That adrenaline still flowed thickly through his veins, even despite his certainty that Tobias was still alive, for the time being. His emerald eyes watched as Darcy's fingers reached towards the radio, flicking through the stations till that country song filled the speakers. Those peculiar mismatched eyes turned to face him, Darcy was all too eager to remind him that that death tonight, and those injuries sported upon every single member within that car, was his fault. It was a fact that Tetradore was well aware of and yet, at that moment, it was hardly the guilt that tugged strongest at the man. Instead, he was silent for several moments longer, allowing Darcy that sweet moment of those idle daydreams before his lips parted to utter the vampire's name. His vibrant gaze briefly met Darcy's own as the vampire glanced upwards in the reflexion of the rearview mirror. That threat upon his lips was uttered softly, even though Tetradore was certain that Darcy could hear him over the sweet country voice. There was no doubting his sincerity at that moment, Tetradore certainly not a stranger on just how to enact revenge against the undead. After all, was this not what Risque had taught him the past twenty years? How to utilize his venom to draw out the most torment? He watched as those once placid features contorted abruptly into a look of disdain. Tetradore was all too content to fall into that silence that was requested of him - silence was far easier than the movement it took to speak.

Tetradore leaned back in his seat, his head nestled against the back of the chair as his eyes fluttered closed. He tried to focus on the simple act of breathing, every single inhale pressed the fragile tissue of his lungs against the sharp and jagged splinters of his rib bones. The Were was altogether capable to block out the sound of sobs at his side, the sound far too familiar to him. The next hour or so, however, seemed almost...blissfully, were it not for the impending knowledge of just where he was going, what he had left behind, and the painfully lethargic way his body seemed to heal those pieces of bone back together. Tetradore was hardly oblivious to the way the darkness seemed to dissipate upon the horizon, giving way to the welcomed brightness of day. He remained silent as the vehicle began to slow, Darcy pulling just off the empty main road only to step out of the driver's seat. The two weres at his side seemed equally as attentive to Darcy's every movement, simply watching as the vampire made his way towards the snow leopard's side of the vehicle. She seemed terrified as Darcy opened her door, as if she anticipated he'd had enough of her only for the vampire to gesture towards the driver's seat. Tetradore's own lipped pressed together in a firm line at Darcy's question, the man hardly moving as he commented resolutely. "Fine." It was a lie, they both knew it well, the colors of his caramel flesh had turned sickly from black and blue to a rainbow of purple and black and an ugly yellow.

The snort of amusement upon Darcy's lips only serve to produce a scowl from Tetradore himself, even as the door slammed shut and locked behind the young girl. Tetradore tried to shift into what had been her seat, only for the jaguar's hand to suddenly reach out to his arm. A small frown crossed his features and yet, he made no effort to make any further movement to distance himself, his ribs already hurting too much as it was to risk any further confrontation with the hulking man - for now. The trunk loudly closed behind them, Darcy tucked away in that darkness before the vehicle started to move once again. The snow leopard was far more tentative on the pedal and yet, with Darcy gone, the very tension within the vehicle seemed to decrease - at least as far as the Jaguar beside him was concerned. The Snow Leopard still seemed as anxious as ever, far too afraid to even change the god awful music that still blasted through the stereo. God, it was going to be a long drive home.

It was a great many hours later before the familiar sight of Sacrosanct began to fill the windows of the city. He could still see the Ark looming in the distance as the car made its way down the dark roads of the Western warehouses. How Tetradore despised The familiar neon lights of Syn. He remained silent as they parked in front of the building. The very darkness that surrounded them near guaranteed both Darcy and Risque's wakefulness, and, in turn, Tetradore's own demise. He was silent as the large man beside him guided him from the vehicle, only for the terrified little snow leopard to make her way quickly towards the trunk of the vehicle opening the boot to reveal the rather awake Darcy. The look of horror upon both the snow leopard and jaguar's features prompted a small smug glimpse on Tetradore's own face as he eyed his handiwork. Darcy's flesh still refused to heal the depths of his venomous wound. How artful his handiwork was, the blackened dead flesh protested even vampiric healing. That bite was surely something Darcy would not forget. That command was hardly one Tetradore had any interest in entertaining, his own body far too...broken for such a violent contortion of bone and muscle. There were's at his side, however, near jumped into that transformation to leave those felines at Tetradore's feet. He watched as Darcy clipped those familiar leashes to their collars, the Were-King himself blissfully free of that device that Risque had once delighted in subjecting him to. How well he knew that very feeling.

Tetradore's feet all but dragged as he followed Darcy into the depths of the nightclub. His emerald eyes lingered upon Darcy and the wound he had made, the Were hardly interested in the vampires they passed. All of them, as far as Tetradore was concerned, were his enemy. His emerald eyes fell upon the familiar sight of that silver plated door to Risque's office. He had only left here several nights ago in near pieces, the last thing he wanted was to return. His gaze deviated only at the snow leopard's near-frantic lunging and yet, there was no salvation for her, even he knew this. He watched as she was dragged off, Darcy's own hand rapped against the door before the vampire was welcomed in by the salacious sounds of those French-accented words - Risque. For several long moments, Tetradore was left within the hallway to himself under the watchful eye of yet another of his mistress' lackeys. It was but a blissful moment to regain his strength, to tuck his emotions away behind those thick layers of apathy, much less to further inspect that wound upon his side before he was forced to confront the very woman of his own nightmares. Darcy's time with Risque was far shorter than he might have liked, leaving the door open for Tetradore himself. How particularly pleased Darcy seemed, and how poorly that spoke for his own future.

Tetradore slowly stepped away from the wall he was leaning against and yet, Darcy was hardly willing to allow him to drag his feet, near shoving him into Risque's office before the door was closed solidly behind him. A soft breath left his lips as his emerald eyes fell upon the slender figure of the woman. Tetradore remained altogether silent as he watched her, his hand near protectively covering those broken ribs in some effort to keep them from gaining her attention and yet, with his bare chest available for view, it was difficult not to notice that splotched flesh. No words he offered her now would make a difference, Tetradore knew this and so, instead, he merely awaiting the beginning of that dangerous dance the two so frequently engaged within.