Nya was wriggling in Jay's arms, her screams muffled. Blood streamed down the side of her face, her entire ear stained a deep crimson.

Jay continued to drink, not caring if anyone heard the commotion. All he cared about was getting his fill of Nya's addicting blood.

Jay pulled off his mask and tied it into Nya's mouth to keep her from screaming, leaving his other hand free to hold onto her tighter. He enjoyed the pain the squirming girl was receiving, watching her writhe helplessly as he feasted.

Suddenly, Jay was hit with a pang of guilt. Jay immediately pulled his fangs away from Nya, and felt himself reverting back to normal.

Nya stared right into Jay's eyes. It wasn't a look of sadness- she was hurt, betrayed...

Tortured.

Jay touched his face, knowing that he was slowly becoming something else. Jay knew it couldn't possibly be just Bliv anymore. He then realized why Bliv was so silent all this time-

He was turning into the vampire Oblivion. There would be no more Edward James Walker once Bliv finally got his wish. The thought of that made Jay quiver, knowing that he would soon be obliterated from the world. What would happen to him anyway?

Nya slowly untied Jay's mask from her mouth, revealing red marks along her lips. She slowly made her way towards Jay, who was waiting to be thoroughly beaten by Kai or even Nya herself.

Most likely Nya though. That girl could deliver swift kicks better than all of the ninja combined.

Instead of hitting him, Nya wiped the blood off of the ninja's face. She pressed her head into his chest, understanding that his pulse was gone.

"I knew it." She whispered. "I was right all along."

Jay couldn't look at the samurai, but his mind was still filled with confusion and shock.

"Y- you knew?"

Nya nodded and stroked Jay's cold face.

"Yes, I knew that you were possessed by an Ignacian cannibal. I could sense his desires inside of you. Oblivion. He makes me sick, given what he did to everyone."

Jay barely made out, "You know Bliv?"

"It makes me disgusted that you gave him a nickname, as if you two were friends." Nya sniffed and turned away. "But yes, I knew him."

She stood up and pressed the mask onto her ear to stop the bleeding somewhat.

"After all, he was the one who killed my mother."