Saya did not sleep that night; she didn't sleep the next night, or the nights following that. Weeks passed, everyone grew worried. When Saya was asked why she wasn't sleeping she didn't answer. One night, Kai walked up to her room and told her he had an extra concert tickets.

His plan was to get Saya drunk so she'd fall asleep.

"What's the band?" Saya asked grumpily. She stretched out and positioned herself down on the bed. But, she shot up and stretched again. Her body ached from not sleeping, and her eyes dry and bloodshot from lack of sleep.

"You're favorite, Evanescence," Kai said. Saya looked up and nodded her head. Perhaps, an adrenaline rush would take her mind off Carl. Kai left and Solomon entered, looking worried. Saya stood up, pulling her black jacket over her body. Her taste in clothes had changed; she wore black pants and boots, a pink tank top with a cut-net over shirt. She kind of looked gothic, but Saya always liked the color black and pink.

"Saya, it's been three weeks since you last slept. Perhaps, it is time to tell the others?" Solomon asked.

"No!" Saya snapped.

"They can never know!" Saya said. She turned her back to him. She held her arms at her sides, her hands trembling as they balled into fists. She began to weep.

"I love Carl, my heart aches from him and I can feel it hollowing. I-I don't want to go back to him in my dreams, and if he comes here then I must run. I mustn't be afraid...and I can't give in. I love Carl, and I will do anything to distance myself from him no matter how poignant his influence is on me," Saya wept. A few moments following that she turned around and pushed Solomon roughly out of the way. But, she stood still in the doorway, her hand sliding up one of its sides.

"Please, forget this. Forget everything I told you," she whispered and then left with Kai.

-Concert-

Now I will tell you what I've done for you

Fifty thousand tears I cried

Screaming, deceiving, and bleeding for you

And you still won't hear me

(Going under)

Don't want your hand this time

I'll save myself

Maybe I'll wake up for once

(Wake up for once)

Not tormented daily

Defeated by you

Just when I thought I reached the bottom

I'm dying again

Saya was bumped into by a man, when she turned around to say excuse me she was knocked into furiously and her head came in contact with the ground. She tried to get up but her body was so weak now, her eyes closed, blood pooling beneath her head. A blurred slit of reality was the last she could perceive.

"Forgive me..." she whispered.

Saya's head ached, but her body coursed with energy and all kinds of emotions. Was Carl doing this to her?

Anger, sadness, betrayal, lust...the emotions inexorably flowed into her body. She stood up; a sword was feebly held in her hand. Her clothes had been changed to a bloodstained dress that went above her knees. Her shoes gone, she could feel the prolific land of Carl's World. The sky lit by the moon and dim crimson stars. She lifted the sword to see her reflection, the blade shimmered silver. Her eyes almost shimmered as if they were the metallic surface of her blade.

"Saya! I've been waiting for so long! I'll give you back your pain...I will give you my love!" Carl shouted. Saya turned around, eyes glowing crimson. Carl was in his true form. Saya yelled in anger and lifted her sword over her head. Carl kicked her to the ground, her ribs CRACK! She coughed up blood and tried to get up but it hurt too much.

She screamed in pain, her dress sodden with blood. Carl crawled onto her, pushing her down and biting into her neck roughly. Saya screamed again and sliced her sword into his stomach, kicking him off. She stood up, looking at her bruised limbs, her body aching. Carl and Saya looked at each other.

"I want you to remember this night. We are mad with passion!" Carl said with envious passion. Saya charged at him, her sword pointed forward to strike him. But Carl flew up into the air and behind her. Saya turned around and stepped back hastily. She held her sword in front of her, the blade trembling. She leered at him with malice-engulfed eyes...Malice and passion; passion to kill him to love him.

"Yes! Like that! You and I will dance tonight; your hate will only prove you love me!" Carl mocked. Saya ran at him and yelled angrily. Carl grabbed both her arms and broke them, throwing Saya into the air and across the field. The fight continued for hours, finally as Saya stood a few feet from him; covered in her blood and every part of her sore from being wounded, she fell to the ground.

Carl's true form abated into himself and he walked over to Saya. His clothes in shreds from his transformation, he walked over to Saya and lay next to her. Saya lied on the ground panting and trembling in anger. Saya turned over and clawed at him feebly. Carl pinned her to the ground and smiled.

"That's enough Saya; you've showed me that you are too weak to fight your love for me. I want to give you more pain, if that is your wish to love me," Carl mocked. He kissed her, tasting her blood. She feebly pushed him away and weakly crawling along the ground. She had to get away, but she was so tired. So weak and emotionally hurt. She shut her eyes and fell into a trance where she could not dream.

Carl stroked the blood-tangled strands of hair away from her face and smiled in contentment.

"Pathetic creature, you'll soon realize that you cannot escape me unless I sanction it. And I will never let that happen." he mocked.