WOW! You people really love my story. Normally people flame my stories and tell me I'm stupid and worthless. Thank you all for your support! I LOVE YOU ALL! In a platonic way that is, don't want to freak you all out. LOL!

Soon all the pieces in my story will come together. It's all relevant; her awakening, the dagger, Hakumei's and Getsuei's blood, the impregnation, Carl being cloned, etc,. It's all part of one diabolical plan!

But, I want you guys to find the plot of the story

How hard is it to find an isolated place? Phantom thought. Saya weak in his arms. He was still in his human form, when he was cloned from reanimated DNA Mr. Smith and Mr. James altered some of his abilities and gave him bat wings to use in human form. Necessary changes in his body, though he was not the only clone.

Finally he spotted what looked like a derelict warehouse and landed. Placing Saya on the floor, noticing she was sleeping.

"I need you awake. I want to feel you squirm as I touch you," Phantom said, grabbing her shoulder and crushing it. Saya's eyes opened and she screamed in pain. She grasped her shoulder and felt the bones move as it healed. She turned to her side, whimpering and biting her lip. When she opened her eyes she slid away.

"Phantom," she said with impassive anger as her eyes flared red. Phantom neared her, pulling her up by her hair.

"Finally, I can have you all to myself," Phantom said, grabbing her; trying to tear away her clothes. But she slapped him and ran behind a wall of highly stacked wooden crates. She panted, trying not to make a sound.

"Saya, you're making this much more difficult than this has to be," his voice echoed. Saya pressed her body against the wooden crates.

"I know where you are Saya. I can smell the sweat dripping down the back of your neck," Phantom intimidated. Saya crouched down, gazing at her torn attire. She spotted a broken pipe near her and picked it up; she sliced her hand into its edges and it streamed with her blood. She saw his shadow before the crates and ran toward him. She yelled in anger, holding the pipe above her head. However, Phantom was astute and grabbed the pipe. Saya backed away in with frustration in her eyes. Why was she hesitating?

"Always so eager, you never take the time to think do you?" he said, breaking the pipe in half. He eyed Saya; amorously leering at her and this consumed Saya in anger. Saya ran at him, endeavoring to fight him with her own hands but Phantom grabbed her right wrist. She flung her other fist at him but he grabbed her left wrist too. She struggled to escape but his grasp was too strong; as was his fortitude to have her. He threw her against the wall. As Saya stood up he neared her and smirked.

"I came to dance," he said evilly. He untied his cape and it fell to the ground beneath him. His remaining clothes almost immediately following; Saya's eyes trembled in fear at the sight of naked flesh. Saya's face trembled, her body froze. He was nearly on top of her, Saya had to run. She knew what her enemy had in mind and she did not want her innocence stolen by someone she did not love.

"NO!" Saya screamed and ran. However, Phantom grabbed her arms, pulling her back. His body neared hers, enough for his silky hair to caress her face. Saya flinched at the unintentional caress; for Phantom began to stoke her hair as he pushed her back.

He pushed her back up against the wall, retaining so much pressure against her that he could feel her bones tremble. His hands came to her face, that same depraved thrilled smirk on his face. His breathing heavy and flesh heated with passion. He leaned into her face, attempting to kiss her. Saya moved her head and he only kissed her cheek. Saya's hands were trembling and powerless as they pressed against the wall behind her. He knew how to torment her.

She was being touched by an enemy; by Phantom! She was going to be raped and she could not allow that. Phantom's fingers gently pressed against her flesh (harder); her cheeks were wet with tears. Her enemy looked directly into her eyes; examining the fear they trembled with. He smiled softly and kept his eyes locked with hers.

"Don't be afraid, Saya," by this time his thumb was stroking her cheekbone. His eyes grew soft, somewhat, but were still dominate with obsession and desire.

"I will be yours," Phantom whispered derisively.

Saya trembled, trying to think of ways to escape him, but he kept her pinned. Phantom would make sure that she had no way of escaping. So that she'd be his for tonight...Perhaps, always his. He didn't remove his mask; all the more reason to hurt Saya. He mocked her with an impish grin. He chuckled softly and moved his mouth near hers. Saya's lips were trembling. When his lips softly touched hers, Saya flinched and her lips were gone from his.

Phantom recalled that night (as Saya denied his lips) on the farm, when he came after Saya to drink all her blood so they'd both die. But, as he bit down into her neck, Saya shouted she had people to protect and that she was not alone. He was so hurt and thought no one would love him. But, when he was cloned, he realized that he, too, was not alone. People needed him, and in return he would be given all he wanted. He had to have Saya, and if Saya did not love him then he make her feel so much pain until she came to him with anticipation.

