The vampire's hand grasped his neck with an iron grip, his fingers crushing against the Alpha's windpipe enough that Tetradore's breath was reduced to little more than a pathetic wheeze. How he abhorred those instincts that screamed in a panicked frenzy, particularly when he knew well that any death Darcy afforded him was inconsequential when he would merely rise again from the ashes. His hands rose immediately to claw at Darcy's arm in a weakness the Were-King hated to show. It was a fruitless endeavor, his adrenaline induced frenzy for air hardly enough to hold a candle to the strength of a vampire. Darcy's threats to maim him were hardly anything new, even if it was far more permissible than the mark of Darcy's teeth upon his caramel skin. Tetradore was well aware of the vampire's cold gaze upon him, trailing down his figure with far more malicious intent than their mistress so frequently eyed him with. A sharp, albeit breathless curse left his lips - though it hardly served to provide Tetradore with even a precious sip of air as he only further antagonized the Southerner. That flash of rows of sharpened teeth was accompanied by an almost deadly growl only assured him just how close he walked that line of invoking Darcy's wrath.

The emerald of his gaze remained wholly steadfast upon the vampire before him, in spite of each gasping breath that left the Were-King's lips. He could feel Darcy's hand near trembling around his throat, the vampire so clearly struggled to contain himself. Tetradore hardly expected that jab of his mother in relation to his own sexual performance - one the Were-King had hardly wanted to offer their mistress in the first place. An audible hiss left the Alpha's lips, his gaze narrowed as he commanded Darcy not to speak of his mother in such a fashion. Her beautiful soul hardly deserved the death that Darcy himself had given her - nor for her memory to be sullied with even a word from her murderer's lips. The vampire's declaration that he could speak of whomever he wanted did little more than stoke the fires of Tetradore's fury, only for Darcy's hand to tighten even further against his neck, nearly crushing the Alpha's windpipe entirely. Breath, however, hardly mattered to the Were-King in that moment, his own affinity surged forth like a veritable tidal wave, those shadows unfurling to crash upon the pair, sweeping them into unfathomable darkness at their mere touch.

Gravity was quick to take hold of them, Tetradore was finally afforded that beautiful sensation of air as Darcy released his hold with a hiss of surprise. A cough racked the Alpha's frame as he gasped, his body desperate for every ounce of oxygen he greedily gulped before the Were-King found himself truly attentive to the...peculiar situation the duo found themselves within. He had, admittedly, anticipated slamming into the ground near instantly and yet...the air still rushed by them as Tetradore twisted in midair. The emerald of his eyes turned downward though he was presented with nothing but impenetrable blackness. Though Tetradore was more than capable of simply teleporting away, those shadows had become almost...unruly, his call to them ignored as the Alpha continued to fall. Abruptly, his body impacted solidly with water, the force of it pushed the air out of his lungs as the warm wetness embraced his entire figure. That simple need for air saw prompted the Were-King's near frantic efforts to swim in the direction he thought was upwards. It hardly took long for Tetradore to break the surface of the lake, though he could hardly tell beyond the sensation of a gentle breeze kissing his cheeks. The color of the world was a near perfect mirror as the same dark pool that the man tread within.

For a moment, the Alpha lingered in place, listening acutely for any sound other than the gentle splashing of water his own movements caused. It was...eerily quiet around him, punctuated only by the screech of some...animal in the distance. Tentatively, the Alpha swam forward, following what he could only assume was the tide as he moved in slow methodical movements, feeling ahead of him before propelling his body forward. Thankfully, he hardly had to swim long before his hand came into contact with something solid -- and cold. Stone? Maybe? His palms pressed against the hard surface as his hands searched for anything he could find purchase upon. It felt as if there was a ledge only a foot above him - that alone all he needed to know as Tetradore lifted himself up and onto dry land. He paused, for a moment, settled on that edge, the Were-King content to listen silently for several moments longer. It was...odd, that he hadn't yet heard Darcy, though maybe the vampire had gotten lost in the lake and would swim forever thinking the surface was just another inch ahead of him.

Tetradore stood to his feet, his steps careful as he tried to put some distance between himself and the shore, the rock he stood on gave way not far to what the Were-King could only assume was sand, though it was the presence of something else that captured his attention. He could feel them, brushing against his legs, swaying to and fro all around him - shadows. A world filled to the brim of shadows. Shit. It was the sound of splashing that drew Tetradore's gaze over his shoulder, even if he couldn't see the expanse of water he could hear something surfacing. Darcy. It seemed he found his way through the inky blackness after all. What a damn shame. A scowl crossed his features as his head cocked to the side, the Were-King wholly silent as he listened to Darcy choke up the water the vampire had swallowed. His emerald eyes turned away from the vampire, Tetradore instead merely scanning the horizon in some effort to see something amongst the sea of darkness. He was hardly prepared for the Southerner's shout, that drawl near echoing within the new world the pair found each other in. Still....if Darcy couldn't see him, perhaps ensuring the vampire didn't find him wouldn't be that difficult at all. Maybe he could merely abandon Darcy to the neverending shadowlands and return to Syn without anyone being any wiser. It was a tempting idea really, one that caused him to remain where he was with the hopes that Darcy would merely walk by and leave Tetradore to the conundrum of his own failing ability. Why now, in a world surrounded by blackness, were his shadows so uninclined to come to his aid?

A soft thud of Darcy's boot hitting a stone pulled Tetradore from his thoughts. A small snort left his nose at the grumble upon the vampire's lips, his steps became far more...tentative after that, though Tetradore could hardly blame him. Carefully, the Alpha moved further to his right, the shadows around him largely parted for him, only caressing his legs with a lover's touch whenever he stood still. He was unaware of the way they reacted to Darcy, those wild swings wholly lost within the depths of that bleak blackness until, without warning, something flooded the immediate area with light. His head turned, only to spy the small cellular device within Darcy's hand. Tetradore's lips curled in response to the flash of ivory fangs he was presented with. Darcy's threat, however, was cut off by the feminine voice that echoed from the man's phone - the sound alone drew both their gazes downwards and towards it as it fluttered several times, only to plunge them back into sudden darkness. For several moments, Tetradore was silent before a soft scoff left his lips. "Risque isn't going to do shit." The Alpha finally answered that intimidation - after all, they'd have to get home first and even then, what would she say? Why would she care about their little...mishap.

A low, near threatening growl reverberated from Tetradore's left, his head turned quickly only to stare at the several bright red pinpricks that seemed to float off the ground. "You...do see that...don't you?" Tetradore inquired as he took a tentative step backwards, his very instincts screaming at him as another grouping of those bright red dots appeared a bit further to his left, and then to his right. They were moving, whatever they were, moving closer. He could hear the sound of feet breaking blades of grass underfoot - only for those red dots to blink. Whatever it was (there was no creature Tetradore could think of with so very many eyes like that), it's mouth opened, only to emit the same sort of red light - it's very core seemingly consisted of that strange hue. "I think we should move." The Were-King insisted, entirely unsure of how one fought a creature made of shadows - the very presence of his element one he could feel within his bones as he took several more uncertain steps backward.

My heart is just to dark too care. I can't destroy what isn't there

so if you love me let me go

Deliver me into my fate & leave me with my sins
If you still care, don't ever let me know