The employees of Firstmed Ambulance eventually stopped asking when Jessica Pasaye had arrived.

The question became: How long had she been there?

Nobody remembered interviewing her.

Nobody remembered hiring her.

Yet her name appeared on every schedule, every personnel file, and eventually, every decision made by management.

Jessica never raised her voice.

She didn't need to.

When she entered a room, conversations stopped.

When she looked at an employee, they immediately became aware of every mistake they'd made that week.

And when she smiled, people instinctively stepped backward.

The first employees she targeted were the careless ones.

The ones who ignored instructions.

The ones who couldn't remember basic procedures.

The ones who thought they could hide mistakes.

Jessica knew their weaknesses almost instantly.

She would stand silently behind them during a shift, watching.

“You forgot something,” she'd whisper.

The employee would turn around.

“What?”

Jessica would simply smile.

“Exactly.”

The next morning, their desk would be empty.

Soon, the employees realized Jessica wasn't merely feeding on blood.

She was feeding on fear.

The weaker an employee became, the stronger she seemed.

An exhausted dispatcher would hear Jessica's footsteps approaching and begin trembling.

A nervous EMT would suddenly forget what they were saying whenever she entered the room.

Even experienced paramedics began avoiding eye contact.

Jessica seemed especially interested in employees who lacked confidence.

She would isolate them, frighten them, and slowly make them dependent on her approval.

Before long, the company had divided into two groups:

Those who served Jessica willingly...

and those who were terrified of becoming her next target.

Then Jessica stopped hiding what she was.

One night, a veteran paramedic confronted her in her office.

“You're not human.”

Jessica stared at him.

For several seconds, there was complete silence.

Then she opened her mouth.

Her fangs descended.

Her eyes became black.

The temperature in the room seemed to drop twenty degrees.

“You've known for months,” she said.

The paramedic swallowed.

Jessica stepped closer.

“And yet you stayed.”

He tried to reach for his radio.

Jessica's hand shot forward and caught his wrist.

“You still don't understand.”

Her voice became almost impossibly calm.

“I don't terrorize this company.”

She leaned toward him.

“I run it.”

The next morning, the paramedic was gone.

No resignation.

No explanation.

Just an empty locker.

After that, nobody challenged Jessica again.

She became the unseen ruler of Firstmed Ambulance.

Schedules changed at her command.

Employees disappeared when she became dissatisfied.

Those who proved useful were rewarded.

Those who were weak were manipulated.

Those who were foolish were consumed first.

And Jessica became more powerful with every passing night.

Eventually, employees began whispering that Jessica wasn't simply a vampire.

She was something older.

Something that had discovered the perfect hunting ground: a company filled with exhausted people working through the night.

And Jessica had no intention of leaving.

Because she had finally found a place where the lights stayed on all night...

and where there was always someone afraid.

Every evening, just before the night shift began, Jessica would walk through the ambulance bay.

The crews would fall silent.

She would inspect them one by one.

Then she'd smile.

“Let's see who survives tonight.”