The party ended early that night, Saya went to her room and stared at the mirror. Still, she had no reflection which only manifested what she was. Solomon hugged her from behind and solaced her. Everyone left, all except Joel and Amshel. Joel and Amshel explained that the Vampire of the Opera was just a stage act to entertain everyone at the party. However, Saya was not well and would therefore recede to chambers.

"I-I should've believed you. I should have searched harder. Silver dims the smell of vampire blood for a while. I'm sorry," Solomon apologized.

"It's not your fault," Saya said softly. Saya pulled back from his embraced and locked her chamber doors. She turned to Solomon and gazed at him numbly.

"Solomon, I want you to tell me everything about the Vampire of the Opera. Everything, why he hates, kills, and has-has done this to me," Saya said. Solomon blinked.

"Very well, I suggest you sit down," Saya sat down on her bed, Solomon sat next to her. He took her hand and began to speak.

"I told you why he kills, and not of his past and why he hates so. Phantom was born a vampire, I do not know when but it appears quite a while back. Anyhow, I was informed that since he was born he was hounded by Vampire Hunters. He was captured and experimented on when he was a child until he ceased aging; when his powers were fully matured. He escaped but was pursued relentlessly, being beaten, stabbed, and nearly killed like when he was child. Throughout those years he sang to keep hope; his Opera, and with that he began to hate and kill. The hunters ceased coming because he was so powerful. Joel and Amshel came to him years before you born and offered him the job of being an experiment."

"This intrigued him because they were the owners of an Opera House. He knew there he would find the one he needed to bring him to life. To show him the love he was never given. And if he didn't he'd kill the people he victimized. That's when he was brought to you, you were his student. He was to teach you his music so you'd be his when the time came. That's why when you sleep you hear him singing. When you were fourteen, he decided to disappear to see if his plans were accomplished. That's all I know," Solomon said. Saya looked down at her lap; her blood-mate had never known love. He had never known innocence or warmth; only coldness, pain, hatred, and sin. And it was that that supplied his vice and dispassionate heart. Saya looked back up Solomon and smiled.

"Thank you," Saya said and she set a hand on his face.

"Can I be alone, darling?" Saya asked. Solomon nodded his head and left, Saya locked the doors again. She rummaged through her wardrobe; she was looking for a black gown. She was going to visit her sister's grave at dawn; she had to see her sister. She needed to ask her sister for forgiveness.

The morning was very cloudy and chilly; Saya walked out of her room. Solomon was probably in the attic preparing to sleep. Saya was wearing a long black funeral gown and a cloak to keep her body safe. In her hand, tied together with black ribbons, were the blue roses Phantom had given her. She would present them before her sister's sepulcher.

She exited the Opera House were a carriage was waiting.

"Where to?" the driver asked.

"To the cemetery please. To The Otonashi Tomb," Saya said as she sat down in the carriage.

Solomon was preparing to enter his coffin after checking to see if Hagi was alright; he was in hibernation. He looked out the attic window where the dim gray sunlight shined through; this kind of daylight was no threat to him. He saw Saya and his eyes widened. She was out in daylight...Phantom could be pursuing her! He grabbed his sword but soon fell to the ground. The fatigue, he was consuming too much energy. He was turned by young vampire blood, his fatigue would come sooner. Saya, on the other hand, appeared to be turned by an old vampire, her fatigue would come later. Solomon would have to run after her if possible. By the time he was out of the Opera House Saya was gone from his sight.

She was wearing all black and carrying roses...The cemetery!

He began to run, only to succumb to the fatigue while doing so. About halfway his running began to slow and his body was forced to walk. The sun was draining him of energy, despite it wasn't out all the way. And, if he used his wings he would instantly fall to the ground and slumber, certain to die.

"Don't worry, Saya. I'll meet you there and keep you safe," Solomon panted.

Saya arrived at the cemetery and entered the gates. She looked all around; her sister's sepulcher was amid of the cemetery and would take a few minutes to walk to. She opened her mouth; tears shed from her eyes and she began to sing. She ambled toward her sister's sepulcher and sang her entreat of forgiveness.

Do you remember

The games we use to play?

Singing and laughing

Even when the rain came?

During cold winters we played in the snow

During the summer we swam in lake

Such sweet memories,

And our last pure affliction

Yearning to hear you sing again

Praying to see your face again

Hoping you'll hear me...

