I was lost, and then you were found

[Magda Eisenhardt]

He had nothing planned for after, and that made her wonder how he'd feel when it was done. Would he have an aimless path, or would he find something new to live for with the intensity that he lived with his hunt now. "When it's over, Erik, if you find yourself needing something to do . . . . you should find me. I would I like to meet the man who is at peace." Or who she could help find peace.

He had spoken of how much she loved life, and she knew she had to explain. "I was small for my age back then. The guards didn't like seeing the results of that evil man's work so they figured I couldn't cause trouble. I was never treated like them--" like Erik was. "--but I saw it everyday. Every morning and every evening. It was the first and last thing I saw and did every day." Her hands shook and she pulled them under the table to rest on her lap. "I saw . . . " Grown men crying, begging for death. Saw them with open wounds, with dead eyes. So much.

"I don't want that to be my defining memories. When I die I want to look back and see more good then evil. I want life and love and enjoy. They can't take that from! They could not then and they cannot now." She could not met his eyes. When she had began talking, they had lowered, and even now she could not bring them to his face. She had seen too much evil to let him see it still effected her. "I wish that for you too. That once day you will something something that takes the place of that. While it might not erase the memories--that you find something that means more."

"I wish it for all of us." The survivors.

[Erik Lehnsherr]

Peace. She spoke of how she would like to see the man at peace after Shaw was dead. Peace was never an option for him. He knew that killing Shaw would not grant him peace, so much as satisfaction. But the damage that Shaw had done was permanent. Him, and humans, in their creation of this war, of this imprisonment. He thought of seeing her again and found himself rather wanting that, yet also knew that it may not change anything. That he would still be this man, one who could not make her happy with the life he chose and the darkness that haunted his mind and blackened his soul. She spoke of her experience in the camps and it rendered silence from Erik. He knew what they did to them in there. Hearing her speak of it, brought his mind back to those years of torture and suffering for all the prisoners within the camp. He just listened to her; listening to how much more she wanted from life. How she wanted to appreciate all the good rather than dwell in all the evil.

"Is there truly such a thing that can take the place of the memories?" He challenged. He was unsure what she hoped to find in this world, and his view was far more cynical than hers. The closest thing to any good he had seen, was in her. Back at the camp, and now. But he could not rely on that; he could not rely on her to take that burden of representing what good there is in the world. For the dark would still overshadow it and he knew it would be that way until Shaw was dead. But he knew his thoughts were contradictory for if he really felt that way, then why was he still in her company? "I applaud you in how you choose to perceive the world, but I cannot share the same views as you." The same optimism. The same hope that there was something better here for them. But with that said . . . "I hope you do find that something one day." So that she could be happy. He wanted that for her. "If you have not found it already," he added.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

She had not found it yet, however, "There are moments, like today, when I believe that it is more the possible, Erik." To see him smile at her, after everything that had been done to her, "Because once a little boy risked his life for a girl he had only known a short time. That kindness is proof to my believe. Seeing you now . . . I believe it still."

He might be seeking to kill an evil man, but he had shown her nothing but kindness. Surely if he found another like him that was being hurt or in need he would prevent that from happening to them. He could come out of this a hero rather then a broken man. She hoped for that for him. "I will light candles when I pray for you to one day believe in it too. Or to get a taste of it."

[Erik Lehnsherr]

If he was the one giving her hope for that something wonderful, then he knew he was fooling her; trapping her in an illusion. She should not see him that way, but then again, he should not see her that way either . . . yet he couldn't help it. She spoke of what he had done in the camps, and saw it as only a fraction of what she had done to him. So many times he had wished Shaw would have just taken his life to end the torture, yet seeing her every day, gave him that will to keep living. Though that incentive had transformed to revenge, which was what drove him now. She spoke of lighting a candle in prayer, and he wanted to tell her to save her matches.

