I used an online translator to write an Italian Opera.

AhhhahahahAhah

AhhhahahAhahAhahAhahAhahh

Un angelo volli lasciare

Ogni demonio volli proibire ahh

Non della terra noi sono

Ma abitiamo non sotto

Ahhhhahahohahahahahahhohhh

The lovely crescendo echoed throughout the cavern. Phantom took her hand, holding it his chest. Saya could feel his heart beat rise and fall passionately. It was a strange shock; vampires did not have a heartbeat...Could this be part of her dream? He set a hand on her face. Saya had ceased singing. Phantom released her and his fingers returned to the organ. He began to play the notes for the next verse of his song.

"Go ahead, finish it," he order Saya.

Rosso bellezza volli presso là

Come sangue dalla fanciullo-

OHHHHH!

Rosso pena della angelo volli lasciare-

Ehhhehheh

OhohohahhohahAh

AhahAhahAhahhh

Ahahahahah

Ahahah

ohohoh

ahAHHHH!

Rosso pena della un angelo volli lasciare

Un angelo volli lasciare

Ogni demonio volli proibire ahh

Non della terra noi sono

Ma abitiamio non sotto

Rosso bellezza volli presso là

AHHHAHHHHAHHHHAHAHAHHH!

Della angelo!

Che decorso a lui volli lasciare!

Sorpa decorso della demonio proibire!

AHHAHHHAHAHHHAHHHHH!

Ma volli stare un angelo

Non ovvero dalla un mente

AhAHHH!

Volli!

Un angelo volli lasciare!

AHHHAHHHAHAHAHAHHHHAH!

AHHAhahohhoh

AhohhhAhhahh

"You sound much better than your sister; as much as I would love to teach you more, I have other intentions in mind," he said. He leaned into her face and smirked impishly. Saya pushed him away, stood up, and stepped back. Phantom stood up and neared her.

"How dare you?! How dare you mention her in my presence?! You killed her! You bastard! How could I have fallen so-Hm!" Saya yelling was ceased when Phantom's lips pressed against hers. Once again, the kiss was hollow, desperate, and ravenous for the warmth of her flesh. And oh, how he loved to feel that warmth against his scars.

Saya pushed him away and blushed unintentionally, the craving for her giver of immortality returned. Her eyes burned crimson, craving his blood and body. She shut her eyes tightly, her fists clenching with her arms against her chest. She turned her head, denying with struggle and fear.

Loving stranger,

Certainly you are not mine

Phantom chuckled and grabbed her wrists. He smirked slyly and pulled Saya into another emotionless kiss. This time, he bit her lower lip and his tongue slipped from his mouth and over Saya's lips; tasting the blood. The kiss soon parted after Saya squeaked and pulled away.

Certainly I am

You cannot deny

Saya looked at him pitifully and angrily. How could she? It wasn't her fault though, it was Phantom's. Phantom made her into this monster...this creature that was meant to satisfy him alone. Saya knew she would have to find a way to escape, or, at the least, try to deny. Saya pushed herself away from his grasp and Phantom chuckled.

"Oh, come now Saya. Have I not taught you well? Your sister's teacher, Nathan, was so ignorant of music's true beauty. It was hopeless for your sister to learn music's secrets and enchantments. That's why I let you live, to see what my teachings have wrought into your soul. Nathan did not live decades with it as his only hope to live. Your sister's song was so beautiful, sorrowful, and sinister. However, she was not worthy of immortality like you. It was a great pleasure taking that song from her and giving it to you. Taking the songs from all those women was pure..." Saya smacked him across the face.

"You monster! What have you done to me?!" Saya shouted, tears streaming from her eyes and body trembling. Phantom smirked and chuckled, amused by Saya's audacity and distress. He was also somewhat disappointed; Saya didn't want to remember his face. Then again, he was depressed when he was her teacher and without the mask. But, his teachings were still the same; his poetry, music, and knowledge of music still the same. Nonetheless, soon, and without dispute, he would have to reveal his face to Saya.

"How wonderful; give in to that emotion. Emotions such as that are the emotions you will sing with. You will sing with me, my student!" he said demandingly.

"You used me a child to do your evil biding! I may know what face lies behind that mask but you are not human looking to me! Not then and not now!" Saya cried.

Sing for me my angel

His hypnotizing spell made Saya's eyes glow to a deeper scarlet. Desperately, she fell to her knees and clutched her hands over her ears. She shut her eyes, not wanting to witness what Phantom was going to do to her.

His song still broke through.

Sing for me!

Never

Not ever again

Sing for me!

His song tugged at her heart, it felt like he was bleeding her soul from her heart. Taking in the sweet life-force that made her her and replacing her with the darkness of his music. She opened her mouth and let out a shrill operatic cry to satisfy him. Phantom grabbed her hand and pulled her up, leading her down the stairs of the alter. He led her into another room where the candles heat gave no warmth to her, she was cold.

