Author's Note: Alright, I've taken a step aside from writing my usual fics to write this story for SomeguyY2k's Digimon vampire fic contest. It's my very first and probably last Taiora fic. lol. Anywho, it's nothing like I've ever written before, so I'm giving you fair warning. Oh, and please excuse the crappy title. I racked my brain for days to come up with a good one, but that's all I have to show for it. Well, hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: ….I claim to own nothing but my own insanity.
Rating: You better believe this is an R-rated fic!! I even had doubts about posting it!
The creature watched as the sun slowly sank on the horizon, painting the sky a crimson hue, mixed with splashes of violet, indigo, and orange. Of course the crimson color is what he delighted in the most. It was the very color of what kept him alive for so many hundreds of years. The color of innocent blood. He was perched upon a hideous looking gargoyle, overlooking the front steps of the Odaiba Museum. His preternatural eyes squinted in the moonlight. Unlike all the many other nights he had come out to stalk his prey, this night was different. It was the night of the full moon, a natural phenomenon that only occurred once a month. And that's what made it so special.
The creature knew that on nights like these, the humans became ever the more superstitious. Perhaps it was because of all the horror movie folklore about demons and werewolves appearing during the light of the full moon. In any case, the eerie glow of the moonlight made his presence all the more fantastic to his victims.
That was another thing he strived for, not only his common vampire lust for blood, but he also took great pleasure in watching his victim's faces light up in fear. To him, it was even more delicious than partaking in the blood.
His concentration was broken by his vampire instinct alerting him of potential prey. With one fluid motion, he leapt from the rooftop and glided silently to the ground for a closer inspection. Before him stood two lovers, taking a quiet evening stroll under the stars. Lovely, he thought, as he admired the couple. He slowly ran his tongue along his fangs, which were dripping with saliva at the thought of the malicious act he was about to commit.
"Is this not a beautiful night Li?" the young girl giggled as she squeezed the young man's arm tighter. He looked into her eyes fondly and sighed.
"Only because you are here Kiyone." He replied, but his expression turned to one of confusion when he noticed the ebony-haired girl's eyes widen in horror. Her mouth quivered as if she were about to say something.
"What is it?" Li asked, his brow furrowing in frustration. Then suddenly, Li felt two clammy hands wrap around his head. He panicked when he heard Kiyone scream in terror as she let go of his arm. Li struggled to see who his attacker was and when he was finally able to turn his head enough, all he caught a glimpse of were a set of shiny, white fangs. He pulled his head back around so that he faced his girlfriend, who was frozen with fear.
"Run Kiyone!" he screamed, right before he heard a snap and than all went black.
The creature held the lifeless body of Li in his arms. He slowly eyed Kiyone who had begun to hyperventilate; she let out an ear-piercing scream and turned to run.
"You're next my dear." The vampire said coldly as he sank his teeth into the soft flesh of Li's neck. The warm blood began to spurt and ooze into his system, flowing through his undead veins. Color began to spread into his once pale cheeks, and his strength seemed to double with each voracious gulp. When his meal was finished he tossed the body unceremoniously to the side and wiped the excess blood off his mouth with his fingertips, licking them afterwards, so as not to waste a single drop of the intoxicating liquid.
"I think I gave her enough of a head start," he mused, a small evil smile playing across his lips. Being a creature of the night, he was considerably faster than any normal human being and caught up with the hysterical girl only yards away. He swooped down upon her, latching onto her hair and jerking her backwards.
"No!" she sputtered in between desperate sobs. "Please don't
hurt me! Please!" she pleaded.
"I'm so terribly sorry," he said in mock sincerity, "that I must do this!" he snarled as he threw her up against a tree. She slammed into the trunk of the tree and arched her back in pain. The vampire held her wrist behind her back with one hand, while he leaned against the tree with his other. He loomed in closer, taking in her fearful expression and relishing in her sheer terror. She clamped her eyes shut and began to moan, as she felt his hot breath on her neck. Tears brimmed her eyes and streamed down her face.
"Blubbering like an idiot will not help you, I'm afraid," he said charismatically, "Why don't you die with a little dignity, I mean, I've killed young children braver than you."
Kiyone whimpered at the thought of this monster actually preying upon young children.
"You monster!" she cried, voicing her thoughts and at the same time spitting into his face.
"Now that's a girl." He commended, as he flicked the spit from out of the corner of his eye. Kiyone's heart beat faster, anticipating sudden death. "I'm going to enjoy this." He hissed before lunging at her neck. She let out a deafening wail of pain as her body tensed up. With each beat of her heart, more and more blood pumped through his tiny fangs and an invigorating sensation spread throughout his entire undead body. When he had finished his deed, when Kiyone had breathed her final breath, he hoisted the young woman's body over his shoulder and carried her back to where he had disposed of Li.
With his preternatural strength, he was able to carry both of them to the dumpster behind the museum, dragging Li by his shirt collar the whole way. He tossed both corpses into the trash and slammed the lid down, laughing ruthlessly as he disappeared into the darkness of the night.
The next morning, Tai Kamiya's eyes fluttered open, he blinked once and shielded his eyes from the sunlight pouring in from his bedroom window.
"Ugh," he grunted and slowly rolled out of bed yawning and rubbing his eyes a few times before stumbling down the hall and into the kitchen.
