This is Diva's memories of Karl after he is killed by Saya. Diva remembers the next day after the ball, when she turned Karl into her Chevalier.

Disclaimer: I dont own Blood . If I did I would have Karl!

Diva sat alone at a small table outside in Nathan's garden the sun temporarily hidden behind a mass of grey clouds as Diva slowly stroked the hair of her new porcelain doll Amshel had given to her.

As a replacement for him.

Diva thought, her heart strangely clenching at the thought, the thought that she had lost one of her Chevaliers to Saya. A breeze drifted through the garden danced lazily past her face as she slid farther down in the white lawn chair, white as her doll. As the breeze drifted away so did her mind, seeming to follow it wherever it may lead so she closed her eyes slowly letting her mind drift.

Sighing Diva remembered when she had learned of Karl's death from Solomon. He had stood before her tears glistening in his eyes as he retold the story. Of how Saya's blade glossy wet with blood in the moonlight had forced itself through her and into Karl crystallizing his pure blood in a matter of seconds. Diva had sat silently taking it all in, listening and accepting everything, except…

Karl had wanted to die with Saya. That sentence haunted her mind at night forcing her awake from dreamless sleeps as it whispered from the shadows of her dark room. Saya, why must you haunt me so. Why does everyone love you more? Why did you take him away from me? Who gave you that RIGHT?!

Diva's fist clenched together as she thought of her sister. Her small fingernails digging into her soft flesh bringing up pin pricks of crimson blood. "Red against white, how beautiful." Diva whispered to the silent air, the words tasting familiar and sweet to her mouth, because she had said them before. The day remained so vivid in her mind, that bittersweet day Karl had become hers, forever. Or so she had thought.

Solomon had brought the boy she had seen the night before at the ball to her the next day as a surprise for when she awoke from her sleep. He was handsome, and looked just like a porcelain doll. His jet black hair fell down his back and his wide eyes held a sense of innocence, a form of innocence Diva had never possessed. His lips
trembled with a kind of nervous longing, and it was because of this that she had become obsessed with him the night before. Words were overcome by the silence between them and she sat watching the way his eyes searched hers. The whole time she wondered if he could see the sorrows, the sorrows held behind her eyes, which she had locked up with the slow passing of time.

They had stood staring at each other from across the room as she slowly made her way to him her feet slowly padding on the cool tile as she languidly made her way to him. His eyes wide with that innocence that made Diva first obsessed with him. Smiling she slowly lifted her arm and brushed away the strands of raven black hair away from his glowing white neck. She heard his breath hitch, as she moved her rosy lips to his neck. "Solomon…" She heard Karl's shaky voice call and felt his voice reverberate from his body. She brought her face closer her fangs grew and she pierced his neck slowly,letting his pure blood wash over her tongue. It was sweet and succulent it wafted to her nose tempting her to take more than she needed. The need to drain the life out of this boy was so tempting, and Diva drew back, a gasp escaping from her lips. She licked away the remaining blood and heard Karl whimper as his newly acquired wounds were hit by air. Diva smiled tracing the two puncture wounds lightly with her finger.

""Red against white, how beatiful." She whispered to a trembling Karl. Her blue eyes pierced his as they stared at each other, testing one another questions flowing through the air unspoken and unanswered.

"Tell me something, Karl… Do you love me?" Diva whispered her lips stained crimson from his blood forming into a small smile. He watched her, as her black eyelashes came down slowly hiding her blue eyes from sight as he struggled to find words to answer her.

'"Yes… Diva…" Karl's voice came out as a whispered croak, his black eyes now holding fear and a sense of loneliness that Diva knew all too well.

With his answer she lifted a hand to her lips and pierced her wrist, her blood slowly pouring out of her milky white skin. She held it up to him in a silent command, to prove his love of her.

Diva awoke her eyes dazed by the bright sunlight, she sighed her breath harsh against the sudden silence of the day. It had all been a dream; he was and forever would be dead.

Diva stood up her muscles slowly stretching as she moved; she walked over to the many columns that littered the garden. They were filled with blue roses, blue as your eyes, a voice whispered hauntingly from her memories. Diva turned her heart pounding but was greeted with only solitude. "Karl", she whispered softly.

Karl, Diva thought, you were the only one to unlock my heart. You were the only one who heard the sorrow in my song. Why did you go to Saya, Karl, to your death? I loved you Karl, wasn't that enough? Or were you always destined to be a porcelain doll to be killed and destroyed when I loved you the most?

Diva smashed her doll against the column the many pieces falling around her in a shower of white shards. She fell to the ground her body smashing the shards into fine dust as she began her sorrowful song.

And, for the first time in her life, she cried.

Thank you for reading my first multi-chaptered story! Please review so I know what to improve on! -LifesDarkFire