Private Concert *Tom*Lucas*

[calista]

Cali was walking the hallways and corridors of the school, looking for somewhere she could just relax and listen to her music without being interrupted. It had been a few days since she'd spoken to Tom. Well, more a week really and it was still killing her to think of him. She liked singing along to her music aloud. She just didn't really want people to know she could sing. It brought on questions as to why she didn't sing more often. Like her drawing, she did it for fun and, unlike her drawing, wanted to keep that to herself. She pretended she didn't see the glances she received from students who knew her as the bubbly, crazy-haired Gryffindor girl. They were probably just shocked because of her sudden change in her choice of clothing.

She found an empty classroom, which was shocking with all the students and professors roaming around the school. Quickly enough, not wanting someone to run in while she was there, she locked the door. Cali had no idea what the classroom was used for, if it was used at all. Nor did she care, really. It was empty and therefore perfect for her.

Cali walked the length of the class, looking over the small knick-knacks scattered in the room. She couldn't have told you what sort of class they belonged to but then it didn't really matter. She took a seat on, not at, the Professors desk and the front of the class. She wasn't sure how long the class had been unoccupied but it wasn't dusty. If she were to have guessed, she would have said they either cleaned it often or it had been recently discarded.

Normally when she was alone with her music, she didn't bother using the head phones, but today she was feeling the need to use them with her iPod touch. Cali scrolled through her impressive song list to her favourite band. The New Cities The song she chose by them wasn't something you could normally sing to, but then, Cali had an interesting list of talents. She selected one of her favourite songs, Leaders of the mislead, from the list.

The music flowed through the earbuds, drowning out all the noise inside and outside the classroom. When the words began, she joined them.

"I cannot forget those days; Heavy like my feet were stuck in concrete; Locked into a life-delay; Where everything I’d see was blind ambition; Just when this story seems to end; Our world expands and then extends; Even if my words are faint; You will always hear me say..." She sang. She had no idea if she sounded horrible. It was the downside to having the earbuds in, she couldn't hear herself properly. Not that she cared, really.

[reese]

There was no sweet escape for Tom, he was trapped in his own head, so confused by his own feelings that he didn't know what to do with himself. Things hadn't gotten better with Cali out of the picture, they had managed to sink even further for him. Even though they hadn't been officially dating, he couldn't help feeling like she left him. And in doing so she tore the already divided Tom in two. There was no longer a rational bone in his body, all he could feel was the pain, all he wanted to do was inflict it onto someone else, and in doing so expel it from his body.

Tom didn't saunter through the halls, he stormed briskly, shoving any unsuspecting dawdlers out of the way. "Hm." He smirked after pushing a first year Hufflepuff, sending the boy head first into a suit of armor. He took great pleasure into the loud metallic crash as he breezed past the scene he had created. There was no victim too small, no act too cruel. It was as if he were a mad man, hell bent on destruction. If he couldn't be happy, he couldn't allow anyone in his wake to be so.

At the sound of a nearby songstress, Tom stopped dead in his step. His head turned slowly in the direction of the nearest door, a disturbing smile marred his features. Too perfect. He thought with satisfaction, he would enjoy putting a stop to who ever was breaking the barrier to his mind through song. Tom made for the door, but the handle would not give way to him, no matter how forceful he was. Slamming the door with his fist, Tom whipped out his wand. A lock was easily penetrated, "Alohomora!" There was a faint clicking sound.

Tom threw the door open, and entered, returning the door to its former state in one smooth motion. After locking the exit, Tom turned to his unfortunate company. He almost didn't recognize her, it took him a few moments of quiet observation before realizing that fate had intervened with his life once more. All the better, he could punish the direct cause of his pain. "Well well well... How appropriate that the gods have planted you here, it's as it they want me to defy these horrible ideas you put in my head." Tom smirked, giving her choice of dress a casual once over. "Nice outfit by the way, never thought i'd see the day that you opted for something a bit more sensible."

"You did a number on me girl. Now I think it's my turn to return the favor." Tom advanced on her aggressively, making it in front of her swiftly. Using his still drawn wand, he played at the collar of her shirt. "Exactly what is the penalty for driving a person mad anyway?" He spoke slowly, a cold bite to his voice, all warmth he had toward the girl was clouded by his own spitefulness.

[calista]

With her eyes closed, Cali didn’t see Tom enter the room, nor did she hear him with her music blasting in her ears. But, the atmosphere changed almost as soon as he entered. Her eyes opened quickly and watched him watching her. She smirked when she realized that he didn’t recognize her, at least, not at first. That was priceless. Slowly, she pulled the ear-buds from her ears so she’d be able to hear what he would say to her and set the iPod behind her on the desk.

