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Who // Elphie and ~~Murderer~~ Lucien
Where // uh... Some hidden room
When // After this
Rating // Dunno. PG13 to be safe.
Summary // Elphaba feels the tension. She needs to make amends, needs to find out why, and most of all, needs to find Lucien.

After she signs off the computer, she hurries to the secret room she told Lucien to meet her in. Her heart was racing. How could a clear and simply stated contract have gotten things so out of hand? She couldn' believe that this was happening. Its like her past is coming to haunt her. She's living in hiding again. Only now, Fiyero isn't going to be killed. She will be.

She opened the door and closed it quickly. She was certain no one had seen her. She could feel herself tremble in her cloak and gown. She was cursing herself as she heard a knock on the door.

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Lucien signed off of his terminal, still rather uncertain with the technology provided as he exited his room and locked the door rather securely. If there was one thing an assassin could do, it was set a good lock. Afterall, one had to know how to keep a lock locked in order to pick it with ease.

Smirking, he made his way to the room Elphaba had suggested, a dash of midnight passing through the rooms, before he slid into the door quickly, shutting it securely behind him.

He looked at the other cloaked figure from beneath his shroud, and smirked, silently, of course.

Elphaba, still grumbling to herself a long line of concerns, mostly inaudible. She paced the room. She was obviously stricken. This time, she had a real reason to overreact.

She was oblivious when Lucien had entered the room. She stared out the room.

"All of this for what? What? To be able to love a man who cannot fucking love back!" she growled, kicking a chair. Her frustrations getting the best of her.

Lucien blinked, and eyed the woman with caution. Emotions...they were running high tonight. He would have to be cautious, certainly. He could not afford to be injured by this woman, after the display of willpower shown by Xemnas. What a wonderful little target.

"My dear," he said simply, giving a bow.

No, he would not offer relationship advice. Afterall, he had practically been only wed to Sithis, the dread father. Relationships were not his thing.

She turned around. She didn't jump when he drew attention to himself. No. She froze.

Her mind reeled with the events thats transpired in a matter of two days.

"Where have you been?" she asked, as calmly as possible. She needed to be calm and clear. Obviously, her temper and paranoia flared quite easily. She needed to be level headed.

"On my way, of course," he said simply, brushing some dust off of the rough fabric of his cloak.

"Where else would I be?" he questioned simply.

She shook her head. "No. I mean the past few weeks. I've tried finding you and no avail." she sighed, running her hand through her hair.

This wasn't going to be easy. Not at all.

"Why'd you poision him?" she said, keeping the strain from her voice.

"I made myself scarce," he mentioned simply, shaking his head. "I was experimenting with the...odd assortment of flora in the garden...some of it was quite like Harrada root...very difficult to find where I'm from," he explained, smirking.

Shaking his head, he gave her a very frank look. "Why? Is that difficult? For starters, you asked me to. I always fulfill my contracts, whether the buyer backs out or not," he said simply.

She crossed her arms. "I said to protect. I didn't say kill needlessly. I said to do what you had to if they posed a threat. Where, was the threat?"

She blinked at him. He seemed to be so blase' about the whole ordeal.

He shook his head. "And I did...or I thought I did. Either there are necromancers here, or I did not do it properly," he said simply. "If he had stayed dead...or even died...there would be no threat. The "organization" would have been too devastated about their leader to worry about you," he explained simply.

Blasé? Of course he was! He was so used to offing people without blinking an eye, that this was child's play! He couldn't understand why she was so worked up about the whole situation, however.

She raised an eyebrow. "Apparently you do not pay attention very well. It would seem the ones killed here, return here. They do not die. Well. They die, but do not remain dead."

She sighed. If only she had known this before she contracted with him.

"The organization would... no. Is devisated about the attack on him. They seek retaliation." she said mildly.

He nodded. "Obviously," he said simply. "It was...an attempt at a joke," he explained simply, shaking his head.

This would make things...interesting...to say the least...he could kill and kill and kill...and yet it would not make a difference. His own private slaughterhouse...per se.

"Retaliation?" Lucien lifted an eyebrow. He knew all about retaliation. Many often attempted to retaliate against the brotherhood...with little success. "Retaliation does not scare me," he said with finality.

She blinked. "And me?" she crossed her arms.

He blinked. "Do you have any reason to believe that they know about our contract?" he questioned simply.

She thought for some time. Her usual tight lipped persona failed her yet again. "Dammit."

"So stupid... so stupid..." she grumbled, walking over to the window.

He blinked. "You...told someone?" he questioned. His normally complacent facial expression quickly turned sour, and he felt the urge to hurt something.

Alot.

She rolled her eyes. "Not who it was with, no." she said quietly.

She shook her head in defeat. "I thought you were gone. I never said whom... Augh...." she bent over.

Her stomach was queasy. Moments later, she vomitted on the floor. She could see her death coming. She wouldn't have to fight, because she knew it wouldn't do anything.

