It was supposed to be her first night on the town, her first night after he'd been forced to watch the young girl bleed out upon those ebony floors. To witness the redhead's death was one thing, especially after he made such the effort to warn her of any future. But it was the finding her again that haunted him, watching as she curled up with her cold flesh, covered in her own blood with sharp fangs and an instinctual desire for more. That moment alone had haunted him if only because it was a realization of all that he had been threatened with for so long. The second he got closed to anyone, he signed their death certificate and she was proof of that. A small frown marred Tetradore's features as he pulled a loose cotton shirt over his head. It was hardly the wardrobe that Risque felt was appropriate for him, often choosing leather over sheer fabrics but tonight he wasn't forced to show off for anyone. Tonight he was given a singular mission, one that he had no choice but to fulfill, one they'd both known he wouldn't turn down. The ebony sweatshirt was pulled over his head, his rough hands pausing only to flick up the hood as he lingered in front of his doorway, listening to the voices just on the other side of the hallway.

Only once they were gone did he dare venture out of his bedroom, quickly turning the opposite way down the hall way and darting towards the roof. He knew that he'd get to her before she left. She was lost and alone in the new world she lived in, it would take her time to reorientate herself. He paused at the edge of the building, his emerald eyes tracing the streets though she hardly took long to find, her auburn hair standing out in the masses. There was a soft sigh on his lips as he watched her, an almost pained look crossing his masculine features. He had done this to her. He was responsible for this. If he hadn't taken an interest in her that night, if he'd only just... Tetradore pulled his eyes from her, his attention redirected towards the building next to him. He jumped effortlessly across the gap towards the Kitten (as he'd taken to calling her) apartment roof, effortlessly finding the fire escape ladder that put him right into a darkened alleyway.

Effortlessly, the were panther blended into the crowd, maneuvering with ease through the figures that lined the street. His head was down, the hood only barely just covering his intense jade eyes. He was careful to give her space, to let her feel like she was alone and briefly he was struck by the irony of the entire situation. How many nights had he ventured out like this? How many times did he think he'd foolishly escaped from her clutches? How many times were there others following him? The realization was enough to bring a scowl to his features, his frown only deepening as she took what he was certain was a wrong turn. Tetradore wasted no time in finding the nearest building to scale, his physic was agile enough from years of climbing trees and rafters as a feline. Finding her again within the darkened alley was hardly difficult, from his new found perch, panic immediately flooding ever inch of his being. Dark Hunters. He could smell them a mile away, even without his heightened panther senses. They were true creatures of nightmares, hunting indiscriminately, judging the damned and pure alike.

Tetradore hardly needed the flash of steel before he was lifting himself over the railing, calculating his odds for walking away from this situation. He hardly hesitated in letting his masculine flesh give way to black silky fur, trusting within his abilities to land upon his feet unharmed. His clothing fell down around him but the man was hardly perturbed as he placed himself in front of Isolt, his fangs bared to the group in front of him. Well...at least one of them was equally as inexperienced as the newly turned vampire he was trying so desperately to protect.