The plastic bag swayed from Tetradore's fingertips as he left the gas station behind him, his emerald eyes focused solely upon the lanky figure of the taller deviant as Tobias leaned over the hood of the car, his fingers tracing those lines with near fascination. Tetradore initially afforded that map a mere glance, unperturbed by his companion's often peculiar nature until the boy questioned just where on the map they were. He paused at the hood of the vehicle, glancing over the map only to turn it upright. For a moment, his emerald eyes studied those roads and towns outlined on the large paper map before he found that highway they were currently sitting upon. Tetradore reached out, only to point to that exact mile that the page. He watched as Tobias considered the road ahead of them only to abruptly announce that the sun was already at its peak and, in turn, their own need for sleep before sunset. A small frown crossed Tetradore's lips in consideration of all that would surely come when the moon hung heavy within the sky. It was only a matter of time before they came for him. A soft sigh left Tetradore's lips before the man suggested a hotel nearby - his finger lightly tapped at a smaller road that led away from the highway and towards a small, quaint town just an hour south.

Tobias abrupt agreement to visit that hotel went unspoken as the boy lifted the map from the hood of the vehicle only to fold it once again along the creases. Tetradore said little throughout the process, instead maneuvering around to the driver's seat to open the door. He settled heavily into the bucket seat, passing the plastic bag filled with treats and drinks towards Tobias. His hand went to the ignition, turning the engine over as Tobias began to speak. For a moment, Tetradore merely watched his companion, as if he was surprised by his friend's astuteness on his own wellbeing. Slowly, his head bobbed in agreement with his own need for sleep before the Were-King turned his gaze back towards the road as his foot shifted to the accelerator. He guided the red sports car with ease back onto the highway, only to take the much smaller road just ahead towards the motel the gas station attendant had advised him of. He was aware, naturally, of Tobias tearing open a bag of candy, the sweet smell of gummy bears filled the small cabin of the sports car. Tetradore held out his hand, his own emerald eyes hardly deviating from the road or the striped lines that only further lulled him into some exhausted haze. That candy alone seemed to keep the Were-King going, the action of popping those bears into his mouth and chewing them was something to focus on enough to keep his eyes open.

It was nearly an hour later before sign for the motel appeared upon Tetradore's right, the man easily pulled into the lot, only to be greeted with ill-kept, cheap vehicles - the very sort of like made the sleek red Agera all the more conspicuous. Admittedly, Tetradore could hardly fault his companion for the boy's weariness. He hardly contended with his Beta as Tobias directed them further into the parking lot and behind the rather decrepit building, providing some level of security for the luxurious vehicle, at least to prying eyes. He'd entertained his companion, after climbing from the vehicle, pressing the automatic locks on the key fob in his hand as many times as the boy deemed necessary, all the while merely leaning against the back of the car as Tobias walked around the vehicle testing each of those doors twice before the vehicle was deemed safe enough to leave it. A yawn crossed his lips as Tetradore led the way towards the reception. His intense emerald gaze so callously met the man at the front desk, unperturbed by that judging gaze he was given. The question on their bed arrangements caused his eyebrow to raise ever so slightly as he stared at the man, his own baritone voice low as the Were-King responded in a deadpan tone. "Two. In the back of the hotel."

He watched in silence as the man at the reception saw to those details he'd all but demanded, his credit card handed over to the fellow when requested only to be handed a pair of card keys with a number written on the sleeve. Tetradore turned to leave the reception room, leading the way up the stairs on towards the second floor where their own unimpressive room awaited them. For a moment, Tetradore stood in the doorway, his emerald eyes merely surveying the state of the room before a small shrug crossed his shoulders. Despite the state of the King's own morality, despite his own life in captivity, he had become strangely accustomed to a certain level of...luxury. Risque, after all, accepted nothing less than the best. His own cabin within the Ark had its own sort of charm. The motel was...lacking in every sense and yet, it had a bed. Tetradore strode across the room, kicking off his shoes in the process before the Were-King all but collapsed onto the slick comforter. He hardly bothered to wiggle beneath the sheets, that exhaustion near hitting him in full force the moment he laid his head on the pillow. It hardly took long before sleep took him, his own chest rising and falling with those deeper breaths.

Tetradore was all but oblivious to the waking world, hardly stirring at the sound of the television before Tobias himself curled beneath his own blankets. It was the first time in months in which he had been afforded a dreamless sleep, his body too tired to even settle in those lighter stages of sleep for Risque's affinities to so afflict him. His own very deadness to the world persisted even several hours later as the sun slowly crept from the sky, those voices outside hardly caused the Were-King to stir, much less Tobias' own departure from their bedroom. It was the sudden impact of a body against his own form that so abruptly pulled Tetradore to the waking world, his shoulders were shook near violently as Tobias strove to bring him to wakefulness in a fear that saturated the boy's form - calling to the Were-King's own affinity. "....wha....?" He inquired, that sleep that so clung to him made him all the slower to process the stutter in the boy's voice as his car keys were so abruptly shoved into his hand. "Tobias, what's going on?" He inquired as he slowly pulled himself to his feet, his hands rose to rub the sleep from his eyes as Tobias bolted towards the front door of the motel room.

