Saya stared down at the food that was presented before her. Mr. Jordan had brought it in, he hadn't left yet.

"You know," he started as Saya took a sip of water. Saya looked up at him with pain and anger.

"Carl loves you; I don't see why you won't cooperate with him. He really wants to have children with you," Mr. Jordan solaced. Saya threw a knife at him, it was a butter-knife but hell she was angry. Mr. Jordan narrowly missed it; Saya's inhuman strength had caused the knife to slice halfway into the metal wall behind him.

"I'm nothing but a breeding animal..." Saya whimpered. Tears shed from her eyes and she held her right hand feebly under her right eye. Saya loved Carl and she missed him. She missed his arm arms and body. She missed his touch...and his blood. But Saya denied Carl and suppressed her feelings for him. She hadn't seen him in a few days, not since she was placed here after losing control.

"I would like to have children with him too but he killed our child once already! I hate him and I'm going to kill him even if it means killing a part of me!" Saya screamed in anger. Mr. Jordan left the room hastily and somewhat freaked out, and went to his lab.

"Give her the fertility medications?" Carl asked.

"I mixed them in with the food, when she's finished you can bring her up to your chambers. The drugs should keep her fertile for about a week and a half. Just don't damage her anymore, she seemed very distraught when I brought her the food," Mr. Jordan said. Carl chuckled and crossed his arms.

"She much more fun to play with when she struggles, and much more desirable," Carl said in a teasing tone. He could feel his body become untensed by the thought of touching Saya, he smiled blissfully but suppressed his arousing body.

"Carl, I understand that you enjoy hurting her but perhaps why not just drink her blood so she doesn't feel much pain? I even feel sympathy for her!" Mr. Jordan said.

"She's in my bed, not yours," Carl mocked and then he walked away. Mr. Jordan soon left the room, not knowing of what would happen to him.

Mathew had snuck in a few minutes ago, he narrowly missed the camera. He lifted his nose, no scent of Saya. He had met Saya at a very young age, but he recognized her scent. Suddenly, a very small trace of her scent filled the air. He looked down the hall to see a man, whom had Saya's scent on him.

He ran the man at tremendous speed; he was invisible in a blue stream. He grabbed the man and pulled him away faster before he could scream. He threw him in a utility closet and locked himself in the room.

"A Chevalier!" Mr. Jordan exulted. Mathew turned around and pressed him up against the wall.

"Where's Saya?!" Mathew asked angrily, his eyes glowing red.

"As much as I feel sorry for her I can't let you jeopardize the work here," Mr. Jordan said.

"Then I'll suck the life and knowledge out of you!" Mathew yelled, he bit down in Mr. Jordan's neck. The blood flowing into his mouth and running into his veins.

Saya finished her food a few minutes later.

"Tasted rather funny, no wonder! The cooking here as sucked since day one!" Saya whispered heatedly. She heard someone enter the room; Saya looked up and saw Carl. She lay still on her bed and turned to her side. She didn't even want to look at him.

"Don't you want children Saya?" Carl asked. Saya shot up and gasped. But it was too late; Carl was already at the end of the bed. He was crawling on top of her; he hadn't forced her to lie down yet. His warm breath on her face, the smell of blood made Saya's eyes glow.

"Don't be afraid, you've never denied before," Carl teased. His fingers caressed her forearms, which supported her from behind. Carl's lips traveled downward to her neck, his lips caressing her neck just along the veins. Saya's choked on the tears, remembering those lips against her skin, biting, sucking, and tasting. Recalling the feeling of his lips warm and tender on her neck, sucking at her breasts, and pressing against her lips to solace her.

Carl's left hand traveled to the back of her neck, his other hand along her thigh. He pushed her back gently.

"NO! I don't want to have children with you! Please STOP!" Saya screamed. She kicked him in the stomach with her knee and plopped onto the floor as he fell to his side in pain. A minute later he sat up and looked down at Saya.

He chuckled.

"You have any idea how beautiful you are when you fight?" he teased. Saya sliding away from him but in an instant he was sitting behind her. He gently grabbed her neck and pulled her into his arms. Saya could hear his heartbeat, it broke her heart to hear it. They still beat at the same pace and rhythm. He picked her up and carried her out the door. Soon they were in his room, the door locked.

Saya backed away from him as he neared her. She kept her distance from the bed. Knowing how easily he could hold her down and ravish her. In an instant he was behind her again, this time he grabbed her arms and restrained them behind her. Saya whimpered, her eyes wandering the room in search of a weapon.

"Don't be 'fraid, Saya, you know I will not hurt you," he whispered. Saya felt him free her arms and in another instant he was in front of her, he cupped her face, leaning into her face. Saya's mouth opened in shock. He wasn't going to rape her, he was trying to seduce her. Carl was an experienced lover, and gentle. But at times, he was aggressive. Now would be an example of that time.

"Come with me, be one with me again, complete me," he whispered, he kissed her. Saya's squeaked and pulled back. But Carl grabbed her and kissed her again. Saya missed his lips and body, but she had to deny. She could feel her hands come up against his back and embrace him. Then her eyes shot open and she pushed him away.

"No! I don't love you!" Saya cried.

"Saya, I do not wish to force you like I had to before. You and I, we will become one!" he threatened. He grabbed her and gently tossed her onto the bed. He removed his kimono, exposing his well muscled chest. He held Saya down as he came on top of her, kissing her and tugging at her clothes.

"NO! Please! Don't!" Saya cried, wriggling and punching. Carl grabbed her wrists and pinned them down at the sides of her head on the bed. His face neared hers and he smiled.

"Shh, I promise it won't hurt," he solaced impishly. His lips pressed against her jaw and caressed downward to her neck. Suddenly his hands tightened on Saya's wrists and broke them. Saya screamed and kicked, but her legs were parted and would have no effect on kicking Carl straight-forward. His right hand traveled to Saya's left thigh, caressing it and parting it from pressing against his hip. His other hand caressed her ebony tresses, his lips at work with her neck. As soon as Saya's wrists healed she endeavored to push Carl off her. He was simply caressing her but he would lose his patience with her soon enough. He nibbled at her ear and chuckled.

"Don't deny, Saya," he solaced.

"NO! Get off! I said NO!" Saya cried. Carl sighed and lost his patience. As he was about to remove his pants the alarm went off and he knew he had no time to be with Saya. He got off her and quickly pulled on his kimono. Before leaving he glanced at Saya, who lie on the bed sobbing and repenting.

"I will be back to complete you." he warned her.