"Sweet home Alabama!"

The words, shouted a voice that could only belong to a man who had spent most of his night drinking, nearly caused me to veer off out of the lane we were in and crash into the Sedan beside us. I looked over at the shouter, Ryan, and glared fiercely before looking back at the road.

"The hell was that for?" I grumbled to him and reached toward my Monster. I really didn't want to drink it (The smell alone nearly made me puke) but it was the only thing in the car that had the power to both keep me awake and wasn't alcoholic. Of course, Ryan had complained quite a bit that I had drunk it, claiming that he was going to use it to mix it with. Leave it to Ryan to think of something that was bad enough and make it worse by adding alcohol.

"I wanted to liven up the mood." He answered and then jabbed his finger toward me. "But it won't because you're so grumpy, Julie."

"And why do you think I'm grumpy?" I asked, shooting another glare at him.

"Because you need a beer!" He caught my look and stuck his lip out and then scratched his head a little. "How about Tequila?"

"How about you shut your mouth before I push you out of the van!"

"Shut up…" Someone moaned from the back, tossing an object at my head. I ducked down a little and watched the tampon fly past me and hit the window.

"Good morning beautiful!" Ryan greeted exuberantly. "How about a smooch?"

"How about you fuck off, Ryan?"

"But Kristen…"

A soft but harsh grunt cut Ryan off and he quickly snapped his mouth shut. I laughed a bit and grabbed the tampon. As soon as Ryan was turned away, I chucked it at him.

"There, entertain yourself." I muttered.

I really should have known better, but apparently my brain was a bit far away at the moment (probably because I was in serious need for a goodnights sleep). Not even five minutes after I threw the tampon at him, he had it out of the wrapper and was fiddling with it, trying to figure out how it worked.

"God Ryan, really?" I asked and snatched it from him.

"Grumpy pants…." He growled and crossed his arms across his chest.

It was hard to believe that I'd already put up with three days of this. It wouldn't have been so bad if Ryan was normal at some point, but unfortunately, he wasn't. He was annoying at every minute of the day, unless he was sleeping or all out stoned. Anything less and he was grinding on my nerves.

Of course Kristen, who was slightly less annoying than Ryan, certainly wasn't helping anything. She was being bitchy as usual (Probably for the same reasons that she had a tampon nearby) and when she wasn't doing that, she was completely on Ryan, trying to seduce him.

I really did not want to see the results of that…

Perhaps the only person that hadn't annoyed me was Devin, my closest friend. He had been remotely normal for the entire trip (Though three days wasn't saying much) and also hadn't been trying to seduce anyone. Of course the only other available person in the van was myself and I wouldn't stand for any of that. That aside, he was probably my most favorite person in the world at this moment.

I was remotely concerned about him though. Before we'd started this trip, he was as clean as I was. Sure we'd had a few wild parties here and there, but never anything hard and never ever any drugs. Now though, Devin was high and almost every moment of the day and each night he drank until I had to take the bottle away.

I sighed a bit and saw the lights of a town on the horizon. I would stop there for the night, no matter what. I needed my sleep and it sure as hell wouldn't be in here. Besides, if the others made me be the designated driver then I would get to chose when, where and how long we stopped.

Everyone else seemed to be asleep when I arrived at the hotel. To be nice, I tried waking them, but waking the dead probably would have been easier. I soon gave up and went in to rent a room. I even left a note and a spare key for the others.

With a sigh, I made my way to the room and unlocked it. For a moment, I thought I saw someone move out of the corner of my eye, but put it off as over exhaustion and went inside. I locked the door without a second thought and then collapsed on the bed.

-Alistair POV-

I watched as the young girl made her way into the hotel room. It would be perfectly easy to take her here and now. She was alone…no one would hear her protests as I drank the sweet nectar that was her blood from the smooth column of her neck.

I hesitated though, missing my opportunity to strike. Something about her made me want to get closer, but not in the hunter way. I wanted to know about her…

Knock it off, Alistair. I scolded myself. She's a human; she would hate you for what you are. Besides, humans are only good for one thing…

"Food…" I whispered to myself. Still, I couldn't bring myself to open the unlocked door to her van and grab the key that had been left in there. It would be easy for me to take her, and yet I couldn't manage to do so.

So I stood there motionless, watching my dinner slip away.