Though also would not discourage her in what she felt the need to pray for, and believe in. "Perhaps I already am," he admitted, knowing he should not be suggesting that she was this something to him, but it seemed he was no longer in control of his actions and words: his emotions and heart completely took over. "But perhaps it is also too late for some of us who survived that camp." Too late, because they could not come back from it. They could not be who they once were. She spoke of that little boy, he was no longer him. And he could not pretend to be. He was beyond saving, and he was not looking for salvation. He was seeking vengeance.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

Perhaps he was? She felt her lips tilt up in a slight smile, before her eyes finally found his again. It was only fair, "I am too." Because right now she was tasting what life could be like, if things were different. While she would forever wish the horrors never happened, she was aware that she'd not have met Erik otherwise. It wasn't like they would have travel in the same social settings anyway.

He also spoke of it being too late, and Magda refused to let him believe that, but she was too aware how others needed to deal with it their own way. It was why she had broken from her group a long time ago--because she dealt with it her own way, and them another. "I will believe enough for us both then." She promised.

[Erik Lehnsherr]

She would believe for the both of him. He did not want to say anything that would offend her or make her feel discouraged from this. So instead, he just gave a slight smile and small nod. Thankfully, the timing of the food was impeccable. It came and he couldn't help but smile as he watched her excitement over the meals they had ordered. He too enjoyed the fresh taste of it, knowing it was even better in the circumstances he was having it, and the company he kept while eating. They engaged in casual conversations, nothing overly intense, which was a welcome relief for Erik. Instead, they were pretending to be just two normal people. Two people who were enjoying dinner and one another's company.

When it came to an end, Erik paid for their meal and they left the restaurant. The air was still warm, still with a cool breeze and it felt rather serene to be walking alongside Magda; something he never thought he would have done. "I know I asked you this earlier, but is there anywhere you need to be?" He asked. He did not want her to leave his company. In fact, he was expecting her to return to his room tonight. But he also knew he had to ask, just to be sure. For if she needed him to take her anywhere, then he would have to do so. For he would not force her to stay. No matter how much he may want her to.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

Magda enjoyed the foods, eating all of her's and trying bites of Erik's when she could get away with it. She loved food, and being here with him was the only thing that trumped the wonderful foods she had tasted this night. It was perfect and wonderful! She never wanted it to end.

As they walked back she again took his hand, letting her fingers causally interlock with his, as she took in the sights of the night. "I like to think this is were I am supposed to be tonight. Why else would you have found me today?" She paused for a moment, "I never asked how you did. How you knew it was me."

[Erik Lehnsherr]

Her words caused a small smile on his lips, listening to her speak of how it was almost meant to be that he had found her, and that meant she was supposed to be with him tonight. Even if she had not felt like it was where she belonged, he would have found a way to convince her . . . though he knew he shouldn't. For the first time in years, he felt he didn't want to be alone tonight. And there was no one else he wanted to be with, other than her.

Her question caused him to pause, recalling that moment where she had passed him and he had caught a glimpse of her arm. "Your arm," he revealed, knowing that the tattooed they both had been branded with would forever stay with them. Would forever serve as a painful reminder. "I just happened to be glancing at it the exact moment you passed me. I instantly recognized the number." For he had looked at it practically every day at the camps. "I knew it was you." He had seen it and felt it.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

Her number. They had taken her identity away from her, but it was also how Erik had found her. "Then I find myself grateful I have yet to have it covered." Because she planned to cover it with something one day. "I always tell myself that I would have something special to me written over it with the forever ink . . . the . . . tattoo."

She had not yet found something that she wanted a reminder of everyday. It would be written in the language of her people, and there every time she saw it. So it had to be important. It had to be something made of love, not a number of hate.

[Erik Lehnsherr]

He found himself wondering what she would put over it. Asking was futile for she seemed to not know either. He did not plan to cover his. It served as a reminder to him, of the cruelty of humans. Of how society was un-accepting of those they deemed different. It was his mark. A permanent scar among all the others, only this one was a physical one rather than a mental or emotional one. "I think that would be good," he told her with a bit of a smile. It would be good for her. Once again, she was showing how to let go of the past, something he could never do. And yet again, it served as a reminder as to how different they were. Polar opposites it seemed but it made Erik no less affectionate toward her.

