For a vampire…Felicity's next weeks were pretty normal. She hadn't been home much, only to check that the other vampires hadn't completely destroyed the brownstone. She had been staying with Will in his apartment most nights, except for the Wednesday he'd been on call.

It was Sunday and they were driving home from a dinner that was on the edges of Starling City. Felicity was holding the hand Will wasn't driving with and laughing as he sang completely off-key to the radio

"You're not doing yourself…or Springsteen any favors." She laughed, causing Will to only sing louder.

Felicity continued laughing as she bent down, breaking their hands, to retrieve her ringing phone from her purse that had been thrown on the floor when they got in.

"Hello?" She didn't bother to look at the id as she was having too much fun teasing her boyfriend of six weeks.

"Felicity."

"Oliver." His tone made her sit at attention immideatly.

"He took her." His voice was strained but in control. "Slade took Thea."

"Oliver. I-I'll come as soon as-" She gasped. "Will, look out!" He swerved just as Felicity had noticed the figure standing in the middle of the road. The car flipped over more times than Felicity could count in her state of mind, her head hitting the roof of the car and window multiple times.

Once the car had come to a halt, landing upside down, she looked over at Will and completely forgot about Oliver, who was hollering over the phone.

"Will." She gasped. His eyes were glassy and staring, unseeing, through Felicity. "No. No. No." She bit her wrist and held it to his mouth. "You're not dying. No. Drink." She whimpered as her wrist healed. "Will, wake up. I can heal you." She begged, biting her wrist again. Her wounds had healed, but the blood had dried from when they had the chance to bleed. "No. You can't leave me. I can help you." Her breathing was heavy. He wasn't supposed to die like this. In such a human way.

Felicity jumped as the door was ripped from its hinges. "Hello, darling."

"You." Felicity looked at the man. "You killed him." Her voice was cold. Everything hurt. Her heart, her brain, her soul.

"Collateral damage. You can blame Oliver."

"I'm going to kill you." Felicity broke out of her seatbelt with ease and leaped at the man, causing them both to fly out of the car, breaking through a tree with their sheer combined brute strength.

"Oliver has a couple tricks up his sleeve."

"It's not Oliver's trick." Felicity hissed. "Where's Thea, Slade."

"Safe for now. You won't kill me."

He was right. Not when Thea could be in danger. She couldn't do that to Oliver. She sped over to him and surprised him by picking him up by his neck and slamming him to the floor. "We are going to get Thea back and then you are going to regret killing him." She shook her head. "How could you do that?" She slammed his head to the ground as he struggled to break free. "You hate Oliver for killing a woman you loved. Despite never being with her?" Felicity laughed cruelly. "You just made an enemy. A powerful enemy with even more powerful friends." Her voice was hoarse with emotion. "I-" She closed her eyes and took a breath. "Unlike you with your mirakuru," She spat the word out. "I can turn it off. I am turning it off."

"What? What do you think you can do? Kill me. Kill me!" Slade gasped out.

"My humanity could spare you. But I am not human. I turned it off as soon as you ripped that door off the handle." She smirked. "I want you to suffer. I am going to take away everything you care about."

"I have nothing left." He'd scream if he could.

"You have your revenge. You want revenge. And I am going to stop you. I don't need Oliver Queen or his arrows. I could gauge your remaining eye out. I know how much that hurts. It's happened. But I don't want you to feel physical pain. I want to break you."

"Felicity!" She heard Oliver's voice behind her but ignored him.

"I could kill you here and now. But I'm not going to." She slammed his head back to the ground once more before getting up and walking away from him, brushing past a confused Oliver, Sara, and Diggle.

She walked over to the wrecked car and knew that Digg was following her while Oliver and Sara stayed behind. She heard the latter two start to fight Slade but didn't care to help them. She bent down and retrieved her purse and fallen phone from the car, not sparing a look for her now dead boyfriend. She would have been falling apart if she had her humanity but that had been turned off.

"Felicity." She felt a hand on her shoulder.

She snarled and slammed the man into the car by his throat. "I'd suggest you keep your hands to yourself, John."

He struggled for breath under her iron grip. "Felicity, I understand how you are feeling-"

Felicity raised a brow and laughed humorlessly. "You're wrong." She scoffed. "I don't feel a thing." She walked away, knowing that, even without her emotions, she didn't want to relieve her true nature. She swung a leg over Oliver's bike, which he had left the keys in, and kicked it into action, before speeding back to her brownstone, leaving the vigilantes to deal with Slade and only one car.

Felicity didn't show up to work Monday. Or the next day. Or the one after that. Or the next one after that. By the end of the week, Oliver didn't expect Felicity to show up and she met his expectations. He did, however, receive an unnerving phone call toward the end of the day.

"Oliver Queen." He answered gruffly.

"Hello, Oliver. We met briefly last month. I'm Felicity's roommate." Oliver was instantly at attention. "Has she been to work this week?"

"We haven't seen her since the accident." Oliver leaned forward and hid his anxiety from a watching Diggle, who had sat at Felicity's desk that day.

"What accident?" Enzo's voice was low and dangerous, sending shivers down Oliver's spine.

"She didn't tell you?"

"She hasn't been home. We figured she was staying with her boyfriend."

"He died."

"Felicity killed him?" Enzo's voice was surprised.

"What? No!" Oliver reigned in his outrage. "What made you think that?"

"You don't know your assistant as well as you think you do." Enzo answered lightly. "Thanks for the information."

Oliver frowned. "Wait." When he didn't hear the other man hang up, he counted it as a sign to continue. "I'm going to go out to find her. If you see her, can you call me?"

"Sure, mate." And Enzo hung up.

"Digg!" Oliver got up and grabbed his jacket. "Felicity is missing. Again."

"What?"

"She hasn't been home. Her roommates didn't even know about the car wreck."

"How is that possible? Where is she?"

"Check the guy's apartment." Oliver ordered. "I'm going to have Sara start facial recognition."