Saya wriggled violently, freeing her limbs. She lunged at Carl but was shot and fell to the ground. She feebly crawled toward Carl, clawing at his feet and missing narrowly. Saya's eyes closed and her body became fatigued. Consumed by her weakness and tiredness she fell into a dreamless slumber.

"What did you use to knock her out?" Carl asked.

"A sedative. I need her asleep to get an ovum extraction, she should be out for a quite a while. I'll call in a crew to take her to a containment room," Mr. Jordan said. Carl nodded his head and crouched down before Saya. She lie still and asleep. He rolled her over and caressed her blood-spattered face.

"It's a shame, she was so beautiful. When she wakes up tell me. I want to talk to her," Carl said and then he exited.

-The Next Morning At Red Shield Head Quarters-

"Here's your identification card," Julia said as she gave it to Mathew. But Mathew pushed her hand away and smiled.

"I won't be needing it," Mathew said.

"Then how do you plan to get in?" Kai asked.

"Chiropterans can imitate themselves as the person they kill," Mathew said.

"I plan to break in by using my Chevalier abilities and then drink the blood of one of the scientists. Then, I will take their face and body into my own as a disguise. Its the safest precaution," Mathew said. Everyone in the room stood still.

"Just like your father would do," Julia said and then she turned to David. David nodded his head in agreement.

"Be careful son, Saya means a lot to us. And, you're my son," David said, but he didn't want to finish.

"What caused her to lose control?" Carl asked Mr. Jordan.

"Not memories, a blood test shows a small trace of the anti-memory in her blood. She would've had a seizure if she lost control by means of memory. We did an MRI of her brain, there was some unusual brain activity. Normally that type of brain activity happens when she loses control, blocking out any of her controlled brain activity. But, it showed both of those activities working together. It appears that the pills might have caused brain damage causing her control loss. But, there seems to be no real damage that could kill her. Her senses, awareness, and memory seem intact. If I am correct her brain function should be back to normal in no time," Mr. Jordan said.

"Good, and the ovum reanimation?" Carl asked.

"We should have the fertility injections ready in a few days if all goes well. Speaking of going well, the sedative should be wearing off in a few minutes," Mr. Jordan.

"Wonderful, I'd like to have talk with my Saya," Carl said with indignation. No, he would not try to physically harm Saya. At least, not severely.

Saya woke up a few minutes later in a medium sized metal chamber. The air vents were small and the door was sealed tight. Her body had been washed and a new dress clothed her body. She banged on the door with her fist until they bled and she screamed in anger. Finally, a few minutes later, when Saya sat in a corner and examined her bloodied hands, the door opened. Carl entered. Saya, almost instinctively, stood up and crept along the walls.

"Saya, why did you try to escape?" Carl asked. Saya leered at him with hurt and anger, but most of all with sadness.

"Because, you're a sick depraved bastard," Saya said softly, and somewhat regretfully. Carl chuckled and then neared her, Saya veered away from his path. But, he grabbed her arm and pushed her against the wall, still in his grasp.

"Saya, you're ill. Have you not been taking the pills?" Carl asked, he ran his fingers through her hair and caressed her face with his Chiropteran hand. Saya's eyes narrowed at his hand and she growled. Carl tightened his grasp on her arm, the slight crack of bones was heard. Saya whimpered but did not beg for mercy.

"I will not take them again, you are keeping something from me. I discovered it after I didn't take my dosage. And now, I want to remember everything you've done to me so I can kill you!" Saya shouted angrily. Carl rolled his eyes and leaned forward at her. Saya wriggled as he kissed her cheek. Carl moved back a bit and his eyes studied her.

"Why not kill me now? Do you still love me?" Carl teased as he leaned into her face. His lips nearing hers, Saya almost let him kiss her. Remembering those sweet tender lips, his mouth so warm and tasting of blood. His lips and body so experienced in physical love, it almost drove her crazy when he touched her.

But she came to senses and became angry. Saya, using her free hand, slapped him. Carl's head turned aside as the force from Saya's hand came into contact with his face. He chuckled and turned his head back to Saya. Saya was blushing softly, or perhaps she was red with anger? Either way it amused Carl and aroused him somewhat.

"I am nothing but a breeding animal to you! You don't care about me! All you care about is what you put inside me!" Saya shouted. She tried to escape but Carl grabbed her other arm and pinned her arms to her sides.

(A/N; Might I comment; "All you care about is what you put inside me!" DAAAMN! Get it?)

"Saya," he said softly. He released Saya and caressed the lining of her jaw and chin. He looked into her eyes, only seeing the tears that lucidly shined in their corners. And hatred and pain in the pupil and scarlet iris.

"If you were just a breeding animal to me I wouldn't have let you sleep in my bed and give all you needed. I would have let you be placed in the lab here where people would experiment on you like they did to your sister. I do not want that for you, I love you. Saya, my soulmate born unwanted, didn't you forgive me?" Carl asked, almost sensitively. Saya didn't answer, instead she pushed him away and ran. But she didn't make it far. In the middle of the room she collapsed to her knees and held one hand over the other as she pressed them into the ground.

She forgave Carl, and now she didn't want to forgive him at all! She wanted to kill him...and yet, she wanted to love him. She whimpered as tears shed from her eyes as she closed them. Carl walked to her and crouched down in front of her, setting a hand on hers. Saya's eyes opened with confusion and acceptation as she looked up at him. Carl set his other hand on her face and grinned.

"Won't you, Saya? Won't you let me take your hand and bring you back into my bed?" Carl asked. Saya stifled back her tears and turned her head aside. Her hair covering her beautifully depressing face. Carl's hand was forced away from her face, he tried to stroke her hair away from her face but Saya squirmed, her lips trembling.

"N-no..." she whimpered. Carl stifled his actions, Saya had not once said no to him since her awakening. Yes, she had denied at some points, but never said no.

"...I don't want to love you anymore. Forgive me." she implored. Carl stood up and looked somewhat disappointed. He left the room, without giving Saya to most subtle feeling of consolation.