You need blood to survive
Those words mocked her while she slept that night. She twisted and turned and looked terribly distressed.
"You are starting to remember aren't you?" Phantom asked as he set his hand on her shoulder. Saya flinched and turned aside. Phantom had returned earlier than expected tonight. He had given Mr. Jordan Hagi's blood to create the memory depressant. So, Hagi's blood would serve as the main ingredient in the memory depressant. There was a soft knock on his door. He opened the door to find Mr. Jordan there.
"I see you're back in your usual attire. Anyhow, we have some difficulties with memory depressant," Mr. Jordan said. Phantom looked over at Saya and scowled back at Mr. Jordan.
"This matter is best discussed in the lab. Not my bedroom," Phantom said as he walked out and shut the doors. They walked down the hall to Phantom's private lab. Phantom locked the door, endeavoring to keep this conversation extremely confidential.
"What is the problem?" Phantom asked.
"The pills won't work to the full capacity you want them to. We were told that since her memories are coming in earlier than expected she might remember certain things that are unwanted," Mr. Jordan said.
"I see, however, will they work at a fast pace?" Phantom asked.
"Indeed," Mr. Jordan answered.
"Then give her the pills, as long as they work for the time being there is nothing to fear. If she does, however, remember our true relationship I will resort to the enzyme Jaime gave her," Phantom said.
"Very well sir," Mr. Jordan said.
Saya awoke do to the pain in her stomach. Her body felt famished. Her skin chilled as the blood craving came over her.
Blood.
Her eyes shut closed and trembled only to open to a luminous crimson.
"No..." she whispered. Clinging to last bit of control she had she rummaged through Carl's wine cabinet. She pulled out one bottle and thirstily drank the crimson substance. Her eyes widening as she recognized the coppery taste and aroma. She fell to her knees and dropped the bottle. It rolled onto the floor and spilt crimson through the top.
Chiropteran? Blood to survive...What does he mean?!
Tears streamed from her eyes. She had only known him for a few days and she felt so insecure. Especially, ever since she remembered that terrible recollection her dreams had gone haywire and her emotions were splashing everywhere like uncontrolled waves!
"Saya, you finally understand what I mean by blood," Phantom said as he walked over to her. Saya wept for a moment and then looked up at him. She grabbed his wrist, almost clinging to him. She looked so beautiful to Carl right now, flawlessly beautiful. The tears, desperation, and curious affliction intricately detailed in her face. She was begging for Carl to make the pain stop, to deliver her. Carl knew how to salve her and nothing would please him more than feeling Saya's fangs in his neck.
"Please, I-I don't know what to do..." Saya entreated. Phantom sat on his knees before Saya. Saya's eyes remained on him, tears still shedding. Carl wiped her tears away and smiled softly. His face leaned forward at ear, he wrapped his arms around her waist and shoulders. Saya's squeaked in confusion and the tears ceased.
"Saya, you must feed," he whispered. Saya wrapped her arms around him and somewhat, unintentionally, dug her fangs into his neck. He wrapped his arms around her and embraced her. Once she finished a minute or so later she settled in his arms as he stroked her hair.
"Ca-Carl, you're so cold..." she whispered before falling into a contented daze.