Lindsey, unlike most of the people who'd encountered vampires in York so far, was more used to them being human than not. Darla had scared the everliving hell out of him when she'd turned back into a vampire, but he'd known her as a human first; scared, lost, and looking to him for help. Drusilla was crazy as all get out, and Angel...hell, Angel was a whole other kinda crazy.
Point was, he didn't see vampires as evil, as mindless revenants that needed to be killed. They were hunters, and killers, but you didn't need fangs to be that. They were beautiful and deadly, and Lindsey had a healthy fear and respect for what Phaedra could do to him, if she wanted, but he wasn't scared of her.
He sped his steps a little, as if willing the distance to be smaller, them to be closer to the motel.