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

That darkness was...unlike anything he'd ever seen before. Even his vampire senses seemed unable to penetrate that blackness. There was no light. Nothing. No moon, no stars, no streetlights. Where in the fuck was he? It had to be some sort of cave, didn't it? There was no other explanation for why the sky lacked even a single star. A cave. He was underground. He had to be. Caves had water. That had to explain this. He was going to murder Tetradore the moment he got out of this fucking hell hole. Punk ass bitch. Those irritating thoughts all but turned within his mind as Darcy swam in the direction he presumed was the shore. There had to be a shore eventually, after all. In the very least there had to be a cave wall. That inky water was as black as the world around it, the cold nipped at his skin. That meal he'd had before his unintended swim all but wasted as his body struggled to cling to that warmth that blood had given him in the frigid water that surrounded him. His stomach rolled uncomfortably with the water he'd swallowed. That sensation akin to some sort of nausea. The kind he hadn't felt in...fucking centuries. Darcy's fingers, at last, seemed to touch...something. That shore felt soft beneath his touch as he pulled himself from the water. Wherever he was it lacked any breeze. The air around him was neither cold or warm but something almost infuriating....bland and almost damp. Maybe that was just his clothing. Darcy's hand reached upward to wipe through his dark hair, pushing the wet strands away from his face before that swirling water in his stomach prompted him to press his fingers to the back of his throat. The water he'd swallowed was quick to be coughed back up. The vampire spluttered for several moments before brushing his hand across his lips. Darcy's mismatched gaze surveyed that blackness once more. Nothing.

Something brushed agianst his leg, that sensation near akin to the feel of Risque's cats. Was it long grass? His hand reached down near instinctively to brush whatever it was away. The vampire, in that moment, oblivious to the shadows that swirled near angrily around his feet. Darcy, after all, was an intruder within that land- unlike the WerePanther who had brought them here. That sudden consideration of Tetradore, however, seemed to bring the thought of the other man to the forefront of his mind. He could smell him. Even without any breeze that scent so uniquely Tetradore's own still existed within the air. He smelled...close and yet the other man, if he was conscious and had failed to die in that fall, was staying distinctly quiet. Little shit. An irritated growl rose within the southern vampires throat. That very threat of what he intended to do to Tetradore once he found him all but snapped from his lips. Dacy strode more purposefully forward then. The vampire confidently pressed into the darkness- until his legs collided with something solid. That cave so apparently had boulders. A curse readily fell from his lips as Darcy stumbled, the vampire hurriedly managing to right himself and yet, this time, the cowboy was inclined to move more tentatively. The man was forced to near feel with his feet into the darkness. That sensation of something brush agianst him prompted his hand to sweep down with irritation once more. Those shadows angrily swirling. It was that brush of his hand agianst his pocket, however, that seemed to remind the irritated southern of his phone.

Darcy was quick to reach into his pocket and pluck that device from within. His fingers pressed at the button on the side, commanding that screen into life as light finally flooded that space. Only to reveal tetradore standing barely three feet away. Darcy's lips were quick to pull back from his fangs. Those white weapons gleamed in that dull light. When Risque found out about this she would string that little bastard up on the silver wall where he belonged. That threat, however, so hardly made it from Darcy's lips in its entirety before that phone declared they were not on any known road. Darcy's mismatched gaze glanced downward. The phone, struggling for life after its deep water swim had managed to open up google maps. The device declared a final time that their location was unknown before sputtering out. Plunging the pair back into darkness. A hiss of discontent rose from Darcy's lips only for Tetradore to declare that Risque wouldn't do shit. Another growl rose dangerously within the vampires throat. Darkness or not he was still entirely sure he could rip the other man apart. Another growl rose within the darkness then. That sound enough to prompt Darcy's own to fall silent as both men turned to glance toward the left.

Something...red seemed to glow within the gloom. Darcy's feet sifted forward, the vampire moving closer towards...whatever it was. Only for Tetradore to begin backing away. The other man's query of whether or not he saw those lights resulted in a soft scoff from the vampire.

"O'course I fuckin' see dem. I aint blind. What da fuck you walkin' backward for?"

Darcy own vampiric instincts, it seemed, so hardly held that same sense for flight as Tetradore's far more animalistic instincts did. The vampire, for several moments, merely paused- eyeing those...blinking lights curiously. At least until whatever it was seemed inclined to open its mouth- that same red light seeming to glow ominously as the sound of rushing feet echoed in that space. Whatever it was- was coming towards them- rapidly. Tetradore's soft insistence that maybe they should move was met with a dubious look(that Tetradore could hardly see). Darcy, for a moment longer, seemed to debate whether or not he could fight that creature. He still had both of his guns, after all. The sheer darkness however and the utter lack of scent that creature possessed made that battle dubious. How poorly Darcy fancied those odds. The sound of Tetradore stepping further and further backward at last prompted Darcy to turn, the vampire abruptly bolting into the darkness.

"I dun need ta outrun it, I jus need ta outrun yar."

After all, why not let it eat Tetradore? In the very least that creature would be distracted. The unfortunate Were so hardly capable of keeping up with that vampiric speed. Hmm, maybe he should have shot Tetradore and slowed him down all the more. How unfortunate he hadn't thought of it sooner. Darcy moved to increase his own speed all the more, the vampire shattering several boulders as he simply blazed through them in that rarely seen display of true, vampiric force. Darcy feet skidded to a halt on that shadowy earth, the vampire whirling to face the way he had come. His ears near straining agianst the darkness in search of the sound of running feet, Tetradore's dying screams or any other sound that might give away that creature's location. The -click- of his gun loading was the only sound that echoed around him as he lifted that weapon to point into the blackness- entirely ready to shoot at whatever emerged.

Surely, he had gotten far enough away from it right?

Darcy

i'm in love with the madness