Lucien wrinkled his nose at the scent of the vomit, before he quickly began pacing.

"Regardless of saying who it was with or not, you still told someone. I'm certain that some can put two and two together," he said bluntly, frowning at her.

"Now I don't normally play bodyguard, but I am willing to reconsider," he said simply.

She shook her head. "Why? One way or another, I'll die. You will be brought into suspicion if you are looming over me like a shadow." she shook her head. So much for her thinking clearly.

"I... I'm sorry." she looked down, closing her eyes. She was sorry for the apparent betrayal, for the vomit, for the whole fiasco.

She did wonder what the repayment would be, but she didn't voice her ponderings. Instead, she took off her cloak and covered her bile with it.

Lucien smirked. "Ah, but I have my ways of becoming invisible," he said simply, giving her a confident eye.

Afterall, he did employ a rather...potent chameleon spell.

She shook her head. "You seem to be enjoying this Lucien..." she said quietly. She wondered if he intended on this happening. If he wanted to kill more, and used her as a reason to do so. All though she didn't know why he'd need a reason.

"I should just accept it." she opened her eyes, a cold stare looking past Lucien.

Lucien shrugged innocently. "Why, me?" he questioned simply. "Of course I do. I haven't had this much excitement since they thought I was the traitor!" he exclaimed, smirking over to her.

"Accept what, death?" he questioned, shaking his head. "No, that is totally unacceptable," he said with a smirk.

She glared at him. Was he calling her a traitor? "You want to hold my life in your hands, don't you? You knew that there was somewhat peace between the lot and I. You stirred it up, so you could... could play god."

She could feel her temper flairing. She shook her head, forcing herself not to lash out. "And why is it not acceptable Lucien? They want me dead, apparently have for soem time. Why not give them what they want. Maybe I can find some peace and actually die. "

Lucien blinked slowly. Now she was starting to make assumptions about his intentions. "That is not what I wanted," he said simply. "If your life were in my hands, it would be in the embrace of Sithis," he stated coldly, glaring at her with an air of anger. "I stirred it up because I saw the perfect opportunity to get the job done. That's what I do, that's how I work," he growled.

Then he sneered. "Was it not you who said that people could obviously not die in this place...after Xemnas did not perish?" he questioned with simple, yet quite solid logic.

She shook her head. "I dont know what is what anymore..." her voice fading. She was clearly losing it. "I'm sorry..." she said, barely a whisper.

"What am I to do?" she said to herself, kneeling onto the floor. Such anguish. At this moment she wished she'd never laid eyes on Luxord. Those piercing eyes...

"What is the repayment you require?" she said finally, after some silence.

Lucien smiled, and nodded sagely. "It is perfectly alright, my dear. When the work of Sithis is involved, it is not uncommon to have high-running emotions," he explained, before pacing a bit again...back and forth, patting his dagger beneath his cloak to a rhythm only he could hear.

"Normally I charge gold...but obviously that is defunct here...can you brew potions?" he aked.

"I work with herbs, if I had any of use here..." she said meekly.

The option of simply dying was sounding better and better. She didn't like any of this. Remorse was not one of her more favorite emotions. Nonetheless, it seemed to overcome her quite frequently.

"What... What are you planning?

Lucien smiled to Elphaba innocently. "I may just need some potions...especially if I'm preoccupied with other things. If I give you the recipies, will you be able to brew them?" he asked frankly.

She's become leery of the smirk, as much as she wanted to trust him, she couldnt. However, what choice did she have in the matter.

"I suppose I can." She straightened. She wondered if she should continue ties with him. She knows if she doesn't she may surely die. All though, if she does, she still may die. Once she comes back, either way...

...He'll never talk to her again

Lucien nodded. "That would be acceptable payment, then," he said with a nod.

He knew the woman was weary of him...with good reason...he was a murderer. An assassin. A trained killer for hire.

She stared at him for some time. With the knowlege of dying doesn't result in immeninent death... She wondered how much bloodlust this man had.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but closed it. She wondered if this meeting was over. The vomit stench was a bit overwhelming.

Lucien bowed to her with a flourish, and smirked. "Well then, I will deliver those recipies to you," he said simply.

Bloodlust, Lucien? No, never! He merely had things he needed to do, a profession that he was getting lax in.

Elphaba glared at the man. She picked up her cloak and made a face. "How can I reach you if I need you?" she said.

"Just leave word," he mentioned, letting his voice droop into menacing levels. "I will...be around," he purred with a smirk.

She grimaced and nodded. Without another word, she picked up her cloak and headed for the door. She turned back and nodded solomnly to Lucien.

Elphaba opened the door, and as dignified as a petrified woman could be, she hurried to the safety of her room.

Lucien smirked as she left, and quickly casted a Chameleon spell, before leaving after the woman.

Afterall, it would be best to not be seen together.

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