Saya's dreams were unforgivable, horrid nightmares plagued her mind. Her unconscious mind was not exactly an everlasting refuge as some might believe. However, when she awoke, frightened and confused refuge, came to her. Her lover's warm arms and lips, his solacing words and caresses. In the middle of the night she woke up and panted heavily.

"NO! She'll kill you..." she cried as she shot up from her nightmare. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes and she rested her face in her hands. Carl set a hand on her shoulder and smiled as he pulled her close; once again feeling her trembling, naked flesh against his own.

"Something wrong love?" he asked kindly. He stroked her hair and his gaze met hers. He wiped her tears away and smiled. He solaced her and told her that it was alright. He would always be there to grant her refuge and protect her. He kissed her cheek tenderly and held her close as she lied down again; as if he never slept. Of course, Carl knew why she had such horrid nightmares. Despite that his blood was not Hagi's it must have still awakened Saya's craving for blood and a trace of her memory. He lied next to Saya, solacing her and holding her until the sun rose and then he showered and left. Saya fell asleep hours before then, whimpering and giggling in her slumber from her nightmares and her lover's teasing touch. Once Saya awoke she curiously wondered where her lover had went. Realizing, once again, that because of his hectic schedule he would (almost) never be with her in the morning. She walked to the bathroom and took a shower. One question unconsciously dwelt in the corners of her mind.

What had happened?

No wait;

What was it that happened?

Was her mind's final question. Though she took no notice to it, it lingered in her head, as if it was a stalker inside her and was trying to tell her something. She knew what had happened; Carl and her had made love. They have sacrificed themselves to each other and poured their passion into each other's soul. It was wonderful and so painful at the same time.

When she exited she noticed Carl was still not there. As usual, however, she felt that his presence nside her body. Not physically, but more from a lost memory or sensation. Hoping Carl would return, and hoping he's return and kiss her again, she wore a lovely red and black gown. She came to breakfast late and had yet to see Carl. When she got to the room she opened the bottle of her medication and placed one in her palm.

She was about to take one until this question raced into her head. The question came out of nowhere, like an annoying fly you can't get rid of.

Is this really good for me? Should I be taking these pills?

As she thought through this she realized that ever since she started taking the pills her memories had faded. The memories she recalled were much too painful and traumatizing for her to bear. Maybe Carl was protecting her from something she had done. He did not want to harm her and gladly would never cause her pain. And if did he would stop immediately if Saya asked.

She took the pill and swallowed difficultly. Repenting that she did not have the will to face the past.

He was to leave to Okinawa tonight. Not in his whole specter drama attire instead in his blue kimono. He wanted his daughter to see his human half. He wanted his daughter to love him. His daughter, named for his first Queen; Diva, hated him. How he envied being hated by something he created. Something he and Saya created.

For the time being, he was in the lab with Mr. Jordan.

"You're not so tense today," Mr. Jordan said. Normally, Carl was such a busy man. His muscles always seemed so tense from going places and whatnot. He never had a chance to relax, and when he did, he would have stood before Saya's cocoon for hours at a time.

"Satisfaction can result in many ways," Carl responded. He recalled the previous evening and almost blushed. How beautiful Saya was and how she desired him. It was rapture the way she accepted him and held him. The way she kissed him and moaned his name...An angel had fallen to Earth.

"So, you did satisfy yourself, using Saya's body? I presume," Mr. Jordan asked. He turned to Carl and lifted an eyebrow.

"Since when do my personal affairs become your concern?" Carl asked, somewhat annoyed with Mr. Jordan's prying.

"Just curious, Saya's a very interesting specimen you know? I want to learn as much as I can about her, especially her reproductive capacity. When she dies I don't think Diva will carry on as your bride or even have children. Seeing as her twin died in the womb and only a male Chevalier made by her twin's blood can impregnate her. Quite disappointing," Mr. Jordan said. Carl had no response.

"Anyhow, maybe, seeing as Saya's body is recognized with bearing your children she might be able to give birth again. However, I highly doubt that. So bring her by in a week. I'd like an ovum extraction then. Because if I'm right that will be the day before she ovulates. Which will mean the perfect hormonal balance I need to successfully reanimate her ovums," Mr. Jordan said.

"Very well then. In fact, tonight I might bring Saya along to see our daughter. Seeing Saya might persuade Diva into joining us. I so do want my daughter to be in our home. I don't want to fight something I created. But, if I must than I will," Carl said.

"Bring Saya along? Are you mad? What of her Chevaliers?" Mr. Jordan asked.

"I have ways of protecting my bride. As for now I will let Saya rest. She must be exhausted from last night; she wasn't as willing when she saw my arm," Carl said. Though Saya did seem to accept him, somewhat.

"I told you not to force her! How can we know for sure if we have her full trust?!" Mr. Jordan yelled. Carl chuckled and crossed his arms.

"Get back to work. I will do with my Saya what I wish." he said and then he walked out of the room.