"Well, well, well... How appropriate that the gods have planted you here, it's as it they want me to defy these horrible ideas you put in my head. Nice outfit by the way; never thought I'd see the day that you opted for something a bit more sensible." Cali laughed softly as Tom gave her a once-over. ”Sensible? Pfft, this is downright, horrid, and it’s your fault, too.”

Cali started to slide from the desk she was sitting on before Tom made a move. She didn’t think seeing him would hurt even more, then he spoke. "You did a number on me girl. Now I think it's my turn to return the favor." Unfortunately, she wasn’t fast enough and he was in front of her before she could blink an eye. Startled, her feet landed on the floor and her hands went behind her to brace herself against the desk. "Exactly what is the penalty for driving a person mad anyway?" She laughed bitterly, the tears in her eyes wanting to fall. She wouldn’t let them. Slowly, deliberately, she lifted her hand and took Tom’s wand from him. She set it on the desk behind her.

”Believe me, Sugar, death would be a welcome relief from these feelings.” She moved forward, until they were just barely touching. Was it bad that she wanted to kiss him? Even with the fight they were in? If only he would just...do something! The thoughts running through her mind were driving her slowly insane. Cali wasn’t sure if she’d be able to stay away from him for much longer. Or stay near him. ”Jesus, internal wars really suck,” she thought miserably.

[reese]

Being so close to her again messed with his mind further. She was so easy to hate when all she was was a figure in his mind, being face to face with her pulled back his romantic feelings for her into play. His eye lids fluttered, he wanted to hate her, and part of him did, but there was more to it. His anger stemmed from not being able to have her, and it fueled the fire to be standing with her, unable to just take her into his arms. The lust he had for her made him want to strangle her. He didn't know why, but to lay hands on her seemed physically impossible.

He ran the tip of his wand across her throat, only to feel the vibrations from her laughter. Tom couldn't conceal his shock, why wasn't she afraid? This girl was beginning to make little sense. He was disarmed by her before he could even react, but he didn't want his wand anyway. Or did he? "God! What have you done to me? I can't decide if I want to kill you or-or.. ravish you!" His head jerked to the side and his body followed, turning away from her. Tom ran a hand through his hair violently, scrunching his face in pure frustration.

A maniacal laugh echoed through the room, Tom realized that it was his own, before turning on his heels to face her once more.. She wants relief from her feelings? "You think you're in agony? That you're suffering? What a joke!" He was screaming at her now, her comment just serving as a reminder that she would never be able to understand. If her claim was accurate that only meant he had a life time of hell to live through. She cursed him with these emotions, and now he wanted them gone. "How can you do this, you give me all this, all these feelings, and then you leave. I've never hated a person so much in my life! I hope they kill me, the damage is irreversible."

Internal wars, Tom's tagline, and a big one was raging. He lifted his hands, his fingers semi bent to reflect the excruciating pain in his chest, to hold either side of her face. His motives for do so unclear. Was he actually going to strangle her? No that wasn't it. He forced himself upon her, his lips colliding with hers with such force that it was almost painful.

[calista]

The shock on Tom’s face didn’t go unnoticed, it did, however, go uncommented on. Cali’s eyes narrowed with his comment. She wouldn’t let him see which answer she reacted to more; ravish her. She hid the shiver that went up her spine. It was pointless as he turned away from her; hiding. She watched him run his fingers through his hair. The motion was rather rough; even for him. His laugh reverberated through the class, scaring Cali a little. She’d never heard anything like that laugh come from the gorgeous man standing in front of her.

The tears were no longer in her eyes at his next comment. They were replaced with the fire of rage. He was talking as if her feelings meant nothing. As if he were the only one hurt in their relationship; if that was how you could define it; a relationship. She stayed silent at first, letting her anger simmer. He was screaming at her...she was shocked but she didn’t let it show; couldn’t. "How can you do this, you give me all this, all these feelings, and then you leave. I've never hated a person so much in my life! I hope they kill me, the damage is irreversible."

She said two words. Two words spoken with such venom, if they could have killed, he would have been knocked on his ass. ”Fuck you.” she said it quietly but the intent was clear, resonating through the silent classroom. She shocked herself with those words. She didn’t think she had it in her to even say them. She didn’t normally like swearing but in this case, she was pissed beyond belief and felt the only way to let out her anger was to say that.

