How he relished in that sound. In making Tetradore's heart leap and dance like a puppet on a string with his each and every action. He could hear the panicked fluttering off that ever-beating appendage in the moments that followed the second discharge of the gun. The Panther believing, even if only for a moment, that he'd put an end to that lanky bastard he seemed to love so much. Oh, but how he desired to do it too. Just to see if he could make Tetradore cry. The very thought of it alone was almost satisfying, teasing and tempting those decidedly predatory instincts within himself and yet- Tobias lived because it pleased Risque to have him live. His Mistress' wishes the singular and only reason that boy persisted. How much Tobias owed that Vampiric Queen. His beloved revolver was easily stowed within the trunk of that car before the lid was slammed downward. Darcy hardly oblivious in turn to the Jaguar having to 'remind' Tetradore off his seat several times already. The Snow Leopard girl so far having proven to be weak as water. Risque would have no use for her either. Her days numbered in turn. Darcy's mismatched gaze flickered briefly back to Tobias, assuring himself the boy was staying where he was told before he made his way around what was left of that Mountain Lion to settle himself into the driver's seat. His fingers reached for that radio, the music he preferred readily coaxed into the speakers and yet he cared little for the preference of anyone else in that car. What did they matter after all? Slaves- all of them- in one way or another, and without Risque they were his to do with as he pleased.

The car engine roared easily to life beneath his hands. Darcy turned a final time within his seat to make sure Tetradore understood his goddamn place- a notion he was sure the Panther seemed to forget farmore then he remembered. One Risque did not punish him enough for. He was hardly foolish enough to questions his beloved's disciplinary measures and yet his very disdain for Tetradore so especially seemed to prompt his desire to see the man harmed over and over again for his disobedience and wilful rebellion. One day his darlin' would grow bored of her favoured kitten, of that he was sure and then......then she would give Tetradore to him and oh how he relished in that idle daydream of just which end of the hispanic man he would start at as he tore him apart and so made him suffer for the twenty years Darcy had suffered in turn in so being forced to share her with him. That final threat that left his lips hardly idle in any sense. Darcy so forcing that aggression, that hate, that loathing downward once more and yet for how much longer he could continue to suppress those near territorial rages remained to be seen. His adoration for Risque the final tether that so kept Tetradore safe from him.

The car responded easily to his foot against the accelerator, peeling away in a cloud of dust from that broken down Agara and the forlorn Leopard standing beside it and bleeding out onto the sand. He felt....better after that meal. His healing once more taking up that fight against the acid within his wound and yet he could still feel it stinging. He could still feel it feeding on his own strength with every passing moment. The ever retreating darkness pressing upon him in turn as he coaxed that car faster. A few hours and he could return to her and those rewards she was sure to have for him. That thought alone seeming to provide some motivation for the man before that utterance off his name saw his gaze glance upward and into the rearview mirror to meet the emerald eyes of Tetradore once more. Those very words that fell from the younger man's lips uttered more like a promise then a threat. Somewhere within himself, deep and dark, he believed him. That acid at his neck stinging all over again as if to drive that very threat home. His features twisting rapidly into that look of distaste once more.

"Tetradore. Yar talkn'. I ain't gunna tell ya a second time ta shut da fuck up."

His gaze lingered a moment longer within that mirror before his attention returned to the road ahead. The volume on that radio turned upward once more if only to block out those pathetic sounds of Tetradore attempting to breath and that Snow Leopard trying to contain her wretched little sobs. As if she'd cared about her fallen comrade. If she'd cared she would have done a fucking better job herself of taking down Tobias. The next hour or so passed in a blissful, merciful silence and yet the darkness was quickly beginning to fade. That rising sun and that continued slow blood loss so at last forcing Darcy to pull that car over. He craved that sleep. Craved it like he craved blood and yet there was nothing to hunt in this fucking desert and he needed his passengers alive. That car was briefly left to idle, Darcy stepping from the driver's seat then to wander to the back of the car and open the door beside the girl, his thumb gesturing roughly to the driver's seat.

"You drive, Girl. I need yar friend to stay in da back with Tetradore while I sleep. Wake me up when we git home, should be dark by den. How dem ribs Tetty-Bear?"

