~~"Oddly enough I feel safe with you. Though I shouldn't, considering your nature."

He looked at her and nodded, “It is true, I’m not to be trusted..” he tilted his head. “So then I was still vile and murderous? Ah, no I guess not if he is hiding for the moment.”

~~"Weakness isn't always a bad thing. And sometimes what you might consider weakness, isn't weakness at all."

What a very Kitra thing to say. “Weakness by definition is a bad thing.” He shook his head in passive disagreement.weakness wasn't weakness, what did that even mean, of course a weakness was a weakness.

~~"And as to me seeing the old you, well even the first time you saw me after you turned." "You may have gone after me due to being blood crazed. But you still recognized me as someone you knew."

“Hmmm, Interesting.” He may have been distracted by her and the effect the water had on her improvised bathing suit. By the time he had gathered his thoughts she had disappeared beneath the surface.

He reached out to her slowly calmly. The look she gave him was inciting, the way her scarlet hair darkened and laid flat and dripping was an intriguingly attractive affect. He attempted to draw her closer. For once he had eyes only for her lips and not a thought of her neck crossed his mind. "Perhaps, I could help you over come it?"

The way he was staring at her made her blush and then some. Zelek did however answer all her inquires, and they sounded honest enough. Even if it was answered in a Zelek like way, and it was answered in a distracted manner. Was she distracting him? The thought and then the realization caused her her lips to give away to a sly smirk.

She allowed Zelek to draw her close and for an answer to her allowing him to overcome her hungover, well, she kissed him. Instead of allowing a full out response, she drew him slowly out of the water with her. Pulling gently in case he didn't want to go to a more comfortable area, she led him back through the main area. Kitra was pleased to note somewhere in the back of her mind that the 'statues' were gone.

Her eyes spotted his bedroom and she made her way towards it. She led Zelek along with kisses and loosing what little clothing she was wearing. Soon they reached the bed. At some point however they had both managed to towel off. As she laid on the bed she wasn't sure if she had pulled Zelek down or if he had pulled her down. However it didn't matter anymore.


***Fade to black***

Zelek stretched and woke with a resounding yawn, a smile on his lips and pep in his step. The sun was barely coming over the horizon and naked as a jaybird he walked to the floor to ceiling window, whistling as he did so.

Oh, the night he had! He expected something to transpire between him and the woman laying in the bed behind him, but he wasn't sure what or when. He turned his back on the panoramic view of central park for a more interesting view of red silk on the palest of flesh, a mess of red strands upon his pillows and her quietly sleeping, never had she been more vunerable yet safe in front of him.

What was the woman doing to him. She was even making his heart beat harder as he looked upon her. His heart was beating hard! He looked down at his skin and noted a bit more color there than the night before. a slight confusion crossed his mind as he walked to the mirror. His flesh was so much...fleshier.

Something was wrong, very wrong...

His eyes widened as he stared at his shoulder. Scratches ran from his shoulder down to his chest... but how? why? why were the scratches still there?
Zelek swallowed hard as he form a small rudimentary blade of stone in his hand. Putting the blade to his arm, he cut shallowly and slowly.

His arm bled and bled, dripping on the floor. His skin did not tiddly patch itself up.It did not seal itself up to appear as if nothing ever happened.

He turned again marching over to the bed. A growl breached his throat words following shortly after. "What! have you done to me?" He raged, barely holding back the turmoil that wanted to boil over into blood lust.

Kitra felt a small smile come to her lips as she lazily remembered the previous evening. She hadn't been expecting what had happened, but goodness it was fun. She had felt Zelek get up, however she hadn't wanted to stir yet. Kitra was nearly back asleep when Zelek's growling voice caused her to sit up in alarm.

"What! have you done to me?"

Kitra stared for a moment as she realized with a shock that Zelek was bleeding. And he wasn't healing. Without a thought for her nudity, she tore the bedsheet she was holding and wrapped Zelek's arm. Her voice shook, "How could I have done anything?!" Kitra took a few deep breaths before continuing, "The only thing I can control is paper and I certainly wasn't doing that last night!"

At some point she had stood and had let go of Zelek's arm and had made her way to his bathroom. Shuffling noises and things clattering were heard. Shortly she reappeared with a first aid kit in hand. Kitra dropped the first aid kit on the bed and she noted slightly that her hands were shaking. Zelek was bleeding, what did that mean? There was no way it could have been something she did.

Kitra looked at Zelek, her voice was oddly calm, "I have no idea what's going on but I need to get that taken care of." She pointed to his wrapped arm. "Please." Her hand was still shaking so she let it fall to her side. Why did it scare her so? What did it mean that he was bleeding? And hadn't she already asked herself this?

Zelek stood there, outrage simmered and solidified into a cold hate. He still had no idea what to think. This had to be her fault, didn't it? Was it some plot to make him the man she wanted him to be again?

