We walked down the dark sidewalk with only the street lamps, car lights as our luminescence from the darkness. An unnerving feeling slid down my spine. Strangers walked passed us here and there. Which made me feel lightly better... I contemplated inwardly if I was insane or not. Who would let a stranger pick the place and then change it for a reason no matter how good it was?

"You look beautiful." Atlas beamed as we turned waiting for the traffic to come to a halt.

"Thanks." I blushed. I looked to the red light motioning for us to stop. Minutes ticked by and the silence was killing me. The red light for us to cross just wouldn't turn green. What was I supposed to say? You're smoking hot too.

"One second, Butterfly." He said beaming and removing his arm from mine and I immediately found myself missing his warmth. I needed to seriously calm down. I mean WTF. Atlas walked to the activator to bring forth the green light and pressed furiously. It would've been hilarious if the look on his face wasn't so daunting. I walked over to him putting a hand on his shoulder before he could break the machine. I could tell he was toned even through his thick set coat. I felt him tense slightly under my touch.

"Hey...Atlas...it's okay..." I soothed trying to calm him. "It's not like you can just skip through the traffic." I joked trying to show him that everything was fine.

"What did you say?" He responded skeptically.

"Um...you can't skip through the traffic."

"Are you daring me?" He interrogated. The shadowy desire of a dare lusted over his eyes. I shook my head urgently. This maniac was going to get himself killed. He walked toward me with a daunting leer sewn to his perfect face and placed his hands on the sides of my face. My pulse was rushing loudly in my ears as he leaned into me.

"If I cross without a scratch...you must kiss me." He decided straightforward.

"I-I'll k-kiss you anyway." I stuttered.

"Aww." He said putting a black leather gloved hand to his chest. "That's cute."

Soon afterward he was in the traffic. Vehicles swerved. Cars honked. People screamed. He skipped across the street without a care in the world while singing...Crazy=Genius by Panic! At The Disco.

Other than the intense feeling of fright that coursed through me, I was filled with...appreciation.
He remembered my favorite song and his voice sounded great with it. I smiled as he skillfully moved out of the vehicles way as if he was a ballroom dancer. His moves were agile and quick and soon he was on the other side. He did a bow in my direction.

"He's insane." I whispered to myself as the light finally turned green allowing for me to cross street. My heart began to speed up its pace as I neared him. He was giving off a mischievous energized aura that practically radiated off of him.

"I believe you owe me a kiss." He sneered grabbing my arm and pulling me toward him. I didn't even try to protest as his soft lips met mine. It was only a brief kiss but how his teasing tongue trailed up my lips after was something so hot that I thought I would pass out. He gave me a wink then intertwined our arms. I began to become lightheaded. What was happening? Why did he kiss me? We don't even know each other. Why is this this stranger so insanely perfect?
Why was he being so nice to a stranger? Why was he already doing so much for me? To be honest I was starting to grow wry. Who treats a complete stranger like a long lost lover?

A serial killer that's who. I thought darkly. I gave notice of my phone in my black lace clutch. When was I going to be able to sneak away and call Dane?

"I can see the wheels turning in your head, butterfly." Atlas snickered smugly with a slight accent I hadn't notice before. Similar to someone who was raised in Britain. It was almost indistinguishable. You could only catch when it rarely appeared.

"It's just..."

"Honesty?" He asked and I didn't know why. "Be honest." He said when he saw my confusion. Here goes nothing.

"It's just that I was supposed to call my friend." Atlas's icy eyes darkened ominously to the point that cold pricks stuck into my skin.

"You agreed to my terms." He pointed out flatly.

"I-I know..." I began looking anywhere but his eyes.

"Hand it over." He demanded sternly. My eyes widened. He leaned in closer to my face when he saw I wasn't abiding. All that stood between us is an icy stare.

"Hand. It. Over." He growled out. His ice blue eyes illuminated through the night and I felt like I was trapped in a demon's clutches. Before I knew what I was doing I was pulling out my phone and handing it to him. Akin to a student who had been caught texting in class. I had already left myself to this strangers devices. GIVING MY PHONE TO HIM WAS FREAKING INSANE. My lower lip trembled as I looked up at him. It worked on Dane maybe it could work on this hot wacko.

He clasped my chin to look up to him.

"Butterfly..."He said his eyes flickering from my lips to my eyes. "If you think that your cute little act is going to work on me, you are surely mistaken. When someone agrees to my terms and conditions, they abide by my terms and conditions or suffer the consequences." With that he lowered his hand. I gulped inwardly. What the hell is wrong with me? I demanded. Why am I listening to him? What have I gotten myself into?

"Anyhow, we are here." Atlas proclaimed peering upward at St.Romano's. It was similar in some ways to Louie's. Nevertheless, it's hues were more red and white. We walked inside to be welcomed by the mouth watering aroma of garlic, cooked cheese, fresh bread and the spocy scent of the Italian seasoned meat which was enough to send my stomach into shock. And make my brain forget how screwed I was with this guy.

