Bold, Solomon singing
Hagi knelt down before Saya's weak form, he held two fingers to a vein on her neck. Saya's pulse was a little faded, but stable. He smiled softly; relieved he wouldn't have to kill her.
"Hm, he didn't bite you long enough to infect you. Don't worry, Solomon and I will protect you," Hagi said. Solomon ran in the room as fast as he could.
"I smell Phantom, is he here?" he asked as he looked around the room. His eyes glowing red and fangs bared, Solomon looked at the being in Hagi's arms.
"Saya..." he whispered, his physical vampire aspects retracting into him. He knelt in front of Hagi, who sat on his knees and held Saya in his arms. Solomon smelled Phantom on her, and in her.
"He came to transform her, Saya was his student. He believes that she is worthy," Hagi said.
"Did he...succeed?" Solomon asked. Hagi shook his head, stroking the hair away from Saya's neck. Neither of them wanted Phantom to hurt Saya. Both knew what Phantom did to his victims before he killed them. Solomon had to watch his lover die, by rape and draining of her blood. His lover was merely a human when Phantom came to her, but Saya, was his student; his artwork. He would stop at nothing to complete his artwork.
"No, but our friend, the infamous Vampire of the Opera, will return. We must watch her closely, or he will succeed," Hagi said.
"What do we do about the bite marks?" Solomon asked. Hagi normally took care of the bite marks if the victim lived.
"The substance that our vampire fangs inject to mortal blood to prevent clotting will allow her to heal faster. In the morning the marks will be nothing but white scars, let us pray she doesn't remember," Hagi said. He set her in Solomon arms and within a blue stream he disappeared.
"Don't fret love, I will protect you," Solomon alleged, planting a soft kiss on Saya's lips.
Damn them hunters!
Damn them all!...
When I was so close,
Silently turning my mortal bride
Slowly, secretly, lovingly
Making her mine...
Damn them...Damn them all!
Next when she sings I will be there to watch
Soon, she will sing my Opera with me
The Gates of No Return!
Phantom/ Vampire of the Opera laughed maliciously and with another billow of his cape he jumped in front of the organ he played.
The Gates of No return...
Quite a cliché
But a quaint performance
Crimson caresses
Upon my lover's face
I will make her sing
Make her scream out her entreats
Make her...
Want me
The Gates of No re-TURN!
He laughed maliciously again. His daunting laughter echoing off the walls of his cavern.
"Saya, together, we'll pass through the Gates of No Return!"
That morning Saya shot up and screamed, Solomon sat in a chair across the room.
"Saya, you collapsed last night. Did you have a nervous breakdown?" Solomon asked. He walked up to her and sat on the bed next to her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and wept.
"It was terrible! I saw him! The Vampire of the Opera in the form of my teacher! I don't remember what he did to me...but it was terrible. I could feel my life crumble and flow into him," she whimpered. Solomon stroked her hair and smiled.
"The Vampire of the Opera doesn't exist. The last vampires died out before you were born," Solomon solaced. Saya pushed him aside and stood up from her bed. She looked in her mirror. Her reflection looked petrified.
He came to me
Calling me his angel
Coveting me
I fear him
Please promise me
It was just a nightmare
(It was a mere nightmare and nothing more)
All in all
I feel he's taken from me
I felt my life crumble and flow into him
Solomon walked up to her, just aside the mirror so he was not in front of it. He grabbed her hand a pulled her close into his arms. Embracing her and solacing her, how warm her flesh felt. Solomon had not felt such living warmth in years. Vampires have no need for the warmth, they could live in below freezing climates for centuries in hibernation. Or in the deserts for decades.
However, Solomon had never put much tent on his physical feeling ever since his turning. But, it was new this time. Saya's flesh was warm with innocence, as was her heart. He could not allow Phantom to take that away from her.
I assure my love
He has not come
And if he has
Let him watch out
Existing or not we shall banish him
From both mind and body
Saya looked at him dubiously and then grinned. She wrapped her arms around his neck, there lips near. Her breath warm on his face. She looked into his eyes as if she was searching for something.
If he is not real then promise me...
I will promise you what you desire
That he has not touched me
He hasn't touched you
Promise me...
I promise you
(You're the only one real to...)
You're the only one who will be real to...
Their lips neared, their eyes beginning to shut.
Me
(Me)
They kissed, Saya's eyes closed as did Solomon's. Amshel entered the room, forcing Saya and Solomon to end their kiss.
"We must rehearse for the week's concert. Get dressed Saya. Solomon, come. You must watch, Saya is our new star," Amshel said. Saya nodded her head and walked away from Solomon. Solomon exited the room with Amshel.
"Honestly, Solomon, if you're going to fraternize with my singers then do it with ones who don't sing often," Amshel said. Solomon smiled softly.
"How can I resist? She's so beautiful..." he said childishly. He would never hurt Saya, nor feel the urge to hurt her. He took a seat in one of the private booths. He pondered about Saya.
Saya,
I will protect you
Even if it means risking my immortality
I will not let you die to live as an immortal
In the darkest bed
Seized lover of such a demon
I love you
I promise
Phantom will soon, no longer, be real.