Many years ago, after Saya's incident in Vietnam. Haji swore to never let anyone do such a thing to her again. With Red Shield's money and without anyone's knowledge except the current Joel who agreed with Haji they built an underground bunker in Japan's mountains.

When you first came upon its entrance you would see a 12 inch cement frame that dug into the hill side with steel bars like a cage, making it appear as a sewer drain trying to keep animals out. Behind that gate was a 15 foot walk until you came to a short set of stairs going down and a steel door. Behind this door was a fully equipped, running water and electricity bunker specifically for Saya. To the left a small kitchen, stocked mostly with canned foods and water, except for the fresh fish and meat Haji had brought. To the right was a large three sided black couch and TV which had become clustered with all of Saya's favorite movies and series. A door beside the TV led to a small gym that only Haji used.

Down the hall in front of him there would be a door on the right for his room, which had been filled with books, a small writing desk and couch which had all become clustered with cello related items. On the wall were two French doors (which were always open while Saya slept) that led to her bedroom. A large bed filled with blankets and pillows. The walls filled with wardrobes holding clothing from god knows what decade. Then finally, to the left was a hidden door that blended into the wall, which was also open since Saya would wake any day know. Inside a small mausoleum like room complete with stone box were she was encased.

He sat at the end of her bed watching, and began to play. (Cello obviously :D)

SAYA's POV

Behind her webbed membrane Saya's mind danced with the deep melody, with one thought in her mind, Haji. She didn't know what a haji was, or who, where not even when. But whatever Haji was it was important to her.

Saya stretched under her cocoon pressing her hand and back against its walls until she felt it give under her weight. Despite popular belief she did not immerge covered in slime. She reached up and pressed her hands against the cold stone lid until she felt it float away as someone else removed it for her. A man knelt down and gently lifted her from her entrapment.

"Saya" His whisper came out as a low rumble in his chest. She fingered the white silk night gown and met his gaze. "Feed."

Her vision pulsed with the word; instinctively she knew what he meant as he sat her on the bed kneeling in front of her. His shirt was now open leaving his shoulders and neck bare. He was so tall that even on his knees he was eye level while she sat.

She snaked her arms around him and pulled him close before pressing her lips to his neck. As the blood flowed between her lips she felt it seep down her throat and restore all she had once lost. This was Haji. An animal hunger swept over her. She grabbed handfuls of his shirt and pressed him closer while she began to feed the beast inside of her.

"Saya," he mumbled against the place in her neck his head had fallen.

His voice brought her to reality, her fangs contracted. Had she taken too much? Her tongue swiped out to catch any droplets pooling on his chest. When she released him he fell back on his heels, paler than usual.

"Haji, I took too much." Saya grabbed his shirt before he could collapse and tumbled after him. Frantically thoughts flew in and out of her head before she decided what to do. "Take it back." She demanded, Haji's face revealed nothing. She ripped through his pockets until she found his knife and quickly drug it across her neck knowing he would need it quick.

Haji's eyes shot open in shock, the scent of his Queen's blood setting him on high alert. He moved before she could blink, he placed her beneath him. Just as quick she grabbed the back of his head and pressed his lips to her wound. "Take it back," she pleaded. "Haji I took too much."

He did nothing at first, shocked by vulnerable she seemed. His tongue slipped out and collected what blood pooled on her pale flesh before gently breaking the skin of his Queen's neck. His body tensed against her as he drank.

Saya knew Haji was strong, but she never imagined this strong. His body was a carefully held pile of stone. She couldn't move even if she wanted to.