<div class="floatleft">(http://i1286.photobucket.com/albums/a609/Kremsonbryar/E%20Characters/Angel%20Creek/Aiden%20Kendall/FireAiden_zps841c0083.jpg)</div>Name: Aiden Kendall<br/>Species/Element: Dark Witch - Fire Diety<br/>Wearing: Black leather pants, fingerless leather gloves, black combat boots, black sleeveless shirt<br/>Time: August 1st, around noon<br/>Location: Town Squqre- Side walk,parking<br/>Tag: Christa,Closed<br/>- Mentioned: Terran, Cali, Cali Aiden and Christa's parents<br/><br/>Aiden's dark eyes narrowed as Christa slide between him and his car. (http://i1286.photobucket.com/albums/a609/Kremsonbryar/E%20Characters/Angel%20Creek/Aiden%20Kendall/FascinatingcarsFaralli-and-Mazzanti-Evantra-Supercar-2013-11LKI50301301012_zpsf330c4a2.jpeg) His upper lip twitched, but not quite a snarl. "I don't remember asking for your permission." The conversation was over when he said it was over. But, this was the first real interaction he'd had with her. So, he'd head her out, for now. He doubted that he would have the chance to be this close to her alone, very often. He lifted his coffee to his lips to take a sip. Of course, her words caused the warm liquid to travel down the wrong place and it went down his wind pipe. He coughed and coughed to get it out. This was the second time she had called Cali his girlfriend. She really didn't know who she was.<br/><br/><strong>"The <em>"little blond"</em> is <em>not</em> my girlfriend and no, I have <em>not</em> killed her."</strong><br/><br/>She really was clueless and losing her touch. He couldn't believe that she could not feel the connection, the blood line connection to Cali. He shook his head. He wasn't going to tell her anything, if she could not feel it. It was better that way. Let her think what she will.<br/><br/><strong>"You are losing your touch, Christa, dear."</strong><br/><br/>He smirked,<strong>"As for her...leash? We have no need for one. She and I have a mutual understanding." </strong><br/><br/>It was at the mention of their parents and his having been locked up and under their control that caused him to clench his jaw. Was she trying to get to him, trying to hurt him? That was low, even for her. His stabs were only to try and make her see that she was not where she belonged. He turned his face, glancing down the street for a moment. When he looked back at her, there was a coldness not only to his expression, but to his voice.<strong> "Dead,"</strong>he said it like it didn't even matter. Like he didn't feel anything for them at all. He didn't. How could one feel something for your captors, vile guards who always kept you chained down?<br/><br/><strong>"Before you ask, it was not me."</strong><br/><br/>It was not him who killed them, but he praised the one who did. Christa didn't know what it was like. She never would. Now, he was done with this chat. A flame would engulf him and he would disappear. The flame would appear inside of his car (http://i1286.photobucket.com/albums/a609/Kremsonbryar/E%20Characters/Angel%20Creek/Aiden%20Kendall/FascinatingcarsFaralli-and-Mazzanti-Evantra-Supercar-2013-11LKI50301301012_zpsf330c4a2.jpeg), and die out with Aiden inside the car. He sat his coffee down in a cup holder, pulled his keys from his pocket and started the machine. (http://i1286.photobucket.com/albums/a609/Kremsonbryar/E%20Characters/Angel%20Creek/Aiden%20Kendall/FascinatingcarsFaralli-and-Mazzanti-Evantra-Supercar-2013-11LKI50301301012_zpsf330c4a2.jpeg) He was lucky and there was no one parked in front of him, so he easily sped out of the parking space and on to the street.