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Aiden saw that she had turned the corner down the alleyway. And heard her footsteps stop. She probably thought she had lost him. It was either that or she wanted to get caught. And from what Aiden knew of Arielle, it was probably the latter.

He turned the corner and found her pressed up against the wall. The feline mutant walked up to her and leaned up against the wall as if he were tired from running after her. "This whole cat and mouse game has got to stop." Then he moved from his position and held her close as he began to breathe normally.

He could hear her heart beating as she stood there in front of him their bodies so close. Aiden then made a show of looking at his watch. "Oh look at the time. It's getting late. I think we should get back to the hotel." The boyish grin on his face gave away his true intentions though.

The weretiger grew vicious as it's blow connected to Cold Steel's forearm. It was enticed by the smell of blood that now hung in the air. The weretiger wanted to end this fight quickly. That was his style. Get them before they can get you.

Aiden remembered the few occasions that Sam and him had sparred. Sam always had more finesse in his his style than Aiden liked. It was always more of a drawn out fight with him. He liked to bleed his opponent dry. Aiden was all about the quick death. Both styles were quite effective though as shown by their number of kills.

What is he doing here? He should not be here. He must have come for me but why? To prove he was the better agent? Sam always did have his pride come to think of it. Was he trying to capture Arielle to entice me? Thinking clearly, Aiden would have realized that capturing the girl was absurd. Why go through that much trouble and play a game when you could just walk up and get the prize? But Aiden was not thinking clearly.

The thought of Sam going after Arielle only seemed to fuel the weretiger's rage even more. He would win this fight whatever it took from him. He would protect Arielle. He was going to kill Sam.

Aiden recalled having read about how wolves hunt once upon a time. The book had said that wolves always hunted in packs. Their favorite method of killing was to hamstring their opponent, crippling them. Then they would go for the throat. Well, Aiden knew that giving Sam time mount a defense wasn't a good idea. He opted instead for going straight for the throat.

Sam should have known better than to address Aiden when he was in his weretiger form. Aiden had not yet gained enough mastery over it to speak in English. The only language he knew was a series of growls and guttural noises that every tiger possessed.

The weretiger's claws being stuck in Sam's arm were removed when Sam's kick connected with the beast's chest. The blow did no lasting damage to it. It merely knocked it back a few steps. The beast quickly made up the lost ground when it rushed at Sam in an attempt to tackle him to the ground. A fatal bite to the neck would be so much easier to execute while his opponent was helpless.

Alexandra decided to take her leave. Aiden could certainly empathize with her. She had a lot of information to digest in a short amount of time. The feline mutant clasped her hand.

"It's been a pleasure as well. I'm glad you liked the music. Alright then. I hope I see you before another eight months passes." And with that Aiden went back to the piano and started playing again.

"No. Please. Anything but that. I'll do anything," he said with mock horror. Aiden knew she was only joking. Or hoped she was for the most part. Then she asked for something sweet. You're making this too easy for me, he thought. Stepping a little bit closer Aiden gave her a light kiss. "Oh. Is that not what you had in mind?"

While laughing he took her hand and led her down the street. His enhanced nose searching for a deliciously smelling bakery. He found one on the next block. Walking up to the counter Aiden said, "I'll have whatever your having." Leaving Arielle to decide.

Aiden was a little unsure about Arielle choice of clothing for the weather. Not that he was complaining. Never that. And if she got sick then he would make her stay in bed all day and take care of her. Either way it was a win-win situation.

"You would make rags look good Arielle," he said as she led him out of the room. They took the elevator and it wasn't crowded at all. They were they only ones in it for a fact.

The breakfast was complete with a buffet of a wide variety of dishes. Aiden grabbed a plate of eggs, bacon, a couple biscuits and a bowl of oatmeal and sat down to eat with Arielle. The food smelled delicious. "This looks really good. What do you want to do today?"

"You don't have live up to anything. You're all of what I said and more."

The night passed quickly as soon as Aiden's head hit the pillow. He awoke early the next morning. Seeing that it was still too early to get ready the feline mutant opted to stay in bed with his beautiful significant other.

It did finally come time though. Aiden rose and showered and had on only a pair of jeans while brushing his teeth. He poked his head out of the bathroom to see if Arielle was awake yet.