Before she could go on, Tom had his hands on her face. The fear she didn’t feel before was there, in her eyes for a few brief moments. Before she could say anything or, really, feel anything. His lips were crushed against hers; almost painfully. The shock took over her for a second or two. She pulled back, slapped him across the face; but, for what? For breaking her heart? For making her feel what she felt?

Not even a second after she slapped him, she crushed her lips against his. Letting all the pain, the anger, everything she felt pour into the kiss. She moaned, pressing her body closer to his, wanting to be as close to him as she could possibly be. Her fingers ran from his neck into his hair and tugged, rather roughly at it before just letting her fingers stay there. She bit his lower lip roughly, even for her. This was what she wanted; what she craved. This was who she missed; badly enough to wear black.

[reese]

There was a pang as her words found him, he couldn't even laugh at hearing her swear. There was nothing humorous about the hate behind them. Instead Tom sighed, "Yeah, fuck me. Maybe if you had we wouldn't be in this predicament." He didn't mean it, but he wanted to hurt her back, her words hit hard and he couldn't let them go unpunished. But Tom did laugh at the irony of the situation. He had risked everything, even his own life to spend time with her, and to see how things had ended up made his attempt at humanity seem pointless. It was a joke, his whole life. It was like he was on a treadmill he couldn't get off, making no progress and suffering the whole way through.

After she broke away from him she struck him in the face. It was unexpected, though not necessarily surprising, Tom turned his head away from her, breathing heavily with lust, anger, everything. He rubbed his cheek, feeling a warmth left by her slap and a bit of stubble. Forgetting to take care of himself must have been a product of his heart ache, as he had never missed a shave before. So that was what it took for him to cast aside appearances? He turned back toward her, letting his hand drop from his face. "So I guess this means-" we're done.."

Tom had to finish his remark internally as he was being pulled into Cali, not metaphorically speaking, but his face was literally on a collision course with hers. Instinctively his hands went to her face, he pulled back momentarily to see the fire in her eyes, the same gleam was reflected in his own and he pressed forward, their lips smashing. Feeling her body, Tom pushed her backwards against the desk she had been sitting on, screeching as it slid across the floor under the weight of their bodies. He grunted under the tugging of his hair, both the pain and pleasure involved amplifying the intensity of the experience. Even in their kiss he fought off mixed emotions, this would complicate matters more for him, but it felt unnatural not to be intimate with her.

He let go of her face, reaching for her thighs instead. Using his strength and sheer size advantage, Tom lifted her up and dropped her onto the desk. His body felt like it was burning under the intense desire, thank god he had locked that door. Tom growled as her teeth dug into his lip, it was oddly lifting to have his mental pain manifest in a physical form. He thrust his anxious tongue into her mouth, not waiting to tease her for permission, his hands digging deep into her thighs. He had never understood so perfectly the phrase fuck the pain away. Although whether she was going to allow for anything beyond kisses was to be determined, and Tom wanted to test the boundaries.

Tom broke away from her and took a step back, leaving her on the desk. His chest rose and fell quickly under his short, shallow breaths. He tore off his sport coat, throwing it across the room and undid the top two buttons of his shirt. But he couldn't keep away from her for long, Tom advanced on her again, putting his hand on the side of her neck while the other side became something for him to graze with his teeth. Feeling the heightened pace of her heart with his hand, Tom's thumb moved up to race her lips. "I know what you want... I just don't know if I can give it to you." He whispered the sad truth into her ear, despite their passion he didn't know if he could put himself through losing another ever again. And that would be what he was doing if he broke it off with Lilith.

[calista]

Cali was too much into her own thoughts to hear what he said. Something told her she should have been pissed off at what he said, but since she didn’t know what that was exactly, she couldn’t be mad at him for it. Still something drove her to say, ”Yeah, maybe.” Too bad it came out really preoccupied. Cali shook her head, not really giving a damn anymore. Her whole world was spinning out of control and she really didn’t like it.

She’d heard what he’d said before she kissed him again. But, she couldn’t say anything. ”What we have has just begun,” She thought as Tom walked her back into the desk she’d just vacated; the sound of it screeching under their combined weight echoing through the class. The beat of her own heart the only thing louder. Whenever Tom was around, it seemed everyone else just disappeared. It could have been in a crowded pub and no one would be there but the two of them. He was all consuming, intoxicating. She wanted him so badly. Her thoughts drifted to him if she let them. She wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry at their situation.

Tom moved his hands from her face, down her body to her thighs, lifting her in the air and setting her on the edge of the desk. She wrapped her legs around his waist, loosely. She smiled against his lips. She remembered seeing him lock the door and she was only thankful for it. There wasn’t a need for a 1st year to come sauntering in, looking for a quiet place to study. Slowly, she rubbed her booted foot up and down the back of his thigh, hoping to drive him mad.

