After an early morning drinking session with Taylor, Daryl began to walk. Lost in his lingering thoughts, he didn't watch where he was going; but his body reacted to his thoughts and chose the way for him. When an intersection approached, Daryl's thoughts were pulled to a direction and his body followed faithfully, and when he was feeling brave he would cross the street. He walked through various neighborhoods and sometimes circled back to previous parts of the city, but he continued to walk forward, lost in thought. Eventually, he made it to a highway and he could only walk straight, so he followed through and moved forward.

The day worked differently for vampires; it didn't follow the cycle of the Earth’s rotation, nor did the sun decide whether it was the morning or night. It ended when the work for that day was complete, and they went to sleep left with only lingering problems to welcome them when they awake, or sometimes they day ended when they could no longer push any further, because when nothing can be done, you might as well rest.

So although the light changed to darkness and the darkness turned to light for a few cycles, this was still the morning for Daryl, the newly awakened Vampire Knight, and he still had to figure out what the day had in store for him.

Daryl followed the highway faithfully and didn't make any abrupt changes in direction. He didn't know, but he was slowly making his way further South. As for what he was looking for or what he would find, he wasn't sure.

As the days passed, the vehicles passing by continued to ignore him. They would glance at Daryl walking along the side of the road and wonder what brought him all the way there on his feet, but they didn't stop; they had their own journeys to travel.

But one day, a car pulled over without any indication from Daryl. As the car parked on the side of the road, Daryl gave it a glance before ignoring it and continuing to walk forward. He didn't know why this car had stopped, but it seemed irrelevant to what he was looking for, so he ignored it.

As Daryl walked forward, his back facing the car, a woman exited the vehicle. She stood up and closed the door before looking at Daryl; a bitter smile formed on her face before jogging forward.

“Hey! Hey!” She called out, causing Daryl to pause and turn around.

Daryl's eyes slowly widened at the woman's beauty. Her smooth brown skin and flowing dark hair reminded Daryl of a cappuccino; he very much wanted to take a sip.

Daryl shook his head. Fuck. Just another woman. She can take the next guy; I'm tired… Daryl thinks with some bitterness. Why the fuck is the question always a woman? Isn't there more to life than fucking? Daryl asks no one in particular; a small expression of his frustration.

As if sensing Daryl's thoughts, the woman frowns, but she pushes herself forward.

“This is a long road to walk on your feet and without supplies.” She starts slowly. “How about I give you a lift?” She asks casually, not expecting much from Daryl's demeanor.

Daryl opened his mouth to reject her, but the words got caught in his throat. Fuck, Daryl thought, knowing where this is going to lead. Instincts were driving him to say ‘yes' causing Daryl more frustration.

“Fine. Let's go.” Daryl replies, deciding not to care. He walks to the car without another glance at the woman; depression driving his inconsideration.

The woman lets out some hot air from her nostrils, slightly pissed that she bothered to do this. What a little bitch! She thought to herself.