Wyatt and Bianca appeared in a swirl of dark orbs. As they reformed, the assassin looked closely at her surroundings. They were in a very nice, high class apartment, somewhere in the upper part of the city, she guessed. It was large, the living room area that they were in, and it was adorned with nice leather furniture.

"This is where you are to stay until further notice." said Wyatt breaking the silence.

"Who'd you kill to get this place?" she asked, not expecting an answer.

"Chris might ask you how you ended up with an apartment like this, and I want you to tell him that its cloaked and that my magic won't be able to sense anything while anyone's inside." he instructed her.

"Sure, now when are you leaving?" Bianca asked with an annoyed look on her face.

Wyatt scowled at her before opening his hand and conjuring a sheet of paper. He handed it to her before saying, "This will tell you everything you need to know about Chris."

Bianca read over the paper. It had a list of all Chris' favorite bars, his friends, places he'd be last seen in, and all kinds of information on what he liked and didn't. She couldn't believe that she was actually going through with this. It was so cruel, but killing someone was even more cruel and she could never bring herself to do that again. That was a place she didn't want be ever again in her life. Looking at the paper again, she saw a picture of the man she had to pretend to love. He looked like the kind of person she would go for if she were a normal girl, but she wasnt' and she had to fall in love with him to save her own ass.

"Anything else I should know?" she questioned.

"I have a trap waiting for him right now, and afterwards he'll be depressed. I'd go checking some of his bars later...lets just say he'll be drinking away his pain." said Wyatt with a grin before disappearing in a stream of white light.

Another song started up, another ballad to be exact, and the smooth sound added to his sadness. Taking a gulp of liquor, he sulked deeper into his chair at the bar, wishing he could make all of it go away. He banged his shot glass on the table to let the bartender know that was ready for another drink. Chris was getting better at holding his liquor, and it took more alcohol to get him drunk then it used to. The chubby bartender took his glass, not caring how drunk he was, and filled it up with more vodka. Dust billowed up from the surface of the bar as the glass was placed in front of him once more.

"I'm keepin' a tab." the chubby man warned him with a scowl.

"I know, don't worry. You'll get your money." said Chris waving him away.

He took a look around, discovering that were more people here than usual. It was a saturday, but still this was one of the dumpier bars left in San Francisco. It didn't really matter to Chris though. The thought was merely meant to take his mind on the events that had occured earlier that day. Aiden's cries still echoed deep within his mind, and he was trying desperately to silence them. Though Chris wasn't empathic, he sometimes felt as if he were. He felt other's pain as though it were his own and that was something most people didn't experience.

The door creaked loudly as it was opened and a woman walked into the bar. She was dressed in tight jeans and a red sweater with a black leather jacket over it. Her long chesnut brown hair fell to her shoulders and her hazel eyes shined brightly in the dimly lit room. She didn't look like the type of person someone would find at a place like this on a saturday night. She looked too exquisite, too beautiful.

Chris gazed at her in amazement as she walked over to the bar. Her long legs moved her forward with grace, and she looked gorgeous all the while. He just couldn't take his eyes off of her. It could be the alchohol, but he thought she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his life.

Bianca noticed him watching her and pretended she didn't see him. She sat down on the hard chair at the bar next to his, waiting for the bartender to take her order. Using her perhiperal vision, she saw that he was still looking at her, obviously he was a little drunk. A sober person would know they were staring after that long, but she didn't hold it against him. She had no idea what Wyatt's 'test' had been, and she really didn't know Chris yet. It wouldn't be fair to judge him, she was already doing enough wrong by doing what Wyatt had asked of her.

"I'll have a rum and coke please." Bianca told the bartender with a slight smile. Since Chris was still gazing at her with wide eyes, she decided it might be time to strike up some light conversation and see where it led to. "Hi."

Chris snapped out of it as the girl spoke to him. He blushed ever so slightly, realizing what he must've looked like, staring at her like that. "Ah, hi. I'm Chris." he introduced himself with an awkward grin.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Bianca." she replied smiling a little brighter. The bartender brought over her drink and she took a small sip of it, thinking the taste was pretty good considering the bar she was in.

"So, what's a girl like you doing in a bar like this?" asked Chris slurring his words slightly.

