Kitra had woken with a killer headache. She had been very careful to sleep out of Abyss's huge bed. She most definetely did not want to step on the big red guy that had been very helpful the previous evening.

Kitra had found a pen and paper and wrote 'Thanks Abyss. See you later. Kitra' After finishing that she had gently placed it on his chest and crept out carefully. She walked carefully to her room, she had to place each foot with care. Every step she took made her headache worse. Was this what people called a migraine? Kitra corrected herself, she had a hangover.

Kitra made it to her room and quickly showered and got new clothes and retrieved her bag which had somehow made it back to her room from the last night. Once dried off, Kitra dressed in light green leggings, with a matching green skirt that went to her knees. It took her a moment to find a nice shirt, it was a cute lavander purple that was lace for her collar and sleeves. She pulled on her boots, grabbed her dark green trenchcoat and her bag. With everything in place, including that nasty headache from last night, she left her room.

Kitra waved at Lisa as she headed out the doors of Sanctuary. That would be something she would have to remember, to get Lisa something for having to deal with her drunk butt last night. Everything was a bit foggy. Kitra did remember Abyss's pantied bathroom walls and chatting away with him. But as to the topic, or topics of their conversation she did not remember. As she had been pondering everything she had managed to make it to one of her favorite coffee shops.

Once inside she sat next to one of the windows in a booth. One of the waitresses brought her over her latte and sandwich bagel. Kitra smiled at her and then winced, drat this hangover! "Hey Amanda, do you have anything to help with a hangover?" Her voice sounded croaky, Kitra hastily cleared her throat as her waitress chuckled.

"I saw you didn't look to well this morning so I added something extra in your latte. Guess I guessed right." Kitra grinned sheepishly as Amanda winked at her and left to go refill coffee for a different booth. Kitra had pretty much refused to look in the mirror before she left. She figured her eyes were bloodshot and she knew she had to have bags under her eyes. Despite the late evening, Kitra had still woken up about seven and had been out by eight.

Her headache still very much hanging around, Kitra made herself open her bag to take a look at the list her clients wanted her to draw for them. Her sigh was audible before she drank some of her latte. That made her smile, it was very nummy and full of caffine. Which she desperatetly needed, considering the size of her wants from her clients.

A figure slid into her booth. A vicious mocking grin set on a familiar face across from her.He glanced down at the paper, looking at rows of names and subjects he assumed were demands made by meat of the dangerous and delectable woman across from him. He opened his mouth and words poured like acid past razor like teeth and hateful lips. "and I quote 'If Zelek is involved with this, then I will help you find a way to kill him if that would truly make you happy ' What the Hell Kitra? Wheres the loyalty? Where's the love? You look like hell by the way."

His hand snapped to get the attention of an immediately annoyed waitress. "bring me a triple shot Mocha frap." He looked at her and smiled at the disdain and added in the same tone Kitra had just received. "Please." the way it was said made it anything but a pleasantry.

He looked once more at the paper and waited for the Redhead that had been hit by the subway to respond to his taunting questions. the truth was, he was amused but it all, the time he spent with Syn were enlightening on so many levels.

Kitra barely noticed Zelek slide into her booth until he spoke. She grimaced and nodded at Amanda who vanished as quick as possible. "First off, I have a nasty headache. Second, Syn doesn't know how to kill you. Third, you prefer torturing and killing them yourself." Kitra set her list down and took a few much needed sips of her latte. "And yes I look like hell as I got roaring drunk last night. Thankfully all I have is a nasty headache."

She looked up at him and glared, "And what was with you letting Syn go nuts with torturing you by the way?" Kitra paused as Amanda brought Zelek's drink and a refill for her, then rushed off with an apologetic look at her. "Also unless I were to stab you and keep said object of your allergy in you then I highly doubt you would die." That last bit was said in a very cool and quite undertone.

Kitra looked him over, he really didn't look any worse for the wear. "How are you feeling? And you don't want to ruin those handsome lips of yours by letting more acid drip out of them." Kitra's voice was grumpy and filled with tired. Her gaze dropped off of Zelek and back down at her list. Ugh, what the heck did people think she was? All these demands and not enough time. She would have to call a few of them to lengenth their deadlines.

“So, you’re claiming you knew I was innocent? How does that taste in your mouth?" He smirked, this was going to be more fun than he could have imagined.. “ Hell looks good on you.” It really did to, Messy hair , dark circles around her eyes the defeated slump in her shoulders that he shouldn’t be in love with but absolutely was.

His grin broadened as he thought of that disturbing experiment. “ She was going to do it anyway. Why not enjoy it? Do you think I would let someone stab me with that? Honestly! The things you say sometimes.”
“I’m fine. Better than ever in fact.” He sipped his coffee and eyed the woman’s neck across from him before it disappeared before a curtain of strawberry. He stood up and sat in her side of the booth throwing an arm around her and resting on the back of the booth. Do you think they might except Sculptures instead of drawings?” perhaps they could find a private work space and explore the boundaries of what exactly she was signing up for as a meal ticket?