"At least now I will be able to recognize you in a way beyond what we were branded with." He didn't like that. Having to recognize her based on a number, but it was the reality. Now, he would never forget her face. Whether they parted tomorrow or sometime after; whether it would take months, or years, or perhaps an eternity, to ever see each other again . . . he would not forget her.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

He said it was a good idea, and Magda was glad he approved. It meant a lot to her that someone who knew what she had gone through--and went through worse--agreed with the plan. There was many who would not have done so, and instead wore it to remind them of hate. It pleased her to know that Erik might be more like her then the others.

"How right you are," Using their linked hands she half turned and half swung around to come before him. Rising to her toes she kissed him, and smiled while keeping their lips close. "Yes, I will always know these lips." She was teasing him, trying to make him smile by embarrassing him some, "How smart of you, Erik, to remember me this way." Then she quickly stole another kiss to distract him, while she stole his hat and danced away from him, placing it on her head.

[Erik Lehnsherr]

He found himself engrossed in each kiss she gave him, and giving a slight smile at each word she said, and action she made. Seeing her so light hearted was certainly a contagious feeling. While it did not lessen the burden that he felt from everything else, it was rather refreshing to see this, to see her. And he found more and more drawn to her; more captivated by her. He just watched her as she stole his hand and practically danced away from him, the same smile on his lips over how open and carefree she was.

"It also seems that I will be able to recognize you through your wearing of my hat," he said teasingly. "For this is now the second time you have stolen it," he said, with teasing accusation. He didn't mind of course. He was merely attempting to encourage this light mood that she was always able to create in his presence. And he had a strong feeling he would miss it once she was parted from him. Whenever that may be.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

He teased her about the hat, and Magda laughed enjoying that they could be like this together. All the more proof that Erik was not lost to the darkness! She tilted the hat down on her head, then turned it so she work it off center, rather then like how he wore the gadjo hate. "It's too proper!" She told him, walking back to meet him.

Everything about Erik was proper, and very gadjo. His clothing was neat, and the colors muted rather then in reds and colors. It was formal rather then easy to wear. She liked it, and liked the idea of mussing him up so he looked less pressed and polished. Her hands touched his jacket, and she opened it some, looking over him, "I want you out of these."

[Erik Lehnsherr]

She spoke of how his clothing was too proper and he gave a bit of a smile at this. She then opened his jacket a little and her eyes looked over him. "Because they are too proper?" He questioned. "Or because of reasons that will make me order room service next time?" He asked. Both reasons being different. The first in relation to her previous words. The latter, in relation to how he wished they never left the room, for seeing her now, and being with her, filled him with that need to be alone with her.

And at the same time, seeing her smile so brightly over walking, going to the restaurant, and dancing on the street, made it worth it. He leaned toward her, speaking directly in her ear in a low voice so that they would not be overheard by any passerbys. "Though I will say that I share a mutual desire when it comes to your own attire," he told her. Meaning, he too wanted her out of her clothing . . . though not for reasons of them being too proper or too casual.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

Her noise wrinkled, "room service?" What was that? Honestly she did not care! He had said next time! Meaning he was not thinking of leaving her too quickly! It was all that mattered. "Do you not like my clothes, Erik?" She teased him, pulling on his jacket to get them walking again, because she wanted him out of them, and out of her own. Walking backwards Magda let him answer before she would turn back around.

The walk back to his hotel was thankfully short lived. She took his hand again along the way, locking her fingers around his while she would look around, and enjoy the night. When she got to the hotel, Magda stepped ahead to press the button, but the doors opened just before she did. "Magik," She said, though apart of her knew better.

