Victoria was having a good day. She was taking her day off at Hellmann and had rented a little rowboat out to Benoit Island for some more conjuring practice. There were some rocks there, maybe she'd conjure a harness and go climbing.

She was wearing jean shorts, enjoying the mild weather that seemed to favor Bayfield lately. She'd braided her hair into a large bun on the back of her head and decorated it with a blue ribbon weaved in and out of it. A soft and slightly flowing white shirt made her feel very comfortable and cool today as if nothing at all could be wrong with the world.

Majick was flowing in and out of her fingers, randomly becoming water and sand and that mystic inbetween state.

She wasn't too worried about people seeing her. She was on the top of a bunch of rocks, after all.

Lucian was merely taking a short walk, nothing more, nothing less. He had on simple tennis shoes, jeans, and a black t-shirt. Luce's hair was down today and he had on his accustomary glasses. Nothing special. Well, nothing special til he noticed the rocks and the girl on top.

He removed the bandages about his neck, murmuring words 'Shrink the rocks so that I may see who is hiding from me' and the rocks did shrink so he could see her. He tilted his head, watching her curiously, "What were you doing?"

By now, he was already wrapping the bandages back around his scar the glowed faintly when he had spoke.

A loud shriek came from the top of the readily shrinking rockface. The person it belonged to was clinging to what she could and desperately hoping she wouldn't fall off. Her lap and shirt were now covered in mud. The water and sand had mixed when she was startled into losing her concentration, then had fallen to get her into a mess.

"What was I doing? I was hiding from uninitiates! What were you doing, shrinking a hill in plain view of everyone?!"

She was a little upset. It wasn't true that people were watching, or seeing. The principle was that they could have been. Let her alone, she was scared and doesn't really mean what she's snapping at him for right now.

Lucian watched boredly, "If I didn't think you had a nice rack, I wouldn't listen to you shrieking. I wanted to see what you looked like so I brought you down here. Simple." He shrugged, watching her curiously, "I'm not so sure you're worth bringing down. You look sort of small."

"Excuse me?"

Her face held a glare fit to melt steal.

If she saw him as a threat, she might have been holding a large bludgeon by now. But as it was, she was content to glare him to death. She didn't like people looking at her body (unless they were given permission) and sure as hell didn't like people insulting it.

"Care to run that by me again?"

Her hands were already faintly shimmering with blue substance. It was very light, though, perhaps he didn't notice it.

He must have ignored her hands while he gave her a once over and nodded, believing his theory is correct, "I'm telling you that you're flat. There's nothing there. Nada."

He rolled his shoulders in a shrug, "I thought you had big boobs, I was bringing you down for a quick frisk, now you don't have a lot I can see, so I'm not that interested with you anymore." Least he was truthful.

"You jerk!"

Forget melting steal. The glare moved on to killing Superman. But Lucian wasn't quite Superman, was he?

"And what even makes you think that I would want to do a freak like you?"

She might, under different circumstances. But not now. Now he was just rude.

"Because I'd be the best sex you'd ever have." He shrugged nonchalantly, leaning back against a tree, "And it seems like you haven't had much, figuring how uptight you are." Behind his spectacles, blue eyes danced with amusement. He loved this right now. It was so much fun.

While his blue eyes danced with amusement, blue magic swirled around her with malice.

"Yeah right, you'd probably be as good as a goat with hemerrhoids."

But when he made the crack against her love life (which was undoubtedly true, however tragic) she didn't feel like talking to him anymore. A bit of magic flung at his face and as it got nearer, it solidified into hundreds of little shards of sharpened metal. Ok. Maybe it wasn't aimed directly at his face and more like his general direction.

"You only wish I was that good."

Fingers caugh tthe clasp and ripped off the bandages. An arm came up to protect his eyes - no one wanted those to be injuried. 'Make a prison out of rocks around her hands!' He didn't have time for a defense, so he might as well attack.

Ooh. His face got scratched. He wasn't happy. "That was -really- rude of you, flat girl."

Tori didn't really reply to him, she was too busy trying to get the rocks off of her hands and they wouldn't budge. She was trying very desperately. She didn't like having her hands bound. No, she was too vulnerable then and things similar to this had happened before.

"Get them off, please.."

The rocks had lowered her to the ground and her eyes were shut. Her shoulders shook while she begged.

"Please take them off.."

"No."

He wasn't an angel, he wasn't meant for mercy. He looked down at her through his glasses, an arm around himself while his other traced the scars on his neck, "If I let you go, you'll attack. You can undo your own mess. You started it, you can finish it by getting yourself out."

"Not like you have big boobs, so I wouldn't help you in hopes of sex."

"You could help me in hopes of being a nice person. I can't think straight right now, I can't get them off!"

She was rather pathetic sitting there on the earth. She needed to get herself under control but wasn't really calm enough to do so. All she concentrated on was the fact that there were things on her hands preventing her from getting free.

"I'm not going to help you. You attacked me first and expect kindness?" He shook his head, "You have another thing coming. The world doesn't work that way."