St. Romano's was definitely smaller, housing about two dozen tables with red and white checkered table cloths. The restaurant was filled with red lamps that casts a warm glow over the environment. Each table served only two. It was definitely way too romantic for a first date with Mr.Insanity. Mr... what was Atlas's last name?

A older woman with peachy skin and wavy long dark hair came to show us to our seats. As we were seated she brought a dark oregano green leather bound book handing one to Atlas and then one to me.

"Ciao Mr.Knight, I did not know we were expecting you tonight." She smiled cordially as she spoke through her light Italian accent. She was dressed in a white shirt, black slacks with a red bandanna over her wavy hair.

"It was a last minute suggestion." He explained grinning, which I've learned in a short amount of time that he liked to do.

"Ottimo, your company is always a treat. Now, may we start you off with tonight's wine selection?" Before I could answer.

"Sorry but no drinks for...us tonight." He answered. The woman who's name was Bruna nodded. I didn't drink other than cocktails so I didn't protest. Plus, he was already crazy without alcohol, imagine him with it.

"I will give you two some time to look over the menu." She gave me an odd fleeting look as if she wanted to tell me something then walked off. Confusion splattered on my face. She doesn't even know me...why would she give me such an odd look I wondered as I went through the pages. Everything was in Italian and there were no prices.

"Great." I muttered sitting back in my seat. Atlas's grinning eyes met mine.

"Didn't take Italian in high school?" He smirked

"Latin actually."

"Supernatural girl?" He beamed revealing his perfect pearly whites.

I nodded at him. "Can...you order for me?" I asked timidly. Gosh, what is wrong with me? I'm acting like a virgin school girl. I wanted to cry at my stupidity. It was as if I couldn't stick up or speak for myself. I felt hopeless and it was embarrassing. Why was I just following his lead?

"Hey..." Atlas whispered leaning into me. "Don't be scared. You can ask me for anything. Remember, we already know each other." He winked and leaned in to me. His hand grasped my leg from under the table making me jump. I hit the table welcoming the irritated stares of the diners around us. I slapped his hand away.

"Don't think that I let you kiss me means you can get all frisky." I retorted with a leer. He raised his hands in defense.

"Feisty." He cooed. "I love it." He said biting at me. Yep, he actually bit at me. He was a crazy one. The waitress reappeared shortly afterwards. He fluently articulated our order in Italian.

"Pizza Magherita con peperoni e la tua bruschetta migliore."

"Show off." I growled lowly. I hadn't understood anything except for pepperoni and pizza so overall I was good.

"What was that?" He asked as a wide grin grew across his face.

"Nothing Mr.Knight." I gave him a tight lipped smile. He narrowed his eyes at me as he ran his hand through his dark locks.

"Well, Ms. Falls tell me about yourself."

"How do you know my last name?" I demanded.

"I stalked you." He said without a stutter. I didn't know whether to believe him or not. "Back to business, tell me something that you didn't tell me online."

"Like what?"

"What is the hottest thing you've done with your tongue?" My eyes widened.

"Straight to the point, aye?" I sneered.

"Can you blame me? You're gorgeous I would like to know what you've been up to." He said with a sly smile as he leaned his arms on the table and rested his head in his hands. He was so straightforward that it was a whole new level of insane.

But, he was hot....so? I leaned in toward him with new found energy. If he genuinely wanted to know about me so be it but I was going to know about him as well. He leaned in toward me only a few inches away. Haven't I seen something like this before?

"First, tell me what you do?" I demanded.

"Then you will answer my question?" He interrogated. I nodded. "I own mental rehabilitation centers."

Finally, everything clicked. Atlas Knight founder of the Knight Cerebral Rehabilitation Facility. There were over several dozens up and down the east coast. I had seen advertisements for the place at work. Question was why was he dating online? And why the hell hadn't I recognized him? I'm really absent minded at times.

"You're Atlas Knight?" It
sounded more of an answer than a question. He nodded slowly never taking his eyes off me.

"Now the answer. Describe it vividly." The desire to know lusted over his eyes. It was actually odd how much he wanted to know. Evidently, he wanted my answer to be descriptive. Apparently, boys will be boys.

I had to think for a second. I didn't really do oral.

"I haven't really done anything that bad with my tongue." I mean seriously I've only been with one guy in my entire life so far. He gave me a playful look. Similar to the look you give your pet when they do something cute. Suddenly, I wanted to impress him. Why? God knows why I wanted to impress Mr. Insanity.

"I-I mean I could show y-you..." I said sitting up and starting to fidget with my legs nervously. His eyes brightened immensely and he tilted his head to the side.

"Show me."

