Authors Note: For the rest of this story, one new chapter will be published each week. Thank you and I hope you enjoy.

Rose screamed in pain as her arm continued to bleed out. The black blood was all over- her clothes, the room. It refused to stop, despite her best efforts. The only explanation was that the knife that stabbed her had holy water on it at one point.

Damn! They've done their research. Rose growled as she went over to the burning coals she had started. An iron bar sat on the coals, glowing white from the heat. Rose picked it up, and clenching her teeth together, pressed the white metal against her injury.

The pain was horrendous. Rose screamed in horror. Every molecule in her body begged her to stop, but she pressed the bar against her skin harder. The skin around the wound began melding together with a sickening hissing sound. Gasping, Rose lifted the bar away and threw it to the ground in fury. She looked at her arm. Now that the wound had stopped bleeding, her body would be able to heal as usual. She watched as the angry pink scar faded within moments.

Before she could even blink, her arm looked as if nothing had even happened.

Rose sat down at the table and considered her next move.

The one that threw the knife was that boy she'd found in the woods. The human boy. But he wasn't the only human with the pack. There were two others, females. Why they would risk their lives and well-being to help a pack of useless mutts was beyond her. But Rose's mind was made up. They sided with the monsters, they would die with the monsters.

Stiles sat at his desk, eyes squinting at the computer screen in front of him. He had been up for hours, trying to figure out possible places that the vampire could be hiding. He assumed it would be somewhere isolated and empty, which narrowed down his options to closed down stores around the edge of town, a couple abandoned warehouses, and old factory. There were also a couple houses that no one had lived in for years that he added to his list, just to check.

Stiles printed out his list of addresses, and stuffed it into his backpack. He put on his shoes and his hoodie before slinging the pack over his shoulders and making his way out of the house.

Normally, Stiles would have gone to Derek or Scott with information like this. But something was holding him back. Something about the vampire made him want to seek her out first. He wanted to know why she was after them. What was her intention? Did she have ulterior motives, or was she just a crazy, bloody-thirsty vamp?

And why didn't she kill him that night in the woods? She had the chance. She was right there, standing over him, claws ready. But she didn't. And that counted for something.

Just to be safe, though, Stiles stored a bottle of holy water and a stake in his backpack.

Rose needed to write down the recent events. It was important that she document every moment of what has happened. For hundreds of years, she's been writing in journals. She had nearly 20 now, all stowed away in her duffel. Rose had been alive so long, she was afraid she would forget memories that were crucial to keeping her sane. She needed to remember every town, every friend, every enemy, every victory.

She was laid out on her bed, knee propped up to steady her journal as she wrote in it. She recounted how she tracked down the pack, how she was surprised about the two Omega's, how the humans were sided with the beasts. She remembered how they had figured out she fed from hospital blood and tried to corner her. With a glare, she wrote about the human boy and his blessed knife.

Why a human would side with werewolves is beyond me, but there must be some sort of reason. I wonder if I should waste my time finding out that reason, or should I just proceed with taking them out-

Rose didn't finish her entry. Instead, she smelled a human.

With her vampiric speed, she was standing at the dirty window, peering out. She could see movement in the distance. A red plaid shirt was the first thing she noticed. The human walked closer and Rose could see it was the boy who injured her. A low growl emitted from her throat. Moving quickly, Rose went into the front of the store and hid behind the front counter. It was few minutes before she finally heard footsteps on the creaking wooden porch. The bell above the door jingled as it warned her the boy was entering. She heard the boy hiss, as if he was bracing himself for an attack. When none came, she heard the floorboards groan as he continued inside.

He was clumsy, that was for sure. His footsteps were rushed and uneven. Rose could smell his fear. If he's so afraid, why did he come? She waited for him to walk to the door to the backroom. As silent as a ghost, she leapt over the counter and was standing behind him.

After the boy peered into the backroom and saw nothing, he turned back around and found himself inches away from the vampire.

Gasping, he stumbled backwards, falling onto the ground. Rose smirked at him.

"Has the human come to apologize for hurting me?" she asked playfully. "Or maybe he's come with a death wish?"

