Rouge crouched next to her grandmother's tomb. Her head laid against the cold stone and her eyes were closed. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. She could feel it in her bones. She abandoned the wolf, because she told her to. She was protecting her from something. Rouge didn't know what, and it scared her. She was Princess of the vampires though. She shouldn't be scared.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath, she stood up and started back the way she came. She stayed silent as she walked. Not wanting to alert anyone. Rouge looked around the corner and her eyes widened at what she saw. Regan was being held down and attacked by three other werewolves. She glared and her features shifted. Her power rose in her body in rage.<br/><br/>"Get the fuck off of her!" Rouge screamed as she stepped out. She rose her hands and all the blood that had fallen earlier rose into the air. She swung her arm at them and the blood turned to needles. The blood blades flew through the air and at the wolves. They had probably never seen a vampire before. She was one of the few vampires who could manipulate blood. And it was gift she was born with. Rouge dug a sharpened nail into each of her wrists to allow more blood to escape into the air for her to manipulate.