[Erik Lehnsherr]

She questioned what room service was and he couldn't help but give a smile of humor at her not understanding the term. It was not a reaction meant to be one of mockery. In fact, he thought it rather endearing that she was unfamiliar with it. He would have commented on her clothing, his preference of her lacking them, but they arrived back at the hotel rather quickly. Even the elevator seemed to be perfectly timed, not something of his doing. Interesting. Magda spoke of how it was magik and he could only smile as they stepped inside. He waited to see if anyone else was going to join them, and when the doors closed, leaving the two of them as the only ones in the elevator, he waited for it to move a little before he used his abilities to pull the emergency break.

He knew he could have used them to stop the elevator, however it was a heavy object and he did not want to lose concentration for it could very well cause them to crash in here. Not wasting what limited time they had, he moved toward Magda, pressing her against the wall as he lips went to hers in a kiss filled with need. His hands went to her legs, hoisting her up a little so that they could wrap around his waist, moving her skirt up as well. "To answer your question," he began to say, speaking against her lips. His hands then went to undo his pants. "No, I do not like your clothes," he teased, before pressing his lips against hers once more.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

Magda stepped into the lift, and waited for the doors to close. For the moment her mind was distracted on how she had been thinking about it coming to meet her, and then there it was. Surely they were not connected. Yet she had felt it. NO! It was just her mind acting silly! She was seeing Erik do things and . . . . Erik did things now.

He pulled the stopped, and her lips parted in surprise. Watching as he moved closer toward her, Magda stepped backwards. Stalking he, he matched her steps until her back was to the wall. Erik even lifted her, parting her knees to allow him to use his weight to hold her as he began unbuckling his trousers. "Erik!" She hissed, but not in a angry way. Her tone was surprised, and almost nervous! "There?" Magda's eyes kept going to the door, as if it could open at any moment!

Yet even with her tone, she felt ready, and even more trilled based on the location--the forbidden one. Her hands pulled his hat from her and to the floor, before pushing his jacket open, and pulling at his buttons.

[Erik Lehnsherr]

She seemed hesitant, or at least her voice did she questioned the location. But her actions showed she seemed not to mind as she began to push his jacket open and pulled at his buttons. She had already ripped off a couple from earlier tonight, not that he minded that is. Still. He used his abilities to once again take advantage of the silver jewelry she wore around her wrists and pressed it against the elevator wall, keeping her hands pinned against it while his own hands skimmed her thighs, looking down for a moment between them before turning to face her again.

His hand brushed across her center for a brief second, before his other hand guided himself to her and with one strong push, entered her. He heavily exhaled, his lips moving from hers to her cheek, pressing them against her soft skin. He began to build a steady rhythm, though knowing that they were on a bit of a time limit, he moved faster and faster, pushing her body harder against the wall in upward motions, causing her to slightly raise and fall as his own need grew stronger and stronger.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

Magda was enjoying herself right up until Erik took away her hands--with out touching her. "Erik!" She protested before he kissed her. His touched before he pressed into her made her gasp, and pull against the restraints. She needed to touch him, and hold on to him, but Erik seemed to not plan on letting her.

It took a bit of effort but her hand slipped out of the band, and she moved it to try to touch him, yet the band moved from the wall to wrap back around her wrist and pull her hand back. "Erik!" It left her only able to feel, and not able to do anything to better handle the sensations he forced upon her.

[Erik Lehnsherr]

Despite her attempt to pull away, he reformed the metal around her wrist, forcing it back to it's initial position. Hearing her say his name in this height of pleasure only encouraged his actions. Feeling himself growing close, he pushed inside of her only a few more times before feeling his release, causing him to let out a heavy grunt before he relaxed his shoulders. And with that, he slowly released his powers so that she had the mobility of her hands once more.

He breathed against her skin for a few moments, in attempt to catch his breath and slow his beating heart which was pounding inside his chest. It was strange. Earlier today he had not even considered the possibility that he would be spending the night with her. And now, he found himself not wanting morning to come. He slowly lowered her legs from around his waist, and pulled her skirt back down while he buckled up his own pants. It would only be a matter of time before their 'emergency' was addressed as they were presumed to be stuck on the elevator.