Saya looked down at the crimson ocean beneath her; she stood just at the edge of a cliff. If she were to jump, despite how much of a Chiropteran she was, she would easily hit the jagged rocks and die. But, no, that tactic would be too fast. She wanted to die in the slowest and most painful way. A way that would bleed her of all pain and bring her relief. She wanted to bleed to death.

That was her choice; she would stab herself directly in the heart. If the blade stayed in long enough the blood circulation would cease and she would die.

She had to die, to save herself and the people she loved. Carl could control her, use her, and bring other people she loved here. She most definitely didn't want that for Hagi, or anyone else she loved. She ran back to place where her sword stood wedged into the earth. Soon enough she arrived and grasped her sword's hilt, pulling and pulling upwards. Astoundingly she managed to, only to find Carl standing a mere few feet from her.

"Go ahead, Saya, kill me," Carl said disdainfully. Saya charged at him but ceased her attack once her blade was against his chest in a bandolier-style.

"Why are you holding back? Saya, don't you want to kill me?" Carl asked contemptuously, he was playing with her.

"But before that, I want to die," Saya whispered. She reversed the direction of her sword and sliced it through her chest so quickly that not even Carl could perceive the feel of her blade leave his chest. The sword had sliced through the space between her breasts, striking the arteries of her heart. Blood leaked from her mouth, she moaned painfully, falling to her knees with her sword still in hand.

"Saya!" Carl cried, grabbing her and pulling her upright by her shoulders. Saya pushed on the hilt harder and it sliced deeper, she coughed up blood. Carl grabbed the hilt and pulled the sword from her chest. Saya screamed in pain. Carl hugged her, quickly placing his mouth on hers and biting deep into his own tongue. Blood distilled into Saya's mouth and down her throat. Her sight of Carl blurred, Carl whispered in her ear.

"Saya, please don't die," he was crying. Saya could feel tears spring from her eyes as well, her hands slid up Carl's back to his shoulder blades. Grasping him and finding a warmth that she always wished was tangible.

"Carl..." she whimpered in his ear and smiled. She felt her wound slowly heal, but her entire body throbbed from the hemorrhaging. Carl's hand pressed against the back of her head, his other arm around her waist. Saya panted and gasped into tears, Carl was sounding so sensitive and real.

She could barely feel the ache in her body and chest as Carl lifted her up and carried her. Her eyes closed and when she woke up she was lying in Carl's bed with Carl next to her, holding her like she was dead.

"I am glad you decided to live," Carl said, his lips came to her neck. He kissed her softly, though, not forcefully like he was about to bite her. He wasn't on top of her either, but his weight was supported on Saya's right side.

"Why? You should've let me die!" Saya cried. Carl kissed her sweetly, caressing her jaw with his fingers.

"You are my reason for living, my enemy, and my lover," Carl whispered. Carl traveled downward, his ear pressing against the space between Saya's breasts, where Saya had stabbed herself.

"Your heart is a little weak. What the hell were you thinking?" Carl asked aggressively, his hands pressing against her shoulders. Carl traveled upward and looked into her eyes.

"I was thinking about being free of the pain your love has caused me," Saya confessed numbly. Carl didn't respond, his lips pressed again her right cheekbone as Saya sat up.

"I can be gentler if you wish," Carl mocked. His lips moved to her jaw, and then to her mouth. But, before he kissed her lips he placed his thumb on her lips and caressed them, admiring their softness. The kisses came slower and gentler than before. His previous kisses and caresses were lustful and rough, this time he was gentle and passionate. He was doing this to break Saya, to make her cry. To make her realize that she loved Carl in both heart and mind. Saya pushed him away and squirmed away from him. But, she couldn't go far; her body was tired because of the hemorrhaging. She would need to feed, but, however, the closest blood source was Carl. Nonetheless, Saya didn't want to taste his blood again; despite how sweet it was.

Carl kissed her again, and tugged the sleeves away from her shoulders, wanting to taste more. Saya was still in her blood-spattered kimono.

"Ca-Carl...don't make me do this. Please," Saya whispered softly. She couldn't fight in her condition; only endure until her strength would return.

"So, you do want it?" Carl teased, his fingers traveling to the nape of her neck and caressing her skin. He pressed his lips against her collar bones, crawling on top of her and pushing her back. He opened her kimono, his chest pressing against hers. Blood stained Saya's skin, which only aroused Carl's want for Saya more. He bit into her neck, his mouth filling with the crimson nectar he craved. Saya squeaked, her throat tingling from the craving for Carl's blood. When Carl finished off his drinking Saya's lips pressed against his neck, tasting like she never had before.

She bit down hard and began drinking. Carl's blood would help her heal, and give her back her strength. She had to drink his blood, she had to keep fighting and running as long as she could. When she finished, which was few long moments later, she craned her neck back and breathed in deeply. The coldness of Carl's blood making her shiver.

