It was
still dark when Phoebe's phone woke her. The sweet, upbeat ringtone
was utterly obnoxious to wake up to, jerking her from a deep,
dreamless sleep without ceremony. She grabbed the phone frantically,
desperate to stop the noise. Then she saw the unknown number flashing
on the screen and realised it was a phone call, not her alarm going
off.
Nobody
called at this time of day – or night – on a whim. Rubbing her
eyes with her free hand, Phoebe hit the speaker button. “Hello?”
“Morning,
Spooky,” Gibbs said, sounding infuriatingly awake and cheerful.
“Did I wake you?”
She
checked the time on her phone. “It's four bloody am. Of course you
did.”
“Sorry,”
he said. “I'd let you get back to sleep, but me and Spalding
thought you'd quite like to come on a little ride with us.”
“What
– wait.” Her brain skipped ahead and her heart sank. “There's
been another attack?”
“Maybe.
Got a very agitated farmer saying there's a dead body in his barn. I
can be at your hotel in fifteen minutes if you fancy coming along for
the ride.”
His
genial attitude was both irritating and suspicious, but Phoebe knew
she had to accept. “I'll be ready.”
She hung
up and scrambled out of bed. Her mind raced as she dug through her
suitcase for clean, warm clothes. A farmer with a body in his barn?
If this was a vampire attack, why had the creature suddenly changed
it's pattern? Her heart fluttered, anxiety worming its way in.
Changes in patterns were bad. They had little enough information as
it was, but at least the creature had been predictable up until
now...
She
pulled on a worn, faded hoodie and breathed in the comforting scent
of lavender, forcing herself to calm down. Conjecture and speculation
was pointless right now. Besides, a change in pattern might be a good
thing. It might give her more information, new insights. And until
Gibbs arrived and told her the whole story, she was only guessing
this was vampire-related.
Of course, if he'd
woken her up and dragged her out of bed for anything else, she
reserved the right to punch him.
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