He mumbled, conjuring up a seat by bending the branches of the tree behind him. Sitting down, he just watched her squirm. "Lucky that I didn't decide to crush you. It would have been fitting." For now, he's just watch her in her misery out of the corner of his eye while he looked for split ends in his hair.

"Where do you get off interrupting my free time just to insult me?!"

By now the rock on her left hand was practically dripping with power, but she couldn't concentrate it enough to get the rock off.

Lucian shrugged, "I get off because I thought you were hot. But I was WRONG. Even your personality sucks." He watched her hand, eyeing it up. She could break the rocks easily, but she wasn't. He'd have to keep a defense on the tip of his tongue.

"And you attacked me, so you're in the place you deserve to be. On the GROUND."

"You fucking bastard."

The rocks were still on her hands, but they were both nearly glowing as she lept up from the ground to do some sort of bodily harm to him. The magic was even extending to her ams while she ran towards him.

Lucian held out his hand, "I'm not below hitting a woman. If you ARE one." He was amused watching her too, oh darn.

He pushed himself up from the tree, letting pieces of his hair drop. "Well, if you're going to come at me, you might as well. It'll be a disappointment if you don't." Lucian grinned. His grin was a little off for his canines grew a smidgen longer and just a tad sharper.

When she neared him, her arms swung about and aimed to hit him in the head with the rocks Lucian put on her hands. Magic flowed in her wake and she was half in hysterics. She wanted her hands released and she wanted them released now. Magic turned into little things that bit and burnt and picked. Hopefully a little pain would convince him to do so. Unfortunately, she didn't know Lucian.

Lucian, despite saying he wasn't below hitting her, he didn't. He just merely removed his glasses so that they wouldn't be broken. He 'suffered' through the pain, grinning at her, "What? that tickles. Hardly a pinch." He opened his arms a little, "Is that all you got?"

"Stop it!"

She was getting frustrated, nothing seemed to work! Why wouldn't he just get hurt and let her be satisfied?

She lifted both of her arms and swung them to either side of his face, aiming for the rocks to smash on the sides of his head. She anticipated that he'd dodge and she wouldn't be able to do any real damage to him anyway.

He threw his arms up to the sides, his wrists catching the rocks, "Give me something that isn't so predictable and easy." Lucian sneered, "Typical of a woman. No fight at all." He threw his arms down, pushing her's away, "Give me something I can fight back to!"

As soon as he'd said it, the both of them were surrounded in the blue substance that didn't feel like anything. Electrons started jumping from magic to man in heaps and it almost seemed like being caught in the midst of a thunder storm. Soon, instead of being encased in rock, her hands held daggers that twisted to reach the arms he'd stopped her with.

He caught one of the daggers, his palm sliced. The other went through his forearm. Brows furrowed, Lucian sucked in an air suddenly, "Are you going to -force- me to hurt you?" He was holding back by doing nothing at all to her. See, he really isn't that bad of a guy.

For now at least. The scar on his neck started to glow a little bit, probably as a warning that he had words on the tip of his tongue.

She hadn't actually meant to make it go through his arm. To tell the truth she was feeling kind of sick. There was blood in his hands and it was falling from his arm where the blade had gone through. Even though she'd stabbed him it had no effect on him.

The situation had gotten way out of control very quickly. It probably hadn't even been ten minutes since he took Tori from her private place on top of the small chunk of rock.

Ten minutes or longer it might have been, but she suddenly felt extremely tired. She didn't normally use her magic in such a way. It was always controled and harmless, not sporatic and potentially lethal.

Victoria shut her eyes while her body shook with the aftershock of fear and guilt and magic once again glowed around them. The daggers disappeared and the electricity went away but the blood and wounds on Lucian's arm and hand was being bathed in blue light. As she concentrated the particles of magic were copying healthy parts of Lucian's body and going to their proper places, slowly healing what it could before Tori gave up the strength to do so. It was tiring and difficult work to put back what she'd destroyed.

Before she finished what she could, Lucian's palm was healed and his arm no longer had a wound going all the way through. But she had to leave it. She was tired and remorseful. He was right, all he'd done was goad her.

Anything she said was soft and quiet because Tori wouldn't be able to sustain a louder voice.

"I'm sorry I got so out of control. You scared me so much I didn't know what else to do.."

Lucian snarled, not happy to have her magic healing him. "Sorry?" He grabbed her by the front of her shirt, pulling her nearly up to his full height, "You attack me and then feel SORRY? I would say that you're only telling me this because you don't want hurt." He snarled this time, dropping her from his hold.

"You're not better than a lowly demon." And he was sorely tempted to spit on her.

If she thought she was scared before, her fear hightened ten-fold when he picked her from the ground. The fabric from her clothes bit into her underarms and back, only increasing her awareness of the danger. He wasn't a rational person, she could see that now. Hell, now she knew he wasn't even a person. He was a demon and she classified that as something completely different.

When Lucian dropped her to the ground, Victoria huddled in upon herself, making herself look smaller.

"YES I felt sorry! I was being irrational or can you not understand the simple concept of fear and past experiences?! If I'm no better than a lowly demon then how can I be better than you who isn't even damaged by lightening?" She would probably be forced to eat those words later.

