The gang had regrouped back at Derek's loft. Everyone was exhausted and most looked like they were about to pass out on the floor. So while Stiles iced his injured ankle, they tried to be quick with discussion.
"So we're up against not one Omega, but two?" Lydia exclaimed. "Plus a vampire? What is this? True Blood?"
"Derek, have you heard of vampires being real?" Scott asked the alpha.
"What? You don't believe me?" Stiles looked up in disbelief. "I'm telling you, she was a vampire. She had pitch black eyes and giant fangs and all these grey veins on her face. And she had super speed and strength. Definitely a vampire."
"I have heard of people who feed on blood to survive. But I didn't think they were supernatural. I just always assumed they were delusional people." Derek admitted. He looked slightly embarrassed that he had never thought to look into this. "But with everything else that exists- us, kanimas, hunters. I really wouldn't rule vampires out."
"So what are we gonna do?" Isaac asked, tiredly.
"Looks like I'm gonna be doing some homework," Derek said. He picked up the bestiary, a book that detailed all the monsters in mythology. "You all need to go home. It's late. Get some sleep. I'll call you when I need you back."
Everyone started to get up. Isaac, Boyd, and Erica all went upstairs to their rooms, while the rest of the group left the building and entered their own cars. Stiles hopped in his jeep, and turned the key in the ignition. As he was backing up out of the parking lot, Stiles happened to glance to his right, and there standing by the bus stop across the street, was a small, lean figure dressed all in black. Stiles held his breathe, glancing to the other cars to see if anyone else noticed. They hadn't. When he looked back, she was gone.
"This is gonna be bad," Stiles muttered under his breathe.
There was a small abandoned bait store that stood on the outside of town, close to the lake. No one ever came near it. It was the perfect hide out for Rose Samson.
The small vampire had been hiding there for only three days. She'd heard word of the werewolves that roamed Beacon Hills, and she had every intention of putting an end to them. She would have succeeded in ending the two Omega's last night, had that human not been in the way. What was he even doing there? And why did he not seem so surprised at the sight of the wolf? Sure, fear ran through his veins, that much was obvious. But the look on his face made her suspicious that he knows more than a human should. He must be connected to the pack.
Wonderful, Rose thought. A human life I'll probably have to take as well. Why can't they just stay in their own world, safe from harm? That's why I do this anyways.
She sat down at a rickety table in what would have been the break room. She had set up camp in there, using some pallets and her sleeping bag as a bed, and police scanner to keep tabs on the town. Her backpack filled with her few clothing and supplies sat next to the makeshift bed, while a small duffel bag was at the end, out of the way. The room was worn and dingy, and while temperature did not affect her, she could feel the coldness.
It was the farthest thing she would want to call home, but it worked for her purpose.
Which was justice.
"Have you noticed there haven't been any murders in the last week?" Stiles asked Scott as they walked down the school hallway. Scott raised his eyebrow.
"No, I didn't notice," he said slowly. "Really? None?"
"No, and there haven't been any accidents," Stiles added. "This town is being quiet. Way too quiet. In fact, it's scary quiet. Something's wrong with that. We have a vampire and two vicious Omega werewolves on the loose and there hasn't been any death."
"What do you think they're up to?"
"No idea man, but that leads me to my next question," Stiles paused before continuing. "What's the vampire eating to survive?"
"Huh?"
"Honestly Scott, use your brain," Stiles rolled his eyes. "Vampires drink blood to live, right? Well, if she's a vampire shouldn't she be drinking people's bloods? But if there hasn't been any casualties within the last week, that means she's not killing anyone for it."
He could see the cogs turning in Scott's brain, trying to figure out where he was getting at.
"Dude, I'm saying this chick is not killing anyone, therefore she might actually be a good vamp."
"But still, how is she surviving?"
"She must have some other way to get blood. Maybe animals?" Stiles suggested.
"I don't think so, I would have heard about anything like that from Deaton," Scott shook his head. He was sure that if animals were being killed in abundance, his boss would have mentioned something. Especially since he knew about werewolves and such.
"Right," Stiles went silent as he tried to think of an answer. He waited while Scott opened his locker and transferred his school books into it.
"My mom needs the car tonight for work so I'm gonna need you to drop me off after study group," Scott mentioned. Suddenly, Stiles's ears perked up.
"Wait, wait, wait," he grabbed Scott's shoulder. His friend stared at him, waiting. "So if she's not killing people, or animals, what if she's stealing from the hospital?"
"Like, the donated blood?"
"Exactly!"
"Stiles you're a genius!" Scott closed his locker door and grabbed his cell phone out of his pocket.
"I know but people seem to over-look that fact sometimes," Stiles shrugged his shoulders. "Probably the Adderall addiction." Scott was already dialing Derek.
"Derek? I think I know how to catch out vampire."