Aggressively, he thrust his tongue in her mouth but Cali didn’t deny its’ entrance. If anything, she welcomed it; wanted more than it. She knew he was trying to push boundaries, but really? Did she have any boundaries left when it came to him? Probably not. It was over almost as soon as it had begun.

Tom tore away from Cali and took a step back, leaving her on the desk. Her breathing coming in rapid, erratic breathes. Tom was just as breathless as Cali was. That made her feel better about what was going on between them. She watched him as he removed his sports jacket, in his signature black, throwing it across the room; then, undoing the top two buttons of his shirt. Slowly, deliberately, Cali watched him as she unbuttoned and removed her vest. She watched him as she slowly one-by-one undid the buttons of her white shirt. She stopped after only three as he was in front of her again. Her hands fell limply to her sides as he held her neck in his hand and gazing the other side with his teeth. She moaned softly, the sound reverberating through her entirely. Her eyes closed again as Tom’s thumb traced over her lips.

One of her hands moved up to hold his to her neck and the other fisted in the side of his shirt. He spoke softly, in her ear; the words a sad truth. She didn’t want to hear them but knew they would have come eventually. But, now, she didn’t know what she wanted to do on the matter. She wanted him but, she didn’t share well. That, unfortunately, was a known fact. She tried to shake her head, but there was no use. Her own hand was like a vise on his; not letting him let her go. ”Just forget everything outside this room, Tom. Forget.” she whispered, softly, breathlessly. She wanted him to herself, and at that moment, he was with her and her alone. It was probably the best she was going to get out of the unresolved Slytherin. She knew their whole argument would come up again, but right then, it was way too far off for her to think about.

[reese]

Tom didn't want her to agree with what he said, more importantly he didn't want her to think he meant the words that had exited his mouth as a self defense. An eye for an eye, one hurtful remark for another. But if he was counting he was ahead, she had only been responding to him with her two words. He grimaced, not really knowing how he wanted her to react. Of course he shouldn't have said it... But wasn't she the one that told him no regrets? Maybe she hadn't been thinking about her own pain being one of the things he would regret. He shook his head, here he was again, being weakened by her. He had come in guns a blazing, and now he was actually, "Sorry.", apologizing to her? His words came too late and too quiet, cause before he knew it they were at something else entirely.

The longer they were together, connected, the faster the anger he had towards her began to fade. How could he hate her? He didn't know if he ever did. More than anything, he hated himself for putting himself in this position, with more than his own feelings on the line. Yes, it would've been less complicated to live his life the way he had been, feeling nothing, only concerned for himself. However, Cali shook things up in his mind, and even if he couldn't quite discern what it was, there was a deeper meaning to his life now... Because of her.

He hated to think about the other woman in his life at such a time. But as she was part of the reasoning behind his split with Cali, Tom couldn't help but bring her into the picture. Here he was, having a moment with Cali, and he still couldn't make up his mind. There was no positive outcome in store for him. There were three paths before him, all of which ended in... in death. Option one was Cali, the start of it all, the one who changed him. Choice number two was Lilith, the girl who would be capable of understanding his life more than anyone else. And the final and least preferable, but most fair, option was a life of solitude.

Maybe he needed to be alone, but he didn't know if he could be. He'd be driven mad by his own feelings with no one to share them with. But he hadn't forgotten who his parents were, or what they'd do to him when they inevitably found out. He wouldn't be the only one who would face their wrath. Surely any girl in his life was practically signing away her life... And without knowledge either. Tom's eyes widened. Cali still was unaware of his home life, maybe if he told her she wouldn't even want him anymore. It would make his choice easier, but more importantly it was only right to let her know what she would be getting into with him.

Her words broke through his moment of contemplation, telling him not to do what he had been doing. But how could he forget about everything else? There was so much on the line. Even though part of him wanted to make love to the girl before him, the rest of him knew it wouldn't be right. Not with her unknowingly sleeping with the enemy. That was what Death Eaters were, no just to her, but to humanity. "I can't." But Tom didn't release her, quite the contrary, he wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling the side of her neck.

This time he could recognize the lump in his throat for what it was. The silent tear was not over her heart break however, it was at the realization that he couldn't pull her into his life. It would be killing her, and he had already hurt her enough. His jaw clenched, silently cursing his parents, there was no way out for him. He thought she could be his way out, only to realize he was pulling her down with him. "I can't do that to you, to your family." H held her tighter, not wanting to let her go, but knowing he had to.

