Despite the were-panther's particularly inebriated state that fateful nice several seasons ago, Tetradore had hardly forgotten the auburn vampire's one last request. The only thing she wanted - the only real thing that might be able to show her his interest within the girl. It had certainly been a daunting challenge that she had presented him with and yet, Tetradore was hardly the type of individual to merely give up when he truly devoted himself to something. It had taken a surprisingly long time to even find a witch who would be capable of even completing the daunting task that she had laid at his feet. In fact, he had almost begun to lose hope all together when, quite to his surprise, the answer to his conundrum rested right within his very office. Raven held the very answer he had been so diligently searching for, providing him with the location of such a willing witch. It had been several days later when he finally ventured from his Western realm but the trip had hardly been for naught. Somewhere, on one of the side streets of downtown, Tetradore had found her dingy little store - dark and dusty though it had been. The raven haired vixen had watched him curiously at first, willing to entertain the notion for just long enough that he'd been able to lay out the details of his order. It wasn't until all the cards had been laid on the table that the foxy witch had quite literally laughed at his face.

It had taken quite a bit of coaxing before she was willing to entertain the idea and even then he had certainly paid her a small fortune over the past few months that she had worked so diligently on her task. He had nothing but blind faith to go on as winter slowly turned to spring and spring slowly turned to summer. She had told him that it would take time, especially the complete guarantee that he had required of her. And now, after all those months slowly slipped by his emerald eyes, he finally held the small vial within his hand. He hadn't asked what had gone into the creation of the vial, nor had he asked how many vampires had been used to test it - much less if they had done so willingly. In the end, he didn't particularly care of the lives that had been lost. All that mattered to Tetradore was that the witch in front of him had given him her complete certainty that it would function for exactly one hour and twenty-three minutes. Not a second more. Tetradore had hardly questioned her on it, instead holding the softly luminous phylactery within his fingertips, his emerald eyes steadfast upon his purchase. He hadn't particularly felt the need to stick around her dingy storefront any longer. After all, their transaction was complete, his pocket was significantly lighter and he held the future in the palm of his hand.

It was days later that Tetradore appeared on her door step. The soft purr of his sports car cut short as he parked in front of her apartment. It was deep into the night, perhaps near four in the morning. Sleep was already tugging at him but Tetradore ignored it all together. Instead he stepped out of the vehicle, the small velvet bag containing his gift tucked tightly into the pocket of his leather jacket. Tetradore locked the keys behind him, bounding his way up the stairs and to the door of the once familiar apartment. For a brief moment, the man paused. It had been months since he had called on the girl, since he'd seen her. He hardly doubted that she thought he'd forgotten about her all together and yet, the truth was so far var from it. Slowly his hand contorted into a fist and gingerly he tapped upon the thin door, waiting for the vampire within to answer.