He mocked her with an impish chuckle, his eyes closing as his mouth neared hers. He forced his lips on hers, his fingers stroking her hair in the process. His lips were dry and soft; but somewhat gentle against Saya's warm soft lips. But then, after a few gentle kisses he became more aggressive and lustful. He unzipped her dress, his right hand wandering underneath it and touching her chest as he started unbuttoning her yellow halter shirt.

His skin was cold and smooth, and the way he caressed her felt so unchaste and evil.

"No! Stop! Please STOP! STOP! I DON'T WANT TO!" Saya screamed and tried to get away. Her entreats soon diminished to sobs of defeat and pain. Phantom pinned her to the ground, he began to tear away her underclothes and dress to caress her skin tastelessy. Saya struggled to escape but it was no use; he was much stronger than her. He was injuring her and loving her at the same time, her body grew weak and angry, but she still had to fight.

"Shh, tonight is our grand performance," he whispered evilly in his ear. Saya kicked and punched and screamed but it was no use. Phantom pressed against her hard, his lips trailing the lining of her collar bones. Saya's body was completely bare in the next few minutes, her clothes in shreds all around her. Her enemy on top of her; succeeding in parting her legs and restraining her arms successfully. He would be the first man she'd ever been with and his scent would always be in her skin. True, Saya had been alive for over a 100 years, but, she had never invited her Chevalier to lay with her. For she believed that sex was worthless in her quest for vengeance, thus, she remained quite abstinent.

His fingers left bruises where he grabbed her; mainly on the shoulders, thighs, and breasts. He left bite marks, too, but none were deep enough to make her bleed. He kissed her, panting and heavy with amorous passion. His lips moved downward, to her neck and his position on her adjusted. He was preparing to sow his seed inside her.

"NO!...NO!" Saya screamed before he bite deeply into her lips. He only wanted a taste, and he allowed the blood to stream from his mouth so he would not crystallize. With that satisfaction he thrust through her barriers; breaking her and causing hr to scream with everything in her. Tears burst from her eyes, her neck craning back as his fingers coming along her breasts and sliding down her ribs. Feeling and admiring, knowing that this action alone caused Saya greater pain then anything else would. Before he started to rock against her trembling form; wriggle and rock. He moaned rather loudly as Saya squirmed; trying to escape. He grabbed her wrists and his lips pressed against her earlobe, he began to nibble down her ear to her neck. Nothing could describe the pleasure Saya was giving him, not even Diva had granted him such pleasure. Saya began to squirm and her enemy moaned again. Saya whimpered and she cried out again;

"Please...stop..."

Her voice dwindling away against the loudness of his moans.

"Shh, I am yours tonight," he whispered softly in her ear in an almost solacing manner, his lips pressed against her neck. His hips wriggle a little as she squirmed and she feels him warm inside of her. Saya tried to pretend that she was somewhere else, with someone else. But nothing could stop the excruciating pain that shot from her groin as he began to thrust hard, and harder, and faster, and faster. The minutes turned to hours as he touched her and continued to abuse her. She knew that was his hand on her inner thigh as he held her arms above her head with the other. He let her virginal blood drip down her parted bent legs as she wept and he cleaned the drops before bringing it to his lips to taste her virginity. And with it still on his lips he kissed her and forced her to taste her stolen innocence.

He finally released her arms and she clawed into his back as his thrusts became even more painful. He held her hips in place, to keep her from squirming. She was so tight, her walls raw and bleeding with warm, not to mention fresh, virginal blood. He moaned louder as he intensified not only his thrusts but his movement as well as touched. He sucked her breasts until raw, bloody marks were left. He gnawed at her neck until it was splotched and red, the sight cut through his body orgasmically: her bruised, bleeding lips, her wrist were enchained with purple, and her knees pleading at his whim allowing his to feel the scars her had left between her legs. He pressed his cock further into her; hitting that sweet spot so warm as the blood spilled so passionately onto the ground. He threw his head back, it was too much to hand. Black bruises were made as he clutched her hips powerfully.

"SAYA!" he spilled his seed into her. The warm sin preparing to take life within her. But he did not stop there, he would make her to enjoy this.

Please let it be over soon

In complete disbelief of what was happening Saya left her body; waiting for him to finish.