[eatingthemup]

Lucas was walking down the halls heading nowhere when he heard a loud metallic sound. He walked over to it and saw that a boy, a Hufflepuff like him for that matter. Then Lucas looked up and noticed that figure of the Slytherin boy that wanted to kill him. Lucas had heard that his name was Tom and that he wanted to kill him for throwing some girl across the pitch. Lucas followed after him. Lucas followed him into an empty classroom which was being occupied by the girl that he had flung and Tom. The door was then shut but Lucas very carefully opened it so that nobody would notice.

Lucas watched quietly to make sure that nobody saw him. He noticed that Tom was angry with her. Lucas couldn't think of why he would be. 'If he wanted to kill me for hurting her why would he be angry with her', Lucas thought. Lucas noticed that things were getting a bit out of hand. Tom was starting to become agressive. Lucas was not about to stand by in case Tom got violent.

However the longer that Lucas stood by things seemed to get more intamit. Lucas wasn't about to walk away just to be safe. Lucas wasn't staying because he is some kind of a creep. He just stayed because he didn't want the girl to get hurt. Lucas could tell by the way they acted and the way that they talked that they loved each other. Lucas also noticed that there was a lot of tention. They were both really mad with each other but they didn't want to let go.

This brought Lucas's memory back to the first time he met Cassie. When he first layed eyes on her he fell in love and then when they went on that date things kept getting better. Lucas knew how it felt to be in love. However Lucas didn't know what it was like to lose the one you loved, and he never wanted to find out.

After Lucas stopped thinking about the good times with Cassie he noticed that the two people in the room were starting to get undressed. 'Maybe I shouldn't watch. Should I turn away and let them be. That would be best. But I can still see rage in Tom's eyes. And I don't want anything to happen to the girl. The only reason I flung her was so that she didn't get hurt. I would never hit a girl unless they are trying to kill me.', Lucas thought. Lucas then decided that he was going to stay because he didn't trust Tom at all. He didn't know if Tom was going to just change his mind and freak out. Lucas couldn't let that happen.

As things progressed in the room Lucas was getting suspitious. Things were starting to die down. Tom's anger seemed to be decreasing. Lucas thought that maybe it would be a good time to try and reason with Tom about what happened that day on the pitch.

Lucas slowly walked into the room. The door creaked which gave off his position. “Okay I am not here to start any trouble and I don't want you to do anything stupid right now. I just want to talk Tom. “ Lucas tried to reason with him however he didn't think that it was going to work at all.

Lucas started to get a feeling in his stomach.. It wasn't a good feeling like when he was with Cassie but more of a dark feeling, like something bad was about to happen.

'This is going to get out of hand I know it. But I am not going to sit by, nobody has the right to treat a girl like that and then make up for it by kissing her. I am not going to die, I know that. And if anybody is going to die it will be him, providing that he decides to act violently. I am not going to just let him kill me. If it ever comes down to life or death I will kill before being killed', Lucas thought. Lucas was the type of person that has good morals but he protects them in ways that can be a bit too much.

Lucas looked around the room. The classroom was big and full of desks and other objects. Lucas liked this surrounding in case a fight broke out. This is because it allowed for more distractions and tools to be used. Also if worse came to worse Lucas would be able to hide behind something to think about what to do next. Lucas then stood there waiting because he knew that Tom would react in a manner that was not to his liking right now.

Lucas got his wand out and softly put it to his side. “I don't want any trouble so if we could kindly talk about this that would be great”. Lucas really didn't want to start anything. Not here not ever. Lucas knew that if something did happen then he didn't have much of a chance of winning but he would do what he could to try. “Please Tom I really don't want any problems”.

[calista]

Cali’s mind raced with what they were doing. She wanted it to happen, that much was obvious. At least, it was obvious to her. She’d never wanted someone so much and yet knew she couldn’t fully have him to herself. It was the downside to her upbringing; she was quite greedy when it came to something, or someone, she really wanted. She could have cursed her parents, too bad she loved them too damn much to curse them.

Cali moved her hands, from where they were, to wrap themselves around Tom; around his back as he spoke and made the same movements. She didn’t know what to say to that. She was, honestly, speechless. That was pretty hard to do to Cali, unless she was extremely pissed off. Even then she just swore, shocking everyone.

Cali pulled back, slightly, only raising a brow at what he said. Slowly, she out her hands on either side of his face to look into his eyes better. ”What are you talking about, Tom; My family? What do they have to do with us; with what’s between us?” Something, or rather someone moved by the door, bringing Cali’s attention to focus away from Tom.