Biana turned a little in her chair so that she could face him. "How am I differen't from anyone else that's here?" she asked with both eyebrows raised.

"Well, you just don't look like the type of person that would come here, and I've never seen you here before." answered Chris trying hard not to sound rude.

"Maybe you should look past appearances." suggested Bianca as she slipped off her leather jacket.

Chris set down his drink as he heard her say that. Where had he heard that before? Maybe he would've remembered if he wasn't so damn drunk. "Maybe I should." he replied smiling at her.

Bianca took another swig of her drink as a new song played throughout the bar. It was a slightly newer, fast paced song, and one of her favorites. "I love this song." she said to Chris, hoping he would ask her to dance with him. So far, he was the complete opposite of Wyatt, and she liked that a lot.

"Do you want to dance?" asked Chris as he stood up and offered his hand to her.

"I'd love to." Bianca answerd as she stood also and took his hand. Chris led her to the dance floor where there were a few people.

The two of them started to dance to the quick beat of the song. As their bodies became close both of them felt a warmth within themselves, something neither had experienced in a very long time. Bianca wrapped her arms around his neck as the song went into the chorus. Chris pulled her closer and they moved with great rhythm. As the song ended the two of them moved apart slowly, still entranced by the music that no longer played. They looked into eachother's eyes for a moment.

"I should probably get going..." said Bianca, not knowing how she had lost herself during the dance.

"Can I walk you home?" asked Chris not wanting to separate with her at that point.

Bianca pondered the thought for a moment. "Sure." she said though she had no intention on sleeping with him. Wyatt had assured her that his brother wouldn't fall in love with a tramp.

"Lets go." said Chris as they walked to the bar and paid and Bianca grabbed her jacket.

(Scene changes to Kendal's house)

Kendal opened her door and walked into her house. She flicked on the lightswitch and kept the door open for Aiden, who entered also.

"I know its not much, but you're welcome to stay here as long as you like." she told him kindly. Kendal was just about the kindest person you could ever meet.

"Thank you, your house is lovely." said Aiden as he walked in slowly. He was still shell shocked from his father's death. He felt like it was his fault. He had provoked Wyatt and then the evil bastard had murdered him. Aiden knew that the whole thing wouldn't have happened if Wyatt weren't involved, but still he felt responsible.

Kendal led him into the living room. It was a nice room with a blue couch and armchair, wooden coffee table, and a nice sized television. "Make yourself at home...I'm going to go make some tea."

Aiden nodded before sitting down on the large couch, and was glad that it was extremely comfortable. Sitting there by himself, the whole scene replayed in mind, over and over again. He could still hear his father cry out in pain, see his limp body on the floor. It was too much. The pain was too much for him to handle. All his life his father had been there for him. He had taught him how to control his demonic side and how to be a good person. Everything that Aiden knew about the world was what his father had taught him. Now for him to not be there was just something that hurt deep inside of him. Tears welled up in his eyes as he started to cry.

Kendal walked back in with two cups of tea and saw Aiden crying on the couch. She set the cups down lightly on the coffee table and sat down on the couch next to him. She knew exactly what he was going through. The memory of the day her parents had been killed was still fresh in her mind. She had come home from school and the door had been wide open. After walking in she found her father on the floor with a burn on his chest. Then she walked into the kitchen and found her mother sprawled out with her hand over a deep athame wound, she had died slowly and painfully.

She wrapped her arms around Aiden tightly. "Shh...its going to be alright. I know what you're going though, and it'll get better after time. You just have to believe that he would want you to be happy." Kendal consoled him as the hugged.

Aiden was caught off guard by her embrace and felt odd. He had never been held by a woman like this before, considering his mother was a demon. He had lived his whole life in hiding and had never had time for girls. Now, sitting there in Kendal's arms, he felt more alive than he ever had in his whole life.

"Kendal...thank you so much. You don't know how much this means to me." said Aiden as he looked at her.

She gazed back at him, really seeing him for the first time. "You don't have to thank me." replied Kendal.

They both just sat looking at eachother for a moment. Aiden sat up higher in his seat and ran a hand down her cheek. Her skin was so soft. Nervously, he leaned forward and placed his lips against hers. Kendal was caught slightly off guard by the kiss, by kissed him back all the same and for one moment all the pain was forgotten.