Phaedra's chin snuck forward. Her eyebrow rose and fell. She was plenty damn tasty, to plenty of things--Harry included.
But she shrugged just the same. If it was between her doing this or Sam or Harry, she'd put money on herself every damn day and twice on Sunday. It wasn't just that she had no pulse and therefore wasn't food to the zombies--it was that she was faster. Much, much faster. That blood could be trailed around and gone and her back before Harry and Sam so much as got down the driveway.
She took the three bags of blood out of Harry's hands and turned and ran at full preternatural speed out the door. The chair was moved and the door re-closed in an eyeblink.
Once she was one the porch, face to face with the advancing little girl, Phaedra picked her up. She snarled, and her particular moans became louder and more insistant. It was then that she started to try to bite. Phaedra shut her eyes, told herself that was she was about to do wasn't really that cruel, and ran with the snarling kid, holding her with an elbow around her neck, arm like a vice.
Then she kept running, opening a one of the bags with her teeth and spilling the blood near the first wave of zombies she saw. Then more, the further she got away. She led the trail toward a construction site near the fair. It was empty the last she'd seen it, and it was full of holes. Zombies would be slower if they fell down a lot. She let the girl down before she could make any more noise or any more bite attempts, then looped the trail back on itself.
She wasn't gone ten minutes.
The yard was empty when she was back, and Phaedra strode back inside like she owned the place, locking the door behind her.
"So... anything you can do?" she said, sidling into a kitchen chair and looking at her arm. Scratch marks from the little girl were healing, flesh knitting itself back together. "I think we could use a little help figuring out how to undo this, if it can be undone."
With a slight smirk, she stood up, opened the fridge, and handed Sam one of Harry's beers. He'd been to Hell, and just got back. Beer was in order.