AS THE CAB PULLED INTO Dale's street, red lights strobed the street. The pit in Mina's stomach opened into a dark abyss. When the cab couldn't get any closer, between ambulance, police car and nosy neighbours, Mina got out, fumbling with her wallet to throw some money at the protesting cab driver. The EMT was shutting the door on the ambulance, and she caught a glimpse of a white tarp-like thing inside. Her vision blurred as the silence made itself known — there were no sirens. The abyss turned to icy stone. Mina started to run, only to be grabbed as she ran between the ambulance and police car.
"Whoa, watch where you're going," the policeman said.
She scowled at him, his words taking a few seconds to process: the ambulance had almost run her over. I'm a vampire; I'll heal.
"My brother.