Cali’s eyes darted between Tom and the boy at the door. The boy who threw her at the pitch; she remembered everything now. She let out a soft gasp that had nothing to do with her feelings for Tom. Slowly, she took one hand from Tom’s face and put it behind her, searching for Tom’s wand. She found it, lying against her iPod. Clutching it in her hands, she brought her hand back to Tom; her fisted hand against his chest. The hand on Tom’s face stiffened as memories from that awful fight in the pitch came rushing back to her.

Everything was overshadowed by her fear; her fear of the young boy standing close, in the room. She didn’t know what was going to happen…she’d forgotten her wand in her bag, in her room. Stupid thing for her to do, but she hadn’t exactly been thinking straight over the last few days. ”Tom. It’s him. I remember everything. He threw me across the pitch.” she whispered only loud enough for Tom to hear her. Her voice was shaky with the fear; her hands gripped in his shirt.

[reese]

As Cali looked into his eyes he knew it was the perfect time, before she committed too much of herself to him, to tell her what he was facing. What she could potentially be facing. He swallowed hard, fighting back any more emotional outbursts that planned on sabotaging him. "My parents are Death Eaters Cali. If they ever found out about this, about us, they would... hurt you. I'm as good as gone, but you don't have to be." He cut himself from explaining any further as Cali's eyes shifted their focus.

Tom turned his head to see a boy within the range of his peripherals. What the hell, had he been there the whole time? Offended that someone would be rude enough to sit in on his and Cali's exchange, Tom sneered at the boy. "Piss off kid." But before he could continue to think on what a pervert the guy was, their intruder spoke up. Okay I am not here to start any trouble and I don't want you to do anything stupid right now. I just want to talk Tom.

"Who the hell are you and what gives you the right to speak to me?" Tom did not readily turn to face the boy, Cali seemed to tense in his presence. Well... They did just get walked in on. At the feeling of her gripping his chest, his wand in her hand, Tom turned back to Cali to see her in intense fear. Her whispered words sent every muscle in his body stiff. So, he was the one that left her on the pitch injured, he was the one that injured her in the first place?

Tom grabbed his wand from Cali, pulling away from her to face his opponent. The strangers full form in his sight, Tom laughed. "I guess I shouldn't have been expecting much from someone who would attack a girl, but yet, you still disappoint me." He narrowed his eyes but refused to move from his defensive position in front of Cali. There was no way he was moving, in case someone decided to give a repeat performance. But something stuck Tom about Cali's words.

"He threw me across the pitch." Huh? How in the hell did a, what was he? Third year? Maybe? Well, how was anyone capable of throwing a person across a pitch with out being at least half giant. "Alright, you want to talk. How about you tell me how you managed to throw someone so far? I'm a curious person, and i'd like a few answers before I kill you." Kill him. Tom would have no difficulty putting this dog down. The exchange rate sounded pretty even to him, one broken wrist, one meaningless life.

[eatingthemup]

Lucas felt the atmosphere in the room shift. The room became tense. Lucas looked around the room quickly. Then he looked at the girl. Her facial expressions changed every second. She was scared, in love, nervous and happy. Lucas didn't really know why because he didn't know the girl but he could easily read her face.

Lucas then heard something from the girl. 'What kind of conversation would involve parents in this form of manner', Lucas thought. Then Lucas heard that Tom's parents are Death Eaters. This would probably make everything even more tense because now Lucas knew and so did the girl. Lucas felt bad for the girl because that would be hard to take in. Lucas didn't know what it was like to know anybody that was a Death Eater but, if he ever found out that someone was a Death Eater and was close to a friend he would kill them. There is no reason to get close to someone when you are in a group like that.

Then that instant the girls eyes shifted to where Lucas stood. 'Okay so she has noticed me and it wont be long before Tom notices me' Lucas thought. Lucas relaxed however there were still those feeling of dispare. Lucas was able to overcome them by thinking of Alex's little bird. Now Lucas's mind started to wonder. 'I loved that little bird. It made me soo happy. I wish I could just conjure it up right now but that would look really weird', Lucas thought. That final thought quickly brought Lucas back to the matter at hand.

Lucas continued to look at the girls face in case she gave something away to Tom. Lucas noticed that her facial expression changed emmensly. She was now scared beyond all reasons. She had remembered who Lucas was. The look on her face brought Lucas back to that day on the pitch. 'I didn't mean to throw her. I was in the middle of fighting with Tasha at the time, but she decided that it would be smart to try and stop it. At that point I was in my state where nothing can stop me. I have no control, its an all fight based state. I was just like Tasha. I was focused on one thing, keeping her away from Adam. My guess is that instinctly I threw the girl because I was trying to keep her from harm.', Lucas thought.

