Saya finally found her long-awaited target.

Him.

That despicable roach of a human. Or was he?

After all, he did transformed himself into an Elder Bairn hybrid to become closer to Saya and free her from her oath not to feed on humans. Something she found herself disgusted with. He even killed his own family. Someone who does such things would not be considered human.

"Fumito!" The vampire shrieks as she glares at the hateful creature. The one who toyed and ruined her. And also, the man she once saw with rose-colored glasses. Someone who she relied and maybe truly did have feelings for.

Regardless of how she felt, Saya knew she had to face him. She lands in front of him, her sword ready to pierce whenever. Saya would do it. His blood would be on her hands.

Without fail.

The immortal seethes once she meets him, face-to-face again. The last she saw him, he took everything from her: security, happiness, livelihood, and innocence. Even if it was fake, it was hers to own. And he ripped it from her, unjustly. Now she was destroyed, she would kill the one who ruined her. How fitting.

"How could you do such a thing," she spat. "Killing bystanders, children! Children are burning and bleeding out there! Don't you even see for yourself?!"

The man simply smirks. "I didn't know you'd become sympathetic to humans, Saya. What did happen to you when I left you?"

She grips her hilt in anger, veins popping on her white fist. He was doing this on purpose, spurring her. Just like he did on that day when her peaceful world was shattered. But the vampire would not let him get to her. She spent months closing her heart, it would not fail her now.

He walks around, his arms spread out to gesture the city before them.

"They don't understand at all, humans, what it's like to have power. To know what's wrong and right." Fumito turns back to her. "But you do. You've lived as a human for a couple of years and experienced wonderful things in my experiment. You've even immersed yourself in society for a while before you came to me."

Flashes of her "friends" and "father" came into mind. The pungent scent of their blood dripping as they fell, one by one. They were at the convenience of Fumito's plan, a ruse. Yet...the candor and amity she shared with them as a human...was the only thing she knew.

Yet, Mana and her friends…they did somehow bring back her conscience, her hope. But she shoved them from her mind. Saya had no right to thing of something so bright when she finally had her chance.

"You know better, you've always known," Fumito replies to her silence. He walks towards her, gripping her shoulders gently.

"Build a new world with me. This is our reason," he insists. "It has been decided in the beginning; when you were a lost, forlorn creature with a thirst for blood and I was a lost man who couldn't find anything to pass the time. We can do it, together. We break the system of the world together. We show the world that they were wrong about creatures like us."

She wasn't sure what to do. She still had the fake memories of loving him. Or was it really fake? No—

Kill.

Mana…and her friends...

Don't kill.

Or her fond memories of the kind neighbor?

Kill.

Don't—

"Fumito...san..." her voice crackles in desperation and weakness. She wasn't sure who she was anymore. His eyes widen at the soft voice. It was the human Saya. Even if she was drenched in blood and ditched the innocent, schoolgirl look, a part of her was the human.

"Saya, we could be together now and forever," he whispered, drawing her close for a sweet kiss— before he was stabbed in the stomach. In the last second, the vampire managed to slide her sword in without any sign.

The blonde lets out a garbled choke. "Well, it works this way," he weakly chuckles. "A prize for you, the winner. And a punishment for me, the loser."

Fumito limply falls against her, his lips finally pressing against hers. It was growing cold, she noticed.

His body bleeding out, he falls to the ground with her supporting him. "You had to dodge it, Saya. Or else...it's a prize..."

The blonde man lets out a wheeze, blood trickling from his mouth before he smiles far off at her face. He seemed to be relieved from his demise…something she wasn't ready for. Fumito had that innocent look she remembered in the back of her mind.

And then he was gone.

Saya wasn't sure what was running through her veins as she saw her former enemy dead. He took everything from her but he also gave her everything.

Duty…truly was the death of love.

Tears drip down, cleaning the blood streaks on her face.

"Once more...I am alone again..."

She silently turns him over his back, sorrowfully pained as she sees that faraway gaze in those now glassy eyes. In the end, he had to have the last say. Even in death, he wouldn't be able to leave her mind. Saya closed his eyes and held him tight, not caring if the blood seeped through her torn clothes.

Sirens were going off below her. The vampire had to leave. She ensured the world's safety, but she would never be accepted by them. Where she would go next, she wasn't sure, but she had to go alone for no one can understand the sorrows and pains of a lone vampire.

Even if it was for a while, I wanted to be more open to Mana...I'm sorry. She put him down and jumped from the building, into the shadows and was never seen again.

Goodbye...for real...goodbye...my beloved Fumito.