"Surely you don't doubt that Lucifer will take you?" Aaron asked, rightfully concerned. No werewolf had ever thought of not returning to hell. Then again, Aithne wasn't your usual werewolf. The elevator opened and they walked down the hall to apartment 515. Aithne decided to change the subject, not wanting to have an awkward conversation on the first night.
"Tomorrow we're starting at Duchesne School tomorrow," she informed him, dragging her bags into the apartment.
"Do you have our schedules?" he questioned, bringing his own bags in.
"Yours is on the way. You did only say you were coming yesterday." Aithne dropped her bags in a room down the small hallway. Aaron's room was on the opposite side of the apartment. Once they'd each settled into their new rooms, they returned to the middle room, where the council had provided a couch and TV system for them.
"So do you want to go for a hunt tonight?" Aaron inquired, already hearing his stomach grumble. Aithne made her way to the small kitchen, beginning to put pots and pans away.
"Stealth, Aaron. It would look too suspicious if we arrived the day after a Blue Blood killing," Aithne explained. Aaron nodded his head, amazed that she'd thought this plan through so thoroughly.
"How long have you been planning this?" The question took Aithne off-guard. She had no idea that anyone had wondered about it. She'd simply said she was going and the council just asked if she was ready.
"Since I knew what I was." He nodded his head in response. "I'm going to go to the grocery store. We can't live off takeout forever. There's some money and menus on the counter if you want to order anything while I'm gone." Aaron stared at her for a moment. Already she was taking on a motherly role. Then again, she had no mother (even if the Blue Blood/Werewolf sense), so she'd had to fend for herself more than not. Before he could even manage a reply, she was out the door, making her way towards the streets of New York City.
On her way to the store (ok, she was taking a major detour, but you couldn't blame her), she walked passed something called "The Bank." Despite it's bland name, she could sense Blue Bloods within it. She took note, knowing that she'd come back. However, she sensed an extremely strong Blue Blood just outside of it. This Blue Blood had long, black hair, was pale as anything, and covered in thrift store close. As Aithne glanced down at herself, she realized that the two were a lot alike. Suddenly, a boy appeared by the girl's side.
"Conduit," Aithne said in a whisper as the boy took the girl by the hand, tugging her away from the sidewalk. The girl had been looking at something. Somehow, Aithne just knew that this was what had drawn the girl's attention. It was a strikingly handsome Blue Blood with blonde hair and a twin beside them. The angels of death and destruction. His eyes glanced her way and she immediately turned her gaze to the people in front of her. "To the store."
Aithne returned to the apartment an hour later with two grocery bags in hand. Aaron, however, was lounging on the couch with takeout on a plate, watching TV.
"Took you a while," he pointed out.
"Just wasn't sure what his royal highness would want to eat," she snapped back, obviously frustrated. Aaron set his plate down, coming up behind Aithne and putting his arms around her waist.
"Come on now," he cooed. "You have a lot of tension." He could feel her tightening up underneath is grasp. "Let me relieve that." Aaron then pushed the neckline of her hoodie and t-shirt away, kissing the bare skin there.
"You make it sound as though I have a choice in whether to do right or wrong. Like I'm a human," she commented, smiling seductively at him.
"Come on, don't pretend," he insisted. "You're a werewolf. You always have been." She then pulled away from him then, turning to look him in the eye.
"I will not be yours," she told him. This was the first time any werewolf had dared to deny him.
"You filthy half-blood!" he shouted, lifting his hand to smack her.
"That I am and you should not touch anything so unclean!" she snapped back. Aaron let his hand drop, ashamed of how her words stung. No one was supposed to be able to hurt Lucifer's right hand man, leader of the werewolves. But she just had.