Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ A Vampire's Touch ❯ Entr'acte ( Chapter 6 )

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

This is Face.
It's been awhile.
I've been writing these things, you see, these things that really... they try to have substance.
They try their best.
But fail.

Let X=X.

Sadness creeps through you, you know.
Infinite sadness.
It just needs to be awakened.
Love creeps through you, you know.
Infinite love.
It just needs to be awakened.
Can both exist?
Yes. Both can exist.
Love.
Sadness.

Loss. That is what binds them both.

Entr'acte.

Falling... falling...
They were falling.
Like Alice and the rabbit hole.
(what happened to her, anyway?)

(The Master didn't want her.)

(Now I remember.)

Myotusmon's Children each landed gracefully. Again, they were at the building, again, their Master was meditating, his arms stretched out, the anti-christ.
"You called for us." Takato said. They approached in a rough group, each lover staying with their partner. Ryo did not approach. He remained in the shadows, watching. Myotusmon slowly lowered his arms.
"My power has returned."
The Children remained silent.
"It is time to retake what was stolen."

"What do you mean, master?" Asked Juri.
"I will return."


VenomMyotusmon was gone... Gone! Completely! It was over!
Tai jumped up and clicked his heels...

The children snapped out of the hallucination.
"What was that?" Ruki cried.
"That was what will soon be mine again."

(And Now...
Eternity.)

Be still now.
I am with you.
I am deep within you.
You are at peace.
You cannot be harmed.
You will not suffer.

Breathe deeply.
Breathe in the healing love of the universe.
And breathe out the sickness that has taken you.
I am with you.


Myotusmon brought his hands together and called on the darkness, in all the strength that he could manage. It gathered around him, he a painter, and reality his canvas. He painted a Picasso, insane patterns passing his head.


It's easy.
It's like breathing.
Like a heart beat.

He pushed his hands together.
(Boom)
(Boom)
(Boom)

Darkness exploded from them, forming a vortex.

"Go, my children. Take what is mine."

Have I betrayed your ideals?

Your ideals betrayed you.

What are you gonna' do?

Your eyes will not close.

Your tongue barely speaks.

But I can still feel you.

I can still feel used.

Grin.

Let the changes in.

Takato stepped forward and extended a hand. He touched the darkness. It opened to him.

Grin.

Let the laughter, let the laughter, let the laughter begin.

He stepped through.

Juri hesitantly slipped within it.

Henry and Ruki exchanged a sidelong glance before they dove together.

Ryo dashed through without second thought.

They were falling.

Falling.

Let the laughter begin.

Grin.

Relax.

(Darkness?)

They were falling.
Myotusmon faded away.

Let the changes in.

Come on, come with me now.

They fell... across worlds... across universes... across time... Soldiers of darkness, commencing a strike. Impossible, indescribeable patterns flew around them.

The time is come.

The sun has gone.

It's too late.

Eternity has come.

Takato awoke to green grass.
Am I alive?
Am I breathing?
Do I... do I have my soul?

Juri had landed curled up next to him. Tiny fangs passed over her lips. He ran his tongue over his own.

No. Grass does not bring back a soul.
Takato rolled over, putting his arms around Juri. Myotusmon was nowhere to be seen. After his experience, they needed peace for awhile.