"How indeed. i've been with no one else, nor anywhere else since my flesh was tested. Never mind that he might as well have confessed to having fed before he stopped by the coffee shop. his last kill, if his words proved true. perhaps the last necessary kill depending on if his body no longer required blood to sustain its self either. he would have to see the Doctor.

He stood and waited for Kitra to tend his wounds. their complete lack of clothing and the concerned look she was giving him managed to distract him some from his train of murderous thought

Kitra was afraid, and if he had of realized the fear was for i'm he might not have been thinking about stabbing her as she thought of a further reply, suspicion fueled by confusion urged him to stab her and never stop.

The quiet please, however, was what stayed his hand. "If it wasn't you. Then how?' He didn't understand at all. Had someone else perpetrated this upon him?

Then it dawned on him...the one thing he had never done before. the only new thing? Could that have been it?

She wrapped his arm. She wouldn't like the reason he had a medical kit, it certainly wasn't for him. As she wrapped it he stared at her trying to calculate if it was worth it. The fact that he couldn't decide said a lot about the brink he stood on.

Kitra finished wrapping Zelek's arm with trembling hands. To be fair she wasn't afraid for herself, though common sense would say she should be. She was afraid for Zelek. "I have no idea how this happened." Her breath was somewhat ragged as her mind kept racing as it tried to figure out what was wrong. "Is it possible because you haven't had blood in awhile?"

As the words left her mouth she had looked directly as Zelek. The widening of her eyes was all she allowed herself to do as she noted the murderous look in his eyes. To hide her growing alarm she fumbled with the first aid kit as she more closely inspected its contents. Her search brought about a surgical kit, complete with a very sharp blade, needle and thread, and a syringe. Kitra decided she did not want to know what was in the syringe so put it aside.

Her attention however, was on the surgical blade Zelek had inside the first aid kit. She knew he would probably prefer to bit her if he needed blood. Kitra did not, however, wish to be possibly torn apart by his anger and she was sure his anger also fueled his bloodlust.

Taking the surgical blade in her right hand, it hovered over her left arm for a few seconds. Her mind however was whining at her not to do this, it wouldn't be a good idea. What if he attacked her?! Kitra made a small noise as her mind raced. Was she being logical? Nope, logic was apparantly not on her list of things to use today. Kitra shook her head and went to make a cut in her arm.

A small smirk lit his lips, remembering fondly the fight his last victim put up, wild blue hair, and a flair for harajuku. She screamed at him in a tongue that he didn’t understand in the slightest, but knew exactly what she meant.

“No, it isn’t a lack of blood.” He instinctively slapped the blade out of her hand and across the room. if anyone was stabbing her, it was going to be him. Or did he just want her safe? This woman was a sorceress, did she know? Did she know she could have this effect on him? Physiologically? Psychologically? He doubted it, wouldn’t she have been, more victorious?

“You’re innocent aren’t you?” He looked into her eyes and turned away from her. He dissolved the stone blade in his hand. “I want to hurt you, hurt you so bad. I can’t seem to bring myself to do it however.”
He sighed as he walked to his closet. He should kill her, he killed for less and often, she had stolen eternity from him. He wasn’t one of those fools that cared for those that withered around him as he stayed ageless. No, He wouldn’t decide her fate right this moment. If he was going to do it, he wanted to savor it.

He turned from the entrance of his walk in his closet to face her once more. In nearly an emotionless tone he stated. “I’m going to go see my doctor. If I find out you had anything to do with it, well, let’s just say it would be best to not be here when I return, if however, you are sure you didn’t. Then feel free to stay. I’ll have them add your fingerprints to unlock my front door and you can stay as long as you like, I'm sure you understand.”

Kitra didn't move as Zelek smacked the blade out of her hand. Her eyes met his as they showed her innocence in not doing this to him. Zelek seemed very much alive, he was still pale but there was life there which wasn't there the prior day. Kitra nodded mutely as Zelek stated he was going to see his doctor.

She watched wordlessly as Zelek disappeared into the walk in closet. Kitra couldn't resist a small smirk as his cute butt walked in. However her expression was blank when he came out fully clothed. As he exited she spoke softly, "I would not hurt you purposefully." With that Zelek shut the door. She heard him tell someone to add her fingerprints to the scanner. After that she heard nothing.

For awhile Kitra just sat there stunned. Her mind was reeling with shock at what had happened. It appeared that Zelek was now.... Here her mind paused as it tried to process yet again. Zelek was mortal. At least that's what seemed to be going on. Finally Kitra stood and retrieved her clothes from the pool room and headed to the bathroom. Kitra took a lengthy shower and once done dressed and wrote a quick note to Zelek just in case he got back before she did.

Zelek,

I plan on being back here in the evening. I need to go to my apartment and get some things as well as do some shopping since your apartment isn't equipped for female needs.

With that Kitra went to put love Kitra however she erased the l she had started writing and just wrote Kitra. And with that done, Kitra grabbed her bag and left as well. As the door clicked shut behind her she checked to see if the scanner registered her fingerprint. Which it did thank goodness. For the rest of the day Kitra shopped and got the necessary things she needed from her apartment.