Scream again my angel of blood"

"It is time to make you mine..." Phantom whispered.

Phantom lustfully grasped her shoulders and dipped her. Phantom's lips wandered up her neck, pressing against the veins and softly moaning at the faint pulse of her heart. He opened his mouth on her skin, his fangs coming in contact with her flesh and biting down. Saya squeaked, it was only a dream and she knew so, but it felt so real and painful. Her blood was warm and fresh with virtue and it tasted ever so delectable to flow into the heart of darkness.

His tongue trailed over the bite marks when he finished drinking, tasting the coppery and satisfying flavor of his 'lover's' blood as the wounds healed. His lips proceeded along her jaw, his mask brushed up against her cheek. For his student was whimpering through it all.

"What? Aren't you going to bother to taste my blood?" he pulled her up, bringing her lips to his neck.

"It's quite common with vampire lovers," he said.

"Lovers?!" Saya pushed him away and stepped back.

"I am not your lover!" Saya said. Her balled hands waving and so did her hair. Phantom appeared behind her and wrapped his arms around her, his breath hitting the spot where the shoulder met the neck.

"You are now, forever and evermore, by blood..." he said and then he spun her around. His expression softened and he looked into her eyes.

"...You and I will forever share the same bed. I've wanted you since the first we met. Ever since you were that tiny innocent child, I knew you would be my lover one day," Phantom teased, he fingered the edges of Saya's ebony hair.

"I have no choice, either way, it will make no difference," Saya said. Saya remembered the scars on Phantom's chest, they made him look almost naturally distort. It was frightening to know that she would one day obtain those scars.

Phantom kissed her forehead. His lips were cold and soft, and it was frightfully solacing when they came in contact with Saya's skin.

"Don't deny, my angel," he said evilly. He pushed her onto a red sheeted mattress. He stood over her and smirked as Saya looked up at him and trembled. His eyes, though beneath his mask, were glowing crimson with desire and passion. He untied his cape, it fell swiftly to the ground. He was undressing himself! Saya turned her head aside, not wanting to look at his naked flesh but her desire for master returned. She watched as he undressed himself. All of his attire was shed, all but his mask. Saya's eyes trembled in fear, his bare flesh was something Saya had never seen, not even in her most horrific nightmares. He neared her, his shadow casted upon hers and his hands set on her face as his face leaned into hers. Saya's mouth opened as her fangs descended, her lips trembling. Her eyes tinted crimson, her master smirked. She grasped his left shoulder tightly; trying to prevent him from going any further.

"Please...No...I'm frightened...I don't want to see..." she cooed. His face neared hers a little more and he smiled impishly.

"Do not be frightened my beloved angel. Soon you will be one with me," he whispered as he leaned into her face and his lips gently brushed up against hers, transforming in a lustful lip-lock. Saya's eyes glowed into the deepest scarlet they could get. Her body trembled, wanting to deny, but her vampire cravings grew stronger and stronger. His lips suddenly descended, his body pushed against hers. His voice became heavy with savored fury. He began to speak in growls.

"I want your mind. I will turn you into pure art," Phantom growled passionately. Saya squeaked and tried to get away but her body would not budge. She could not keep her body and mind from Phantom. All she could keep from him was her heart, she would show him none of her passion. For her nightgown and undergarments; ripped too easily to buy her some time.

"You will not need your clothes darling. I want you to be fully exposed when I take your mind," he growled. Phantom tore away Saya's clothing and crawled onto her bare body, gently forcing her to lie still on her back. Gently, he rested his weight on her and caressed her body. Saya's eyes closed and trembled; Phantom kissed her eyelids tenderly and solaced her. Saya was so innocent, and her mind was so fragile and easy manipulated by him...He would take it and turn her into his own creation.

Saya would need to be willing though. A damaged piece of art was of no use to him. He lifted himself off her a little and gazed into her face; Saya's eyes staring into his mask and trembling.

"You do not have to fear my body and mind. I will take you to a world where there is no need for heaven," he solaced in a passionate tone. His hand moved to her chin and he kissed her lips, why was he being this gentle? Just a minute ago he acted as if he would take Saya's mind and body by force. Now, there was passion and gentleness in his touch and words. Saya's hands moved to his face, touching his mask and attempting to remove it. Phantom grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles.

"There's no need to see my face. It does not mark the soul that has sculpted your voice," he said disdainfully and kissed her again. He held her hand as his lips continued down her neck. Saya was trembling much more now, in fear and passion. She began to whimper (somewhat.)

"Saya, our souls will merge. We will be a single voice," Phantom solaced. His free hand traveled down her right breast to her her right hip. He stroked her hip as he felt her hips tremble. He wasn't going to hurt her, he wasn't go to try and seduce her either; he was trying to make love to her. He was in her mind, and now, he would take it. Saya flinched and for a moment her body gained its control and she squirmed beneath his weight.