If it was simply an off the cuff remark, or in his old life if he had managed to get the girl so smitten with him that he could do whatever he pleased. He could make peace with that, indeed.

"Hmph, it was more so that I've figured out your 'style' so to speak." Kitra shuddered, "I get Syn was going to do it anyway but ugh. You sir are a masochist." She eyed him as he said he was better then ever and then continued to eye him as he moved to sit next to her. With his arm around her neck she flipped through her list, well lists actually, of people that wanted comissions done.

With a slight air of noncholantness she replied, "I believe there's about a third of my list here that would accept that." Kitra glanced up as Amanda returned with refills for them both.

"Miss Kitra, now don't you be getting too smitten with these empty void here." Amanda continued to hiss out of protectiveness, "He's an empty one and you are still hungover and not thinking right!"

Kitra chuckled, "Thank you Amanda. I will be fine though, I do have a few tricks up my sleeve." With Amanda still eyeing her, Kitra pulled out her wallet and pulled out two twenties and two one hundred dollar bills. After pulling those out Kitra also pulled a design from the back of her sketchpad. It was a low cut dress that went down past the knees, had slits up to the mid thigh on both sides. There was also a sketched shawl and lace gloves on it as well. She handed that and the money to Amanda.

Kitra couldn't help but laugh as Amanada let out a squee. "Make sure to pay for our drinks dear and then once off go get those made at your designer." She watched amused as Amanda danced her way to the register and then disappeared in the back of the coffee shop. "Well, she certainly is an interesting empath." Kitra looked rather amused as she looked at Zelek, which was somewhat difficult her him having his arm drapped on her. "Since I got back in the city, I've discovered quite a few coffee shops that are respectable for both mutants and humans."

Kitra let out a small yawn and leaned into Zelek's shoulder. Her voice come out a tad sultry and a little on the teasing side, "Whether or not you would allow someone to stab you with your allergy." A broad smirk appeared on her face, "I did manage to catch you unaware. Though it was a decent enough fight."

Her voice went quiet as she thought about if she should really do what she wanted to do. Kitra somewhat remembered talking to Abyss as to how dangerous Zelek's type could be. She mentally pushed that aside, "I never did get to thank you for getting me to Sanctuary to get me patched up." Her voice went even lower, "If we do want to have any sort of fun or decent relationship I would like to ask you to not kill anymore." Her sideways glance at Zelek was to keep an eye on his reaction. She really didn't think he would do anything in direct public, however you never know.

“Syn and I, while having that special moment won’t be exploring the depths od that peculiar interest any longer. You however seem actively interested in me, call me a masochist if you like dear, but you might consider your own predicament as well.”

Half a smile on his face promised retribution for her remarks. But for some reason he found himself fond of her instead of hating her, she was somehow bold instead of foolish, kind to Kitra instead of out of place to him. “The price of coffee has gone up.” he commented about the payment.

Zelek considered feeling the waitress’s lungs with something sharp, but spared her as it was sound advice. His eye brow raised as he picked something off the list that he decided would be fun and started to sculpt it in a fine stone, the nearby tile shop would wonder at how their tiles became so brittle. The one he picked was female fairy. He sculpted the little dragonfly-winged woman in Kitra’s likeness, nude to amuse himself and hopefully shock her. The colors he used were spot on as he had many shades to pull from the area next door. “I’ll have to concentrate on it for awhile but it will hold together if you’d like to sell it to that one.” He tapped the paper near the name. “I don’t want credit for the work, if you want claim it yourself name me only as an associate."

An empath would only be able to change his attitude toward her, if she realized his intent. Amanda’s days were numbered. ‘I’ve never noted a human I couldn’t convince that I was good for them, it’s the ones that are obvious that have the trouble, though I doubt those large red men you ascoiate with would have much cause to care what anyone thinks of them.

He raised any eyebrow at the head upon his shoulder; The woman next to him courted death and clearly valued him more than he valued anyone in the world. He was still a bit perplexed by the notion that someone could be interested. “What kind of thanks did you have in mind?”

Talks of fun and or relationships answered that for him, easily enough. But said fun came with stipulations. “Would you settle for an honest effort, to try to not kill anyone? I’m afraid that sometimes things get a bit complicated in my life, I could make an effort not to kill, but I can’t promise it. is that enough for you?” His nails ran lightly over her shoulder and up her neck. He might even actually do just that for awhile just to explore this odd proposition that Kitra represented.

