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(A/N: Sorry this took a little longer, but it is longer than other chapters. By the way, I forgot to mention something. In the last chapter Brigitte was having a nightmare about Ginger and herself in the 18th century. That was supposed to be 'Ginger Snaps: The Beginning', I made it so it was a dream. And now I've got nothing more to say, so enjoy the story.)
Chapter 8: Motel Massacre
"We can't stay here for more than two more days." Said Sam.
"Why?" asked Ghost. "You were so insistent on staying here, now you want to leave?"
Sam cut his eyes at her. "I was insistent on staying here because I was about to fall asleep at the wheel. And we can't stay here for too long because Jason will come soon." He sighed. "The monkshood will ease his aggression and slow his recovery, but it will only last for a few hours. He'll heal up and be on our asses before we know it."
"So we just keep running?"
It was Brigitte that answered. "No, but we can't fight him with so many people around. We have to get to a more secluded place."
Ghost looked confused. "So what was wrong with my grandmother's house?"
"Not enough weapons." Sam replied. "And still too close to other people."
"As if mortals matter." Ghost muttered.
Brigitte snarled. "Of course they matter! When will you get that through your skull?" Ghost coward back and Brigitte, realizing that she was losing herself again, took a deep calming breath. "But where do we go from here? Her grandmother's house was better than this place."
Sam knew this would be coming up. "I have a place in mind. It's still several miles from here. It's a small cabin in an isolated area. Hardly anyone know about it, and there's hardly any people around."
Brigitte had a suspicion about what Sam was saying. "And what is this cabin."
Sam shifted uncomfortably. He didn't know why it was such a big deal, she already knew he was a drug dealer. "I'm growing a bunch of weed up there. It's my secret stash."
Brigitte nodded. "I figured as much."
"It's predestined." Said Ghost, and the other two gave her a confused look. "His cabin is a sanctuary for those of the dark like us. We are meant to go there and-"
"That's enough." Said Sam, realizing that it was just another one of her psychotic fantasies. "We've got food, weapons, clothes, tomorrow we'll get gas and head up there. No stalling, no detours. We don't want Jason to catch up with us, or for him to be around anyone else."
Ghost mumbled something, but remained silent. Instead she reached into a bag and pulled out one of the guns and cases of bullets Sam had purchased when they went out earlier. "You should have gotten silver bullets."
Sam turned to her. "Put that down!" he snatched the gun out of her hand. "When Jason attacks, you are going to find a safe place to hide and wait until we tell you to come out."
Showing some aggression, Ghost through case of bullets against the wall, sending them flying everywhere. "I can fight too! I'm the Dark Queen! My power is greater than any other's. If I wanted to, I could suck the life out of all of humanity in an instant."
Sam took several deep breaths. If Ghost wouldn't listen to logic, maybe he could get through to her by playing her game. "I thought your powers hadn't fully developed yet."
Ghost frowned. "That's... true... They have yet to emerge."
Sam nodded. "Until then, you must rely on us, your trusted servants to protect you."
Ghost looked at her feet, seeming to consider what he was saying. Finally she looked up. "What you say is true. Very well, I shall wait."
She began gathering up the scattered bullets, placing them on the table. Brigitte gave Sam a surprised look. "Impressive, you shut her up."
Sam shrugged. "Just figured I'd play her game. Can't convince her otherwise, so just go with it."
Ghost heard what they were saying and shook her head. They still didn't believe what was happening. They would in time. She was still in control. They would see in time that she was right. And even without her dark powers she could still fight.
She picked up the last bullet, but instead of placing it on the table, she put it in her pocket.
Both Brigitte and Sam were sleeping. Ghost was the only one awake. She was taking her own precautions against the foe they would face. She had pricked her finger and drawn symbols on the windows and door with her blood to keep intruders out. Not even Jason would be able to get to them with these spells up.
Taking the bullet out of her pocket, she set to work. She had told Sam that she would let them protect her, and she would, but she was still going to have a way to protect herself. She had seen this done on a movie. 'Phantasm' it was called. It was a neat little trick. All it required was a hammer, some tape, and a single bullet.
She took the bullet and taped it to the head of the hammer. She lifted it up and smiled. If she brought this down on Jason's head, it would blow his brains out. At least that's how it worked in the movie, even though the main character had used this trick to blow a hole in a door.
A snarl made her look up. Brigitte was moving around in her sleep. Ghost wondered if she was having a nightmare. No, her movements weren't those of pain. That's when she noticed that the wolfgirl's skin seemed to be crawling, her limbs seeming to inflate then deflate.
Ghost's eye lit up. Brigitte was changing again, this time in her sleep. Good, that meant that she wouldn't be able to get to that stupid cure.
Smiling, she got up and went to Brigitte's side. "You're changing." She whispered in her ear. "I should have known that it would be in the darkness of night that you would lose your humanity. When you wake up, the weakness of your human side will be gone forever, and you shall be perfect."
With a howl of pain, Brigitte sat up straight, suddenly wide-awake. A tortured hiss escaped her lips as her claws, having grown back, dug into the mattress.
