"Holy shit, Quinn," a voice said from his right. "I thought you were going to wait in the car."

He looked over. Matthew Barkley had emerged from the restaurant carrying a large bag filled with fast food. Quinn breathed in and with his newly heightened vampires senses could immediately tell it was two

Whoppers with cheese and an order of fries. The smell of solid food made him feel a little queasy. Some vamps, like the two he'd saved, could still eat solid food. Unfortunately, he wasn't one of them.

"I needed to stretch my legs," he said.

 "Were those hunters?"

"They were trying to be."

"You kicked their asses?"

Quinn shrugged.

"Nice." Barkley nodded. "Good to see you're not a big fan of your old buddies. I guess that makes total sense."

The vampires approached.

"Thank you so much for saving us!" the female said. "We didn't know what to do. How can we ever thank you?"

Quinn didn't look at them. "You can start by staying the hell away from me."

"But we—"

"Go away," Quinn snarled.

They glanced at each other and then turned and ran in the opposite direction from the hunters.

Barkley had started to eat one of his Whoppers. He chewed thoughtfully and swallowed before speaking. "And you don't like vamps, either. That actually doesn't make sense. You're okay with werewolves, though, right?"

"Don't worry, I'm not going to run you off, too."

"Good to know. You ready to leave, or what? We need to put in a couple hundred more miles before we can grab some sleep."

Quinn's heart was beating hard in his chest. He felt a little ill, actually. Cold and clammy. "I need a minute. I'll be right back."

"I'll be in the car. Eating a great deal of food."

Quinn made his way to the public washroom in the restaurant to splash some cold water on his face. He clutched the side of the sink until his knuckles whitened.