A/N Okay you guys, I am rewriting part 1 so please enjoy. I have been trouble writing the happy moments in Part 4 right now, so I decided to rewrite the sad angsty stuff. Don't worry, I will soon be back at work on Part 4 soon. Love you guys and I appreciate all reviews!

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~ Summer 1974 in Paris, France ~

Hagi watches the sunrise from the highest level on the Eiffel Tower. It has been two years and my arm still won't regenerate! Where have they taken Saya?

"Saya," he utters as he presses his bandaged hand to the chain link fence.

A young woman in her early 20s steps off the plane carrying a large olive colored duffle bag sporting a colorful smiley faced flower and the large letters P-E-A-C-E. She had long brown hair that ended at her hips that had two thin braids in the front to keep her hair out of her face. Her bell bottoms were light blue and a tie-dye tee-shirt. Her round sunglasses were perched on the end of her nose as she scanned the crowd for a familiar face.

"Marva!" a voice shouted from the crowd. A tall dark skinned man dressed in a navy business suit waved above the crowd. She smiled and ran to him. She fell into his arms as they kissed their hellos.

"I missed you so much, Jeff," she smiled as she leaned in for another kiss. In the time of turmoil with the situation in Vietnam and the Watergate scandal hanging in the air, most people were still adjusting to the shock of it all. But the young couple was contented to start out their lives as they soon would be married.

He pulled back for a moment, "I missed you more." He grabbed the duffle from her hand as they headed to the baggage claim. "Are you ready to meet my parents?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," she sighs as she slumps her shoulders.

"Cheer up, Baby, it can't go any worse than when we met your parents," he said as he wrapped an encouraging arm over her shoulder.

She laughed as she trudged forward, "You're right about that."

"Come on. I know a great bistro we can go to this evening."

She frowned and kept her head down.

He lifted her chin to look into her face, "They have live music," he sang.

That brought a smile to her face, "You think they need a guitar?" Her eyes twinkled at the thought.

He laughed out loud. "My little musician. What am I going to do with you once we're married? You'll be running around looking for the next gig while I sit home like an old maid," he teased.

"Oh, stop," she laughed as she hit him with her purse.

He noticed the people were watching them and gossiping. He knew she didn't care what people thought about their odd relationship, but he was worried that someone would make trouble. It was true, the times they lived in were changing fast, but their relationship was not considered acceptable by most of society. He quickly lead her to baggage claim.

Hagi had just left the music store as he headed for the park to repair a string that had snapped the night before. He decided it would be best to keep his claw bandaged from now on unless he was battling chiropterans. He sensed one off in the distance- about 30 or 40 miles. He decided to follow it rather than restring the cello. The cello could wait.

He disappeared as he leapt to the rooftops and headed for the distant roar of the blood thirsty beast.

"The evenings are so beautiful here," Marva commented to the older man and woman sitting across from her. She enjoyed the bistro and dining al fresco. The small band was playing a tune she wasn't familiar with. She leaned her head on her arm. Jeff had commented once on the green broom skirt she wore and how it brought out her hazel green eyes. She had paired it with a peasant blouse that bared her tanned shoulders.

"Oh, yes," the balding gentleman agreed. He was slightly shorter than Jeff, but it was obvious where her Jeff got his nose and eyes from. "You should see the sunrises."

She yawned. "I may end up going to sleep early just to see it," she commented. "This jet lag is getting the best of me."

"It would be a good idea," the older woman mentioned. "The best place to see it is the highest level of the Eiffel Tower." She smiled, "I bet you would be appreciated for playing your guitar for the young lovers that visit in the morning."

"There you go, Mom, tempting my fiancee away from me again," Jeff chided as he sat down. The waiter will be a minute, there's a large party inside. He added, "Marva, I hardly think you want to haul your guitar up to the top of the tower." But he noticed she was no longer listening, she was staring at the musicians and swaying.

"Oh, that's alright," his mother smiled. "I think we're all enjoying this atmosphere right now." She looked over where Marva was seated. Marva had her face in her hands and was enjoying the band. "Some of us more than others," his mother giggled.

Marva's eyes opened and she saw past the group to a tall dark figure hauling a rather old cello case on his back. He was headed off toward the tower and seemed to be blending into the shadows that filled the streets.

Hagi looked out at the sunrise once again. He removed the cello and prepared to play while thoughts tumbled through his mind. He wondered where his Saya was sleeping. He felt her presence was a distance off, but wasn't sure of the exact location. He was certain the Red Shield was keeping watch over her. I really don't want to run into them. After all that has happened. He drew the bow across the strings and listened to the beautiful tone resonate through the sweet morning air. He played the song Saya taught him years ago in the French countryside. He had learned to adjust his method to his new chiropteran appendage. It reminded him of how he ended up this way in the first place as he looked down at the bandaged arm and the image flooded back from 2 years ago.

