Just to be clear this is set in the 1800's in London.

Bold, Phantom singing

Regular, Saya singing

My songs are in this chapter!

Saya looked in her wardrobe for a decent dress, a formal one. Her under dress was made of white silk and she wanted to wear a gown of pink to match. She wanted to impress Solomon. When suddenly, the voice Saya had always heeded filled the room, anger joining in with its singing.

Foolish boy,

This persistent suitor

Indulging himself with your honor

Ignorant boy,

This pseudo angel

Unable to hear my victory

Saya's eyes widened in fear, she swiveled her head. The voice was angry...and yet it struck her as it was somewhat disappointed. No one was with her, but she knew that voice...Her teacher? She ran to the door, turning the knob but it would not open. Saya turned around; still, no one was there. She pressed her back up against the door, her eyes wandering the room. She stepped away from the door a bit and began to sing.

Familiar voice,

I hear you

I'm listening

I am glad you have come to me

Familiar voice,

My discretion was weak

Forgive me

Let me see you at last,

Stranger

The candles that lit her room dimmed, the room felt chilly. Saya felt a cold breath run down the back of her neck. And almost in a whisper, the man started to sing again. Nuzzling his cheek lovingly against hers and gently grasping her shoulders. Saya gazed solely at the mirror before her, which reflected the blue rose that she had laid before it. Though, the man's reflection was not seen his presence was visible.

Angelic young belle

You know I am not a stranger

You know why in shadow I dwell

Look at your shadow and see your teacher

I am here

Inside!

Saya turned her head to the side, crimson glowing eyes looking at her. At least, one eye, the other was covered by the man's batwing mask. The man's mouth neared her neck, baring his fangs. Saya pushed him away and ran to the other end of the room. Saya screamed in a somewhat operatic tune. It transformed into a song as he neared her. Saya's mind was strong, but he couldn't allow rebellion now.

Familiar stranger

I fear I know who you are

Familiar stranger

I now know, familiar and strange voice

The vampire smirked and held out his hand as he neared her. She backed away, afraid of death, and yet her eyes remained solely on the vampire. He was a beautiful vampire, as was his voice, and strangely his hunger for her blood was just as beautiful. Saya looked at his hand then back up at him, she was in somewhat a trance as he began to sing. His voice was hypnotizing, and frightfully solacing. Her eyes widened and then relaxed, her mind being overpowered by his voice.

I am your deliverer

Come to me angel of blood

Saya's face blanked of all expression and her eyes became half-lidden; she was being hypnotized. She slowly ambled toward, her hand reaching forward to take his. The smell of her blood aroused the vampire's every sense. His desire for her blood burning with mad passion.

I am your deliverer

Come to me my angel

Come to me my angel

Saya took his hand; tears starting to form and her face trembling. He pulled her closer and dipped her; Saya arms swiftly wrapped around him, her hands taking hold of his cape. The vampire grabbed her neck, his mouth open and nearing her collarbones. He bit down and began to drink eagerly, a soft moan escaping his lips. Saya's blood was delicious and poured down his throat like the cure that every sinner craved; purification.

He smiled into her skin as he drank her blood, for Saya was not cooing or whimpering. She was holding him, accepting him, unlike her sister. He had made her used to his presence, made her love him. However, he did not have time to finish his desired deed. A dagger suddenly was thrown at his head, in a flash of blue light he was gone, leaving the dagger to slid so narrowly past Saya's face as she fell back. The man who had thrown dagger caught Saya, brushing her hair away from her face and examining her pale countenance. The vampire turned around to see the black haired man was Hagi.

Ah,

My old enemy

I do not wish to fight

My solitude will end

Alas,

I will have soon made this beauty my bride

He looked down at Saya, she was indisposed and asleep in his enemy's arms. Her neck bleeding where he bit her, her blood dripping onto her dress and floor. Saya's capturer places a blue rose on the ground before him before disappearing into the shadows, a chilly wind filling the room.