Kitra shook her head, "No coffee hasn't gone up that much but shes brought me three refills at least and you two refills." She tapped her sketchbook where a copy of the dress and its accessories were there. "Her family runs a shop, getting those designs up and running also gets me a second income in case I ever need it." Kitra pondered a few moments on what Amanda had said while listening to Zelek respond to what she had said. "Hmm, when she said empty void that means she can't read you."

Her eyes slid to his, "Valiant effort would be lovely and I'm not sure what type of thanks I would like to give yet." Her eyes seemed to dance when she spoke again, "Do you even have a place where you stay?" Her smile shivered as his nails seemed to be a mere brush of air on her neck. It tickled and seemed to wake up a mischievous Kitra.

“Ah, that better clarifies things, It appeared as if you paid her to use one of your drawings to make herself an outfit. “

Zelek grinned. “She couldn’t. but you did well enough. She might have made me test my resolve to spare a life, if you hadn’t mentioned she wasn’t quite insulting me as much as it seemed.”
Valliant effort left room for mistakes. Mistakes he might try to avoid. None the less it gave him the wiggle room he required.

He chuckled quietly.

”Honestly Kitra, Just because my father has abandoned me, doesn’t mean he has left me out in the cold. He left me enough in bonds and other investments that I never need worry about clientele. He leaned forward; besides, I can summon gold and diamonds by the handful, why would I live like a pauper? I’ve always kept the penthouse as my own place of Solace, but it might be nice to have some company.”

He pulled out his cell phone and called for a cab. His fingers pet her neck and would continue to do so until a cab was ready. He had rarely shown off the lush life style he led these days.

Kitra drank the rest of her latte as she listened to Zelek. Once again eyeing his little creation, she tore a piece of paper from her sketchbook and had it mold itself around the little statue. It made itself into a cute little dress, mind you it was cute naked but Kitra didn't feel like having a minature of herself on display. It would have been fine if it hadn't been in the nude.

Her concentration was brought back to Zelek as he finished up be stating he had a penthouse. Kitra in all rights could afford one herself but had never bothered. "You have a penthouse? This is definetely a must see." Kitra poked her half uneaten sandwich as Zelek's fingers gently carassed her neck. Once the cab arrived, they left and off they went towards his penthouse.

Zelek smirked and made the small statue disproportionally curvy to render the dress less modest. He was sure she would up the ante and make the dress modest once more, but the point was to pester her and nothing less. after winning a particularly sour look from her, he dropped the access curves and snatched the statue off the table. Their cab had arrived and was already being accosted by some scoundrel with a briefcase.

The cab sped along to the place he rarely came to, to rest his head, he behaved here, he wouldn't tell it to Kitra, but He never brought someone here to toy with, drink from or worse. In fact, he never brought anyone here. She was his first guest and likely to be his last.

"Mr. Borova the door man held the door at a crisp attention and the button to one of several elevators was already pressed and waiting for them before they had arrived. the whole place spoke of over indulgence. A step into the elevator saw them take a quick ride to the top floor and exit into a hallway with only one door at the end.

Zelek put his thumb, his middle finger and then his pinky on a biometric scanner and the door clicked open.
"After you Kitra."

The interior of the pent house was an overwhelming amount of bright white and lighting, with splashes of red color here or there, it was modern and minimalistic.Several Red jasper statues of people stood here or there, females and males alike all with terror or defeat on their facial features. Sentinels of pain and sorrow stood of discretely in corners and nooks The outer wall was floor to ceiling glass, the view was amazing. Central park rolled out before them. He turned to Kitra, "what shall we do now?"

Kitra rolled her eyes as Zelek changed the curves on the little statue and modified the paper dress. Of course she gave Zelek a sour look for it. He fixed it as their cab arrived, which he rescued from a greedy looking salesmen. They arrived at a rather ritzy looking place and the door man held open the door for them with a small sniff at Kitra. She responded by rolling her eyes and following Zelek inside.

A quick ride later, they reached Zelek's penthouse which he opened with a fingerprint scanner. Kitra expected it to be gloomy and shady. However it was rather bright and had rather, oh my, um , grotesque looking statues. Kitra blinked slowly a few times and stared carefully at these 'statues'. She turned and outright glared at Zelek. "I sincerely hope you have a warehouse or a different place to store those." Her color had gone slightly green as she tried not to think she could have easily been one of those.

"If you hadn't attempted that trick of entombing me the other night then I it wouldn't have even crossed my mind that those were." Kitra stopped and took a deep breath to regain her composure. "Those go out please, or I do. Or at least cover them, or hide them, something!" Kitra's voice had a tinge of hysteria in it though. With her arms crossed and she stood there staring and waiting for his response. Kitra refused to move her eyes from Zelek as she did not want to see the extent of his 'statues'.

Ah, the statues, he had not thought about those at all. A pity he hadn’t rang ahead to have them stored. He was making such intriguing progress with Kitra already anyhow.