He hardly had a moment to react before Tobias so abruptly slammed the door in front of them, the lock shoved into place before something outside of the door crashed into it. The sound of scraping claws and snarling teeth so quickly registered within his mind. No. Not yet. He'd thought they'd have more time than this! He'd thought that his previous evening with Risque would make her satisfied enough to give him some space, at least enough to give him time to placate his companion before returning to Sacrosanct and his vampire mistress' lair. This was too soon. The sudden silence that so abruptly filled the air caused his own emerald eyes to turn apprehensively towards Tobias. The very stillness only further set him on edge as he crossed the room behind his companion, glancing over the boy's shoulder and towards the outside of the window. He could only vaguely make out that figure of the vampire that stood in front of the motel, the object within his hand difficult to make out in the darkness that was setting so rapidly around him. It wasn't until Tobias' whispered words about the fellows eyes that Tetradore was able to so effortlessly make that connection. "Shit. Shit, shit, shit." Tetradore muttered, knowing near instantly just who that figure could be. Risque had not sent just another of her lackeys to find him. She had sent one of her most trusted, merciless vampires to drag him back to Synyster, as if that lesson she had so wished to impress upon the boy was not yet over.

The very sound of Darcy's voice caused the Were-King to move from that window, backing up until his back hit the wall of the motel room. He remembered the last time he had seen Darcy. It had been several years ago, before he'd discovered both Tobias and Nadya still amongst the living. Darcy had always held an infatuation for Tetradore's mistress, his feelings bordering upon obsessive. It had been one of those evenings Risque had dragged him into her bed, whether he had wanted it or not, to fulfill her far more carnal, physical desires. How the very discovery had elicited such rage and jealousy! When Darcy was denied and Tetradore was chosen in his place. He had been all but overjoyed to take advantage of the situation when he'd found Tetradore chained to her headboard with Risque absent - resulting in no less than three broken ribs. Darcy was always careful with his animosity, though it rarely looked as such. Any damage he inflicted could be healed away and, in turn, Risque seemed more than willing to often overlook his infractions. The very last thing he wanted was to step out of that room and willingly into Darcy's care, the Were-Feline certain that he was unlikely to return unscathed.

He was wholly unprepared for that shatter of the window Tobias stood before, the glass shards going every wear as the brick that had been bouncing within Darcy's hand tumbled onto the carpet. Tetradore's hand subconsciously went to his rib cage, hardly requiring any prompting to follow Tobias to the bathroom and the window Tobias thrust open. His own figure hardly fit as easily through the small window, Tetradore near forced to wiggle his way out as the sounds of the mountain cat at the door once again started with a marked ferocity. Tobias own desperation in that moment resulted in the Were-King all but hauled out of the window, only to tumble unceremoniously onto the fire escape below. "Jesus Christ." He all but grumbled as Tobias leaped up to dash down the stairs. He was, he was sure, getting far too old to crawl through such tight spaces in that mortal skin. It took several precious moments before Tetradore regained some sense of control over his figure, after being so dragged through a window after being so abruptly woken. Nevertheless, that adrenaline once again raced through the Were-King's system as the pair sprinted towards the bright red sports car, the vehicle beeping as it unlocked in preparation for their escape.

Tetradore was well aware of the sound of those paws on the asphalt as the cats so raced into view, closing in behind them. Tetradore all but threw himself into the driver's side, hardly bothering with his seatbelt as he shoved the key into the ignition, turning it to bring the vehicle roaring to life. He hardly required Tobias' shouting in his ear as he threw the car in reverse. Tetradore's own vibrant gaze turned towards the rearview mirror, watching Darcy's almost lackadaisical stroll towards them, the vampire truly unperturbed by that turn of events. Tetradore threw the car in drive, his foot near slamming on the gas as the vehicle all but flew out of the parking lot and out onto the small road that led back towards the highway. This was, admittedly, definitely not going according to his plan. His emerald gaze briefly turned to the boy at his side, almost regretting that decision to run if Darcy had been sent after him, much less that the vampire had found him so easily and so quickly, far before Tetradore had been capable of returning himself. Risque, it seemed, had kept a careful eye upon him in the wake of what she had already done to him, those marks now all but healed over, leaving that pristine caramel flesh. His gaze darted towards the rearview mirror as his foot pressed upon the accelerator. They needed to get off the main highway, they needed to put as much distance between themselves as possible - before the gas tank required them to pause and refuel. It was a game of chase now and how Tetradore so abhorred being the mouse - especially when he was not alone.