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

There was something sickeningly satisfying in holding Tetradore's throat within his hand. He could feel every muscle and nerve and cartilaginous ring of the other mans neck and throat between his own fingers as Tetradore gasped and wheezed desperately for breath. The Alpha's hands lifted automatically. Instinct alone prompted him to claw at Darcy's arm as if some pathetic part of him truly believed he was capable of prying the vampire off him. Darcy barely felt the Panther's fingers. How easy it would be to crush his windpipe. To squeeze the very life out of him inch by painful inch or perhaps to rip his head from his shoulders entirely just to see what came out when he did. Oh how satisfying that would be. How very much he would have liked to have seen Tetradore try and smirk at him then. The other man managed to cuss him out a final time and yet Darcy so hardly cared as little more than a growl rose to reverberate dangerously within the depths of his throat. His lips pulled back from his fangs. Those rows upon rows of sharpened fangs a distinctly clear threat even if both men knew Darcy was unlikely to bite. Risque loathed it when he did so without permission. Yet....breaking a limb was hardly off limits. His beloved Mistress so rarely chastised him for that. Tetradore could use the discipline- even if the bastard deserved far, far more than that. One day his time would come. One day Risque would tire of her pet and Darcy would finally, finally seek his ultimate revenge for everything Tetradore had forced him to suffer. Within the mind of the Southern Vampire there was no doubt, after all, that every inconvenience within his life was the fault of Tetradore. No matter how logical or otherwise that notion was inclined to be.

It took...considerable control to stop himself crushing that WereKing like an insect. Darcy's hand very near shook with the effort to control that barely contained rage that burned at his very veins. The near natural panic of Tetradore's body was like a siren song to his own predatory instincts. That scent of fear and adrenaline, that racing heart, how he desired to obliterate it and yet.....Risque's displeasure was not worth suffering in return. Not tonight. Still- there were other ways to hurt the emerald eyed man and oh how well Darcy knew them. Any mention of Tetradore's parents, his Mother, in particular, seemed to send the Were into a rage. It was a single point of weakness in Tetradore's otherwise near indestructible armor of apathy. The boy was weak beneath it. Clinging to some pathetic attachment to a family that had died years ago. As if the Alpha truly believed his parents gave a shit about him. No one's parents ever did. How certain Darcy was of that. How oblivious he remained to his own jaded views of any notion as fucking flawed as family. His breath was near as frigid as his body as he uttered those very words. Each one a dagger to the Panthers fragile heart. There was that reaction he was looking for. Tetradore would pay for daring to suggest Darcy did not keep Risque....satisfied. A deep, rumbling chuckle hissed between the vampires fangs at Tetradore's command not to talk about her precious mother. Darcy could talk about whoever the fuck he liked. Tetradore did not command him. He never had. He never would. He could feel that Panther raging beneath his hand, Darcy tightened his grip a final time as if determined to hear the panther beg to take a breath.

That sudden burst of shadows was unexpected. Darcy, momentarily, allowed the briefest hint of surprise to find his features before the pair were simply left falling. The cowboy's hand was quick to release Tetradore's throat. A hiss of both surprise and instant disdain was spat from the vampires lips as they simply continued to tumble. That ground was surely rushing to meet them at any moment. Darcy's own body attempted to twist mid-air in a fashion almost cat-like. The vampire attempting to land on his feet even if that ground never seemed to come. That feeling of falling was all-but consuming. What or how they had fallen so hardly entered his mind. Darcy merely left flailing in the dark before, suddenly- he hit the water. A gasp was forced free of the vampires own lips as he plunged into that frigid black water. His very first instinct, as primal and human as it was- prompted him to take a breath. His lungs were filled near instantly with water. Darcy, for several moments, seemed to flail between human instinct and vampiric condition before his body seemed to realise he hardly needed to breath. That instinct shut down as Darcy fingers scraped...sand? He had swum downward! The vampire's feet pulled beneath him, pushing off from that sand to push his figure toward what he could only presume was the surface. His fingers at last broke through that water, Darcy surfacing a moment later. He was.....where the fuck was he? Had he gone blind!?

There was nothing but blackness. No light, no moon, no stars, no sun. Darcy stayed where he was. The vampire treading water. Which way was land? Was this an ocean? Was he...inside a cave of some kind? That had to be it. A cave. He would have to reach land eventually. Darcy began to swim, the southern cowboy almost...cautious as he did for fear of striking the rocky wall of the cave and yet, eventually, his hand simply touched a shore of some kind. Darcy pulled himself out and onto the bank, the sodden vampire momentarily left staring at that blackness once more. This was th darkest fucking cave he'd even been in. Even he, with his vampiric senses, could see nothing. The water he had swallowed swirled uncomfortably within his stomach. He hardly needed to breathe and yet the feeling of it was....irritating. The vampire moved to pull himself to his feet, sputtering as he did before reaching to press his fingers to the back of his throat- that water rushing back up to be spluttered and spat all over the ground. Christ. He hadn't been forced to do that since he was a newborn vampire who'd tried, foolishly, to eat human food. His hand reached to brush across his lips, the vampire strengthening once more to peer into that blackness.

Tetradore. Where the fuck was Tetradore? Had that bastard teleported him in here somehow? A soft growl rose within the vampires throat once more. He was hardly going to see the other man in here- if he was even still in here- and yet sight was hardly his only assistant. Wherever they were- there was still air. Darcy forced that inhalation in through his nose. Tetradore's scent still heavy within the air. The other man was...nearby. Darcy's voice rose to shout then.

"I'm gunna fuckin' anhiliate yar, Tetradore! Ya rat bastard. What da fuck sort of place is dis? Ya better hope I dun fuckin' find ya!"

Darcy stepped forward then, the vampire walking near boldly into the blackness. Something was...brushing against his legs. Grass? It felt almost like Risque's cats. How oblivious he was, for now, of those shadows that seemed to swirl near....angrily around his feet. Darcy, after all, was an intruder in their world. The vampire so hardly a part of them as Tetradore was. Another irritated grumble feel from the Southern man's lips as he strode toward that scent. Darcy managed only a few more steps before he collided solidly with something. A boulder- from the feel of it impacting into his leg. The vampire sent stumbling before his reflexes righted himself.

"Jesus fuckin' christ."

Another hiss was spat from his lips before Darcy moved, more tentatively forward once more. The vampire feeling with his feet. He needed a light, something. Tetradore's scent was closer though. The other man right around here and yet remaining irritatingly quiet. Unless that fall had killed him. What was touching his leg!? Darcy's hand swung to swat at that shadow, only for his fingers to brush over the outline of his phone within the pocket. His phone. The vampire was quick to reach for that rather sodden device, the screen, by some miracle, flickering to life as he pressed it into wake mode. Light so finally emitted into that darkness- to reveal Tetradore standing barely three feet from him. Darcy's lips pulled back from his fangs once more.

"What da fuck game is dis ya playin'? When Risque finds out bout dis she gonna-"
"You are not on any known road."

That sudden automated voice prompted Darcy's mismatched gaze downward. His phone flickered. The device clearly....dying after its unintended deep water swim. The machine, somehow, having activated that google maps- only to inform him he was not on any known road. "Location unknown". That would be fucking right. That light flickered several more times before dying completely. The pair plunged back into darkness.

Darcy

i'm in love with the madness