Willow groaned, holding the side of her head with one hand as her nose was tucked into Malia's neck. "I can smell the blood all the way here..."

She was trying to distract herself with Malia's scent. Beacon Hills High School was holding a blood drive to give to the hospital for people who were in need of a blood transfer. The blood was getting into Willow's head.

"You could just volunteer to help, then steal a couple of pints," Lydia suggested. "That way, you won't have to actually puncture humans."

Willow looked at Scott, her eyes blurry and distorted. "Can I?"

"Um - I mean, you aren't killing people, so... Yeah, I guess you could volunteer."

Willow nodded. "Yes, yes, I'm going, bye! Blood, blood, blood," she muttered to herself.

"Maybe, I'll donate some blood..." Malia trailed off.

"You're a werecoyote. I don't think fusing your blood with a human's blood is a good idea," Stiles said. "If you like Willow, just tell her she can drink from you."

"What?" Scott questioned. "You're telling Malia that she should be Willow's blood-bank?"

"There's no harm, right?" Stiles asked.

"She could drink Malia dry!"

"I'm stronger," Malia stated. "I'll talk to her tonight."

"Why are you seeing her later tonight?" Stiles asked, narrowing his eyes.

"She's tutoring me."

"You're trying to have sex with her," corrected Stiles.

"Why try when I already have?" asked Malia.

The pack all looked at each other. Scott cleared his throat, clapping Stiles on the back.

•

Willow successful signed up to help the nurses with collecting blood just so she could steal it for herself.

Willow knew she couldn't drink the blood right there and then, but she needed to push down her cravings somehow, so she would scarf down any form of junk food possible. She would steal the cookies on the tray that were supposed to be given to the people who donated their blood.

"Wow, the cookies are going out so quickly. Can you go get more from the kitchen?" one of the nurses, Erica, asked.

Willow nodded with a smile, walking into the kitchen. Her backpack was in the kitchen. She quickly opened her jacket pocket and stashed three blood bags into her backpack.

She grabbed a tray and filled it with cookies, creating a tall pyramid. She began walking back into the room but stopped when she heard something.

"Jane, I'm so hungry. Can I just take a sip?" Erica asked.

"No, this blood is for later. We still have to give some to the hospital, so they won't be suspicious," Jane answered.

Willow breathed in deeply and walked out of the kitchen with cookies on a tray. "Want me to put these by the exit?"

Erica smiled. "Yes, please. Thank you, Willow."

She smiled at Erica, placing the tray of cookies by the exit. After her shift was over, she rushed over to Scott to tell him that Erica and Jane were vampires.

"So what's the plan?" Scott asked as Willow, Malia, and he hid behind bushes.

"We fight," Willow answered. "Don't be a baby, Scott. They're taking blood from us!"

"They're still giving some to the hospital," he retorted.

"But imagine how many pints could actually go to the hospital if they weren't vampires. I'm only taking a few - like four - but they're probably taking half of it," said Willow.

"I could just tear them apart and then the fight would be over," Malia stated.

"We could just be civil and talk to them first," Scott suggested.

"Fine," Willow said. "But I think they heard us anyway."

Willow suddenly shot out of the bush, twigs and leaves in her hair. The two vampire nurses looked at her, smirking slightly.

"You can't stop us," Erica said. "We have thirty more stops all over the county. We've been doing this for years and nothing has ever stopped us - not even other supernatural creatures. We're much older than we look."

"And we're much stronger than we look," Malia said before she roared, flashing blue eyes at the nurses.

Willow hissed, fangs bared as she flashed in front of Erica and smacked her to the ground. Jane wrapped her arms around Willow's neck and slammed her head into the ground. Willow groaned as Erica got on top of her and dug her nails into Willow's body.

Malia ran forward and knocked Erica off of Willow. Malia punched Erica feverishly as Scott took care of Jane.

Scott could barely see Jane as she flashed around him, dodging his punches and kicks. Meanwhile, Malia was doing fine with punching Erica. Erica was getting beaten to a pulp, black blood covering her face as she dozed in and out of consciousness.

Jane stared worriedly at Erica. "Stop, stop. I - My sister - "

"Malia, stop," Scott ordered. "Malia!" Scott shouted.

Malia growled as she stopped punching Erica. She was passed out on the concrete, her white uniform not as recognizable as before.

"Get out of our town and never return," Scott growled. "Or we'll kill you. We won't hesitate to do so."

Jane clenched her jaw and hissed at him one last time before flashing over to Erica and helping her up. She dragged Erica into the truck and drove off.

"That was anticlimactic," Willow muttered. "I was expecting more of a fight."

"She nearly tore off your flesh," Malia said.

"Yeah, I was still expecting worse. You bit me when we first had sex," Willow pointed out.

Malia shrugged. "Force of habit."

"Biting people?"

"Not letting prey get away," Malia corrected.

Scott awkwardly stood there.