Though she could barely stand to do it, she began reserving what she had left of magic within her. Careful to keep it from outward manifestation, Tori knew that instead of fighting for her pride she very well may have to begin fighting for her life.

Lucian glared at her, deciding to let her in on a little secret, "I could feel it. Just one tidbit, I have a high pain threshold. A little bit of a masochist." He stared at her down on the ground, his eyes more or less describing he didn't think very highly of her right about now.

He crouched down, laying his palm flat on the ground as he leaned forward, face inches away from Tori's, "And you learn that fear has no place. Fear is a weakness." He looked her up and down, "And past experiences obviously didn't make you any smarter."

Then he closed his eyes, muttering underneath his breath, 'I need sex.'

Well yeah, he was right. But there was no way she'd admit that to him. So what if she was scared at times? Fear could sometimes warn you of a dangerous situation. Sure, it didn't work this time...but she could learn...maybe.

But when she heard the slight mumble under his breath, she quickly scrambled a few feet away and looked up with wide eyes in surprise. Yeah, he had commented on her boobs, but was that really what all this was about?!

"What?"

Lucian raised his eyebrows, "Not you." He shook his head, running his hands through his hair, "I have a bet. A bet with someone.. Well, no need to explain. But in order to screw him, I can't do anyone else for a week. A WEEK." He never went twelve hours let alone a whole week.

For a second, the thought of guyxguy ran a littlt course with her. It was just strange but as far as she was concerned: suit yourself.

She spoke, her voice still shaking some, "Is this why your in such a bad mood or are you always this...cranky? ((finding no better word for it))"

If sex was his problem she might sorta kinda may be able to understand his attitude but only to some degree. Hell, she didn't know. He was a demon, maybe it was different for them.

He sat back, now on his rump, "It's the sex. I usually go at it, two three times on a slow day. And he asks me to go a whole week? He thinks I can't do it, but I will, but I'll be worse than a woman without her midol." He rubbed his temples, growling, getting worked up again. "He's a bitch sometimes."

There she could be a little more sympathetic. She was a woman who loved her Midol. Still, two to three times a day? On a slow day? yeesh. She should be thankful neither of them are interested.

Just to get her mind off of their previous activities, she began to conjure random things. Mostly simple stuff that she could do without much thought. Water and sand were easy--pure water and sand were easy--so she went back to switching it back and forth, her hands moving as if she were playing with a slinky. The action helped sooth her and she was able to talk a little easier.

"And...why...is he doing this?" She was confused why someone would just out of the blue order no sex and she wanted to be straightened out.

Lucian by now had a whole curtain of blonde hair over his face as he was still trying to ward off a headache, "Why? I haven't seen him in nearly fifty years and he made this because he thinks I can't do it. If I win, and I will, I get to screw him. Great sex from him."

This time he looked up at her, putting his glasses back on, "And I WILL. He's forgotten how stubborn I can be. The thing is, he just doesn't think. It's be much easier to let me now." Well, he could just force himself, but hey, he was taking the novelty route.

"Well good," she nodded with enthusiasm, "At least you're determined."

This was quite possibly the strangest conversation she'd ever had, the encounter with Rasmus notwithstanding. Thinking of Rasmus, she hadn't seen him in a while...she hoped he was alright. He'd been very upset before...

Clearly, she'd been distracted.

"And then, I decided screw it. I'll go get someone. And I thought, maybe you look good. Nope, and you're flat. Nothing good. Then you decide to go insane, off the wall. And you don't even pay attention." He reached up, snapping his fingers in front her eyes. "If you're going to zone out, least don't get the glossy eyed look."

"What?" she finally shook out of it, "Oh sorry. I was just--nevermind. It wouldn't matter to you anyway," then she noticed how her shirt was wet yet again.

Damnit, her lap was once again covered in mud. He startled her again!

"Damn, would you stop doing that?! That's the second time you've gotten me to spill all over myself! Do you know how hard it'll be to get these stains out? Geez..."

She pulled her shirt away from her torso but it just didn't help. There was no use for it, she'd just have to get a new one.

"Gross, I'm going to have to go through the city covered in mud! Uuugh!" It wasn't a cry of frustration, more like a groan of ickyness.

"That's your fault. You're not careful with your magic." He snorted, laughing a little, "But I believe it's hilarious how it looks like you had a couple of accidents." He sat back on his heels, surveying her, "Oh, don't you just look so lovely? I'm sure you'll get offers on the street."

He was being sarcastic by the way.

She must not have learned her lesson the first time because she threw some sand and water at Lucian. It wasn't dangerous, just gross and dirty.

"There. Now you get to go places looking like you crawled out of a sewer."

Ha ha ha.

Lucian shrugged, removing his shirt, "I think I'll manage." No problem for him. He'd walk down the street in nothing. He flexed one arm, flicking off a speck of sand, "I am forever resourceful. No problem to me." He eyed her up, grinning, "But you on the otherhand, you'll still look like you came from the sewer."