"N-no," Stiles stuttered. He backed away as far as he could go, but he ran into the table. Rose walked over to him and crouched down so she could look him in the face. Smiling sweetly, Rose grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up.

"Why are you here? Where's your little wolf pack?" Rose demanded.

"I'm here alone! I'm alone!" Stiles chocked out. "I'm just here to talk! I promise."

Rose squinted her eyes at him. He wasn't lying, that's for sure.

"What could you possibly want to talk about?" Rose asked, rolling her eyes.

"Well if you would put me down, I imagine we could talk about a lot, considering you're a vampire and my best friend is a werewolf," Stiles said, laughing uneasily. Rose stared at him, before slowly lowering him to the ground. When his feet touched the floorboards, she let go of his shirt. Keeping her eyes on him, Rose sat down in her chair. Stiles awkwardly leaned against the wall, trying to remain calm.

"I-I'm sorry, you know, about stabbing you," Stiles apologized. "I just didn't want you to hurt my friends."

"Why are you with them?" Rose demanded. Stiles was taken back by her brashness, but shook it off.

"Um, well, I mean, Scott is my best friend. Has been since we were kids. I wasn't just going to abandon him because he got a little hairy and goes berserk once in a while," he answered.

"Loyalty, fair enough," the vampire nodded. "What about the others. What makes them important?"

Stiles shrugged. "Ya know, um, Scott trusts them. I trust Scott. It sort of just goes without saying."

"They could kill you though."

"But they won't."

"What makes you so sure of that?"

Stiles stared her, confusion in his eyes. "Well, they're a pack. Pack's are like family. I'm in the pack- sort of, so I'm like family, I guess. They don't hurt their family."

"They don't hurt their own kind in their packs because it's painfully difficult to kill their own kind. But you're a human. You're an easy target. Even if they don't mean to, they could kill you easily. And yet you think they won't hurt you, ever?"

"No of course not!"

"What happens when one of them looses control, say you're precious Scott can't control himself. Who do you think will be the casualty? Your Alpha? One of the other Betas? No. It's going to the be the breakable one. The human. That's you."

"Okay! Okay! There's risks with being a werewolf's friend!" Stiles shrugged. "But it doesn't change the fact that they're my friends. And I help my friends."
"Your fierce loyalty is disturbing, but we'll move on," Rose said flatly. "Who are the Omega's?"

"We don't know, we're trying to figure that out," Stiles sighed. "I have a question for you."

Rose raised her eyebrows. "Go on."

Stiles breathed in sharply. "What are you doing here?"

He watched as the corner of the vampires mouth twitched into the tiniest smile. "Pest control."

"But you're a vampire."

"Obviously."

"Then why do you want to kill werewolves? They're in the same boat as you. You know, legendary creatures and all?"

"We're monsters," Rose shouted. Stiles looked frightened, and Rose calmed herself down before continuing. "We're despicable monsters who have done nothing but hurt innocent people. We all need to be taken off this earth."

"What about you?"

"The day I kill the last beast out there, I will take my own life."

"You're going to be here for a long time then, huh?"

"Longer than I'd ever want to be."

"What made you hate yourself so much?"

Rose looked at him. She took in his scrawniness, the lanky frame covered with typical teen clothing. His short brown hair and brown eyes. His ridiculous amount of moles. He was just a boy. He had been swept into this world full of nightmares. He didn't know any better.

"It's a long story, one that I don't have time for." She said, looking down at her feet. Stiles nodded, understanding.

"You know, the pack, they're good people," Stiles said. "They only want to help the town. They want to protect it."

Rose scoffed. "They only want to protect themselves. That's the only reason they take out threats. So they aren't revealed to the world. So they don't get stuck in science labs. It's all a game to keep themselves in the shadows. It has nothing to do with your town."

"That's where you're wrong," Stiles said matter-of-factly. Rose stared at him in slight awe. How could this boy defend them so much? Had he not seen the horror that comes with being a monster?

"What is your name?" Rose asked.

"It's Stiles, what's yours?"

"Rose. How did you find me?"

"It wasn't that hard actually. I just figured you'd be hiding somewhere abandoned, so I went all over town to anywhere there hadn't been anything in for years. This place was on the list. Only took me about two hours."