Saya slashed the chiropteran's arm off and heard a noise in the direction of the village. Hagi knew that in this agitated state that Saya wouldn't know the difference between the villagers and the enemy. He blocked her attack with a dagger and was stunned temporarily when his queen kicked him down and struck again. Again he blocked. "Saya, don't you remember me?" he asked. She raised her sword and his arm was gone in one strike. He screamed in pain. He had been impaled, stabbed, sliced, struck, and endured it all for her sake. But the sting of betrayal was the worst pain he ever had to endure. He didn't blame her- how could he? She was his very existence. He blamed the Red Shield. They used his blood to awaken her early. Bowing his head, he awaited her final strike when she was distracted by the military forces shooting at her. She charged at them with her sword.

His head fell forward in sorrow at the memory and the bow fell to the ground.

"Are you okay?" a voice asked.

He looked up into the round sunglasses of a young woman he'd passed by the previous night. She looked so out of place with her brightly colored clothing.

"I'm fine," he responded as his gaze turned back to the horizon and his expression held no emotion.

"You sure?" she pressed. "You look like your cat died."

Hagi blinked and turned his steel blue eyes to her and asked, "What?"

"Sorry, it's something we say back home when we see someone crying. I'm Marva Burrows- well, soon to be Marva Trudeaux. I'm from the United States," she announced as she stuck her right hand out.

Hagi ignored the comment about his emotional state as he reached across the cello with his left and shook her hand, "Congratulations on your upcoming wedding."

"Thank you," she responded. She then asked, "...and you are?"

"My name is Hagi," he said.

"Hagi- I didn't catch your last name."

"I don't have one."

"C'mon," she laughed. "Everyone has a last name- even if they don't want it."

"I do not."

She carefully looked over him, "Uhh- huh," she said slowly showing her suspicion. "Trust me, I've been through enough tears to know, you were crying."

He blinked again at the bold woman. In all his years he'd never met such a woman. Her clothing made her stand out and she certainly wasn't shy in the least. He turned to the horizon again, refusing to respond, but he was not crying- at least not anymore.

"Come on, you can tell me. I promise I won't tell anyone. What's wrong?" she persisted.

"Nothing," he insisted.

She hummed with curiosity and tried to figure her next move, she went for the direct approach again and commented, "You were crying."

Hagi sighed in defeat. He began to put away the cello, preferring not to continue this strange interrogation.

"Oh, don't do that," she cried out. "You play so well. Do you play in the symphony?"

Hagi stopped, "No."

"Hmm, a man of few words, huh. Well that's okay, I always find the cure for a heartache is a good jam session!"

He raised an eyebrow. "A what?" he was perplexed by this strange woman and her words. She began to pull a guitar from a beat up case that had been spray painted bright orange and covered in stickers. He held his stoic expression as he wondered what on earth the woman was talking about.

She began to strum the guitar and sing. She tapped out a beat with her feet. It almost looked like a song and dance. Hagi couldn't help but smile. She clearly was lost in the music she played.

After some time she stopped and looked at him. "Well? Play something."

"I do not know anything like that," he informed as he continued to wonder about the woman.

"Music is an expression of your soul, you just follow along and let your heart lead the way," she smiled.

"I do not understand." He really didn't. He recalled Saya admonishing him for his technique, the way he held the bow, his fretting- everything. The idea of improvising was so foreign to the expressionless man.

"It's more than technique and notes on a sheet of paper. It's expression, it's ART! Come on." She played a series of chords.

Hagi considered the idea and thought he may as well play along. He concentrated on what he thought would be the next notes in the progression of chords. He played a few notes to follow. She smiled, "You see. You got it."

They played for the gathering crowd until the sun was in the center of the sky.

"I thought I might find you here, Marva!" a voice called through the crowd. The tall man in a grey suit pushed through the crowd. "My mother's making lunch." He looked at the cellist next to her, "Who's your new friend?"

"Oh," she smiled, "this man is Hagi." She cupped her left hand to the side of her face so Hagi wouldn't hear. "A little classical, but he's loosening up nicely."

Hagi pretended not to hear her as he placed the cello back in the case.

"Marva!" Jeff tried to scold, but he couldn't keep a straight face. When he regained his composure he stuck his hand out, "Hagi, I am Jeffrey Trudeaux."

Hagi reached across with his left and shook his hand.

"Hey, do you think your mother would mind feeding one more?" she asked.

"I'm sure she wo…"

"I do not want to impose on your family," Hagi interrupted and then added, "I am not hungry." Chevaliers have no need to eat or drink and Hagi was no exception to that rule. He usually avoided human contact because all the questions were difficult to answer while keeping what he was a secret. No one would accept him once they realized he was really a monster underneath the skin- once they realized he was a being that lived on blood.

"Come on," she smiled, "we've been jamming all day and you aren't hungry! You're coming with us."

Hagi sighed in defeat again. Pulling the cello over his shoulder, he rose and followed the young woman and her fiancé out of the crowd.

