I'm revealing what Phantom does to his victims before he kills them so...Leave now if you cry easily.
Solomon's and Hagi's eyes shot open as, in their heads a soft whimper flooded in. Pitiful and defenseless, the whimpering being sounded.
Saya!
They both realized. They ran to her chambers, only to see her in Phantom's grasp. She wasn't breathing, but her body clung to the essence of dead life. Her skin much paler and even her hair looked darker. For Saya laid slumbering, tears and blood sparkling on her face and neck. Phantom stood over her bed, tying his cape back up.
"Phantom, you bastard! If you did dare do such things to Saya...!" Solomon shouted. Phantom held a finger to his lips and told them shush. He smirked and chuckled, he took something out of his pocket. In so doing he also removed a silver dagger from beneath his cape; which he pointed at Saya.
"Of course not, she is not ready. Now Solomon, you know well that I do such things to those mere, untalented girls. Such as your lover, perhaps? " he said. Solomon's face was now dominated by anger. How dare Phantom mock him?! How dare he remind Solomon of his past lover's death?! Phantom held up a blue rose and grinned.
"Give this to her when she wakes up. Which I believe is in a few minutes, she'll need to feed. Animal blood won't do during the first feeding," he mocked then he dropped the rose to the floor. His daunting laughter echoed as he disappeared mysteriously into the shadows.
Solomon picked up the blue rose.
Red roses that were nourished with vampire blood had blue petals as the effect. The rose would never wilt because of the blood. The flower would remain fully bloomed and stunning with the most demonic obsession to which it was given. Even if it was torn apart the remains would stay fresh and never shrivel.
Saya, the Vampire of the Opera's fetish, was given another blue rose.
"Should we tell her everything?" Hagi asked. After all, Solomon was the one Saya adored with all her heart. He would have to ask him.
"No, I will tell her. When she wakes up, now leave. We shalln't hunt Phantom this night, Saya has had enough stress as it is," Solomon said dejectedly. Hagi nodded his head and disappeared into the shadows as well.
Saya awoke a few minutes later as guaranteed. She sat up, wrapping the covers around her body tightly. She looked at Solomon, who sat in a chair next to her bed.
"Solomon...what happened to me?" she asked. Her body ached and throat dry from the thirst. Solomon walked up to her and hugged, Saya gasped. Solomon was crying, his tears wetting Saya's neck.
"I'm so sorry Saya. I couldn't help, oh Saya. Please forgive me for not protecting you," Solomon said. Quick flashes of Phantom's and Saya's encounter ran through her mind. The place where he bit her neck tingled, remembering the cold fangs that tore inside of her flesh.
Saya eyed the vase of three blue roses on the drawer next to her bed. She wanted to deny the truth.
"Solomon, what happened? My body hurts and I'm so thirsty," Saya said piteously. Solomon looked into her eyes, more tears provoked from looking into Saya's eyes. They were crimson now, plain but crimson. She looked so hollow and filled with the undead life vampirism granted.
She was scared and confused.
"Saya, the Vampire of the Opera came to you and turned you. He solaced you and left, I'm sorry I couldn't help," Solomon said in a softly sad tone of voice. Saya pushed him away and laughed somewhat.
"What?" Saya asked. Solomon bared his fangs to her, Saya gasped.
"You are the Vampire of the Opera?" Saya cried.
"No, I would never hurt you. Get dressed; I have much to tell you and show you," Solomon said and then he left.
Saya nodded her head obediently and dressed quickly, not being finicky about what she was to wear. She met Solomon outside her room and he escorted her outside. They passed Amshel and he nodded his head and so did Solomon. Saya was too confused to understand so she kept walking.
They ceased walking at the park and sat on a bench, the park was empty at this time of night. Solomon placed a hand on Saya's cheek; her skin was so ashen now but the warmth was felt. Solomon's skin had never paled like hers, usually the physical appearance of vampire victim depended on who turned them.
"Saya, the Vampire of the Opera, Phantom, has turned you because he believes you are worthy to be in his bed as an immortal. You see, a few years back several murders took place in that Opera House. Amshel had brought in a vampire to use a test subject. The vampire was known as Phantom and was one of the few left. In return, Phantom wanted blood and autonomy to do whatever he wished to his victims, and get what he desired. Amshel agreed, Joel agreed to this as well. It wasn't until he began to kill did they realize their mistake," Solomon said.
"You mean, they've known and they've let him do this to me?!" Saya wept. Solomon did not answer, he continued on with the story.
"Phantom saw music as hope and victimized women who sang the most angelic music in his heart; Opera. His murders were an endeavor to avenge his lost heart. Preferably he murdered women with black hair, the reason was that their hair color represented the blackness of his music. He murdered one of them who happened to be my lover," he cut his own sentence off. Tears came to his eyes, he remembered seeing his dead lover's frightened face on her dead body. Her body was covered in her own blood and deep claw marks sliced into her naked flesh. Bruises on her neck; she was strangled while her death took place. Fear of what had happened to his lover before then...She was brutally beaten, raped, and murdered. Whoever killed her took their time in torturing her to acquire the sinful pleasure of murder. She was drained of both her innocence and blood. He could not let that happen to Saya; whose virtue and blood still remained in her and so fresh to her master.
He continued his story.
"I turned to Hagi, the cello player, he was turned a year before my lover was killed. I asked him to turn me, to help protect victims. But, Phantom alleged that he would not leave until he found a bride and he distinctly ask for you. That's when Joel brought him to you. Do you remember, Saya? You told me of the teacher who knew music unlike any other? He was brought to you when you ten, you were to be his bride. He took pity upon you for that," Solomon asked kindly. Saya's eyes widened. She remembered, he was the one who sculpted her voice to perfection. The man who inspired her voice to rise and then...oh dear...sing.
"When he believed that he would never find the one who would complete him, he freed himself from Joel and Amshel's power. No one can stop him, expect us," Solomon said sadly. Saya grabbed his shoulder and shook him.
"Are you telling me I am damned to his bed?!" Saya asked angrily and sadly. Solomon hugged her and whispered in her ear his promise.
"Saya, I love you. I won't let him hurt you anymore, but I can't protect you always. But I promise that you will never have to suffer him again. I promise," he said, he separated the hug and looked into her eyes, they glowed crimson as did his. They both were hungry for blood.
"That if he touches you again...I will kill him," he promised and then he kissed her softly. Softly but passionately, his love reigned over his lips and into Saya's mouth. When the kiss ended Saya thanked him for his loyalty. Then she turned her head to a small squirrel and then turned to Solomon.
"I'm so thirsty, I don't want to kill," she wept.
"Saya, forgive me," Solomon said, he walked away and did not return for a few minutes. When he returned he grabbed Saya's hand and led her to a man who lie behind the bushes. He was homeless and was half dead. Solomon had hounded him so Saya could feed.
"Saya, you must feed. I know first feedings are hard but you must drink mortal blood the first time. Then you can move to animals, I'm so sorry," he whispered. Saya nodded her head and closed her eyes as she bit into the neck of the homeless man. She drank and drank until he was dry and then ran into Solomon's arms and wept. No one saw them.
If I am to live forever with this curse
Trapped in this body with my soul so unwilling
Will you promise me that it will not have been in vain?
Promise me my maker will perish in his own misdeeds
Solomon held her hand and squeezed it. He pulled her tighter up against his chest and wept along with her.
I can promise so many things
But my darling we must wait and see
What fate brings