Lucas never liked having to use his special state. It scared him because he never knew what he was going to do. The only thing is that Lucas can't always control it. It sometimes just happens in the moment. If he is in danger or if things get too overwhelmed. Lucas was also able to go into that state if someone he loved was getting hurt and he needed to protect them.

Lucas noticed that the girl whispered something to Tom, however he was not able to make it out. Lucas also noticed that she had grabbed Tom's wand. Lucas didn't think that this was going to sit too well with Tom. Lucas also thought that maybe the girl didn't want any trouble either. This made Lucas happy because he didn't really want any problems right now.

Lucas turned his attention to Tom now because he knew that Tom would do something. Now that he knows who I am he is going to act, hopefully with good mannor. Lucas noticed that Tom had noticed Lucas. Tom didn't react yet however there was still time. Lucas looked at Tom's face again. 'What is he thinking? He probably thinks that I am some kind of perve because I have been here this whole time', Lucas thought.

Tom spoke and told Lucas to “piss off” and then he went on to say "Who the ell are you and what gives you the right to speak to me?” Lucas expected a more violent reaction but this was a good start. He could tell that Tom wasn't calm but he wasn't furious with him. “I guess I shouldn't have been expecting much from someone who would attack a girl, but yet, you still disappiont me”, was Tom's next statement however Lucas didn't know what it meant. Lucas pondered about it but since he couldn't figure it out he just shook it off and continued to watch Tom.

Lucas noticed that Tom wouldn't look at him until the girl whispered something in his ear. After she was done Tom grabbed his wand from her and faced Lucas. "Alright, you want to talk. How about you tell me how you managed to throw someone so far? I'm a curious person, and I'd like a few answers before I kill you", Tom said.

Lucas looked at Tom. “Okay so to answer your first question, my name is Lucas Bendforth. And your second question. I have this condition where my body grows emensly. Not in size but in strength and power. I am able to cast spells without a wand and my body functions at a ten fold compared to normal. It is something I can't normally control when it happens and when it does I can't stop anything I do. My body works instinctivly. That is the only reason that the girl was thrown across the pitch. I would never hurt a girl unless they were trying to kill me.” Lucas paused and then continued.

“Okay to start off I was in the middle of a fight with a girl named Tasha. She was trying to interfere with the fight between Adam and Paige. So I stopped Tasha and then we got into our own little fight. Then the girl beside you tried to stop Tasha, but my instincts flung the girl to stop her room getting hurt. At the time I must have thought that she would have gotten even more hurt if she stayed near us. So my intentions were good, but since I had no control I couldn't stop how hard I flung her. I am sorry for everything. I really didn't mean to hurt her.” Lucas paused once again.

“I know you are mad and that you want to kill me but I don't think that it is best. Things can be solved in other ways than death”. Lucas looked in Tom's eyes. Lucas knew that Tom was able of murder but he hoped that he wouldn't take it that far.

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Tom listened to the boys explanation of his talent in utter disbelief. What sort of disorder did the boy have to allow him to do such things? There was no plausible magical explanation for his unique abilities, but what about the muggle world? Surely super human strength was the work of pure fiction. Such things were reserved for the brightly colored pages of comic books, how they were becoming a tangible reality in this kid was fascinating. But no matter how interesting his condition was, only one solution came into mind.

"So, you can't control yourself? Such are the ways of a rabid dog, and you know what happens to them. It seems I should not only kill you for your past assault on Cali, but also for any future accidents. I don't care if you didn't mean to hurt her, you must be stopped. Lucky for me, I get to be the one to do it." A cruel smirk slid onto Tom's face, he was thirsty for this boys blood. It was a bonus that his murder was justifiable on a great level than his own personal needs as well. No way could someone like Lucas be able to walk the Earth with such a lack of control over his own actions.

Tom seemed to forget that Cali was in the room, even though her legs occasionally brushed against the backs of his, all his focus was on Lucas, and all the possible ways to slay him. The killing curse would be too quick, not a lot of satisfaction of watching him fall to the ground dead. No, Tom wanted him to suffer, he wanted to see him writhe in pain before Tom himself decided when to end it for him.

His brow shot up at Lucas' proposal for a non violent ending. "Oh, you are quite mistaken. There is only one outcome for this, and that's a letter to you parents announcing your death... But while we're having this little pre-battle chat, do enlighten me on how you think this can be resolved without your blood all over the floor?"

