Kurt made his way to the kitchen after his shower. There he found Caressa making breakfast. She smiled at him when she noticed him, "Feel better?"

"A little." He answered, absently rubbing his clothed chest where he had been wounded.

"That's good. Come on, come have some breakfast."

"Thank you," Kurt sat down on one of the four bar stools surrounding the island in the center of the kitchen.

Caressa turned to give him a glass of orange juice. For the first time she realized how attractive he was. She always thought of him as beautiful, but not an attractive beautiful. But here in the bright light, she was pleasantly surprised. His wet hair carelessly feel around his face, and for the first time she took noticed of his build. He didn't have a tremendous build, but he had a nice sculpted body. She watched him carefully as he took the glass and drank from it. Wait, was that? He only had three fingers on each hand, well, two fingers and a thumb. She smirked, she found everything thing about him so interesting. How can someone who lived such a terrible life, and be so understanding of everything? He moved a hand up to push a lock of hair behind his ear. A pointed ear? She turned to get herself a glass of orange juice, as she turned back to place it on the island she noticed he was itching his temple. But he wasn't itching it was his hand, he was itching it with what seemed to be a tail. He looked up at her and followed her gaze. He sheepishly lowered his tail.

"I'm sorry," she apologized. She felt guilty. "I didn't mean to stare. I just." She laughed at herself, "Nevermind."

"No. Please tell me." Kurt encouraged.

"I'm just so fascinated by you," She blushed at her confession.

Kurt smiled, "And I, you."

"Really? There's really nothing to be fascinated about." She said as she placed the pancakes and scrambled eggs in front of him.

"There's plenty." He folded his hands and whispered softly in German. Caressa smiled. Grace, she had forgotten all about the thing. Of course her religion never really called for her to do it. He finished and picked up the fork she gave him, "Such as your name."

"My name?" She furrowed her brow.

"It's unusual. Did your parents just choose it, or is there a story around it."

She smiled, "My mom gave it to me. It means loving touch. She wanted to teach me hands on healing when I was little, but I was never really good at it. So I've just stuck to ritual healing and healing Mag----" She cut herself off when she realized what she was speaking about. She slowly looked up at him. He was just staring at her. He couldn't tell if he looked scared or if he was waiting for her to continue.

"Hands on healing?" He asked unsure.

She smiled quickly and awkwardly, "Ah, Nevermind." She got up quickly and walked to the fridge, "Syrup?" She grabbed the syrup and closed the fridge door. She turned around and came face to face with Kurt. She didn't even see him move. And what was that smell? Brimstone? She jumped a bit and dropped the syrup. Kurt caught it with his tail and gracefully put it in his hand. He handed it back to her. He had a serious expression, but was smiling slightly too.

"Caressa. You can tell me. I really would like to know." It was the first time he had said her name. And she liked the way it sounded when he said it.

"Tell you about...?" She still hadn't got over the surprise.

"Magick." He reminded her.

"Oh right. Well, I. Ah."

He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and smiled a bit to make her feel at ease. "It's okay to tell me. I have had many friends who practiced the Arts ... and not all of them were mutants either." He winked at her. She blushed.

"I just. Not many people are understanding about Pagans. Especially Christians."

"Really?"

"People thinking that I weld black magick and worship the devil and.. Ugh! It's just so frustrating! Especially when I don't even BELIEVE in the devil, or any devil for that matter," She walked back the island, Kurt close behind. "People thinking I'm evil and out to harm everyone! I just… I can't expect you to understand."

"It's not easy is it?" She looked up at him and remembered who she was talking to.

She chuckled, "I'm sorry. I guess you do understand."

"I understand a lot more than you think."

Caressa opened her mouth to say something, but there was a knock at the door. She furrowed her brow. Who would be coming over this early? She excused herself and walked to the door. At the doorway stood a tall man. His hair was dark and styled into what looked to her like devil horns. He had a cigar sticking out of the corner of his mouth.

I keep forgetting to put an author's note at the end of every chapter. I just wanna get these posted for you guys fast, so I forget. Anywho, I hope you're enjoying this story. Please review ... And Thanx JadesRose for helping me out with this story. I appreciate it :-D