"Master! Please! It will hurt! There will be so much pain! Please don't make me do this! Please stop! I'm frightened! The pain!" Saya cried. Would her mind be able to tolerate such affliction as lovemaking with someone who was both her enemy and lover? Phantom pressed harder against her body and his hands' caresses became gentler. Saya was solaced a bit by the way he touched her, but that did not stop her heart from pounding. He looked into her eyes, his mask seeming useless by the way he was speaking. The hand he had used to caress Saya's hip slid up her waist, chest, and shoulder to her chin. His fingers came along the right side of her face as he began to speak. His voice was suddenly soft and calm, not as wicked and demented as before.

"Don't be frightened by my hand's work. An artist must be gentle when he creates art," he said passionately. He began to caress her neck with soft, impish bites. Saya whimpered in the regretful pleasure his touch offered. He kissed her neck and held her as he did so. There was no emotion, but was very pleasurable. All of it was physically pleasurable, except for the scars. The feeling of those scars against Saya's breasts was indeed unpleasant, nonetheless, as she endured the sensation she felt as if those scars would always be with her.

"Master..." Saya whispered. Her teacher kissed her, pressing his bare body against her own in a more lustful manner. He grasped the blanket above Saya's head as he took her hand in his own. Saya bit her lower lip and moaned loudly in the painful pleasure. Saya's 'lover' brought her hand to his face, examining the burnt flesh that Solomon's sword had scathed into her lovely white flesh. His lips pressed against her palm, her scars were warm unlike his own. They were not filled with fear or pain; they were filled with hope and boldness. His lips brushed against her fingers, tasting the emotion that was sliced into them.

His lips traveled upward along her arm, to her shoulder and along her collarbones. He was tasting the warmth, wanting it and begging for it. His lips moved to her breasts, he kissed her nipples tenderly. Only to surprise Saya by sucking them and gently biting down on the mound beneath them. He began to drink, his tongue caressing her tender breasts in the process. Saya gasped as he acted like an infant suckling from a mother's breast. He gave the same treatment to her other breast and his lips traveling onward to Saya's shoulder.

"Look at me Saya," he whispered soothingly in her ear. And their eyes met once again, he kissed her and then he whispered to her again. Her glowing crimson eyes warm with an unidentified longing.

"This is the body I will sacrifice at your whim," he promised. And then, with that, he made he dared slip into her depths; sinking and searching for what he would take. Saya screamed and bit her lip; digging her nails into his shoulders. His eyes, her master's eyes, never lost sight of hers as he settled inside of her and began rocking gently against her trembling form. Soon seeing Saya's eyes warm with longing and frozen with pain he knew she had granted him her soul. His lips pressed against her neck, solacing her when he felt Saya tremble fearfully as he slipped into her depths. Tears shed from Saya's eyes, she didn't want this but she couldn't deny. Phantom's tongue pressed against her cheek, tasting the tears.

Saya whimpered in the painful pleasure that engulfed her, somehow begging for more. Her teacher saw that her longing was drenched from her eyes-poured out through tears-and pulled himself from her depths. He took what he had wanted, now her would use it to create her into art. His right hand moved from her arm, slipping underneath the blanket as his fingers slipped between Saya's thighs. He stroked her core, Saya was tense and unexpected of his entry. Saya squeaked at the caress, she let out a soft whimper as his lips continued with her as did his hands. His lips caressed her breasts; sucking, licking, and kissing softly. As his lips traveled back to her neck he brought his hand back. He held her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze as he entered her again. He planted soft kisses on her eyelids; they were trembling.

"Saya," he whispered, he had never said her name with loving desire. He wiped her tears away and smiled softly. Saya let out a soft sob and suddenly she burst into tears. Her master was being different, merciful and understanding. Why was he being like this? It was hurting her more than ever now.

"You do not have to fear my mind, we will become one. Your pain is my pain," he solaced and continued to caress Saya's body. The tears diminished as her teacher took her. He certainly did not want to harm her mind. Saya was his artwork; fragile and beautiful. He had no reason to damage her unless it only added to her beauty; the art. As Phantom made love to her Saya she felt strange. She could feel her teacher beckoning her soul, imploring it to be one with him.

As soon as Phantom felt his lover's acceptance he wriggled his hips a little as he spilt into her. But not entirely for sexual pleasure. It was the warmth and emotion inside her he was trying to taste. And oh, how Saya felt so good to caress. She was so warm and innocent...It was absolute bliss for any vampire to cause her pain. He wanted to change her into his own creation, his beauty and only his.

Saya gasped at the movement, finally, her hands set on Phantom's back as her grip tightened. Her eyes closed as she began to moan. However, as Phantom promised, he was gentle. Though, to Saya, he was still cruel and obsessive. After what felt like a while, Phantom poured his passion into and ended it. His art had given in to him, but was not yet ready for him to complete her with final strokes. He kissed her cheek and caressed her neck with his fingers. He whispered;

"My art; my angel, the colors you grant are still black and white. Give me the colors of your soul!"