She led them through the parking lot and down the street, where she'd parked a rental car.  He emptied his bank account and wrote his parents an email about finding himself by traveling the world before she made him kill both the computer and cell phone. They were too easily traceable. A stop at a mom and pop store on the way out of town and they were on their way.<br/><br/>She directed him back to the Anarch states, out west. They'd end up in New Mexico at her sire's haven eventually, but she wanted time alone, just with him. He drove during the day as she slept in the car then rent a sleazy motel room during the night, when she would emerge and hunt, being gone for a few hours while he slept. They took Route 66 the whole way, the trip having been something they'd never gotten around to before she had gone. The transient nature of the tourists provided them both cover and provisions.  They also had plenty of time to enjoy each other as she would carry him over rough terrain or climb rooftops with him on her back to make love under the stars. It was even possible that they were happier now than they had been before.