At 7:30 that night, Nick got in his Mercedes his parents had bought him for his 16th birthday (his family was the 2nd richest in the town behind the Rosewoods) and started it up. He backed out of his driveway and started his cross-town drive to Annika's house. It was a cold late November night, when almost everyone in town was either curled up in front of their fireplaces or at a restaurant sipping hot chocolate or soup. He met almost no other cars on the road and arrived at the gates of Annika's house at only 7:50.
The gates were huge, opposing things made of wrought iron. A design featuring roses and woodland forests adorned the whole span. He stopped in front of the radio box and pressed the button. "Is that who I think it is?" Annika's deep, husky voice said over the transmission. "That's right, you slut." Nick snapped. "Look, I want this as much as you do, but I don't want to waste time getting to know you. It's just wham, bam thank you ma'am. Now open the gates." "Of course. Of course. Come right up." She agreed eagerly, then clicked out. There was a loud buzzing sound and the gates swung open. Nick drove his car through and up the winding road that lead up the hill towards the house.
When he reached the top, parked his car in the driveway, and got out, his breath was taken away. The mansion, a four story, three winged monstrosity of gothic design, rose above him framed by the dark night sky with icy winter stars gleaming in it. The moon was full, casting it's silky, mysterious light around the misty lawn. He walked up the flagstone walk up to the front door, with it's huge' slatted oak structure and it's brass lion's head knockers. Her knocked once and the door sprang open, revealing Annika dressed in a skimpy jacket with short shorts and a low-cut tank top.
"Well, I'm here. Let's get started." He said, breezing past her into the front hall without so much as a greeting. It was a three-story hall, with a twisting, curved staircase leading up into the dark fourth floor. A short hallway ahead of him lead to the huge great room, with a 62 inch flatscreen, a huge leather wrap-around couch, a billiard table, and other things only wealthy people seem to have. To the right was the huge kitchen, with it's stark-white cabinets, butcher's block island, and picture window of the misty grounds. A small, relatively unremarkable door lead to the basement, but Nick didn't know that.
Also unknown to Nick was the fact that Annika had been cooking all afternoon. Her parents had gone out to dinner and wouldn't be back until about 4:00 the next morning. She had used her best magic to lace the foods with, which would cause Nick to transform in a variety of horrifying ways. But she was feeling a little hot herself tonight, and didn't know if she would let Nick fuck her after all. Did she really want to transform him this quick? She decided to leave it up to him. She told him his options.