This one isn't ready to die. He was a fighter and it was different to the people she had killed under the werewolf bite before she came here. They had given in and surrendered; but not Kurt, he wanted to live.

When Rose had required blood over the centuries, she never killed anyone, just took enough to survive for a period of time until her next feed. She had access to blood bags and the occasional animal here, so she didn't need to drink from a human. It was a good arrangement for Rose.

But his blood was fresh and warm, something that she hadn't had in a while and Rose savoured every last drop as she slowly drained the life from him. She knew that he would get weaker until he would just stop moving altogether.

His sudden movements draw Rose out of her feeding frenzy, appealing to the little humanity that she had left within her and she stops drinking from him, retracting her fangs and lets go, moving away from Kurt.

"Run," she gasps. "Before it's too late."