Regan passed the phone from one hand to the other, staring at the list of contacts on the screen. None of them felt a good option. She looked at Daryl. “Hey, is that invite at your friend’s still there?”
“Yeah, totally,” Daryl said, scratching at his perpetual five o’clock shadow. “I’m sure you can crash at Stacy’s.”
Regan sat up a little. “Stacy’s?”
“Yeah,” Daryl responded, leaning over to tap the glass between the main area and the cab of the ambulance. “Hey, Gray, change of plans. We’re headed over to Stacy’s.”
The vehicle picked up speed as the driver, presumably Gray, started back into traffic, what little there was at this hour. There was silence in the van as Regan sat on the gurney with her arms around her legs, and Daryl watched the flash of the street lights in the windows.
“You’re going to like Stacy.” Daryl said breaking the awkward silence. He had never said that his vampire friend in the area was a woman. “She’s cute as a button. Real fun kid.”
Regan locked her vision on the rear window and the retreating road, now lit by the gentle hues of the pre-dawn light. She rubbed her eyes and felt waves of fatigue starting to hit her, the exhaustion of the night, the stress of all that had happened. She blinked a few times, seeing the world as a little darker than she thought it should be. She stretched her arms over her head and pointed her toes, that familar feeling of sleepiness coming over her at a rate she had only felt once before.
“Hey, Daryl,” she said, stifling a yawn. “I don’t know if I’m going to be aw--”
And she collapsed in a deep sleep.
Our story continues into Chapter 8.