"Tell me, Saya, does your Chevalier caress both of your breasts?" he teased. How dare he ask about Saya's personal life? Saya grasped the blanket and flinched; her lover smirked. Carl's lips traveled downward, to her breasts. RIP, he tore the straps of her bra and soon the cups. He kissed her buds and his lips continued on the mound. His mouth sucking at one side of her left breast, leaving teeth marks and soft bruises. His lips continued downward, as his lips reached her tummy, he roughly tore away her panties. Saya squeaked at his actions, her strength soon returning.

She kicked him in the stomach before he could go any further. He was pushed back but that did not stop him. Saya wrapped her opened kimono around her body chest and looked at Carl fearfully and rather incensed at his actions. He had done that before, but when Saya was willing. At least he had some respect for her personal areas.

Saya felt at the bite marks, they soon healed. No words came to mind, Carl neared her again. She held her kimono tighter around herself, not wanting to reveal her naked body to him anymore. Before, when they were lovers, Carl had always been gentle and sweet, in both their lovemaking and conversations. She did not deny, she gave in. How she grew to be enamored of him...the reason was completely mystified.

She turned her head as Carl's fingers came to her jaw, his thumb caressing her chin. His leaned into her face in an attempt to kiss her sweetly, Saya denied.

"I want children," Carl said. Saya turned to face him, tears sprung in her eyes.

"Children?" Saya whimpered, Carl wiped her tears away.

"Let's make a new life, Saya. You, Diva, and I. And, our future children; you seemed happy when you discovered you were pregnant with my spawn, for the first time," Carl said, his right hand traveling to Saya's stomach. Saya recalled the feeling of new life, beautiful and unwanted life. She placed her hands on Carl's.

"No matter how many times you deny it I am still inside you. Can you feel a part of us becoming one, where the babies once were?" Carl asked, somewhat gently.

"The...babies?" Saya asked. Whenever Carl mentioned their 'children' Saya went blank. All she could feel was this ache in her heart, and a pleasurable throb in her womb.

"Yes, our babies," Carl teased. More tears streamed from Saya's eyes, Carl wiped her tears away. He licked his finger where the remainder of tears were. Her sadness, pain, and denial was delicious; it derived from him. Their love caused her so much pain and suffering, it enraptured his lonely soul. Saya's pain and tears would always enrapture him.

"You don't have to fight me anymore," Carl said, his hands slipping under Saya's kimono, caressing her ribcage.

"I promised you children; I promised you happiness and my love. And I also..." Carl whispered in her ear, kissing the spot between her cheekbone and jaw.

"...Promised revenge." he said, he slipped Saya's kimono off. He did not hesitate to feel her. He slipped his clothing off within a blink of an eye and eagerly began to make love to Saya. And at the moment of plopping his body against hers he had to stifle his body's actions. He was about to plunge into her and pour his passion into her soul. Nevertheless, his work had to be taken one step at a time. At first, he just took in the feeling of her bare flesh against his own. Their bare skin; the blood rushing and veins seeming more salient. For the first few minutes Carl just toyed with his lover; curling her hair, pressing his hips between her parted legs, anything that made Saya make the slightest sound. He dare wriggle his hips as his hardness pressed against her core. Saya whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulder. Blood flowed under her fingernails and distiled down her fingers. She moaned loudly as Carl pressed himself harder between her legs, nudging against her core.

"Hagi..." Saya whimpered, trying to deny the pleasure. Carl chuckled and stroked the spot where he bruised her breast. Carl softly kissed her neck, nibbling at her flesh. Saya squeaked, trying to deny.

"Shh, Saya. We will become one," Carl promised. He entered her and Saya's back arched as she screamed. Saya caressed Carl's hair, running the thick strands between her fingers. Each like a river of rare silk. Carl rubbed her stomach, just above her womb; trying to ease Saya as she winced. Indeed, his entry brought Saya pain every time. He wiped her tears away and kissed her trembling eyelids. This time, he knew he would have to be gentle. He pulled out, for he would not spill into her yet, not until Saya accepted him. He straddled her waist for a moment and moaned; she was so warm and the silken flesh only drove him crazy. He kissed her breasts, taking their buds between his fingers and teasingly caressing them with his lips and tongue. His lips then moved back to Saya's neck and then to her chin. He began to enter her again, which made Saya whimper.

Carl grasped her hand, kissing her fingertips and tasting her skin. He solaced her with the caress and moaned her name. He whispered promises of their future and love; their children. The children that he and Saya did not have a chance to create. Now he had that chance and he was not going to squander it. Through it all his hand never left hers, he would share the pain of life giving with her. His children would take growth in Saya's womb and they would be one once again.

Saya screamed his name and her body tensed in a pleasurable throb. Once Carl saw that Saya had fully given in, he entered her harder and faster; resulting in heavenly pleasure. They drove themselves over the limit and fell into the world of screaming euphoria; which beckoned them so. With each entry they became one; their pleasure and pain merging into passion. Their lovemaking continued for hours more, Carl held Saya's hand every moment. After what seemed like their trip to heaven and back Carl, once again, spilt his seed inside her and plopped onto her. The blissful exhaustion took over him, he held Saya and his head rested on her chest; he listened to her heartbeat and smirked.

Lulled to sleep by the sound of her heart beating, he shut his eyes and knew that what needed to be done was done.