Theresa crouched down on the rooftop, looking down in the alleyway. Strange. There were a couple of women talking to each other down there. And one of them seemed badly dressed for the area. She watched as one of the women examined the blood she had left behind. Vampires, most likely. That would explain why the woman was interested in the blood. Stepping back, she went over to the vent, prying the cover off carefully before climbing in, hanging inside by her fingertips as she felt for the bottom of the vent. Nothing.<br/><br/>Holding her breath, Theresa dropped down. Luck was not with her, it seemed, as she landed on a flat surface fifteen feet down. Biting her lip to muffle a cry of pain, she checked her leg to see if it was broken, after hearing a crack. It was, and she felt wetness on her leg as well. Great. Might as well give the vampires a more clear trail to follow. Why not put a neon arrow sign outside the vent, pointing in?<br/><br/>Climbing out of the vent in a crawl, Theresa found herself in a large study, long since abandoned. Crawling to the desk, she tugged on it. Locked. Her eyes narrowed as she tugged harder, the lock breaking under her strength. Theresa gasped as it opened. "How...how did I do that?" she wondered aloud. Still, no time to think about it now. Looking inside, she found a letter opener. Grabbing it, she hid it inside her bodysuit. It wasn't great protection, but it would buy her some time.