"Monkshood." She moaned. "Need the monkshood."
She crawled off the bed, reaching for the briefcase containing the cure. Ghost beat her to it, snatching the briefcase away.
Brigitte's yellow eyes flashed violently. "Give it here."
Ghost shook her head. "No, you have to stop tampering with fate."
Brigitte growled. Another painful spasm went through her body and she doubled over, snarling. "Give me the fucking thing before I tear your throat open."
Ghost glared at her defiantly. "You can't harm your mistress."
As more pain flashed through her body, Brigitte growled and pounced on Ghost, much to the young blonde's shock as she was tackled to the ground. Brigitte held her down, baring her teeth at the girl. She snarled, more than ready to tear the girl's throat out. And she just might have too if another wave of pain hadn't flowed through her.
It was enough of a distraction to snap her out of her bloodlust. With a growl, she pulled the briefcase out of the girl's hands and opened it. Ghost frowned as she watched Brigitte inject herself with that cursed cure.
"When are you going to stop with that?" she asked.
Brigitte gave her a look of disbelief. "You stupid? I'm not going to stop. I don't want to become a monster." Ghost opened her mouth to speak. "And if you say it's my destiny again, I'm going to fucking kill you."
Ghost closed her mouth.
Placing the empty syringe on the table, Brigitte noticed that her claws had grown back. "Son of a bitch."
She sighed and collapsed on the bed. These transformations were not only painful, but exhausting. She doubted that she would be able to fall asleep again though, not after that painful experience.
"What are you still doing up anyway?"
Ghost hid the hammer behind her back. "I was protecting us from Jason. I used my dark magic to shield us."
Brigitte looked confused. "You used your dark magic to..." The she noticed the marking Ghost had drawn with her blood. "Oh you have got to be kidding me. What is this shit? Is that a Yin-Yang and a Nazi symbol? The Blair Witch sign too?"
Ghost held up her chin proudly. "I have many dark powers."
"You have many problems." Brigitte muttered.
She glanced over at Sam. He was snoring lightly on the couch. The poor guy was exhausted. He was breaking his back taking care of the three of them, trying to protect them from Jason, dealing with Ghost's insanity, and her werewolf problem, not to mention is own.
Closing her eyes, she tried to get back to sleep. She liked the few peaceful moments that came just before she fell asleep. It was a feeling of such relaxation. All her problems seemed to leave her and she was left in a state of complete serenity. It was the only time she ever got any real peace since she became infected.
"Yet you're afraid of sleep." said Ginger. "Because you know that no matter how much you run when you're awake, you can't outrun your nightmares."
Brigitte didn't even bother to look at the illusion of her sister. "It doesn't matter. Reality is always much worse than any nightmare I could have."
Ghost looked over at Brigitte. "What?"
"Nothing." Brigitte muttered. "Just talking to myself."
Ginger sat on the bed. "It would be a lot better if you just give in. It feels so good."
"Fuck you."
"What?"
"Nothing, Ghost."
Ginger snickered. "You're reaching an insanity level close to her."
"Am not!" Brigitte snapped, feeling insulted. Ghost looked at her. "Not talking to you, Ghost. Just ignore me." She turned back to her sister. "Just because I hallucinate you doesn't make me psychotic. Now leave me alone, I'm trying to get some sleep."
Ginger shrugged and walked over to the window. "Well you're sleep is going to get cut short."
"Why?"
Ginger rolled her eyes. "You already know why, which is why I know. You just have to figure it out."
Grumbling, Brigitte wracked her tired brain to try and figure out what Ginger told her she already knew. It didn't take long to figure out and her eyes snapped open.
"No way!" she cried. "It's too soon."
Ginger snickered. "Tell him that."
"Fuck!" She jumped off the bed, rushing passed a confused Ghost, and shook Sam awake. "Sam, get up! Come on we're in trouble!"
Sam sleepily opened his eyes. "What's up?"
A howl echoed through the night.
"That." Brigitte replied.
Sam suddenly wasn't so sleepy anymore. "Can't be. It's too soon. He couldn't have recovered enough from the monkshood to heal and track us down in such a short time."
Brigitte echoed her sister's words. "Tell him that."
Sam got up and ran over to their purchases. "You and Ghost stay here."
"Where the hell you going?"
Sam brought out the gun, checking to see that it was loaded. "I'm going after him."
Brigitte's eyes widened. "Well then I'm going too."
"No, I'm going alone."
"The hell you are!"
Sam tossed her the gun he had taken off the cop. "Our scent is all over this room. He might come here, so you'll have to protect Ghost."
Ghost glared at him. "The Dark Queen can take care of herself."
They ignored her. "Just stay here with us." Said Brigitte.
Sam shook his head. "Can't." he insisted. "Jason might attack someone else while looking for us. Enough people were hurt already. Damn it, this is why I didn't want to stay in the same place too long."
Brigitte wanted to argue further, but Sam had too good of an excuse. She couldn't argue with him wanting to protect others. She'd do it herself, but she was afraid she might be driven to bloodlust.
"Just be careful." She told him.
