Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ A Vampire's Touch ❯ Alice/Ryo ( Chapter 5 )

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

I had my fortune read. It said that I would develop an obsession. I wonder what it will be? I know, now, exactly what. Who. May she never read this. It also said my existence would become steadily more hellacious, that I would never recover from the next six months. On an authoritative note, some people may find this out of character. I personally don't. I exist as the proverbial Mr. Hyde. My control is gaining deeper roots always, and soon this boy will be nothing more than a host for me to wreak what havoc I shall upon the Earth! I am he who laughs as he cries! I am The Last Face!

It was a large room, full of people, all kinds.
And they all had arrived at the same place at, more or less, the same time.
And they were all free.
And they were all wondering what, is behind, that curtain?

Henry lay on his couch, listening to music and thinking. They were disappearing one by one, each tamer. That meant it would soon be Henry's turn to face... him...

Henry and Juri had gone to Takato's house once they learned of the disappearance. They'd knelt by his side asking him what had happened. In-between sobs he had whispered...
"Myotis... mon..."

Henry's guts twisted at the memory of hearing those words, especially in his friend's horrified, broken whisper. Before his disappearance, the entire crew was sure he would never be the same, traumatized to insanity forevermore, and now he was gone, followed shortly thereafter by Ruki. Myotismon was playing for a psychological order. First, Juri's disappearance kept them on their toes, then Takato and Ruki's left them without the two most powerful Digimon in their arsenal. Now, he would most likely come for Henry, to remove the last of the original three tamers. But how was he supposed to prepare? What could he do to stand up to a force that had defeated both the other tamers? Nothing. What had he done with them, and how had he gotten to their world? There were so many questions to be left unanswered. He just didn't know. Terriermon couldn't stand up to Myotusmon, nor Gargomon. Rapidmon might give the vampire a run for his money, but it would be an epic battle indeed. Biomerging was impossible. The ability had worn off through lack of use, they supposed. There was nothing he could do but fight when the time came.

Henry felt comfort in his music. Listening to the English song, he thought he could detect emotions that mimed his. He'd always wondered. Do our emotions dictate music, or does music dictate our emotions? He walked down the street with maddening calm. Terriermon was perched on his head. He walked through the crowd of nondescript faces, standing out as the only boy. He saw flashes of his friends between the people. Takato was there, smiling. Then, blocked from view for a moment by the flap of a coat, he disappeared. Juri giggled as she watched Henry walk towards her. Henry's sunglasses half-hid the steel in his eyes. There was something in him, maturity, which set him apart from the others. Inwardly, he was no child. His discipline and determination, though not his raw daring, outdid even Takato's qualities. If they weren't his hallucinations, they were illusions. Myotusmon was near. He felt the chill riding on the air. He turned into a construction site and looked around. Steel beams surrounded tamer and Digimon, the framework of a future building.

"You can come out now."

Silence.

"You may have caught my friends, and done what you have, but you'll never touch me. Not while I have strength left in my body. I'll fight you to the end."

"Such bravery in such a small child. You're unique. You have no compare among the Digitally Bound in any universe I have seen. Of course, there is always the hero. The love interest. The sidekick. But you, you're a hero in your own right."

"Fuck you."

"You have much courage indeed! However, courage will only get you so far. Strength must back that, which your digimon, eh, profoundly lacks."

Terriermon remained impassive.

"Let's see, I believe your opponent will be..."

Ruki appeared at the far end of the construction site. Henry's heart fluttered.

"Your blood warms at seeing her again, tamer. Perhaps in another life you may have been lovers."

If Ruki was alive, that meant the others were too. But her eyes were different. She was under a spell.

"Unfortunately, now you have to kill her."

"I won't."

"She'll give you a good fight, don't worry."

Suddenly, she held a bamboo staff in one hand. She twirled it nonchalantly, and silently. She hadn't known any martial arts before she disappeared.
(AUTHOR'S NOTE: Oh no! The tamers are suddenly samurai! You don't like it, cry.)
He would have to fight her, but he could never kill her.

"Terriermon, Digivolve."

"But, it's Ruki!"

"No, it's not."

"All right."

Terriermon lept from his head and morphed into the larger Gargomon.

"Now, we will go to a battlefield fitting for the occasion!"

He saw Myotusmon, then, perched on a crosspiece above Ruki, standing on the narrow beam with perfect balance. The monster began to laugh. The world shifted around Henry, and everything became dark. A full moon rose above scraggly trees. The grass was a chilling shade of gray, what could be seen beneath a carpet of fog. A crypt jutted from the earth, but otherwise the land was featureless save rolling hills.

The crypt bore the engraving 'Chetau Monstre'. He heard footsteps. Gargomon raised his guns and leveled them at the stairway. Ruki's head came into view, followed by the rest of her body.

"My child, become of the night!"

