You broke our vow...

You lied...

Angels are killed...

Angels die...

You are my sacrifice...

Saya hit the ground, a crimson pool of blood...She hit it but did not sink, she just sat upright and wept. Crimson caressed her skin, trickling from her wrists, neck, and face. The crimson was everywhere. She removed her hands from her face and looked at her reflection. She appeared to be in her vampire form, her eyes a plain crimson. Suddenly, she heard a drip, the crimson pool rippled and her whimpering ceased.

The crimson nectar beneath her seemed darker as the atmosphere faded and changed. She was back at the Opera House, though, not on stage. But probably in the cellar or a storage room for props. And then there was aloud clatter and a scream.

"Miss Hana! RUN!" Hagi shouted. Saya turned around to witness a battle. Hagi and the woman, Hana, were there. As well as Saya's master. Hagi threw a dagger at Phantom, who spun around enraged. Phantom had been approaching Hana, about to take her into his arms. However, Hagi interrupted. Further daggers impaled his flesh.

"How dare you disturb me while I am creating art?!" Phantom yelled, he pulled to daggers from his flesh. He screamed in pain, they were silver. With another billow of his cape he looked at Hana, who trembled in fear standing still in a dark corner. Hiding from Phantom...There was no way to escape.

"Do you know what happens when vampires not of the same blood mix their blood?!" he threw the daggers at Hagi, who was thrown back by the force. He screamed suddenly, veins in his neck going black. Phantom's blood was like poison to him. Phantom chuckled as blood dripped from Hagi's mouth. Phantom's blood was not the same as his, his blood had weakened Hagi. His skin went white, except for the black veins and he fell to the ground. He still looked at the woman, trying to get up to save her but could not.

"Now watch as an artist creates a masterpiece," Phantom chuckled. He turned to Hana and smirked. Saya suddenly realized...That woman was Solomon's past lover! And she would have no choice but to watch as Phantom created her into art. Saya tried to move but couldn't, she was stuck. As if a thousand chains had bound her in the air and were locked into the walls, ceiling, and floor all around her.

"Master! Please don't! Spare her!" Saya cried. Phantom couldn't hear her.

"I've come back to sing with you, Hana. You will be my art if you refuse to love me," he threatened. As he ambled toward his victim he shed his clothes. Hana, Solomon's past lover, whimpered as he stood before her naked. His hands set on her face and he knows she crying and begging him not to.

"Please no...NO!" she cries as he tears her clothes away.

"Stop! Please no! You're hurting me...Please STOP!" she cries until she loses her voice. He marks her flesh with bruises and cuts as he does so; using his fangs and sharp nails. He doesn't care, he pulls her into a fierce kiss and begins to create his masterpiece. He was not merely ravishing Hana for the pleasure and enjoyment; but to create an image that would soon influence his future art. To tell others he would not rest until the one he wanted came to into his bed and arms willingly. He knows how to create art, and he would easily destroy it. Hana was not his art, she was not his student and lover. And Phantom would destroy art that dare contradict his passion for sinful hope. Saya shut her eyes but heard it all, and somehow she knew she was still watching. She heard Hana scream and scream as Phantom hurts her. The screams lasted for a long time as did the smell of blood.

He hurts her, and hurts her, and hurts her...And then it's all over. But, the pain is still there; the sin, tainted innocence, and horrific sights.

"I will never love anyone who fears me," he whispers under his breath and then he's gone. But someone else is weeping, she knows it's Hagi and she knows she crying too.

"Master...How could you?" Saya whimpered as he left the girl's body there. Hana's body was blood drenched and didn't even look like a human anymore; it was laden with bruises, wounds, and blood. Saya remembered when Phantom first took her, he had been gentle. He told her that an artist must be gentle when creating art. He told her that the pain he gave her was out of love; passionate. Were those women in his heart as well? Failed artwork not worthy of existence...?

Angels will learn...

Angels will atone...

With their wings...

Fallen angels will forever be tormented...

By the wrath of their sins!

She falls suddenly, as if the chain had been cut. Her hands slapped over her scalp and she curled up in a ball. She began to weep again, only this time, the tears were crimson.

The blood-vows were written all over her face.

Saya's eyes opened she let out a soft whimper...It was night and Solomon lie next to her in blissful slumber. She slipped out of bed, dressing her naked body and scurrying outside. She stood on the roof of the hotel, staring out into sky. She gazed at the moon as it shown into her eyes, they reflected the moon's silverly sheen. As if her eyes were orbs of pure liquid silver instead of pools of blood. Tears began to shed from the corners of her head, the silver reflecting drops streaming down her face.

"Master...Why are you tormenting me?" Saya whimpered. There was no answer, just the sound of the wind blowing through her hair.

Master,

Please listen

Stay with me

Guide me

Please return,

My heart is weak

Forgive me

Sing to me again,

Master

Pure silence again, why had her master forsaken her? She needed him more than ever now, she needed his love. But, she had devoted her heart to Solomon; her hand, body, devotion, and everything else. She had never felt so empty and pain filled at the same time.

MASTER!

PLEASE COME BACK TO ME!

DELIVER ME FROM THIS NIGHTMARE!

Still, there was no answer. She fell to her knees and placed her face in her hands. She began to whimper and her tears increased. Her hair shielded her face and tears. Silence dominated the world around her, the shadows and moonlight caressed her form. She tried to remember her teacher's song, but, now his voice had faded. Was her teacher doing this to her? Tormenting her as revenge? Had he decided that revenge was much sweeter than the passion Saya had showed him?

Forlorn child,

So alone,

So helpless,

Begging for my love

Saya's face shot up from her hands and she looked into the night sky. The stars shined beautifully. She turned her face down and her eyes wandered her surroundings, mainly the shadows. Had she heard a wisp of Phantom's voice? She hoped so.

Teacher,

My lover,

My guidance

Is it you I hear?

Saya cried softly, her lips formed a smile and she stood up. A soft wind passed by, her silk gown swaying with her. Her eyes glowed a crimson by her happiness and her hair blew in front of her face. Suddenly, a shadow bended, it curved around the corners of the other shadows and made its way to Saya.

She knew who this was.

"Master!" Saya cried and fell into her master's arm. Her eyes began to shed tears of hurtful joy and she shut them as the tears came.

"You're here! I'm so confused! Please help me..." Saya whimpered as her head dug into his shoulder. Phantom's cape brushed and swayed over her form as she clung to him. His heart had never felt so warm. But, he pushed Saya to the ground and unsheathed his sword, pointing it at Saya's heart.

Master...?

Listen to me good child

You stay with Solomon,

Never call for me

The nightmares will continue if you do

Master?

"Enough!" Phantom hissed. His sword moved to her neck, the tip messing with Saya's tresses.

I can promise you

Pure pain if you call to me again

You do not deserve such torment

Never call out to a demon

You do not know if they will kill you or not

He warned her and then mysteriously disappeared into the shadows. Saya sat on the ground, shocked and hurt. Her teacher had threatened her out if love. But, then, why wasn't he wearing his mask?