I leaned into him. He returned the motion. Only an inch was between us. His masculine scent of icy winter mint bit at my senses. He smelt like pricey cologne. A scent that was so mouth watering that it sent a rush of heat down under. If sin had a scent than that was it. What? I had a thing for guys who smelt great. I leaned in further, but before our lips even touched. The food had arrived.

It was pepperoni pizza with Bruschetta on the side. The mozzarella cheese was melted to perfection. The baked bread and the intense aroma of the spicy pepperoni and tomato sauce filled my nostrils.

The bruschetta encased finely chopped tomatoes and mushrooms on crisp pieces of bread with perfectly simple amount of spice.

"You could've ordered that in English." I growled lowly sitting back.

"Where's the fun in that?" He smirked grabbing a slice and bringing it to his lips. I watched as he took a bite. "I know I'm gorgeous." He beamed. I averted my eyes immediately.

Yep, there is something wrong me. It must be because I haven't had sex in two years.

I know that it's harsh. But, who am I going do it with? Doctors? Well, let me tell you: single hot doctors are harder to find then you think. Scratch that single okay looking doctors are hard to find. It's just like all the good ones are always taken.

"Do you always talk to yourself?" Atlas responded. "And two years... that must be very detrimental to your womanhood." He said flatly as he began chewing on his second slice. My face burst into flames.

"You heard that?" I asked a pitch too high for my liking. My eyes were so wide that I thought they would pop out of my skull. He indicated a yes, wiping at his mouth with a red cloth napkin.

"Try a slice." He urged. I picked a piece and took a bite. The cheese practically melted in my mouth. The pepperoni was seasoned to perfection. The crust wasn't too thin or too thick. It was an explosion of Italian flavors. Food ectasy if you will. It was perfect. I closed my eyes savoring the taste as I took another bite.

"This...is so good." I moaned.

"Couldn't agree more."

"So...Um...what's...the...hottest thing you've ever done...with your...you know?" I asked stuttering like a freaking kid. I finished off my slice and took another. Stop embarassing yourself.

"With my tongue?" He interrogated smugly. That asshole was enjoying my discomfort. "I have done many things with my tongue. But, the most recent would be trailing it up your clit and fucking you with it. Until. You. Squirt. And then biting your cute little nub to make you cum more." He whispered seductively. My pulse was accelerating and it was starting to get very hot in the restaurant.

Restaurant? Time?
I looked to a deep set timber clock that stood above us on the dark red rampart. It read 9. I was supposed to call Dane an hour ago. I needed to get my phone back.

"I have to say that was hot." I beamed. "But you won't be getting this pussy anytime soon." With that I stood. Atlas mirrored my moves. I stepped to him until we were only an inch apart.

"Is that a dare?" He asked under his breath staring down at me. His warm breath caressed my forehead as his hand slid down my back stopping on the lowest section of my rear. My pulse accelerated inside of my rib cage as his soft lips caressed my forehead.

"Because if it is I will fulfill your desire more than willingly." A chilling feeling of lust ran down my thighs. He was so close it made me feel...terrified.

"Y-yep." I stuttered moving away.

His eyes darkened. He seemed to be very addicted to the rushes of dares. I slid my hand up his smooth collared shirt. The tensing of muscles returned. Someone didn't like to be touched? "I would like my phone for a second." I asked softly.

He grabbed my wrist tightly, yanking me toward him.

"You. Didn't. Give. Me. The. Night." He hissed. For some reason asking for my phone triggered him. He dragged me toward the entrance telling our waitress to charge it to his tab.
He pulled me into the night air. He was hauling me down more unfamiliar streets while running his fingers through his hair. He began whispering to himself as we crossed a street.

"Why won't she listen to me? I'm being ...perfect. Yet, she won't abide by the rules. I should just halt everything. But I've come so far."

"Atlas..?" I asked softly.

"She is the last and then I will stop. I will abstain from my dark desires." He decided to himself. "Abstain."

"Atlas!" I exclaimed. He gave me crap about being a self talker. He was creeping me out.

He turned to me. A look of confusion spread across his face shadowed by realization. It appeared as if the blue eyed maniac had forgotten I was with him.

"Um...I think we should call it a night." I told him gently.

He nodded slowly pulling me into a tight embrace. Again, the feeling of cold darkness crept along my skin. This date just went from random to insane to insaner to scary.

"I-It's okay..." I said somewhat awkwardly as I stroked his back.

"That feels... good." He moaned out gently. Abruptly, a sharp prick thrusts into my right arm. A lightheaded feeling washed over me. My vision blurred and my tongue became thick. I had been drugged. I tried to beat my now heavy arms against his clothed chest. Icy tremor filled fright rushed over my form.

"You...Ass..." I whispered as my eyes met the darkness of my lids falling limply against his form.

"Love you too, Butterfly..." He said with happiness trailing his words and I felt a kiss being pressed against my forehead. The son of a bitch drugged me.