"You're smart."

"Thanks! You know, not a lot of people realize that!"

Rose smirked. "What made you think it was safe to come alone?"

"I knew you were different."

"How could you have known that?"

"You didn't kill me when you had the chance. Why didn't you?"

Rose shrugged. "I don't kill humans until they give me a reason to. In that moment, I didn't know who you were, what you were doing there. You were innocent."

"Guess I'm not so much now, huh?" Stiles gave her a small goofy grin. Rose looked at him almost sadly.

"Unfortunately, yes," she admitted. Stiles sucked in his breathe. "Because you are siding with the werewolves, you have labeled yourself as a target. I do plan on killing you."

"Wait, can't you just talk to them? It doesn't have to be this way!" Stiles pleaded.

"But it does!" Rose stood up and started towards him. "It has to be this way because if I don't stop them, humans can never live in peace!"

"But they haven't hurt any humans!"

"Oh please, I did my research before I came here! This town has had countless murders and animal attacks and hundreds of accounts of suspicious behavior. You have definitely hurt the humans!"

Rose was right in front of the boy now. She grabbed him by the throat with one hand. Stiles watched as her eyes became black orbs, and the faint grey veins snaked around the sockets and trailed down her cheeks. Her two fangs protruded out of her mouth, ready to bite.

"Please!" Stiles yelled.

Before Rose could kill him, the door was broken down. A wolfed-out Scott stood there, taking in the sight of his best friend being attacked by the vampire. Derek appeared in the other doorway, and promptly started for Rose. The vampire dropped Stiles, and lunged at the on-coming wolf. They met in the middle with a large cracking noise. Someone broke a bone.

Derek yanked Rose by the hair and lifted her up, before throwing her back on the ground. Without missing a beat, she was back on her feet. She ran back and hopped up on the table before turning back and doing a jumping kick, her foot landing in Derek's face. Scott joined the fight by throwing a punch at Rose's face, but she ducked it, grabbing his arm and jerking him around. She pushed him with so much force he went flying out the door into the store room.

Rose followed him in and before he could catch himself, Scott was soaring towards a wall of shelves. Rose watched as he picked himself up from the fallen shelves and products. The front door was hen shattered as two more werewolves- Erica and Boyd- entered. Rose went after them, but they both moved out of the way. Erica swung her leg around, kicking Rose in the back, and Boyd caught her before using his brute strength to throw her onto the floor. Rose smashed through the floorboards. She felt a piece of wood lodged into her shoulder, and she screamed out in pain. Angered, she yanked it out. Her wound healed instantly, but she was furious. She jumped out of the floor, and ran towards the first wolf she saw, which was Derek.

He prepared himself for the impact. As Rose threw herself at him. he grabbed her and tossed her over his shoulder. He turned and watched her land on the front counter and fall behind it. He heard a bone cracking and went to look at the damage. He saw her laying on the ground, her neck sticking out at an unnatural angle.

"Give up?" Derek asked through heavy breathes. He could see Rose glaring at him, her black eyes looking like black holes.

"Not a chance," she gasped. Her neck and spine were working on repairing themselves, but it was taking to long. Derek took this opportunity. He grabbed the vampire and dragged her damaged body to a wall of shelves that was still intact. There was a large utility bucket of metal chains in the corner. Derek motioned for the others, and with their help, he chained Rose up.

By the time Rose's body had healed, she had no way to get free.

"Let's get her to my old home," Derek instructed. "Nobody will hear her screams."

Rose's head snapped up to look at him.

"That's right sweetheart," Derek smirked at her. "You didn't think you'd get off that easily, did you?"

Erica and Boyd began moving Rose out to the cars, which were parked a mile out. Stiles limped into the room, carrying Rose's bags.

"You're not gonna hurt her, are you?" he asked nervously.

"Stiles, she was going to kill you," Derek pointed out the obvious. "Of course we'll hurt her. Besides, we need answers and I doubt she'll tell us without a little push."

Without waiting to hear anything more that the boy had to say, Derek turned around and began walking out. Stiles glanced at Scott, who had walked over to him. He shrugged, as if to say, "what can you do?" and followed the Alpha. Sighing, Stiles went after them.