"Morning mom," he greeted, and headed towards the cabinet for a box of cereal and a bowl.
"Morning dear," she replied, "Sleep well?"
"I guess." He answered hazily, still trying to rub the sleep from his eyes.
"Good morning to you too, Tai!" His little sister chirped.
Tai glanced around his mother to see Kari seated at the kitchen table, already indulging in a bowl of cereal and some toast.
"Sorry Kari, I didn't see you there." He apologized, sluggishly walking over to the table. He pulled up a seat next to his sister and plopped down in it. His mother brushed by him and into the living room to turn on the morning news.
"Oh my!" she gasped at the morning's breaking news.
"What is it Mom?" Kari asked with concern in her voice.
"How awful. Those poor people." She replied.
Tai jumped up from the table and trotted into the living room, wondering curiously what his mother had gotten so upset about, Kari followed suit.
"Two teenagers were murdered last night," she said shaking her head in disbelief, "Not far from here either. It's such a shame," she sighed, "Having all these weirdos running around our city."
Tai and Kari peered at the T.V. screen inquisitively. It was there friend, Yamato Ishida's father live at the scene. He was standing outside the Odaiba Museum, where police tape sectioned off the entire area.
"In light of the recent tragedy, parents are strongly urged to enforce the new 10 o'clock curfew, being implemented today until the killer is found. Back to you in the newsroom Tom." Masaharu Ishida stated before signing off.
The siblings' mother eyed the two with worry written across her face. "Now you two heard Mr. Ishida. I expect you home from your date with Sora at 9:30pm Tai. You too Kari. 9:30pm." She repeated, as if saying it a second time would embed itself in her children's memories permanently.
"But the curfew is at ten?" Kari argued, "We were all planning on going to Matt's concert tonight, that's when it ends." She gave her mom a pleading look.
"I'm sorry, but my curfew stays." She said firmly.
"Yes ma'am." Kari answered, a small look of disappointment spreading across her features.
Tai shrugged, at least he was getting to go on a date this evening, most parents would overreact and forbid their kids from going out at all tonight. And still he wondered who this killer could be, just out of morbid curiosity.
Yamato Ishida sat in his bedroom strumming his guitar, trying to get it tuned perfectly for that night's performance, when the phone rang, interrupting his progress. Matt placed his guitar on the bed and walked down the hall to answer the phone.
"Ishida residence." He uttered into the receiver, as he attempted to balance the phone on his shoulder. "Hi Dad!" he said after the familiar voice of his father greeted him on the other end.
"Did you watch the news this morning son?" his father asked.
"Come on Dad, you know I don't get up that early." He laughed as he twirled the phone cord around his index finger.
"This is no time to be joking Matt. Two people were killed last night outside the museum, and the police are baffled. They think it might be a vampire of all things!"
"Stranger things have happened," his son reminded him, obviously referring to the digimon.
"I know," he sighed, "After the concert tonight, I want you to stay at the music hall until I come to pick you up. Is that clear?" he instructed.
"Sure Dad," Matt replied, wondering why his father would get so jumpy over this particular story, he covered murder stories all the time. Why would this one be any different?
After the conversation with his father had ended, Matt hung up the phone and strolled back into his room to pick up where he left off. He had just reached for the neck of his guitar when the phone rang again. Matt let out a long dramatic sigh and rolled his eyes.
"Now who is it!?" he wondered, as he paced back up the hall and grabbed the phone a second time, this time not answering with his usual courtesy.
"Hello."
"Matt, it's Tai!" the brown-haired boy all but shouted into the phone. Matt had to pull it away from his ear for a moment until the ringing stopped.
"Hey Tai." Matt replied coolly, trying not to sound as irritated as he felt. Sure, he loved to have his friends call, but not when he was in the middle of something he considered important.
"Sorry man, my mom says I gotta leave the concert early tonight on account of the curfew."
"Yeah, I heard about that." Matt pondered for a few moments, leaving the line silent.
"Matt?" Tai interrupted, "You still there?"
"Um, yeah…I am, I was just thinking, I'd have to cut the show short tonight. There probably won't be as large of a crowd as there usually is."
"Geez, that's a bummer. Anyway, Sora and I will see you tonight, and Kari is coming along as well."
"Great, tell her T.K. is supposed to show up too. He has to help me and the band with the equipment tonight."
"Will do, later man!" Tai said as he hung up on his end.
Matt placed the receiver back on the hook and headed down the hall towards his room. He reached for his guitar and sat back down in his chair and lightly strummed the strings, feeling the instrument vibrate in his grasp. He fiddled with the tuning pins for a while until he was satisfied with the overall sound. In spite of the curfew, Matt felt that nothing else could possibly ruin this night; at least that is what he had hoped as he placed his guitar into its case and slung it over his shoulder.
Well, what do you think so far? I felt it was absolutely wicked. *shudders* I can't believe I even wrote this!! lol. If ya totally hate it, let me know. For some reason I'm expecting flames for this….
Also, there will be more Taiora stuff towards the end of the fic. To all the ppl who read my regular stories, well ya know I gotta sneak in some Matt/Tk brotherly moments. It just wouldn't be a story by me without 'em. lol. R+R please.
