This is an older Blood+ fanfiction of mine that I wrote when I was first truly getting into it. Because of this there are several inconsistencies between this and the series itself. I know it isn't very good but I decided I'd at least throw this onto my page so I had more than one story listed. I'm not sure when I'll get around to updating this. It'll really depend on if anyone likes it. Like I said before, this is from when I was first truly getting into Blood+ so if the characters seem different than they are in the actual anime then that is most likely why. It also takes place after Diva has"killed" Riku the first time. (When she drunk from him at the zoo.) But before she kills him later in the series' canon. (Apologies to those who got a spoiler from this.)

P.S. This story isn't as coordinated as the other one I put up. It also kind of "throws you in" to the story so if you don't like reading stories that don't have an explanatory beginning then you might as well look for something else.

"Aww, Saya, you're so slow." Diva said as she dodged another one of her sister's sword swipes.

It had been her hope that Saya would learn to stop just swinging her sword around but apparantly she hadn't.

As a result, this was beginning to bore her. So Diva closed her eyes and tried dodging her sister's swipes. But it was still too easy. When she simply couldn't stand how boring it was anymore Diva decided to end it.

She stopped moving and, still with her eyes closed, she struck out at where she estimated Saya would be. But there was nothing there. She opened her eyes and saw Saya wasn't even in sight!

"It looks like you're the slow one, Diva!" Saya yelled as she swung the sword horizontally towards Diva's chest. Diva caught the blade, but her hands were cut! And Saya's blood was already on the blade. But Diva wasn't dying.

Though Saya was probably as confused as Diva was, she kicked Diva in the chest. Something strange happened. Diva, instead of taking the kick and shrugging it off, was hurtled away toward a window. She broke it, and fell. She saw the sky for a few moments, then saw nothing.

"What- what happened?" Diva thought out loud, having forgotten the ordeal she just went through. A pain in her hands that was stronger than the rest of her body reminded her. She wished it hadn't. Though the pain in her hands stood out, the pain that wracked the rest of her body was by no means miniscule. She writhed in pain, wondering why her wounds weren't already healed.

"Solomon's blood!" She remembered that he had given her a flask of his blood in case she may need it while he was gone. Diva quickly grabbed for it, but found, with a grimace, that all that waited for her hand was wet broken glass.

Diva moved her aching body so her face was near the bloody glass and saw that there was a very tiny little puddle of the blood. Swiping away the glass, Diva slurped up the blood. However, nothing happened. And the blood didn't taste good. It always had before, but the blood held no distinguished flavor.

Then she realized something. She should have been dead already. Saya's blood had gone into Diva's hands through her wounds. She should have died right there on the spot.

"But why I am I still alive? And why do I feel weak and fragile? What about Solomon's blood? Why has it lost it's flavor?" She didn't know the answers to any of her questions, but had a guess. Was she… human? It would explain why she was still alive, why her body felt so weak, and why Solomon's blood had no real taste anymore.

Perhaps she had turned into a human while she was unconscious.

But then where was Saya? Why hadn't she come to finish Diva off?

"I hate her." Diva said to herself.

Saya always had everything easy, while she'd always had it so hard. And now, on top of everything else, she was human! She didn't know why, but she felt like crying. She had never cried in her whole life. Not once. She had always laughed, sung, or hurt someone else. But now she could do none of those. Her lungs were filled with blood almost to the point of not breathing, so she could not sing, nor laugh. And she had not even the strength of mind to formulate an angry mood.

She didn't want to cry, but she couldn't help herself. No matter how tight she shut her eyes, she could feel the salty liquid seeping through her eyes. Like emotions that had been in check for countless years breaking free of their control. The second a tear left her closed eye, she began crying in full force, and she couldn't even stay up on her knees. She landed on her elbows, hard. But the pain was gone. It had melted away with her anger, her control, and everything else she had been in her life. She was lost. Slipping in and out of actual time as she would lose consciousness, then wake up what couldn't have been a minute later. The sun seemed to go down every second to her, yet not even the sun's setting was stopping her tears.

She started to feel dry. Like all the moisture in her body had been used for her tears. But somehow she kept crying.

"Why?" She thought.

"Why am I crying?" Before she could even think of an answer to that question, she heard movement nearby. There were plenty of bushes around where she was, as she'd fallen into the solid, dirt-less area of a garden. But she couldn't tell where the sound had come from. Not with her new human senses that seemed like a butter knife compared to the scalpel that was her previous awareness.

She wanted to say something chilling. Something so frightening that it would scare out whoever was hiding, like she would have previously been able to do without even thinking. Instead, though, she could only manage out a shaky, scared plead.

"Who- who's there?" There were almost instant replies of fiendish laughter coming from one of the larger bushes, near the forest. Four big men walked out of the shadows of the trees, evil smirks on their faces.

They walked towards her, every step they took made her feel less safe.

"We sure did get quite a catch today, didn't we boys?" They all agreed with similar enthusiasm.

"What do you mean, 'catch'?"

She asked, more scared than she had ever been in her life. She couldn't even move as they stopped next to her.

"What we mean is…" One said as he tried to grab her. Diva yelled out as she rolled away from their grasp. All she got for her desperate attempt was more laughter. This time it was mocking her.

"It seems she's quite feisty."

"That's okay. I hear most people like it when they're that way."

The group approached her again, this time all of them were preparing to grab her.

She didn't know what to do. Didn't know what she could do. Though Diva had been human for several hours now, at least as far as she could tell, she didn't know how her human body would move.

So when they grabbed at her again, and she put enough force behind her movement that it would have made her old body fly across the whole garden, she was surprised when she made a sudden and short fall to the ground.

A glance back at the group showed that one of them had grabbed her dress, and was now beginning to drag her back towards them.

"No! Let go of me!" Diva cried as she thrashed like a young child trying to get away from their unwanted meal.

However, as expected, the person didn't stop, and pulled her over within easy grasp of all the others. They started grabbing at her, ripping her dress in an attempt to get a grip on her arms, but she couldn't do anything. She didn't even know why they were attacking her. But they were, and she felt like crying again.

"What are you doing?!" She heard a familiar voice say from beyond the group. She managed to catch a glance of a strange-looking sword, and a dress.

"Shit! Let's get out of here!" One of them yelled as they all departed.

Diva could clearly see Saya now, and wondered what was worse, being at the mercy of those men, or at that of her own sister? At least this way it would end quickly.

Diva closed her eyes and tried to be as relaxed as possible; facing what she knew was death. But she didn't feel anything for several seconds, and looked up at Saya. She was just standing there, looking at her.

Diva couldn't tell why Saya hadn't slain her yet. Was it because she knew Diva was human? Or was it because of something else?

Diva noticed something dripping down the side of her face and put her hand against it. She had been crying after all. That must be why.

However, Diva could feel how weak her body was now that the adrenaline was out of her system, and fell down on her stomach. She was vaguely aware of feet walking towards her as her eyes closed, and she fell asleep.

Well there you have it. I don't like to make certain things explicite in my stories so come up with your own reason for why they were trying to kidnap Diva. To be honest I'm not sure myself(heheh) but I'm fairly sure that it wasn't for the first reson that probably popped into your head. I also apologize if the name of the story made it seem like it'd be better but I couldn't come up with anything else so... yeah.