I am what she made me
her words are spiderwebs inside my head

This...was not his scene.

The fine dining restaurants of the City Creek Centres outdoor area was hardly the sort of place Darcy found he was inclined to linger- or enjoy- and yet tonights task had called for a certain level of decorum. Their target was....particular, apparently, about just who and where he would meet. Luring Arlo into Syn was an impossible feat. Any of those other bars Darcy had suggested had been shot down equally as quickly by this Crusniks agent. Arlo would meet only in a public place- and only with someone not a vampire. Cocky little shit. Darcy had been content enough to play along with that game. After all, his Beloved so desired this little Crusnik for her collection. The Southern Cowboy so hardly the kind inclined to disappoint his mate. Capturing Arlo simply required a change in hsi methods. Darcy was nothing if not adaptable- and decidedly cunning. That outdoor restaurant Arlo had chosen was brightly light, open, public- and had an escape route on nearly every side. This Crusnik was hardly a fool and yet Darcy was nothing if not practised at procuring for his Lover whatever creature caught her fancy. The Southern Vampire was not unwilling to admit this Crusnik was curious to him in turn. He had never met one of their species. How intriguing it might be to see what it was capable of. Arlo's refusal to meet with any vampires had been easy enough to get around. After all, was that not the point of a Kitty Slave? Darcy had instructed Harley to meet him here tonight. The sad little WerePanther was surely not foolish enough to deny him that command. It would be simple enough to have Harley play that needed role, to lure this Arlo away from the public and into that waiting trap. Darcy having made several alternate plans just in case the little wretch proved slippery. Or Harley proved uncooperative. This, after all, would test her obedience further then it had yet been tested.

Darcy lingered at that table outside an Italian restaurant, his fingers tapped impatiently at the glass table top. How displeased he would be if Harley was even a singular minute late. He expected perfection in his plans. Flawless perfection. How unwise it would be for Harley to be that singular imperfect aspect. The scent of that Were filled the air near a moment later. With that virus having limited the number of people outside at any given time, that dining area was far less crowded than it might normally have been. Harley's scent was almost too easy to pick up amongst the small crowd as the raven-haired woman made her way towards him with all the enthusiasm of a lamb being led to the slaughter. He had seen no need to inform Harley of his plan beforehand. It was no business of hers after all. Her job was to serve and nothing else. Darcy's mismatched gaze lingered upon the WereWoman as she reluctantly took that seat opposite him, the cowboy content to speak before she could run her mouth. His patience for her sarcastic blather decidedly short tonight.

"Yar meetin' someone 'ere tonight on me behalf. He dun like vampires so 'e's gunna talk to yar instead. Yar gunna convince 'im to 'ead dat way wit ya. Towards dem warehouses."

Darcy's head nodded towards those food storage warehouses behind the restaurants and out of the well lit square they sat within now. Away from the prying eyes of any members of the public, few though they were. The Southern vampire was determined that nothing would tie this abduction back to Syn in any sense. Darcy reached into his pocket then, that singular, capped syringe was pushed towards Harley then. Any hesitation she saw fit to offer him met with a pointed look and the lift of his own lip in silent threat.

" 'it 'im wit dat da moment yar alone. Me and da boys will do da rest. Dat should knock 'im out pretty damn quick."

He had already anticipated that confusion upon Harley's features. Had the foolish girl truly anticipated she would only ever be called to that bar he called home to serve? What use was a pet if you never took it out? The vaguest hint of a simper tugged loosely at the corner of Darcy's lip. The vampire seemed to take some...amusement in that very thought before his gaze fixated upon Harley again.

"Dis...Arlo tinks yar da owner of another bar, da Blue Moon Lagoon, he tinks yar interested in 'avin 'im play dare. He's a musician, guitar player. Supposed to be some famous guy, I aint never 'eard none of 'is shit music. We 'ave an interest in acquiring' 'im for....other reasons. Yar just play yar damn fuckin' part 'Arley. Dun fuck it up. I'll be watching ya."

How much clearer could he be?

Darcy

i'm in love with the madness