Rodriguez was in that comatose state vampires get in when they go to sleep for the "night" aka morning. He didn't even hear the window screech as it opened. He was sleeping peacefully but then a frown crossed his face. His undead heart felt there was something wrong. He shifted a bit but didn't wake. Waking from a comatose state was not an easy thing for a vampire to do. His mind slowly becoming aware that her scent was not as strong as before. His body twitched and his closed eyelids fluttered. He began to fight against nature. He was tired but he needed to know his mate was safe. He knew things wouldn't make sense to her right now. He hoped she would listen but knew she was too free spirited. His mind heard the bye bye.<br/><br/>It was too late when he bolted up and looked around. "Christy?" He called out. Worry filling him. He jumped up and looked around. Throwing the blanket across the room. He began to tear the room apart looking for her. Maybe she was hiding. Maybe she was still in the room hiding. He soon trashed the room looking for her. "Christy?" A sinking feeling began to fill his undead heart. Followed by anger. Followed by deep felt worry. Followed by dread. Which was followed by fear. "CHRISTY!!!" He cried out in horrror. She was gone. Dammit! Dammit! Dammit all to hell! He looked around and noticed the open window. He flitted over to it. Opening it further and stepped out onto the fire escape. Sniffing around. Where was she?<br/><br/>He needed to find her. It was for her own safety. He flitted down the fire escape and came into the street. Sniffing around as panic filled him. They could find her and she would be in grave danger. "CHRISTY!!!" he cried out again. Looking around in horror filled panic. His mate was gone from him. She was vunerable and weak. She would be easy prey to the people he was hiding her from. His eyes then filled with sorrow. Why did she want to run from him? He was just trying to protect her like a good mate would. It was followed by anger that she was stupid enough to leave. Which turned back to sorrow as tears rimmed his eyes. He worked so hard to keep his mate safe all these years. Now he had no idea where she went.<br/><br/>The wind was blowing her scent in all directions. He began flitting around looking for her. Calling out her name. Not like she would answer but when you are panicking reasoning doesn't matter. He was panicking because his mate was in danger and she had vanished from him. He also blamed himself for her disappearing. Maybe he hadn't been clear enough. Maybe she really hated him that much. He hoped she would find someplace safe to go. He shook his head and continued flitting around following dead ends and loop de loops. He was beginning to get angry again. How could she be so reckless?! He shook his head. Damn his vampiric temper. Not that he'd ever hurt her with it. He continued to search frantically for his mate.