But using his question as a distraction, Tom flicked his wand suddenly, silently casting sectumsempra. The curse would hit Lucas in the chest and send blood oozing from his torso. It was messy, but Tom didn't want a clean death for this one. He wanted the boy to exhibit the pain, not necessarily his own pain, but Tom's pain.

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Lucas watched Tom's facial expressions while Lucas explained what happened and why. Lucas could tell that Tom didn't believe any of it. 'Why should he. I wouldn't if it were someone else but it is the truth.', Lucas thought. Tom then spoke. Lucas listened intently.

“Okay that may be true that something should be done. Maybe I am like a wild dog. And I understand that you would be mad for what I did to 'Cali', however it is no reason to kill me. It might be a good reason to kill me to prevent future events however they are working on an antidote for my condition at this very moment”. Lucas paused. Lucas was brought back to when he was a child.

Lucas was thinking to himself, 'As a child I had to grow up with work obssesed chemists for parents. I pretty much had to grow up myself. It was hard. Maybe that is why I am so bitter. But then on that faithful day I became cursed with this condition. It is not something I wish for. I was brought to work with my parents one day because I was sick and they were not able to stay home because they were working on a chemical that would increase the cells in the body to enhance those who take it. They were like steroids but the chemical was not to have any side effects. Being the curious child I was I wanted to know what was in the viles. Carelessly my parents left them sitting beside me. They didn't think anything of it. They thought that because I was sick that I wouldn't do anything. Well they were wrong. I grabbed the vile and drank it. The chemical hadn't been tested yet and it was still only early in the process. I was young and I didn't know any better. I was about 3 at that time. After drinking the vile nothing happened. However after about 5 months my body started to function differently. I was able to do things that nobody my age should have been able to do. My parents didn't know why because they didn't know that I drank the vile. But then one day I had and outbreak. Not a physical one but one that proved that I had taken the vile. It happened when I was angry because my friend had punched my. I got soo angry that I picked up my father's car and threw it at him. My parents then took me to the lab to discover that I had the cells in my system which was in their work. I was the first test of the chemical and since it was in its early stage it wasn't ready to be used. This is why I now break out angerly and become uncontrolable'.

The memory was so vivid that it started to scare Lucas. After shaking off the thought he spoke. “I have been injected with a cell producing chemical. I was young when this happened and it was early in its discovery. It wasn't supposed to be put into my system, but now that it is I can't help it. Now yet at least. You may wasn't to kill me now but just wait until I get the vaccination. I know that it could take a while but it will be worth the wait. At least for me.”

Then Tom spoke again. “There doesn't need to be blood because th--” Lucas was cut off when a spell came hurtling his way. 'Smart Tom, distracting me with another question, but not smart enough', Lucas thought. The spell that Tom cast was very familiar to Lucas. Lucas always used that spell, so he naturally was able to defend it very easily. Lucas flicked his wand and the spell was deflected. “Nice try Tom but I am very use to that spell. You will have to better than that”. Lucas smiled.

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An antidote? Tom smirked, this was getting too good, like something straight out of an episode of The Twilight Zone. "Why wait for a cure when I can give you one right here?" It was clear as to what he was implying the cure to be. His voice was cold, the idea's of putting this boy in the ground was bringing the killer out, the same man that had initially entered the room was returning.

Tom watched Lucas drift off to a different place, the corners of his mind. Something had sparked a vision for the boy, Tom was also prone to introspection and could recognize it in others. But despite sharing a quality with the boy, Tom's grip tightened on his wand. He wouldn't let this one slip from his grasp. However, now after the fact, Tom could see that he had not wanted to kill Adam at the Whomping Willow, he was lacking something back then. Now he was filled with the required amount of rage and insanity to get the job done.

Lucas' further explanation of his condition made no sense to Tom. He had never attended muggle school and did not understand all the scientific terminology. The boy might as well have been speaking a foreign language. His words were lost on Tom, who retained a chastising smirk throughout the description of how Lucas came to be so powerful.

The deflection of his spell sent Tom's blood boiling. "For fuck's sake. What are they teaching you underclassmen?!" Twice now he had encountered a student much younger than him that was capable of making Tom less of a threat. His frustration clouded his mind, and Tom stepped forward and away from Cali. "But you can't get lucky forever."

He threw his shoulders back, jabbing his wand in Lucas' direction, sending a burst of red light in his direction. Let's see if you can dodge the cruciatus curse as easily. Tom put all his anger and hatred into the curse, makign it all the more powerful. He wanted to see the boy suffer, and as long as his rage fueled the curse, he would.