Heed my song and forgive me

Please deliver me

From this nightmarish reality

Where sweet black shadows shed crimson tears

Whispering proverbs of music in my head

Pure white sunshine glistening on my tears

Laughing at me when I do not see it

Please forgive me,

For not trying harder to save you

The only one I loved back then

Forgive me,

For crying, bleeding, and deceiving for him

My life is in him and I feel him in me

Please forgive me,

I feel so forsaken and hopeless

But please

Teach me to live and to forgive

Please dry the tears that shed

So many years

Crying for my fears

With no solace from an angel

She came to the stairs of her sister's sepulcher and sat down on the third step. She gazed up at the closed stone doors and held back her tears to sing. She hoped that if her sister was an angel she would hear her prayers and answer. She was in so much denial that she needed to know if there was an angel watching her.

As I weep I know it's for you

Please forgive me

As I help him paint the night he supplies

In his bed,

I am forever burdened with crimson tears

Please forgive me

She dropped the roses and her head titled downward, tears still shedding. Suddenly a sweet sound filled the air; Diva's voice. Saya looked up at the sepulcher in sad astonishment. Her heart filled with a warm sensation; hope and joy. Her tears seemed to warm with faith and she smiled somewhat. Her mind flooded with the sweet sound of her sister's voice.

Dear beloved,

So forlorn, so lost

Yearning to hold me again

Saya stood up and opened her mouth, the tears ceased.

Mysterious voice, I hear you...

Sister...Angel...

Lover...Or Phantom?

Who can this be?

(Have you forgotten about angels?)

Enduring such painful longings

To meet my deliverer

Could this be my angel's whispers?

The tomb doors opened and a shadowed being stepped forward. The being was cloaked by a cape but the being's voice remained the same. The being held out its hand and the being's mouth formed a smile. Saya stared at the being with warm, shocked eyes. The remains of her tears disappearing in their corners.

Too long you've lived in solitude

Broken away from our bond

Praying that my heart goes against you

But,

(But,)

It begs for you!

(It begs for me!)

The being's voice changed to a hypnotizing sound, Saya began to ambled toward the being. Phantom was singing to her now. He flourished his cape away and sung his hypnotizing enchantment. Saya's mind was weak with hope, it was much easier to bewitch her when she was like that. However, his mind tricks would grow thin soon.

Angel of heaven!

(Angel of heaven!)

I denied you,

(You denied me,)

Running from true solace

(Running from true solace)

(What is this?)

Why turn away this salvation?

(Why turn away this salvation?)

Angels have come at last

(Angels have come at last)

Angels have come to save you

(Angels have come to save me)

Angels have come to deliver you

(Please deliver me angels)

I am your deliverance

(Stop! She is defenseless!)

Come to me my angel

(For the sake of angels! Release her!)

Come to me my angel

(Saya! Saya! Open your mind!)

Come to me my angel

(Saya! Do not take his hand!)

Saya stood before the Phantom, reaching out to take his hand. One moment away from taking Phantom's hand Solomon ran in from where he had been watching them. New energy filled him; fortitude to protect his lover.

Saya!

He is no angel!

"Don't be tricked Saya! He has stolen your sister's voice!" Solomon shouted. Saya stifled her hand, her mind clearing of the hypnotizing song. Phantom yelled in anger and ran at Solomon, his sword in hand. They began to fight, Saya ran at them, begging them to stop. She came too close though and Solomon's sword cut her face, causing her to fall back and her face to scar. Her blood dripped down the left side of her face but she would heal soon. The scar was along the side of her eye, from her temple to her cheekbone.

"Saya!" Solomon yelled worriedly. Solomon was really angry at this point. He struck Phantom's sword so hard that it was flung from his hand and Phantom fell to the ground. Solomon was about to strike until Saya grabbed his arm.

"Solomon! Please no! Not like this!" Saya begged. She looked down at Phantom; Solomon was more concentrated on the scar he had given her. It wasn't as terrible as he thought it would be, but it was noticeable. Solomon slid his sword back in its sheathe; he grabbed Saya's hand and they ran out of the cemetery. Phantom stood up and chuckled.

"Well then, it is now war upon you both!" he said, and with a swift billow of his cape he was gone.