The sunlight hit Saya's eyes. Her eyebrows twitched as well as her eyelids. She stretched her arms, feeling at the other side of the bed. No one was there. She distinctly remembered Carl falling asleep with her last night. Or at least it seemed like he was sleeping. Ever since she awoke with amnesia she hadn't seen him eat or sleep. All he did was work and drink a crimson substance from a chic wineglass. She was offered a drink as well without being told what the substance was. It was too translucent and thick to be red wine. And as far as she knew it smelled coppery and unappetizing.

She did not want to try it. She was given human food to eat and acted as polite as possible when being offered something.

"Carl?" she asked as she sat up. She pulled the silk blanket over her chest and shoulders as she had a chill. She stood up from the bed and quickly wrapped the red bed robe around herself. She opened the doors of Carl's chambers and exited to the halls. She saw a maid and smiled softly.

"Excuse me," Saya said. The maid halted and looked at her respectfully. Saya ambled up to her and smiled.

"Do you know where Carl is?" she asked. The maid smiled;

Stick to the story they've been paying you to tell.

"He had to leave late last night for an emergency at work. He won't be back until a day or two, perhaps he will return tonight. He sends his regrets," the maid answered politely.

"Thank you," Saya said. She was about to walk away when another question came to mind. She turned around again and the maid halted.

"How are Carl and I involved with one another?" Saya asked. A blush reddened her cheeks as she remembered last night when he kissed her. His lips were tender and gentle. Yet at the same time somewhat deniable, like unrecognizable poison.

"You and Carl are lovers. You were terribly ill and was comatose for a while. The doctors told us you would probably awake with no memory. They were right. But Carl still loves you very much and will do anything in his power to help you remember," she lied, partly anyhow.

"Thanks. I also have to ask; do you know what a Chiropteran is?" Saya asked. The maid's face blanked.

"I-I have to get back to work. I'll send a memo to the cook to prepare your breakfast. Good day," she said hastily before walking into another room to clean it. Saya lifted an eyebrow in curiosity and suspicion. However, deciding that it was best for Carl to tell her, she receded into his chambers to dress herself.

The wardrobe she was given consisted of entirely crimson gowns. Her favorite was a v-neck with long flaring out sleeves. It felt somewhat familiar the way its design was sown in. Carl had also said she looked ravishing in crimson.

Though, for some reason, she felt drawn to Carl she also felt that she couldn't be with him. And when one has something one feels is wrong it drives one absolutely demented until a verdict is found. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, trying to search her eyes for the answer.

Nothing.

A crimson substance suddenly distilled from the peak of her forehead, dripping down her face and off her chin. She pulled herself away from the mirror and squeaked fearfully. She ran her fingers over her face but no blood was there. Little did she know that was memory of the night she died. At least, she thought she died.

"Ho-how is Mathew doing?" Diva asked Julia. Julia turned to her and scowled. She was not too happy about Mathew being force-fed Diva's blood. However, she accepted the fact that it was only way to save him. With the damage done to his bones there was no chance of him surviving.

"He's stable, what are you going to tell him when he wakes up?" Julia said. Diva turned around to look at Hagi and Solomon. She wept. She held her face in her hands and whimpered.

"I-I don't know. I-I just want him to live! Leave me alone!" Diva said. Hagi tried to solace her but she ran out of the room.

"Aren't you gonna go after her?" Julia asked Hagi and Solomon.

"There are things we cannot help her with. This is something she must solve for herself. If that is her wish," Hagi said.

Diva ran and ran. She couldn't take it anymore. First, she was told that she and her cousins were a weapons and then she had to kill something created with her blood. Not only killing those creatures but killing her humanity. Now, she is told that the love of her life would live an immortal life of solitude. Only to obey her wishes and live for her demands.

And...Her father being the cause of all this trouble. Her life used to be so happy and nice until she turned nineteen. Her birthday gift was the truth. With those words she so credulously accepted she left everything behind. And now, eleven years later she still wasn't accustom to the battle.

She didn't know how long she ran but she ceased her running when she was near her mother's tomb. She pressed her back up against a tree and set a hand on her ribcage. She panted silently and then fell to her knees in anguish. She set her face in her hands and whimpered.

"Please...Why can't it end?!" she cried.

"Diva..." a voice whispered. She looked up at a dark figure before her.

"Fa-father?" she asked. She stood up and backed away.

"My beautiful little girl!" he said, almost in a disdainful tone.

"I'm not your daughter!" Diva shouted. Phantom neared her, setting his claw on her shoulder. Diva was too distraught to fight.

"I came to bring you home. I don't see why you should suffer," Phantom said.

"You're the reason why I'm suffering. Now LEAVE! I'll kill you if I have to!" Diva shouted, removing the dagger from her hair. Phantom chuckled as he grabbed her wrist and slid the dagger from her hand. Diva turned her head away.

"Silly girl, you are my creation. Your blood cannot hurt me...And I don't want to have to hurt you. It pains me to keep you from your mother. So come with me if you don't want to feel anymore pain," Phantom offered. Diva's eyes glowed red as yanked her hand from Phantom's grasp and ran.

"You aren't here! I am not your daughter and you are not my father!" Diva shouted, running and holding her hands over her ears. Phantom jumped down in front of her and grasped her shoulders. The dagger he had taken from her he used to slice into her stomach to make her weak. She grasped his wrist, forcing him to pull out the dagger. She fell to her knees, Phantom with her. Tears shed from Diva's eyes; she didn't want to fight her father. Despite all he's done she still loved him.

"Diva. Soon you will sleep and live with another family. One you will believe to your very own blood family. However, when you begin to awake because of your Chevalier's blood you will realize that Saya and I are the only real blood family you have left," Phantom said.

"You're not family! Kai has been like a father to me since I was born! You, on the other hand, have never even seen me before until last night! They are my true family!" Diva shouted.

"Do you really believe their lies? I was there when you were born, were they?" Phantom asked in a somewhat derisive tone. Diva tilted her head toward the ground.

"Phantom," she whispered. It hurt too much to use the word father.

"You are a part of me. And I am a part of you. You cannot deny your blood. And you cannot deny your face. Come with me, if you do not want to feel more pain. We'll all be one happy family! You won't have to kill anymore and you can see your mother! Wouldn't you like that? You know, your mother has never seen you and she would be quite happy to know of you," Phantom offered. Diva looked up at him as he reached out his hand to her. Diva hesitated but she reached out her hand, about to accept his offer. Until a dagger was thrown at Phantom, knocking him aside.

"Diva! Get away!" Solomon shouted. Diva hesitated and then ran to Solomon and Hagi. Phantom stood up and chuckled, pulling the dagger from his shoulder.

"So, this is the life my flesh and blood chooses?" Phantom said as Hagi gave Diva her sword. She pointed it at him in an angry manner. Her face hardened with hurt and anger.

"Very well, however, because of this choice I will not hesitate to bring you all down. Saya and I can conceive many more children together. Pity, though, the first child did come in handy." Phantom said before he flew away.

"I'm sorry..." Diva whispered, falling to her knees and whimpering.

No, Carl and Saya did not make love. They will though, trust me. If you do not like Carl and Saya lemon then do not read chapters ten, eleven, and seventeen.