Ace is the place.

Ace stumbles back to his Haven, freaking out truth be told, half in a panic attack. While walking down the street there had been some kind of commotion outside of a club, and an all to familiar female frame.

That hair...Those eyes...Fucking hells those curves..... God help me...

It was HER. Elle. His one great mistake.

But...but she was DEAD!! Right? She had to be! He'd left her there in a fucking alley, dead dead dead.

But there she was, backing out of the front door of JD Lanes, in all her smokin' hot glory, packing a silver Sig-Sauer no less and pointing at something in the club, looking like she's seen a ghost.

He almost bolted right then, a ghost from his past.

Holy shit...He didnt...remember changing her... He hadn't...No..But HOW?!

And then she was into a Bugatti, a Bugatti in Sacramento of all places, (apparently she was doing well for herself). And she was gone.

Ace heads into his haven, still shaking all over, looking around for a junkie to use, nothing... Nothing to ease the pain, nothing to take that lingering hideous guilt away. His fixation on that one night becoming an all consuming problem. He paces a hole in the floor waiting for dawn, heading to his lockdown of a bedroom and sliding beneath the sheets, desperate for relief.