Tegan waited, poised, for a moment, before sighing, and flopping into a chair. Of course nothing happened. Magic didn't exist.<em>Stupid, stupid, stupid.</em>She rubbed a hand across her eyes in the dim candlelight, and stared at the mess on the floor. Salt, blood, wax. Heaving another sigh, she glanced to the light switch, then frowned slightly. Flowers? She didn't have any flowers. She didn't even have an air freshener that smelled like them. She shook her head, and turned towards the broom closet.<em>May as well clean this up before finding Adolpho.</em>Adolpho being her vibrator.<br/><br/>She took a step forward, and shook herself, breathing in deeply at the sudden flash of warmth. She looked around with a frown on her face. Why was she overheating? The prickle of sweat broke out over her forehead, and she took another breath, still smelling the flowers. "The hell is going..." She trailed off as she looked back, bilking in surprise. There was no mistaking the smell of flowers, leather... bodies. Her mouth fell open and she gulped, stepping away from the pentagram.<em>No way. No freaking..</em><br/><br/>A hand rose to her mouth and she stared at the pentagram, watching as all of the dust in the room seemed to gravitate into a cylinder, eyes wide, eyebrows knitting together as she tried to see what was in it, her free hand groping for something to hold onto. She barely believed it. She could barely tell it was happening, but she couldn't deny the smells. They did not belong in her home.<br/><br/>A shiver ran down her spine at the sound, and she gasped for air, hand finally finding her table, the corner digging into the still-fresh wound. She winced in pain, and tried to shy away from... A squeak escaped her as she began to feel... whatever it was. She gasped as a new sound slowly surrounded her, entire body shuddering in fear. Where was the knight? Where was the gentleman lover? What was this?<br/><br/>Her mouth opened without her bidding and one word barely escaped "E-english..." She couldn't stop shaking, it was too strong, too frightening, too... sexual. She blushed, realizing that she was wet, and she could feel everything as a sensual caress. Her already rosy cheeks shot with red as she tried in a vain attempt of modesty to cover herself, shoulders rising against the feeling against her neck. Her spine stiffened, and she froze, too afraid, too turned on to move.