Saya almost shot up after being released from Carl's world. She hastily felt at her neck, the cuts were gone. She hugged her knees and wept. She used to be so happy with Carl, but sadly, it was all one lie. One lie mixed together with mere pawns and Saya was the most credulous.

This is a world all our own, Saya

No one has to know but us

I love you and I want my revenge

Saya grabbed her head and pushed down hard on her temples. The thoughts, pain, and memories, the scent of his blood coming so quickly to her she could feel his cold blood slowly run warm through her veins. That thrilled depraved smirk flashed through her head slowly and froze on an image of which she could not decipher with apprehension.

"Dance. Dance. For me!" he orders as he throws his demonic arm at her. His claws gashing deep cuts in her face and body, it hurts so much. She screams and screams but there's so much pain in her mind. In her mind all she feels is pain and it creeps into her flesh. Her senses go haywire and everything is amplified tenfold for the moment. It seems in slow motion for the moment as she panted. Her sword in her hand deftly being motioned to strike him, she must kill him.

He looks at her and gasps somewhat before she prepares to strike. She lets out a yell of distress and anger but is interrupted by his quick reflexes. He grabs her sword and hands, pulling her down. He grabs her chin, pulling her face near his and he examines her eyes motionlessly. Their faces are so close now that she could smell the blood of all he's killed. Her eyes glowing with a crimson malice and something else she didn't want to know of. Her face displaying helplessness and fear, she doesn't want to fight.

"Saya, you haven't completely woken up yet, have you Saya?" he asked. Her eyes losing their malicious luster and to fading to a cinnamon brown, her enemy is so hurt now.

Saya's memories faded and she was once again staring down at her legs and hands. Solomon and Hagi walked in, Saya demanded that she sleep alone when she came home.

"Are you alright Saya?" Solomon asked. Saya looked up at him and then looked away. She was so distracted by her 'dreams' and memories. Carl was killing her; tearing her soul apart piece by piece, groping around in her emptiness for her heart. Once he had her heart he would burn out all love she felt and she would be nothing but a living hollow with nothing left to love. Only to be filled by pain and obligation, never to smile or feel compassion for anything again.

That is exactly what Carl wanted.

"I'm fine," she lied, trying to abate the sadness in her voice.

"I-I just remembered something, I-I don't want to talk about it," Saya said. Kai entered, the door was open.

"Lunch is ready, Saya. How are you feeling?" Kai asked. Saya didn't look at him. It hurt too much to know that if Carl succeeded she could never love anyone. In her mind, in order to fight Carl, she would have to become numb. To not feel or think, or else Carl would find her weaknesses and strike her down.

"Saya, are you alright?" Kai asked.

"I'm fine, I'll be down in a few minutes," Saya said coldly. Kai walked out. Hagi and Solomon left, giving Saya some privacy. Saya stood up from her bed and walked over to the full-length mirror she had. Her eyes examined her figure and then her face. She looked much paler than usual, probably perhaps from all the stress. She closed her eyes, a few tears raining from them.

Why would Carl want me? I am not beautiful or useful to him in any way. Can't he just leave me alone?!

Suddenly, she felt familiar arms wrap around her torso. One arm moved upward, its elbow resting on her shoulder and hand around her neck gently.

Why would you say you are not beautiful?

Carl! What the hell are you doing here?

Saya's eyes shot open and she looked in the mirror. Carl was there behind her, holding her. She swiveled her head, Carl wasn't there but when she looked in the mirror he was there.

How can this be?

I am in your head Saya; my physical body was badly damaged. Remember!

Aren't you supposed to be preparing my worst visit?! Now let go of me!

Oh, come now Saya. I felt you remember that night at Lycee de Cinq Fleche. You looked so appetizing in that dress and so pretty covered in your own blood. I just had to come and comfort you, if I didn't that would make me a terrible lover.

Sick demented bastard!

Carl's lips moved to her the space between the nape of her neck and front. He grinned evilly, holding Saya tighter so she wouldn't struggle. Saya squeaked.

Don't be afraid, Saya. It's a love bite, now; give me the sweet nectar that connects me to your broken heart. I will ease the pain to cause you more! I know you want it!

He bit down gently; Saya stood still and looked in the mirror. Small droplets of blood trickled down her chest, soaking into her gown. When Carl finished he removed his fangs from her neck, nuzzling his cheek against hers.

You got what you came for now leave!

No, not just yet.

Why, I serve no meaning to you.

That's not true Saya. Don't I comfort you?

Saya didn't answer, Carl chuckled. He caressed her neck with his finger for a few moments of silence. Then, he moved his mouth next to her ear and grinned evilly, preparing to speak.

You like it when I hurt you, Saya. It takes your mind off how much you love me and how much you want to be with me. If I didn't attempt to make love to you that night you would've never had the courage to kill me! I can taste your weakness in your blood, you pathetic beautiful creature.

No! I don't! I will kill you because my hate is all I have left for you! I am not weak!

Say you want me to hurt you until I make you scream for mercy.

No!

Say it!

Yes, I want you to hurt me! I want you to make me hate you! I want you to make me kill you so I can love you and hate myself for it! Please, beat me, bleed me, and make me beg for mercy! I want to fight you until I nothing left in my heart for you! I want you to be beat me until all I can think about is destroying you for love's sake! Until, I have nothing left to anticipate but fighting you!

Saya's closed her eyes and titled her head toward the ground. Tears fell from her eyes, her body trembling with anger and relief. Carl chuckled, it felt so good to hear Saya say she wanted him to hound her. Her screams and pleas would be much more blissful than anything else having to do with their love.

Soon, Saya, our love will begin with the blood of the innocent.

He vanished, leaving Saya to weep alone. When her eyes opened her neck was clean and there was no blood. Was it all in her head?