[For Rebekah] Who stalks the stalker?

By midnight, the incidents had slowed to an apparent stop. Sam's quest had slowed hours before when he and Molly finally agreed to go consult other resources. Whatever this was, no one had actually gotten hurt that he knew of, although he'd heard a disturbing rumor about Rebekah that had him kicking himself for not checking up on her sooner.

He'd rung her room, but got no answer. The Innkeeper politely informed him she was still registered as a guest. After turning down his fifth offer of towels for the day, he pulled on his jacket and went looking for her. Hopefully, the rumor wasn't true, and equally hopefully she'd managed to avoid biting anyone who wasn't going to take it well.

When he finally spotted her, she was so obviously stalking that he feared the worst. But instead of looking for someone to eat, she'd headed toward the stairs to her floor. "Hey," he called, just loudly enough that she'd hear him. "Rebekah?"