Solomon could feel his strength diminish as he listened to Saya sing. The sun was in the sky and during daylight vampires needed to sleep. At least the young ones, he and Hagi were young vampires. Hagi was turned approximately two years ago, Solomon about a year ago. When their powers and inhuman abilities would be finished maturing they would be able to stay awake for decades without sleeping or feeding.

Now, he had to recede to his coffin in the attic. Where Hagi was, that was first place he had met Hagi. Hagi was turned by a vampire who tried to kill him but he got away. He hunted The Vampire of the Opera now because he believed that even an immortal shouldn't getaway with such scarlet crimes.

Solomon's past lover, a young Opera singer, was murdered by Phantom. He asked Hagi to turn him, together they fought. But neither one knew how old Phantom was; they hoped he was no older than they were.

He stood up and clapped when Saya finished singing.

"Forgive me, my dear singers and Saya. I must leave and take care of some business," Solomon said.

"Are you not well?" Saya asked concernedly.

"No, but I have a few errands to run. I will see you all tonight," Solomon said and then he walked away. Up in the attic he saw Hagi putting his cello case away.

"Do you think Saya will be alright without us there to protect her?" Solomon asked. If he remained awake he would not have the strength to protect her. And neither would Hagi.

"Let us pray. I left her a silver cross to wear around her neck. I give them to all female Opera singers here," Hagi said, opening his coffin.

"I know. I saw it around her neck. It burns to look at it, but soon, when we are decades old will no longer be vulnerable to its noxious charm. Sleep, well. Blood brother," Solomon said, closing his coffin.

Hours passed, it was round seven pm when the shadows started to lengthen. Saya had retreated to her chambers to take a bath. Now, in her chamber's bathroom she sat still in the bathtub. Her body relaxed and mind clear. The room somberly lit.

A shiver traveled up her back, she looked around the room. No one was there.

He called me his angel

His angel of voice and tears

She sang softly and then shut her eyes. Tears began to wet her face and could not be distinguished from the bath water on her face.

And that you are

My angel

Saya grasped a her robe and quickly tied it over her body. It accentuated her curves delicately.

"Who's there?!" Saya yelled, there was nothing but silence. She backed away, slowly heading to the door. Only to bump into someone. The being, Phantom, set his hands on Saya's shoulders and moved his mouth to her ear,

Cry for me

As I come to you

I've come to claim

What's rightfully mine

The humanity

Inside of you

It does not fit someone so worthy

You will die to be immortal

Saya cringed, holding her robe tighter body. She felt his breath down the back if her neck, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders. He brushed the hair away from her neck, his fangs nearing a saliently seen vein. He tore the cross away from her neck, throwing it aside. Saya squirmed and ran out of the bathroom, only to be pinned to the bed by Phantom.

"Let me go!" Saya pleaded. His mouth neared her ear, he chuckled.

"Why darling? You're mine, silence. My belle of blood; my student, it is time to make you mine," he solaced. His voice was so calm and tranquil, it frightened Saya. She wriggled.

Have you no pity

Shame

Or guilt?

Can't you see that I do not want to die?

Saya wriggled and tried to move her hands which lie pinned before her head. Phantom squeezed her wrists tighter, crack, they broke. Saya was about to scream, only to be muffled by Phantom's lips. He tasted of blood, so much blood. Saya's eyes shot open and tears streamed from them. When he parted the kiss he smirked, his mouth moving downwards. Was Phantom really the teacher who had taught her, or the murderer who ruthlessly killed her sister? Whichever he was, she certainly knew that as long as she was human, she had to stay away from him.

He was not the creature her voice merged with when she sang. And if he was...Someone save her.

Pity,

That you will not accept me

Shame,

That you do not ask for my loving bite

Guilt,

What for?

You will be mine...

"Now, where to bite you?" he asked disdainfully. His lips kissed her neck ravenously down along a vein. He stopped at the space between the nape and front of her nape of her neck and smiled. He could hear Saya's heart pounding and the pulse slowly increase.

"You're sensitive here, I want to hear you scream," he teased, his mouth opening wider and nearing the sensitive place on her neck. Saya wriggled and whimpered.

Please, don't...

(Shhh, my darling)

Phantom's cheek nuzzled her neck, his cold breath running through Saya's wet tresses. Saya shivered and ceased begging, her entire body trembled. She was so afraid and defenseless now, she was going to die only to reborn to a monster. She would belong to Phantom, never to escape or be free unless he sanctioned it.

I will claw you from death's hands

And grant you new life

With the blood in my veins

The tip of his fangs touched a vein, slowly and painfully slicing into her flesh. Saya squeaked and cried, trying to get him to stop. But he continued to swill her blood and Saya grew weak. Finally, when Saya could barely breathe, Phantom lifted himself off of her. His lips locked with Saya's as he bit into his tongue and his blood pooled into his mouth. His blood flowed into Saya's mouth and into her veins.

Saya couldn't refuse, it wasn't intentional but Phantom had placed a curse inside her. The curse's obscene deeds were already at work inside her mind. Saya wriggled violently as the transformation convulsed every muscle in her body. Phantom held her as she cried in pain, assuring her the pain would end soon.

"It is all well, my darling. Your pain is mine," Phantom solaced as he wiped her tears away. Finally, when it was over, Phantom stood up and looked at Saya evilly.

Soon

My enemies will awaken

Now my darling

Merge with me

Give yourself to me

Phantom sat next to her, pulling her up into his arms and kissing her. His kiss wasn't passionate, it had no emotion to contribute. It was hollow and somewhat desperate to feel Saya's now living dead flesh. He wanted Saya to kiss him back, but she didn't. Instead, Saya pulled the covers over her body, not wanting Phantom to see. Phantom tugged the robe away from her body but Saya denied, she was going to fight with the little control and strength she had.

He kissed her again and held her. He undid his cape and it fell beside Saya's bed; next, his tie and vest. Saya knew what was happening. She had read that most vampire mating rituals often occurred after a victim was turned. Usually depending on the gender or case of the victim. And, her giver of immortality would mate with her, and by a vampire impulse she would not be able to deny soon.

Accept me into you

Into both body and soul

"No..." Saya whimpered. Phantom studied her, somewhat intrigued. He smirked evilly and held a finger to Saya's lips. His shadow sliding over her skin, his eyes began to glow crimson. His want for his masterpiece was strong, but his artwork was not yet complete. He would have to wait to take her virtue and mind. He chuckled and wiped the blood from her chin. His lips pressed against her neck and he eagerly began to suck her blood. Though, she was now of his blood, the blood he had given had a very different taste than before. Before, it was a delicious cure, but now it was heavenly nectar.

He brought his mouth to her ear. He straddled her waist and her robe slid off her. Though, his focus was no on her body, but on her mind. How impatient he was to make her his and his alone. And how he desired to feel her unblemished flesh against his scarred, ashen skin. However, nothing could describe the sensation he received when she sang; and their duets would be heaven.

"I will wait my darling. When you are willing to grant me your mind. If not then, I will take it," Phantom promised her. He cupped her chin and kissed her forehead. His enemies would awake soon...