YAY! Sorry this took so damn long. Microsoftword went crazy on me! I've been having to write my stories on document manager and it takes longer edit without MS.

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Amshel had ordered that Saya be given a blood-drip before the experiments began. He needed to assure that she had the energy to perform them. He had no fear that she would run away from them now, her spirit was broken and so was her will to fight. If she dare fought them she knew what consequences would ensue. He supplied the blood himself, from a human girl, and gave Carl the order to feed her the blood. Smirking sinisterly, he nodded his head in agreement and brought the IV and blood-drip to his chambers. He did not even think about disobeying. If Saya was to be his mate he knew she needed the strength to keep up. Arriving to his room, after shutting and locking the door properly, his eyes meant the distort beauty lying in his bed.

Her sweet, mortal misery. Her lacerations and crimson tainted skin. The despondent expression on her thin, bloodstained, and bruised face. Her body too weak to carry her; practically dead and numb. He simply adored how hopeless she looked as her feeble eyes opened, human eyes, and she stared at him. She tried to move away but could not. Only cracks of scabs and already broken bones were heard and felt; pain was the only thing that moved in her body. Her body, mind, and soul were so marred with sin and affliction...It was truly a sight to die for when a demon saw it. Carl smirks and walks toward her, IV in hand, and only wishes that she cringes. She is too weak to even move from him.

He admired the marks and bruises he left on her. Not only was her innocence marked by his love, but her body marked by his very own flesh and blood. Being very ungentle, he stabs the IV into her arm and she whimpers in response. Even too weak to cry for him. And the blood drains into her, as if her body is absorbing it. Teasing her, he sits beside her and kisses her arm; tasting the incision-laden flesh. Saya tried to move her arm away but he grabbed her arm and held it down. The blood was soon gone from the IV and her eyes opened fully. She still believes she is forsaken; for centuries she was laden with affliction. And she knows more pain is about to come. The wounds heal slowly and her color returns, strength warming her cold, empty belly and spreading energy throughout her system.

She stirred as she felt Carl's lips on her shoulder, tasting her once hounded flesh. Her bones soon heal and it does not hurt to move, her bruises fading into her flesh as well. She's suddenly paralyzing in fear as Carl's eyes meet hers. He tried to kiss her as he held both her hands above her head with one hand. The other cupped her chin as his lips neared hers. Tears formed in Saya's eyes as she turned her head away, and he licked her the tears away, which only made more seek rapture from her pain. Saya whimpered as he got off of her and sighed, saddened that Amshel delayed Saya's next mating with him; of course what Amshel didn't know wouldn't hurt him. He gazed at Saya as she slowly sat up, her eyes sore and so are her limbs.

How could she let her dreams be so nostalgic. She should've known that her dreams assimilated into nightmares long ago. Her dreams of the dark...Darkness of death and war...Carl tried to touch her face but Saya ran away to the door. She remembered every small detail of last night; when she was forced to make love with the horrible creature before her. She cries out sadly as she yanks at the doorknob, it is locked and she is trapped with this horrible creature...In his bedroom...In his bed. Carl is suddenly before her and she gasps out of fear, tears in her eyes and her body wavering. He pulls her into his embrace and kisses her lustfully, allowing her to squirm and scream against him. He chuckled as he pulled his mouth from hers and directed her to the bathroom in his room.

It was exquisite, the shower walls were glass and could fit two people. The tiles were a marble blue and a large bathtub, probably a jacuzzi; it was an utterly elegant bathroom. Saya shivered against him as he forced her to look into the mirror. Saya didn't even recognize herself anymore. She had never seen herself so despondent, depressed, and guilty looking in her entire life. It hurt even more to know it was true, and the smallest shred of evidence was more than enough to prove it. How much atonement would she need to compensate for her sins and her enemy's as well? How she longed to just shattered the mirror and weep blood before the shards of her being. Hope was dry and her very life was withering away; brittle and being crushed in her enemy's hands.

She now regretted ever starting the war. If she had only tried to understand Diva, maybe, this would have never happened? Diva was treated like an animal and grew up as one. She grew up like a wolf ravenous for meat, forsook of her mother and love. While Saya grew up like a princess and was given everything she desired. Maybe she could have tried to help Diva understand humans, and be her family, none of this would've happened? Diva only wanted a family, and Saya's family was dead, maybe if she tried to understand her sister she could find a peaceful way to live. Was it far too late for that?

"Wouldn't you like a shower?" Carl's question roused Saya from her nostalgic reverie. She tried not to look at him, she hated his countenance more than she envied her own reflection. She mustn't weep at the sight of him. It was her tears and rage that started this war, what caused so much pain. Vengefulness must've ran in her family.

"Of course you would," he says as he directs her to the shower. Saya tried not to flinch at his touch, even greater physical sensations had traumatized her. But nothing could compare to the affliction she had undergone these past hundred-something decades.

"Well, go ahead, remove your clothes and shower," Carl says sinisterly. Saya immediately covered herself, despite that some clothes clung to her she was still exposed in some areas. However, a lustful and evil glare from Carl ceased her actions and she reluctantly nodded her head. She took the sleeve of her ragged dress and the gown slid off her body and gathered at her angels. She was bear beneath the dress, primarily due to last night's tragedy. Still, she seemed somewhat reluctant to step one foot in the shower.

"Do you want me to join you?" Carl questioned her. Saya wept her rebuttal and stepped into the shower, shutting the glass door. The glass was not designed in any way; it was thick, clear, and connected. Carl could step in easily and once again mate with her against her will. Her hands trembling she turns the hot water on and the room fills with steam in just a few minutes. Saya gasped into tears as soon found herself in Carl's arms again, with him again. And they mated again...

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Julia's legs nearly gave out on her. How long had it been? How long had it been since David and Kai perished that night at the Met? Since Saya was stolen by Diva and her evil clutches? Helplessly, she took her shovel and dug. She just had to find something that would lead her to Saya and her whereabouts. She turned to Louis, who wiped his head and panted. He must've lost ten pounds digging; digging up the remains of the Opera House.

"Dig faster Louis!" Julia cried. Louis turned to her worriedly. Ever since David died she had been stressing herself; trying to find Saya and Hagi. Sadly it led to a miscarriage and Julia becoming so consumed in anger and sadness. She was just constantly working, along with the few left in Red Shield, to find hope; to find anything that would lead them to Saya. Mao suddenly ran into their midst, unable to articulate her words until a few pants later.

"Julia..." she panted.

"What is it?" Julia asked, exhaustion and anger in her voice.

"Ha-Hagi..." Mao panted and then she pointed to the area she had been digging. The tip of a bat-wing emerged from the dirt, but it did not move again.