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It wouldn’t have been so bad if only a few blood bags had gone missing, but that hadn’t been the case.
There had been at least three other times this month that blood bags had gone missing, but no one had any leads as to who had taken them. It wasn’t noticeable at first, but by the third time theft happened, the hospital decided to put its foot down.
With all the shit going on in Beacon Hills lately, the hospital grew tired of all the unexplainable damage that kept occurring on its premise and decided to upgrade their security. Apparently, someone or something could have cared less about the upped security, and triggered one of the silent alarms.
Having lived through many supernatural scenarios in the last few years, Nurse McCall figured it was a wise idea to call her son and his pack when the hospital staff was notified about the possible breach in a certain section of the large building.
The area had been cleared off and the local police had arrived, but after many pain stricken minutes, nothing happened.
There were no gunshots to be heard. There was no shouting. Not even the shuffling of feet.
There was only silence. Complete silence.
Melissa had been able to sneak off to the security room while she waited for the pack’s arrival, and immediately started looking at all the monitors to see if any of the cameras had picked up anything.
At first, there was nothing. Then she caught sight of the police officers that had gone to check things out, they were lying on the floor, not moving. Melissa couldn’t tell from the monitor screen if they were alive or not.
Suddenly, what seemed to be a blur flashed across one of the screens. A couple more blurs followed right after. When the blurs stopped moving all of a sudden, the shapes of five hooded figures could be made out.
As if that wasn’t enough to know they weren’t human, their glowing eyes sure were.
“Damn it. Where are you, Scott?” Melissa whispered through gritted teeth.
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As soon as Scott got the call from his mom, he and the other wolves quickly made their way towards the hospital. They weren’t certain the situation was supernatural related, but it was best to assume they were nowadays.
Scott had thought he had smelled something strange earlier in the week, but had shrugged it off when he couldn’t find anything. It had been quite peaceful in Beacon Hills this past week, and as much as Scott wanted something to keep him busy, he would rather not jinx things.
Apparently, life had other plans.
The moment the pack stepped foot in the hospital, they were hit with the mixed scent of death, life, and medication.
It was the usual smell the hospital gave off, but somehow the scent seemed to have gotten more intense.
They tried to pinpoint where the scent seemed stronger, and made their way to the source. As soon as they got close, the first thing the wolves could hear were at least ten heartbeats. Half of them were so calm that the owners of the heartbeats must have been asleep. The rest were calm as well, but seemed more active. The pack prepared themselves to face the new monster or monsters of the week, when they saw was the bodies of the police officers.
Scott was worried they might have been killed by whatever was lurking around in the hospital wing, but gave a sigh of relief when he realized they had been the calmer heartbeats.
“Why hello, wolfie”, a woman’s voice chuckled nearby.
Scott and the others turned towards the direction of the voice and found a young woman with fiery red hair sitting on one of the transport beds in the hall, sucking on a lollipop with indifference to the scene before her.
“What are you doing in our town? Get out,” Scott growled. Eyes glowing red and claws already extended.
“Relax, it’s not like we killed any of these guards. I thought that would please you, young Alpha”, the woman said slyly, her eyes glowing a pinkish shade of red. Scott and the others would have thought she might have been another Alpha werewolf, except that didn’t really explain the need for blood or why she smelled like death and hospital instead of wolf. The most logical choice right now was vampire.
“We?!”
“My clan and I of course. Werewolves are not the only ones who travel in groups, silly.”
As if on cue, four hooded figures flashed to the woman’s side. One of them carrying a small duffle bag on his shoulder. Scott and the others could tell there were bags of blood in the duffle bag because of the smell.
They were definitely dealing with vampires.
“That blood doesn’t belong to you!” Scott growled, posed to attack.
The redhead simply gave a small chuckle. “Silly puppy, would you rather we drain a couple of townspeople to have our meal?”
Scott paused at that, he definitely preferred this over people having their blood sucked away. Before Scott could tell his betas not to attack yet, Malia and Liam shot out to strike at the redhead. Brett was the only one to stay by Scott’s side.
Their attack was blocked by two of the hooded vampires, each tackling one of the wolves. Malia turned her attacks against the one in a forest green hoodie as soon as she got back on her feet, while Liam took after the one in the dark blue hoodie.
The redhead sighed, looking at her clan members.
“Well, I was planning on laying low for a while and avoid confronting you, but alas, it couldn’t be avoided”, a grin formed on her face as she got off the transport bed. “Things are more fun this way though. I do enjoy a good fight now and then, so I hope we don’t defeat you too quickly.”
At that, Scott and Brett had no choice but to join the fight.
Throwing each other against walls and slashing them with claws, the vampires and werewolves were on par. Almost evenly matched, except the vampires had one extra member. Not that he was doing anything. Throughout the whole fight, the lean vampire in the grey hoodie did nothing but watch them while leaning against a wall.
The other vampires didn’t seem to care whether he joined or not, but once Malia managed to inflict a deep enough wound on her vampire that required him to take some time to heal, the red haired leader told Grey Hoodie to replace him.
“Come on Clyde!” she yelled when he remained leaning against the wall. “Help out, kid. It’s the least you can do after what we’ve done for you.”
The grey hooded vampire gave a sigh before using his vampire speed to attack Malia.
The vampires were gaining the upper hand as the fight waged on, it seemed as if they had been holding back since the beginning.
Just as the pack thought they were defeated, Deaton showed up in the hall out of the blue, and threw a yellow powder towards the fighting supernatural creatures. It do anything to the werewolves, but to the vampires, it had a burning effect.
They hissed as their skin sizzled, and lost their focus on attacking the pack.
Malia took that opportunity to tackle the Clyde vampire to the ground and pin him down. Said vampire was still wearing his hood up, so Malia couldn’t really see his facial features except for his mouth and chin. He had pale skin that would be normal for a vampire, by the looks of the others, but there was something familiar about this vampire. Something about the moles that lined his skin. Something about how he licked his lips nervously.
Before her mind could connect the dots as to why the vampire seemed so familiar, Malia was pushed off by Clyde and pinned against a wall. The pressure of the hands pinning her disappeared almost as soon as it came, when in a blur of movement, all the vampires that stood before the pack vanished.
“Well, it looks as if we have a vampire problem to deal with,” Deaton said with a small smile before turning to walk away, leaving the pack to heal themselves and collect their thoughts.
After the pack decided to hold a pack meeting later that day, they decided to split up and go home for a while.
As Malia walked out of the hospital, the only thing on her mind was why that Clyde vampire felt so familiar. She couldn’t shrug it out of her mind. Maybe she would ask Scott and the others about it during the meeting.