He supposed that trying to get the bags down into the drain so they could be eaten by the In-sink-erator installed therein would have been ultimately slower, though his primal situated brain could only think of the metal teeth grinding all of it to shreds in the blink of an eye.
Each punctured bag filled the air with more blood, the scent and flavor of it teasing the near-frenzied vampire. He pressed his face into Evey, smelling her, trying to use her to overwhelm the stench of it. He knew he was holding too tight to her, but he feared what might happen if he let go even a little bit.
The fight got more difficult while the blood filled the sink, and Aidan bit onto his own lip, hoping the pain of it would snap him out of it. His fingers itched to pull at the woman he clung to, to force her away from the sink and the blood. Then, as she drown out the smell with more water, they longed to rip her apart and punish her for what she was doing.
Aidan closed his eyes and listened, the few minutes it took to get rid of the bags stretching to an eternity. He ached. Her unsteady breathing, the sweat on her brow, the rabbit beat of her heart, he used it all to his advantage, attempting to ground himself there in the moment. In the future, as well.
She was speaking, but her words didn't reach him right away. It wasn't until the bubbly smell of soap overpowered that of the blood that what she'd said began to sink in. Aidan was afraid to move even an inch, needing more time to collect himself physically. His eyes opened, but he stared off through what was actually in front of him. Thinking to that time she spoke of, and seeing the Evey that he'd known then. She was different than the one standing in front of him, except...
"You." He said, his voice hoarse. She spoke of Evey as if she had been told the secrets of the girl, or read it all in a diary. She spoke wrong. There might have been fundamental differences between how she was now, this being who stood in his kitchen destroying a night full of horrible mistakes, and how she would have been if she hadn't spent so long thinking that he was dead, living - or half living, as it might be - with a hole inside of herself, but she was still her. She spoke with the mistaken idea that she was not Evey anymore. Aidan meant to correct her. "You wore it everywhere. You wore it after the smell of me faded from it. You wished for more time. You wished there had at least been a way to share your feelings. You."