The hospital was quiet. There hadn't been any massive accidents that would require all hands on deck. No patients were having any serious issues. It was as if the entire world was sleeping.

Rose jimmied the lock on a fire exit door and slipped into the building. Moving with the speed and precision that being a vampire gave her, she made her way through the network of hallways and stairs till she was standing outside the hospital fridge door inside the blood lab. Using her lock pick, Rose opened it with ease. Stepping inside, Rose could smell the scent of blood. Her hunger suddenly sky-rocketed.

It had been three days since she last fed. Rose was trying to be discreet by taking only the smallest amounts of blood from the hospital to avoid the employees noticing the missing units. This was how she always worked. Never feeding from humans or animals. It was the safest, the easiest. It was also the hungriest option. Feeding less often to avoid the confusion meant she went for longer periods of time without any nourishment. This meant she would be weaker more often. But it was better than killing innocent people. Innocent humans. They didn't deserve any suffering from her hand.

Rose quickly got what she had come for, and was soon locking the door behind her. She retraced her footsteps till she was back at the fire exit door. Before she opened the door, something caught her attention.

The scent of a werewolf.

She sniffed again.

More than one werewolf. It was the pack.

Grinning, Rose backed away from the door.


"How long does it take for one vampire to have dinner?" Stiles grumbled from his hiding position, which was behind a bush. He and Scott sat in the dirt, while Derek, Jackson, Peter, and Boyd stood around the corners of the building. Isaac and Erica were in two different trees, and Lydia and Allison hid in Derek's car.

"Maybe she can only drink a certain blood type and she can't find it?" Scott suggested. Stiles rolled his eyes at the stupidity of the idea. Vampires being picky. Please.

The group waited another 10 minutes in silence. Scott was starting to feel uneasy about this plan. Something was wrong. She should have been finished by now. It'd been nearly an hour.

"This isn't right," Scott mumbled.

"Damn straight it's not right," a strange voice piped up behind them. The two boys jumped up and spun around. Rose stood under the tree, her arms crossed in front of her chest, a glare on her face. "Stalking the new girl in town. How rude."

They heard a snarl and saw the others running over.

"Oh lovely, more friends to be made," Rose grinned.

Before the others reached them, Rose had grabbed Scott and flung him against the trunk of the tree. A bone-splitting crunch rang out. She definitely broke something in him. Stiles was suddenly pushed backwards into the bush he had been hiding behind. Derek reached Rose first, but she kicked his knee backwards, grabbed his shoulder, and threw him onto the ground.

Rose was quickly involved in a heavily one-sided match against the werewolves, yet she was surprisingly the one winning. She was able to take down each werewolf, sometimes two at a time. Stiles watched her from the bush. He noticed while she fought one werewolf, she was watching another. It was like she was anticipating what each new one would do. She was figuring out how they worked.

Moving as quickly as his clumsy body could go, Stiles stumbled out of the bush and ran over to Allison, who was crouched behind the car, crossbow positioned. She had a knife attached to her belt. Without saying anything, he grabbed the knife from her. She would have protested, but Stiles was already running back to the fight.

Stiles watched carefully, waiting for his opportunity. Rose was pitted against Erica now. The werewolf leapt at her, but Rose moved to the left. As Erica soared past, the vampire grabbed her foot, and swung her around like a rag doll. Erica went flying into the grass, her leg landing completely wrong. Between Erica landing, and Peter moving in to make his second attack, Stiles threw the knife. He had seen Rose's eyes already staring at Scott, who was just now getting up after his ribs healed. She was already calculating the next attack. It was now or never.

The next thing Stiles heard was a piercing shriek. He saw the knife sticking out of the vampires arm. Everyone paused, confused. Rose clutched the handle of the knife, and yanked it out. Black blood oozed out of the open wound, dripping onto the dirt at a rapid pace. Rose's black eyes snapped up to Stiles. He saw the fury in them. She would come after him, he knew it.

Peter was the first to react. He darted for Rose, but she avoided him by jumping into the tree. Scott quickly followed her, along with Derek. The other wolves all spread out around the tree, trying to see where the three were going.

Rose jumped from branch to branch with her incredible speed. As fast as Scott could go, he was no match for this vampire. Rose made it to the top in mere seconds, and without a moments hesitation, she was soaring through the sky to the next tree over. When Scott got to the top, all he could do was watch as Rose jumped from the tree, to a light pole, and finally, right onto the hospital building.

Rose glanced behind her at the pack. Allison raised her crossbow and fired an arrow. Rose dodged it easily, and began clawing her way up the stone building towards the roof. Derek and his pack could do nothing but watch as Rose finally disappeared.

"Why did she run? Don't vampires have super healing?" Lydia asked.

"Yes they do," Peter stated.

"Except when they're critically injured by one of their weaknesses," Derek added as he jumped down from the tree.

"Well," everyone turned to Allison. "Good thing I soaked that blade in holy water."