Apollo pulled up on the side of the road as soon as he had got a considerable distance from the hotel. He opened the boot of the car and revealed the sleeping woman, he wrapped her coat tighter around her – while under the effects of the substance she was under she could not control her own body heat. He slid his jacket from his shoulders, wrapping it around her and pulling a small duvet from the back of the car and wrapping that around her too.

-x-x-

He was to head from the West Coast, his home in California to the East Coast, to where Klavier was supposed to be. Still, it would take him more than a day to get out of the city, with Ema in tow; no doubt it would take even longer.

He stopped once during the journey to change out of the hotel uniform. He hadn't stopped again until he had been travelling for three hours. He pulled into an empty parking lot, lifting the still sleeping woman from his boot, she'd wake soon. Sabre leapt into the back of the car, settling in what space remained on the back seat. Apollo pulled the seatbelt over her, noticing her body was making its own heat again. He then climbed back into his side of the car and pressed the lock straight down.

-x-x-

Her scream was more of a high pitch squeal. She tugged violently on the handle of the door, not getting anywhere.

"You won't get out anytime soon." He smiled.

"W-who are you!? Where am I!?"

"My name is Wolf, you're in my car. You must be Ema?"

"Oh my god!" She squealed trying to press herself against the door.

"What's that reaction for?"

"Y-you're a…a…"

"An assassin?" Wolf suggested.

"Are you?"
"Indeed."

"Let me onto the backseat!" She cried.

"I wouldn't if I were you." Apollo replied.

"Huh?" She looked back, the white wolf that had broken into her sister's office was the same one on the seat.

"That's Sabre, my pet. I assume he delivered my message to you?"

"Y-yeah." She replied. "Well, aren't you going to shoot me?"

"I was thinking you should try it yourself." He pulled the silver pistol from his pocket and laid it on her lap. She tried to lift it, making no effect. That thing was heavy. "Too heavy?" He pulled the pistol from the woman. "How about a sword?" He pulled the silver blade from his belt.

"N-no…"

"Good, I'm not going to kill you but while you're with me you'll be making yourself useful." Apollo tried to sound the least bit threatening.

"I hope you don't mean like that!" she pulled her white coat to cover the flesh of her thigh and the bottom of her red gown.

"You're a pretty girl and damn hot but no, I'm not that kind of guy. I didn't mean like that."

"Anyway…" He tried to lighten his tone. "I have a rule which I hope you'll obey, if I make a promise of course. My rule is this – if you cooperate with me you will be rewarded, if you don't do as I say then…well…you'll be punished accordingly."

"The promise?" She whimpered.

"I promise you, the person I am hired to kill isn't a member of your family."

"T-then O-ok."

"Good girl." Apollo chuckled. "So, I'm Wolf, that's Sabre, you know what we do, what do you do?"

-x-x-

"What?" Apollo spoke into the phone in a harsh tone. "Please tell me you've located the target."

"Not now, have you got the girl?" Clarissa demanded.

"Miss Ema, can you be as kind as to say hi?"

"H-hi?" Ema nervously squeaked.

"Ah right, no we only know he's on the other coast, it should take roughly a week or so to get to the other side couldn't it?"

"I have to sleep too you know, I'd also like to take my little guest here to see a few things."

"How long do you think it would take to get to the Merriweather?"

"I'd rather not go there. Do you mean the bar or the…back bit?"

"The back bit but I guess you can stop by the bar."

"Nice, I'm not sure. I'd rather keep it slow; traffic around this time picks up, kids being off school and all." He lied. "Do I really have to go there?"

"Yes. Now call me when you get close to there." Apollo put the phone down and threw it onto the back seat by his pet.

"Stupid woman." He cursed. "Forgive me Miss Ema, I'm going to help you understand me and trust me a little first."

"I need the loo, can we stop?" Ema whined.

"Hm…" Apollo paused, he knew she would try to escape.

He pulled up at the nearest gas station, he unlocked the car and quickly locked the car back up before she had chance to climb out. He made sure to let Sabre out next.

"Hey buddy!" Apollo called. "fill it with gas." He made sure to check she had buttoned her coat before he let her out. "Where's the toilets?"

"Out back." The guy replied. Apollo locked his door and watched Ema run to the back of the building.

He glanced to Sabre and glanced off in the direction of the toilets Ema had just gone to. He knew Sabre would stay by the door, if she tried to make a break for it Sabre would stop her long enough for Apollo to get her back into the car. He'd headed off into the men's bathroom.

He'd finished up, washing his hands when he heard Ema's scream.

"Hey!" Apollo jumped on her and pushed her to the floor. "I thought I told you the rules." He pulled her up by the collar. "Where are your heels?" She was wearing high heels from when she was in the hotel room. He looked back to Sabre, who had lifted her discarded heels into his jaw.

"I thought you were going to keep your side of our deal?" He spoke harshly.

"I-I'm sorry!" She cried.

"Grr." He tugged her along to the car, unlocking the door before even the man filling the tank had finished. "Get in." He spoke in a domineering tone. She scrambled in, he opened the door for Sabre to climb in too before locking it tight. "Can I ask a favour?" He turned to the man filling his tank. "You sell snackoos?"

"Uh yeah." He ran to the building and came out with a bag. "That's thirty two fifty pal."

"Keep the change." He handed him two twenty dollar bills before climbing into the car.

"Listen lady." He made sure he was back onto the highway before he spoke to Ema. "You ever do that again and I swear to god I'll shoot you."

"But I thought you needed me for something?"

"I can make a dead body look live." He assured. "You understand?" She nervously bobbed her head up and down. "Good."

"I-I'm calling my sister." She patted her coat.

"Your phone's here." Apollo produced the phone from his pocket. "The battery is about thirty miles down the road though."

"You wrecked my phone!?"

"Shut up." Apollo warned. He softened his tone. "Look, I knew you were going to escape, most people would try to but next time I won't let you live through it."

"I'm so, so sorry!" She yelped.

"Here, according to the stuff we had on you, you like these?" Apollo tossed the bag into her lap. Of course, he knew she would eat them, Apollo was around her more than enough to know she loved them.

"Y-yeah. Thanks…" She shakily lifted one from the wrapper and into her mouth.

"It'll be daylight by the time we reach the next city. We'll stop somewhere, get you some decent clothes, where we're going – heck you won't be coming out dressed the way you are now."

"Huh?"

"You'll see." He glanced at the clock on his dashboard, it was getting close to midnight. "Anyway, then we'll book into a hotel, get some rest maybe, before we hit the road again."

"Who's going to be buying these clothes?" Ema squeaked.

"I will. My company pay for anything I want them to thanks to the credit card in my pocket."

He drove for a while longer, Sabre had drifted to sleep on the backseat, Ema was drifting in and out of sleep, a good thing too – she wouldn't be tempting Apollo into killing her and being rid of her after.

She wouldn't sleep fully, when she woke and was shaking violently Apollo felt sympathy towards her.

"You wanna eat?"

"Huh…oh sure…" Her voice drifted.

"There's a little service thing not far ahead, place is practically deserted from this time so nobody will be staring at you." He reached into the back for her heels. "Put those back on though." He was trying his best to be patient with her...