And Ruki changed. Her hair came down from the topknot and fell shaggily about her ears. Her shirt turned black, and from somewhere a black denim jacket appeared about her shoulders. Her jeans became a skirt of black. A chain decorated her waist. Her shoes became black boots. Her lips turned black. The staff became a black rod that appeared to be light and flexible, but very strong. She had still said nothing. She reached into her jacket pocket and withdrew a pair of sunglasses. She snapped them open easily and slid them on.

"ATTACK!" Bellowed Myotusmon.

Ruki lept through the air, bringing a boot towards Gargomon's face. He fired his guns. Ruki whirled her staff in a black storm, picking each bullet off and planting her heel on Gargomon's nose. She rebounded and backflipped to a landing. She dashed at him again, picking off another volley of bullets, and hit him with an upward strike at where his jaw would be, then a horizontal stroke on his temple, and a thrust to his stomach. Gargomon looked at her for a moment, dazed.
"Gargomon!"
She swung the staff into his groin. Gargomon's eyes went blank and he fell to the ground. She brought the staff to a position where it rested across her back, ready to strike at any moment, and turned towards Henry.
"Ruki, stay back." He said, fury in his voice.
"Ruki, I said stay back!"
She did not stop advancing.
"Ruki, please. Don't make me hurt you." Henry was pleading.
Then he saw, running down her cheeks, tears.
"I don't want to do this, Henry." She whispered, pleading.
"Ruki, fight it! You can!"
"What are you waiting for? Kill him!"
She came to within arm's reach and dropped the staff.
"Henry, I'm sorry."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her head in his chest.
He did not react in any way.
Then, slowly, his arms reached around her waist and slid up her back, coming up to rest with one hand on the back of her head and the other clasping her tightly.
"It's okay, Ruki. It's going to be all right."
"I'm so, so, sorry."
She began to cry into his shoulder. He could feel the tears, warm and wet on his skin as they matted down the fabric of his shirt. He looked up in defiance at Myotusmon...

But the vampire was gone. The crypt was crumbling away, the text illegible. The scene faded away until they were back at the construction site. Ruki was wearing her old clothes, though her hair was still down. She was still crying. They stood like that for a long time.

Say you love me
Every waking moment
Turn my head with thoughts of summertime
Say you need me
Even now and always
Promise me that all you say that all you say is true
That's all I ask of you

They walked back to Henry's apartment, Ruki's hand in Henry's. Ruki sat on the couch once they had arrived.
"I'll fix some lunch."
"No thanks. I don't eat much." She replied.
Henry sat next to her. She curled up against him.
"We need to figure out how to beat Myotusmon."
He felt her shudder at the name.
"But, we can worry about it later."
"Yeah. Later."
Ruki put her head on his shoulder. He held her closer. She nuzzled against his neck. He nuzzled back.
They squeezed each other tighter. They looked towards each other, and their lips met. It was only a moment before tounges were exploring mouths, each of the two moaning in turn. Henry raised his hand to the back of her head and removed Ruki's hairband. She pulled off his shirt. He carresed her shoulders.
"I've always loved you." He whispered into her ear. She nuzzled closer. He raised her shirt up and off.
"Why?" she replied.
"Because you're strong, beautiful, and wise."
She smiled and kissed him, a quick, short peck. He smiled back and grabbed her. They wrestled for a moment before Henry tossed her to the floor. She yelped with joyful surprise and landed on the rug. Looking up at him, smiling. He looked back at her, smiling. Her hair fanned out around her face. Tenderly, he removed a strand from her mouth.
"I love you too."
She wrapped her arms around his head and they kissed again. Her hands went to undo her jeans, as did his for his own. They broke the kiss.
"I love you I love you I love you I love you!" They said in unison. Henry's boxers and Ruki's panties were thrown to the winds. He removed her bra, in a bit of a hurry that comes with lust. He moved...
"On the floor, Henry?"
His smile widened at this girl before him. How like her! That spirit (while the action was a bad example) was the single thing about her he truly loved.
"Oh, all right!" He said, with a giggle. He raised her off the floor and carried the girl into his bedroom. Lying her on the bed, he looked upon her.
"Better?"
"Much. Now, kiss me." She giggled. He leaned over and did this. He rotated his body around this fulcrum and positioned himself in that manner which leads to all things bright and beautiful. Then, they conjoined and rocked together, tongues dancing about and cries coming from both. They fit together, a perfect match, a pair like no other. Each mannerism in their enjoinment complemented the other. Something such as this was a rare thing. It was idolized by renaissance painters, the beauty of a female body now focused by the male lover. Ruki moved faster as their tongue-wrestling intensified until she recoiled backwards, screaming. Henry felt her vaginal walls contracting around him and felt himself pushed to a bright light. This pleasure! This feeling! LOVE! THAT WAS WHAT HE FELT! Ruki held him closer and buried her face against his neck-

Hook, line, and sinker.

Henry had a moment to feel his heart drop, the penultimate terror. He had been tricked. It was wrong! It was terrible! This was wrong! He had to get away! He had to fight! He had never been here! It was a dream! HE LOVED HER! HE HAD TRIUMPHED! He had been cheated. His soul was lost forever in the fangs of his lover. He descended into darkness.