Oh nothing was that simple. He didn't tell her that when the blood stopped the cravings could drive you mad. He didn't tell her that it was quite an easy way to keep her compliant to the only Old One in this world, he didn't tell her that she was his already and she didn't even know it yet. Oh she'd live, she'd enjoy her gilded cage. But she wouldn't leave him now. Not ever.
"That simple." he told her, hands resting at her hips as he led her further still into the crowded bar."You were so lost, so alone, and Lauren, it was cruel. The other me didn't care, he was just as bad as Mitchell but you never stood a chance did you? I couldn't understand it. So yes, its simple. Getting the things you deserve."
He'd spotted another. A woman, short hair, drinking some godawful whiskey and he wanted to drain her, actually he wanted to kill her, but that wasn't the point of the exercise. He would have her though, her and the bartender. Lauren too the way it was shaping up. She did so seem to be in awe of him. He spun her around to face him before affecting a rather overdramatic bow. "Tell me. Here and now, Lauren Drake. What do you want?"