That single, sharp snort of amusement easily left him then as the Girl scurried from her seat and into the drivers position. Darcy shutting and locking both those doors with a wave of his hand once more before making his way to the trunk of that car. The vampire eyeing his sleeping arrangements with a clear disdain. Fuck this. Still- he could feel that rising sun very nearly peeking that horizon. His body was exhausted and yet how much it would heal even as he 'slept' remained to be seen. Tetradore would pay for it. One way or another he would pay. Darcy finding a way to fit himself back into that trunk then and away from the sun as that car slowly started once more. Sleep finding the dark-haired vampire quickly. Darcy vaguely aware, in those final moments, of the Jaguar asking if they could turn that music off, only for the Girl to respond she was too terrified to try. Her voice shaking with fear and dripping in anxiety. Maybe Risque would let him have her before she died. She was pretty after all. Pretty still had a use to him.

How many hours it was before he finally woke again he hardly knew. That darkness well and truly having wrestled the sun into submission. Darcy having only just become fully aware off his surroundings when that car engine stopped, the sound of doors echoing for a moment before that trunk was finally opened once more. The Girl scuttling away again as Darcy sat upright. His neck almost screaming in protest. How......how was is still aching even now? That sudden gasp from the Girl saw his eyes dart sharply sideways, all three of those Were's eyeing him with some mixture of horror and a vague look of what might have been pride on Tetradore's features. Darcy hardly daring to glance at that wound himself as his hand lifted upward to run over it. It still hadn't closed. At least not properly. The edges of it felt hard, crusted with blood and god knows what else, some parts of it near decayed as if that flesh couldn't decide whether to heal or die. That some of those tendons and attachments had at least grown back was a small victory. His head feeling a little more stable on his shoulders now and yet, impossibly, he could still feel the dull ache of that acid. A sensation eclipsed only by utter starvation.

"Shift."

That command was uttered to the Jaguar and Snow Leopard alone. Tetradore, he suspected, not capable of that shift even if he desired too. The Panther's ribs had healed some in that time, his breathing less laboured and yet the way the boy nursed his body assured him they remained very much still broken. Darcy swung easily out of that trunk then, his hand reaching for those leashes stored within the back before clipping them to the collars of that Jaguar and Snow Leopard. Tetradore, he knew, was more then intelligent enough to follow on his own and largely incapable of running all the same as Darcy led the way into the back of that night club. Jesus fucking christ, Darcy! That bar keep changing out for his shift very near collided with them the moment they stepped inside, his eyes instantly on Darcy's neck. A sharp hiss spat from his lips readily prompting that other vampire to hurry passed. Darcy hardly in the mood for conversation tonight. Several more of those employers hurried out of the way, very few of them willing to engage Darcy in any sense. The vampire pausing outside one of those doors then ony to hand the leashes of those cats to the vampire lingering in the hall.

"Put dat Jaguar away, he dun his job. Tie dat Snow leopard up though, Risque can decide if she's worth keepin'. Fuckin disappoint she was."

The panic in that Snow Leopard was clear. The animal making a sudden lunge for the nearest door only to have that collar pull tight.The vampire holding her proceeding to near effortlessly drag her up the hall by that chain. Darcy barely offering her a second thought before his own hand rapped on that door and he waited for those glorious lyrics to invite him in. Tetradore left to wait in the hall as Darcy shut that door behind him. The simple scent of Risque alone all but alluring to him as he strode into that office to give his report. Darcy offering her that information of just where Tetradore and Tobias had been found, Tetradore's insubordination and that fight they had gotten into along with the notion Tobias had cost one of her cats its eye and eventually its life. Darcy offering her those reports too on just how those accompanying felines had performed and the uselessness of the female Snow Leopard.

Risque seemed to take a decided interest in his wounds and the capabilities of Tetradore's acid. Darcy struggling for several moments to keep that blood from staining the carpets as she ran her fingers over that wound. How he adored her touch, how he craved it even now. And how she rewarded him too. He had known he was her favourite. He had known she would reward him for tonight. He had known it all along. Risque allowing him free rein of the selection of bloods she kept away from the public and the bar, those bloods she so often kept just for herself and more then one of her vampiric employees eyed longingly. Even Darcy himself only allowed access to them when the mood struck her to indulge him. His state of starvation only furthering his delight in that prize. Risque affording him the entire rest of the evening off in turn as Darcy so took her hand within his own, his lips pressed in that singular kiss of affection to his Queen before he strode from that room like a cat with the cream. The door left ajar in his wake.

"Yar turn Tetty-boy."

That singular, final shove was offered toward the Panther, Darcy content to force him into that room lest he keep Risque waiting by dragging his feet before the vampire turned to stride down that hall to claim his bloody prize his darling had promised him.

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