10 minutes later...
Had he been in any right shape of mind the vampire may have considered slowing down, if only a little, yet the text message he received from her was all it took to get him moving. Like a bat out of hell Drifter's motorcycle flew down the streets, the sound of his engine screaming as he gunned the accelerator. Neither the dark nor the fog stood in the man's way as the feeling of real fear struck him like lightning. Fear. Panic. It was all so very new to him, but his sire's well being was all that mattered to Jeremiah...and those handful of texted words had sent him hurdling down the road with reckless abandon.
His inhuman sense guided him through the darkness with ease, and as the bike came flying across the street in front of the mansion Jeremiah just leapt off. Stride never once breaking he ignored the sound of his motorcycle crashing into a tree further down the road. All that mattered was reaching her side. Even the front door was an obstacle he plowed straight through, and the vampire's speed never faltered as he raced into the house. "Letha, where are ya?!"
It was her scent that grabbed his focus, the scent of vomit and blood flooding his nostrils. Panic swirled within his thoughts as he rushed into the kitchen, and the sight of her curled up on the floor would have stopped his heart had it still beat in his chest. Sickness was new...just like the fear he felt. After all vampires do not get sick. Yet as he moved to kneel beside her, gently reaching down to caress the side of her face, Jeremiah had no clue what to do.
"Darling...what...what's wrong with ya?"
Fear, concern, genuine panic. All those feeling were barely restrained, though his voice cracked slightly when he called out to her. Unsure of what to do the vamp carefully pulled her into his arms, and cradled her against his chest as he tried to think of something...of anything at all that he could do. "I'm here for ya, love..."