He was just a dirty old man. He never would have imagined the reaction her would have at seeing seeing her vampire twin. It had felt as if all his blood from his upper body had gone south in an effort to make his pants way to tight.

He was compleatly aware that the girl had only seen him as a father figure in her life, and he had never expected to have wanted more then that. Not in a million years. Yet here he was, laying in his bed, stroaking himself, with an image of a certan redhead dressed in tight leather in his mind.

And to his shame, he doesn't feel nearly guilty enough.