Jeff drove them to the outskirts of Paris to a simple home where a balding man sat on the porch waiting for his lunch. They piled out of the car as the gentleman stood. "Marva brought a guest, father," Jeffrey informed the balding man.

As they approached the porch, a tall woman came out of the front door and wiped her hands with her apron. She smiled as her son climbed the steps and kissed her cheek. "Mother, Father, this is Hagi," Jeffrey smiled as he stretched out his arm to welcome the guest.

They all turned to the tall dark haired man with a cello case slung over his right shoulder. He appeared very formal and out of place in his unusual charcoal gray- almost black suit that had tails that ended at his knees. His shirt was stark white and neatly pressed. The man's steel blue eyes seemed to regard them and then dart around his surroundings as if he was looking for some danger.

The family ate as the stoic man picked at his food and did take a couple of bites, but did not touch the glass of water and rarely spoke. He was polite enough, but his silence and lack of expression was a bit unnerving.

After lunch ended, Hagi walked into the back yard and looked at the afternoon sun. He saw the clouds in the distance. He'd have to head east tonight to look for Saya.

He was startled from his thoughts when he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Marva told me you were crying when she met you this morning. Is there anything we can help you with?" Jeff asked.

Hagi looked down, "I was only tired." He wondered where everyone kept getting the idea of him crying from. He was just lost in thought. It made him wonder why he was even here. He was not the type of person that was looking for companionship- was he? It made him wonder if maybe he might have been lonely. He shook the thought off.

"You barely picked at your food and you hardly speak, but you don't seem tired," Jeff noticed. He wondered about the quiet man. It was obvious he had been through something, the bandaged arm alone told him that. "Are you a soldier from the war in Vietnam?"

Hagi stood silently. In a way he was a soldier from Vietnam, the Korean War, World War I and II. He was a soldier in a war most humans did not even know about- one that lasted more than a century and the results of it could mean the end of all humanity.

Jeff sighed, "We can't help you if you don't tell us what is wrong, Hagi. I know this world can be a harsh place, but you don't have to face it alone."

"I cannot tell you. I appreciate your hospitality, Jeffrey, but I must leave now." He bowed formally to the man as he hefted the cello case to his shoulder.

He started toward the door when Marva called out, "Are you leaving without saying goodbye?" She was hoping he would stay around and at least share his burdens with them. His stiff expression made her think that the man was holding back his emotions and putting on an act to cover it up.

"I am sorry, Marva. Thank you for all you have done for me, but I must leave now." He gave a small bow and passed by her. He was stopped when she grabbed his bandaged arm.

"Will you be at the tower tomorrow?" she asked. His expression made her think the answer was no, but she gave a pleading expression. She caught the change in his eyes as his expression remained the same.

"Yes," he responded as his eyes stared off.

"Great! I'll see you there," she chirped enthusiastically.

Hagi bowed and then he left.

"He's very polite," Jeff commented, "but I couldn't get an answer out of him. Something is really bothering him."

"He sure is old fashioned," Marva commented. "I'm surprised he didn't say a word about his problem. She must have really broke his heart- who ever she is."

The stoic man made certain he was out of sight before he began to leap from the rooftops in a blue streak. The growls of the number of chiropterans were growing louder as their numbers increased. He wasn't certain what he could do against the sheer numbers that he faced.

It was obvious he was outnumbered by the number of Diva's chevaliers alone, With all these chiropterans to face off against, he wasn't sure if he'd even see another chevalier let alone defeat them. It seems the odds were stacking against them. For now, all he could do was his part.

He found the snarling, salivating creature and placed the cello case on the stone structure next to him. He opened a compartment and removed a set of daggers each with a red jewel glittering in the hilt. He palmed one in each hand after he sheathed the rest in his jacket pockets and lunged at the creature.

His movements were fast, he landed on the other side of the creature as he pulled another set from his pocket. The creature howled in pain as the daggers had found their mark in its eyes, blinding the creature. It couldn't see the attacker until its eyes regenerated, but that wouldn't happen for a few minutes.

Hagi held the daggers in his left as he used his teeth to remove the bandage and flex the claw that proved to be a formidable weapon. His human hand palmed the daggers as he sped in the direction of the bleeding creature. Long lines of blood tinted spittle fell from its mouth as it roared through razor sharp teeth.

Hagi felt his claw connect with one side of the scaly neck and his dagger connected to the other. He brought the weapons together and heard a sickening gurgle as the creature's head fell to the ground and a geyser of blood erupted from the neck, drenching him in a shower of blood. He bowed his head, keeping the blood from going into his eyes or nose.

The battle was over and he stood, blood soaked and staring at the slain creature as if it were a rock or some other object of little consequence. He thought, If they saw what I am, that I am this- would they accept me then? The sight of the claw alone would be enough to frighten them away, but still, it would be nice to have a friend to talk to every once in a while.