Rodrigeuz knew that this was not going to make sense. That she would believe him. He just needed to get her to safety. â€œI am your mate. You are my mate. My name is Rodriguez. You were in increasing danger. I took you there for your own safety.â€ He cut off when she pushed out of his arms to land on the ground with an audible thud. He knelt down a bit and looked her over for injury. He saw none and stood back up. His head went to the side a bit when her hand brought itself up and angrily slapped him. Perhaps he had deserved that. Perhaps not. It was really a matter of opinion. He looked at her unamused. â€œAre you happy now?â€ He asked in a dark voice. His vampiric nature was a hard evil to fight. The way he was raised was to not take violence towards him lightly. Yet...this was his mate doing this. It was his mate talking. He rolled his eyes when she cut her apology off mid sentence.<br/><br/>She was such a fiesty young thing. â€œI am doing this for your own safety.â€ He started out again. He sighed as she bolted. He just let her get a head start. â€œWhy do they always run? Why did she run?â€ He said in exasperation. â€œGood lord I sounded like my father.â€ He shook his head and flitted after her. He appeared in front of her and grabbed her by the shoulders. â€œI can not allow you to go off by yourself Christy. You are in danger and whether you like it or not Iâ€™m your only means of survival. You canâ€™t unmark yourself as my mate. Now stop trying to run. Iâ€™m not going to hurt you. If I wanted to hurt you you would be dead.â€ He wrapped and arm around her waist and threw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. His hand touching the cuts in her legs and transfered the injuries onto himself. Making him wince as he walked.<br/><br/>â€œYou are being very difficult. I can not allow you to go off on your own. Scream all you like. I will just tell them you have mental health issues and have refused to take your medication. Thus leading you to slight insanity.â€ He said. Swearing in Romanian and continued walking back the direction they came. â€œOn another note I see you kept the locket...â€ He said softly. A smile on his face but she would see it. He didnâ€™t say anything further on the subject. Nothing more about the locket on her wrist. He walked until he came to a small city that didnâ€™t care who you were. They didnâ€™t care what you did. They didnâ€™t care about anything but the money you paid with. He had plenty of money to keep mouths shut.<br/><br/>â€œAgain happy birthday Christy. I am really sorry about this but it is necessary. Are you hungry? Would you like me to get you a birthday cake?â€ He asked. Trying to make her more at ease with him. He knew it was probably a poor attempt. He knew she would hate him for awhile. It was necessary and saddening as it was he could not allow it to change what he must do. To do so would risk her being in danger. â€œI canâ€™t let him have you Christy. I canâ€™t.â€ He wouldnâ€™t make sense now but later on it would. Later on it would be crystal clear what he meant. He found a motel and paid in cash. Cash was easily untraceable. It was a neat motel and one where they could crash for the day. It was getting to be late. He took them to the room and dropped her on the bed. Locking the door and barracaded it. Looking at her. â€œYou might as well relax. You and I are going to be together for a long time.â€ He said. Going to the bed and yawned. â€œRest up. We have more travel to do in the later evening.â€