Aidan was feeling strangely romantic. Crishlyn was more than he deserved. She was this wild and free beauty and he her admirer, worshipper. If she asked him to burn down the world, Aidan wouldn't even wait for the snap of her fingers. He was very much in love, which was a strange and overpowering new emotion for him. In fact, he doesn't even remember what love felt like. Was this love or lust? Was he simply confusing the two? He wasn't sure, but he wasn't about to try and make a judgement on the matter. He was happy for once in this miserable life and he simply wanted to return the favor. To make her feel appreciated, because she really was.

He doesn't say anything as he slips out, taking his beloved yellow 1970 Mustang (honestly, the second love of his life). It was a warm night; a good night to hunt. But he wasn't selfish. Oh no, Aidan was overcome with spontaneous, gooey love feelings, remember? Revving up the engine and rolling down the windows to blast his music, he high tails it out of the driveway and disappears down the road, heading into the city.

He goes to a random night club, one even he hadn't been to before, which was truly a rare thing. Wearing his favorite leather jacket and jaded blue jeans, he looks the part. That asshole at the bar ready to make moves on someone's girl right in front of them. Inside, he is overcome by the feel of hormones, sex and alcohol. He can feel his thirst grow, but he fights it .. for now. He goes to the bar, scanning the crowd for possible victims. He orders a bottle of vodka and their finest wine to take home. Just as the bartender brings over his booze, two young girls walk up to the bar. They are drunk, young and stupid. Two blondes, both pretty on the eyes (but truly lacking when compared to Crishlyn). They check Aidan out in a coy fashion but don't say anything or make a move, so he does it himself. Checking them out from head to toe, he's satisfied enough and he's quite sure his beloved would be, too.

Introductions, a few more drinks (though he doesn't drink any himself, which was immensely challenging) and Aidan soon has them in the Mustang, driving back home. With promises of even better booze and drugs. And to see his 'castle' which was actually Cris' but what's a little white lie to two dumb blondes? A devilish smile is on his face, rather proud of himself. Before long, Cris would hear the bass from his music and that annoying rev of his engine coming back home. But this time, he'd have presents to make up for the annoyance.

Opening the door, the two girls are taken by the beauty of the mansion. "You think I was lying?!? See, I live in a fucking castle!" They're clearly impressed and quickly look into each close room before he directs them to a dark parlor deep in the heart of the estate. "Drink, drink! I'll be right back ...Sophia annnnnd, " Closing one eye in a playful manner and pointing at the other girl, trying to actually remember her name, "Aaaaaaabbey?" Her friend laughs. The girl whose name isn't Abbey has that smile on her face wiped off. "Aileen." She corrects him, clearly upset. "I'm so bad at names, I'm sorry Aileen. Now, if you'll excuse me. Please, don't stop the party .. I'll be right back and then we can really have some fun." A nicely placed wink adds to the final touch and they're back in line. They have no problem doing as asked and opening the Vodka he bought at the club, they mix it with Sprite and are off.

He races up the stairs, holding the wine behind his back, looking for Cris. "Oh Cris. My sweet, sweet, beautiful, lovely, gorgeous Cris." He mockingly calls out, hoping she'd pop out. "I come with gifts!" That smile was still on his face, because honestly he felt pretty proud to have actually gotten these two back home as planned. And he wanted to see that smirk on Cris' face. He wanted to see her get off on this, just the two of them. Aidan wanted to be bad, but only if she wanted to be bad with him. And this was Crishlyn .. of course she wanted to be bad!