The wind billowed in from the open window, chilling Krissy awake. She yawned as she sat up. The sun was still hidden underneath the horizon. She checked the bedside table. Her necklace was still there. She put it on, feeling the clasp snap into place behind her neck. The glass fragments from last nights small 'incident' were still discarded and being lost into the carpet. Flinging her brunette hair over her shoulder, she walked to her open suitcase that lay strewn on the motel floor and started packing it. The sun was up, and she needed to keep moving. The vampires would have realized their human 'pets' were freed by now, and she didn't want to handle a whole coven on her back at this time in the morning.

No car was unlocked. She sighed. She really needed to get some wheels, and fast. She wasn't too adept in stealing cars as of yet, but she was getting better. But she'd sliced her hand too many times on coat hangers for comfort to try jacking a car again. She finally gave up and made it to the main road, stuck her thumb out and waited.

And waited.

Finally. A man with sideburns a little too long for comfort stopped.

"Where to ma'am?". His toothy grin stretching the boundaries of his face.

"Iowa City please,".

...

"So. What's a pretty girl like you needing to go to Iowa City for?" he asked, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Family,".

And if by family she meant a meet up between other hunters than yes, family.

Krissy stared out the window. It was times like these where she missed her father. Taking her out with him. On hunts. Laughing with her. Joking with her. Saving her.

But he was gone now. It was up to her.

The driver's eyes kept darting to her bag, that Krissy kept a tight grip on.

"Haven't got much luggage there have you sweetie?".

"No, but you sure seem to have a lot of questions," she said back curtly.

The man laughed.

"Just trying to make some friendly conversation,".

...

The car ride was getting too long. Krissy's neck started to prickle as she noticed the same stop sign appear twice. Rockford to Iowa City was only a 3 hour drive. She knew this. She checked her watch. 4 hours. Krissy's hand slowly moved towards her bag where her daggers were kept, her eyes trained on the man's face. His knuckles seemed to whiten as her heart thumped in her chest. She was still new at this. Killing. Sneaking in and freeing people was fine and dandy with the right distraction. But killing? She didn't like it. Nor was she perfect at it.

"How long until we get there?" Krissy asked, trying to keep the nerves from interfering with her voice.

"Not long now,".

The man's voice had changed.

It was a lot darker and more monotone than it was before.

Krissy was already unzipping her bag and clasping the knife when it happened.

The man suddenly thrust the steering wheel to the left and sent the car into a perpetual spin. Krissy's head slammed into the dashboard and pain shot through her forehead. The wheels screamed as they tried to grab the road, but failed. The right side of the car, Krissy's side, was heading towards the road, and fast. The glass slammed into Krissy as the window collided with the tarmac, toppling the car on it's side. The car finally came to a holt, but that wasn't the end. The man was now struggling with his seatbelt to get at her. He snapped his head around and his fangs shone at her.

So the vampires had noticed.

She was trapped. The only exit was through the man's door, since hers was smacked against the ground. Her bag was lying on the door next to her head. She looked ahead.

The windshield.

Somehow it was still holding together.

Typical.

She kicked at the fragmented glass and it shattered under her boot. The vampire hissed as he ended up ripping the seatbelt from it's holster. Krissy threw her bag out of the car and then tried to climb out. But her arm was grabbed before she had broken free. She was wrenched back into the broken van, the long nails of the vampire ripping and tearing at her skin.

"Do you know how long it took for us to set up our base in Rockford?" the man snarled. Krissy struggled against his hard grip.

"Do you know how many people we had to round up? And how many people you let get away! Do you?". He was practically screaming now. Krissy was being forced to look directly into his dark red eyes as his grip tightened. Her arm was starting to howl under the pain, as his nails broke her skin and began to disappear underneath her flesh.

"No matter. Because I caught the culprit! Little ol' me! Little ol' Henry! There will be a nice reward on your little head when we get back,".

Krissy's other hand was silently searching for something. Anything. Her bag was outside the van. Useless. Henry was still gibbering on, trying to be snarky, but overall was just getting annoying. Finally she found something. A shard of glass. Before Henry could react, she swiped the shard across his face. He howled in pain. Krissy leapt from the car as fast as she could. Her bag was in an arms reach when she heard the crunch of his feet against the glass as he climbed out of the car after her. She fumbled to the bag as he lunged at her. She turned around quickly and pulled the trigger. The small crossbow fired it's wooden stake. Right at Henry.

He kept walking towards her, which was probably the most discerning part. As if he hadn't realized the giant wooden stick that was now protruding from his chest. But, even if his eyes didn't notice it, his body did. He began to seize up and almost within seconds he was on the ground, inches away from her. Krissy kept to the floor of the empty highway. Her heart in her mouth and her breath escaping her body like it was on fire. After a few minutes she looked back at the car and the dead vampire, and sighed. The sun was just starting to peak out from behind the hills.

Looks like she was walking to Iowa.