Rose watched in amusement as the shtriga ran away, as if that would dose the fire she was now engulfed in. She looked back just in time to see the other shtriga attacking the angel, who put up a disappointing fight. Weren't angels supposed to be powerful? That was the impression that she'd gotten from Seth at least. She moved to do what she'd done to the other shtriga, but the demon got to it first, his swor going right through the old hag, and clicked her tongue in disapproval. Was she really an angel, or masquerading as one? The blonde was really beginning to wonder.<br/><br/>She helped her stand, more out of obligation than anything. She felt like she should, so she did.<br/><br/>Looking down at the dead shtriga, she walked over to it and kneeled beside it. This was the one that she'd bitten, she could see the little puncture wounds from her fangs. Apparently she had made it quite angry, not that she blamed it. She hadn't been too happy when she'd been fed on either. It made her wonder if maybe she should start killing her victims - it would guarantee something like this not happening again. But she wasn't sure that she would have the emotional strength.<br/><br/>She stood up and pushed her hair behind her shoulder, still quiet as the two men spoke.<br/><br/>"It's not from these ugly ass women, don't kid yourself" Rose said to the demon - what was his name again, Lincoln? She narrowed her eyes at him. "I've had this power since I was turned. I killed the one who made me with it" She crossed her arms, her hand already back to normal. She lowered her eyes to the forest floor. She wasn't proud of the fact, but she couldn't say she'd rather he was alive.<br/><br/>"I don't know why I have it, it's just part of me"<br/><br/>She listened to the married couple bicker back and forth as she started to walk further into the forest alone. "Let's just kill this bitch, alright? I'm over it" Rose called over her shoulder. The last thing that she wanted was for this creature to come back for her, but she wasn't waiting for those two to get their shit together. She stepped confidently, following the burn marks that the shtriga had left. "If it's going to feed, it's going to find a small clearing. This is where people bury their dirty secrets, and for some reason, they all find a small clearing to do it"<br/><br/>Rose made her way through the forest, not one for talking. She just wanted to get rid of the creature before it caused her more problems. "Shhhh" She said suddenly when she heard hushed voices off in the distance. Someone was pleading, it sounded like, for their life. The blonde took off soundlessly towards the voices, not wanting whoever it was to hear her. She slowed once she got close enough and snuck cautiously behind a tree, peaking out in time to see the shtriga feeding off of one of the two humans in the clearing. The other had it's leg broken; clearly a meal for later. He was slowly crawling away, but he wasn't going to be fast enough. Not nearly fast enough.<br/><br/>The hooded woman was nearly finished with her first meal, Rose could hear the heartbeat getting weaker. It was always painful to listen to, which was why she tried to choose those who'd done something wrong. Even still, it was hard to hear. She let out a soft growl, making the hag look up. God she was ugly. Rose had never felt more the opposite of anyone in her life, and that was saying something.<br/><br/>She dug her nails into the tree bark as the shtriga stood, noting the burns still present on the old woman's skin. It felt satisfying to see her work was not so easily undone.