."

She began to fall, but was caught by the invisible force and lifted. She was flung to her side, landing against a wall and pinned as she heard Myotismon's footfalls approach. The rough plaster irritated her soft back, thighs, and buttocks. "Surrender to the darkness, or you will be of no use to me."

"No." She whispered.

"Those are the last fleeting bits of your courage. Even now you can feel it leaving you. The light can only stand to the darkness for so long before it is extinguished. You are like a spark thrown beneath a waterfall. You will survive for only a fleeting moment. Then you are extinguished."

She could feel the sensation he spoke of. That doom was looming larger and larger. She looked at him. His cape, jacket, and shirt were in a pile on the floor. "Give in."

She hung her head and continued to cry. Myotusmon smiled and came closer. "Look me in the eyes."

She did this and was lowered from the wall. She saw Myotusmon was now naked. She fell to her knee before him and eased her onto her back. Tracing kisses down her front and moving lower, he traced his tongue in a circle just above her little patch of hair. She moaned in anticipation. He moved even lower, slurping greedily. She moaned louder, encircling his shoulders with her legs, she grabbed out for something, anything, and found a hand Through the pleasure, she saw Juri, also naked. Juri straddled her breasts and giggled. Ruki continued to moan as Myotismon continued. Juri knee- walked so that Ruki, her eyes closed, smelled something strange. She opened her eyes and felt her face yanked upward into Juri's pussy. Ruki began to both lap and moan until Myotismon stopped and positioned himself before ramming into her, breaking another hymen. She cried out, sending a breath of warm air into Juri's pussy that made the young girl sigh. Juri started cooing at the pleasure of having her pussy eaten and began bucking her hips into Juri's face. Juri continued moaning and licked Juri's inner labia until she found the young girl's clitoris. She put it in her mouth and sucked it hard. Juri pushed forward and ground Ruki's head into her pussy, yelling in the throes of orgasm. Both Myotismon and Ruki were nearing the edge as well, and Myotismon lifted Ruki's hips off the floor as he thrusted harder than ever. Juri was forced onto all fours as a trickle of girlcum found it's way onto Ruki's lips, which disengaged from Juri's pussy to lie on the ground and cry louder than ever. She grabbed onto Juri's hips and screamed at the top of her lungs as her orgasm hit her, pounding her with it's sheer pleasure, to be psychologically associated with the darkness around her. Again, Myotismon released his essence into the womb of a young girl, laughing. In truth, he was more aroused by the corruption of these girls than his own, biological pleasure. The thought of destroying their innocence, turning them to the darkness caused his to be an orgasm greater than either of theirs. He pulled Ruki upon him, filling her with his penis up to the base until he had stopped, then lowered her to the ground. He looked at her eyes, the girlcum on her lips and whispered. "Sleep." She did this.