Saya awoke a few hours later in somewhat a daze. Her hair cut to her mid-back and a crimson robe clothed her body.
"You're awake," Carl said. He was dressed in his usual blue kimono with his gloves. Saya sat up on the bed and looked at him curiously.
"Who are you?" Saya asked. Carl walked over to her and sat down beside her. He placed his hand on hers and leaned into her face. Redness streamed across Saya's cheeks.
"I am the man who loves you, Saya," he answered as he leaned further into her face and kissed her. His hands around her neck and shoulders. The first kiss wasn't very long. Carl was tasting, and how he loved to taste Saya's innocence. That way he'd know how much he had taken from her diminishing supply. When he finished, he looked at her with a rather satisfied expression. Nonetheless, he wanted more to taste. He leaned into her face again and set a small array of kisses on Saya's lips; biting, licking, and tasting.
Still tasty, after all these years I can still taste a trifle of my blood on her lips.
Saya, perplexed enough as it is, allowed him to push her back onto the bed. As his lips parted from hers she set her hands on his shoulders and asked;
"I'm...Confused. What's going on? Who am I?" Saya asked, Carl pushed himself off her and sat up. He looked disappointed.
"Saya, you don't remember anything?" Carl asked. Saya nodded her head, her hair flowing with it and caressing her face. The shadows beneath her eyes no longer made her look ailing, but somewhat blissful, like a dark angel.
"You need blood to survive. You are a Chiropteran...Like me," he said. He touched her face with his gloved hand. His fingers traced her cheekbone and down to her jaw. Saya was not complete, without Hagi's blood she couldn't be complete. But he would make her complete, even if it meant tearing her soul apart, piece by piece. She would be his.
"Chiropteran?" Saya questioned, setting her hand on his.
You need your Chevalier's blood, don't you?
"Who are you?" Saya asked.
"You...Can call me Carl." Phantom said. He knew that the best way to get his Saya back was to let her come back by familiar blood. While Saya would love him willingly and forget about that evening in the warehouse. While she is prone to getting out of control and believing in his lies. While she had her Chevalier's blood inside her but not enough memories to hate Carl.
Diva screamed as she sliced her sword through the heart of a Chiropteran. Tears fell from her eyes as the Chiropteran hit the ground. The heart was a weak spot. The sword always had to go directly between the ribs because the skeleton was much harder than before. It was also the only option because her blood could not kill it; the creature was made from her blood.
"Forgive me, my creation," she whispered. This species of Chiroptera were her creations; it was very painful for her to kill them. She would often cry afterwards in Hagi's arms. She had to be brave though she didn't want to kill. Nonetheless, she had to because it was her duty to mankind.
Hagi wrapped his arms around her shoulders and Diva cried out into the evening sky. She began to resilience after weeping for a few moments and thanked Hagi.
"What do we do with the body?" Solomon asked.
"Just leave it, Red Shield will come and get it." Diva said. On the way home she visited her mother's temple and prayed.
I wish I was a strong as you. I don't want to fight anymore. I want to sleep for the first time and forget all I know. Including you. If it means that I don't have to fight anymore...I'd do anything.
"Saya is awake," Phantom told one of his scientists, Mr. Jordan.
"Should we start working on the enzymes then?" he asked.
"No, not yet. I want Saya to remember by the means of blood," Phantom said. Mr. Jordan chuckled, almost spitting out his coffee.
"No offense, sir. But you need her Chevalier's blood for that. Your blood won't suffice to such a thing!" Mr. Jordan chortled. Phantom punched his face, sending him to the ground. Mr. Jordan wiped his lips of the blood.
"Never mock your superior. Now, I'll be leaving to Okinawa tonight. I will return in a day or two. Keep an eye on Saya," Phantom said. He turned his head to the containment room she had woken up in.
"Why are you going to Okinawa?" Mr. Jordan asked.
"It really isn't any of your concern." Phantom replied walking away. He was going to get blood. He was going to his daughter.