Zelek looked to her and tilted his head in confusion. As the demand was amended to a request, He went to a linen closet and pulled a large stack of red silk sheets and made his way around the apartment. “There aren’t any statues in the kitchen, the bathroom or my bedroom if you care to wait in there for a moment. He covered every last statue and observed the red silk pillars, Deciding he didn’t mind the aesthetic all that much at all.

Once finished covering the thirteen statues, he moved back to Kitra. ‘I’ll have them removed while we are in another room. If that suits you. Perhaps, you’d like to swim?” He reached out for her hand and took it leading her to his favorite part of the pent house, the pool “ So we are perfectly clear, I never intended on entombing you completely, your hands however were causing me trouble at the moment and so naturally I sought to control them. That said would you like a bathing suit?or…”He quirked a smile at her as always testing the boundaries that the woman might put up.

He pulled out his cell phone once more. ‘ I need assistance moving some of the statues in my home, send up the door man, I don’t care for how he looked at my guest. I’d like him to do the majority of the work. Yes, thank you.” He hung up the phone and smiled at Kitra.

Kitra watched gratefully as Zelek covered his 'statues'. Once he was done she uncrossed her arms and let them fall to her sides. She let herself be lead to the pool area. Kitra couldn't help but grin at his comment as she answered his question by stripping down to her underthings and did a small dive into his private pool.

Kitra resurfaced and eyed Zelek, "To answer your other statement, I did very much believe that you were going to encase me completely." She cleared her throat, "As you did so, of course I also reacted quickly enough so we didn't have to find out." Kitra smiled coyly at Zelek. Her smile turned into one of relief as he made the call to have those things removed from his penthouse.

Her voice came out quiet and reflective, "If you had a way to get your memories back would you?" Perhaps not an easy topic but an interesting one all the same. While she waited for his response another question popped to mind. "Why such interest in me still?"

Zelek sighed lightly as she began to disrobe without the slightest bit of shyness. He couldn’t deny that he enjoyed the view and while part of him watched her neck that would typically be the source of his amusement, he couldn’t help but notice there was so much more to her. Zelek slid out of the majority of his clothing and waded into the pool, resting his arms against the ledge of the pool and letting his feet bob up to the surface.

“Both of answers to those questions are wrapped around the same curiosity. With Hunter missing and remaining in hiding or seclusion or wherever he might be. I have no one. Except for one girl, from a past that I know nothing about. You are the only one that is fond of me in this world, capable of forgiving what I am. Or to you what I have become. There is a darkness inside of me that refuses to hide itself. I like that darkness, it makes me strong, it makes me callous, it renders me invincible. Part of me wants to know more about the past, but the big what if looms over me. what if I don’t care for what I find, what if it compels me to be something I don’t want to be. What if it compels me to compassion and weakness. What if it causes me to hate what I have become…?”

“You are lovely to behold, and a doorway to my past, you are tolerant of my past dealings and lenient with what you ask of me.”

“But then I have to put the same question to you, If I was some noble boy who could ensnare you heart in such a way to follow me to here, how are you still interested when I have changed so completely?”

Kitra couldn't help but admire Zelek's sleek body as he disrobed and slipped into the pool as well. She listened in silence as he answered her questions. Partially with questions of his own. Kitra was silent as she contemplated his questions. They were good ones to be sure, why was she still attracted to him? Why did she forgive his killing intent? And why in the world did she still feel safe? Even though she knew he could kill her in a hearbeat?

Kitra's voice was thoughtful and reflective when she spoke again. "Oddly enough I feel safe with you. Though I shouldn't, considering your nature." Her smile was meant to take the sting of her words. "While your nature does make me weary, I also still see the Zelek I first met." She shrugged, "Not sure how exactly, but the old you is still there. Perhaps just hiding for the moment."

"Weakness isn't always a bad thing. And sometimes what you might consider weakness, isn't weakness at all." Kitra leaned forward, giving an excellent display of her upper torso as she floated with her legs floating up behind her. She smirked, "And as to me seeing the old you, well even the first time you saw me after you turned." Her she paused and her smirk changed to a rueful grin, "You may have gone after me due to being blood crazed. But you still recognized me as someone you knew."

She sneezed and then grimaced, "I don't think I've quite recovered from being hungover." To cover her embarassment she ducked under the water and swam around the pool. Her long red hair fanned out making her swimming look weird as she looked only like hair floating across the pool's surface. Kitra stopped when she swam past Zelek and she popped her head up and smiled again at him.

Now she was just a yard or so from him. Still it didn't bother her, why she still couldn't be sure. He was a dangerous being to be sure, but the attraction was there. It wasn't due to him being a deadly creature or him being alluring and downright handsome. Kitra felt closer to him then that, why she wasn't sure she would ever figure it out.