Sam gave her a smile. "I'll put a bullet between his eyes. That'll put him down for good."
"Unless the darkness raising him as it did you." said Ghost.
Sam rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I'll take a precaution against that." He gave the door with Ghost's strange design on it a curious look. "If you have to run, don't wait for me. Lock the door behind me."
And then he was gone. Brigitte turned the safety off on the gun and sat on the bed again.
"He'll be alright." Ghost assured her. "Your mate is very strong."
Brigitte blushed beet red. "HE IS NOT MY MATE!"
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The motel manager yawned as he finished up with the paperwork. He glanced at the clock. It was past midnight. He needed to get the hell out of here. And not just this messy office, but this town entirely. He really hated living in the piss poor town. He needed to get out of here, get a better job, start a better life. He was sick of renting out rooms to horny teenagers and their sex partners.
No doubt that was the case with that one boy who recently checked in. He hadn't seen the kid's girlfriend, her face had been covered up. And he wondered who the little blond girl with them was. Whoever she was, she needed to sue whoever cut her hair. Whatever, it didn't matter to him.
The sound of scratching at the door snapped him out of his thoughts. "Management closes after 12." He told whoever it was.
More scratching. The manager groaned. He hated people that bothered him this late. He referred to them as Late-Night-Ass-Holes.
Whoever was scratching suddenly slammed into the door, rather hard too. What the hell? Were they trying to break down the door?
Then he heard growling. Was it growling? Yes, definitely growling. Did they have a dog with them?
"No pets are allowed." He told them.
They slammed into the door again. The manger let out a growl of his own. If this person was going to be a dick, then he didn't have to check them in.
Getting up, he walked over to the door. "If you want a room, you're going to have to follow the rules. The first is no pets allowed. The second is management is closed after-"
He opened the door to find... no one. Whoever was there was gone. Wow, they were fast. He would have been surprised if he hadn't been so irritated.
"Damn kids." He growled, slamming the door.
He was halfway back to his desk when something large came bursting through the window. He turned around, thinking that it had been a rock that had broken his window.
"What the fuc-"
His angry retort died on his lips. There in the room was a large... he wasn't sure. A wolf maybe. It looked like a wolf with perhaps some bear-like features.
The wolf growled, baring its fangs. The manager felt his bladder release, a large wet spot appearing on his crotch. He took a step back and the wolf growled, getting ready to pounce.
"Holy shit!"
The manager turned to make a run for it. But there was nowhere for him to go. There was only one door in and out, the one behind the beast. Not that it mattered. Before he took more than four steps the wolf had pounced, its fangs tearing into his neck.
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Sam knew Jason was nearby somewhere. He could sense him. His senses were the only thing he wished were a little further along in the transformation. At least that way he'd be able to get a better reading on where Jason was.
He sniffed the air, trying to sniff out Jason's location. But another scent reached his nose. Blood. Freshly spilled blood too.
"Shit." He grumbled.
He moved towards the smell, afraid of what he might find. He felt his stomach drop when he saw the broken window of the manager lounge. That was wear the smell was coming from alright. He didn't know what would be the worse case scenario, finding a body, or finding a newly infected person. The last thing they needed was another werewolf.
Carefully reaching for the door, he eased it open. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open in horror and disgust. "Oh my God."
Blood covered the walls and floor, and there were even some splatters on the ceiling. Entrails lay in random places as a result of Jason having torn the poor soul apart. It was safe to assume that whoever they were was dead.
He eyed the desk that had been turned on its side. Could Jason be lurking behind there, waiting for him to come in? Werewolves were smarter than normal animals.
Holding out the gun, he tiptoed into the room, not even trying to avoid the pools of blood, as it was impossible to not step in them. He peaked behind the desk and gagged. Jason wasn't back there, but what was left of his latest prey was. It was impossible to make out who they were in the bloody gory mess, but this being the manager's lounge, he had a feeling he knew who it was.
There was movement behind him. Too freaked out to think, he turned around and fired. The bullet hit the doorframe, sending a shower of splinters flying. But it was a good thing he missed, because it wasn't Jason as he thought it was. It was another man, one Sam had never seen before, but he guessed it was probably someone else staying in the motel that heard Jason's attack and came to investigate.
"Shit!" Sam cried, pointing the gun away and holding up his hands. "I'm sorry. I thought you were... whoever did this."
The man's eyes were wide with shock and fear as he scanned the bloody room. "What... the fuck?"
There was no way in hell Sam was going to be able to explain this. "I... heard some commotion... and found... this."
The man looked like he was about to say something, but never got a chance. Jason claimed his second victim that night, suddenly pouncing on the man. Sam jumped back as Jason dragged his newest screaming victim away, leaving a trail of blood behind.
Praying that everyone else would stay in their rooms, Sam rushed outside. Jason left a very noticeable trail behind. Sam knew that it was already too late to save the person Jason had recently sank his teeth into, but he followed the bloody trail anyway.
Jason had dragged the unfortunate soul around the side of the motel and was currently tearing him apart. When Sam poked his head around, he got a perfect view of Jason making a bloody mess, bathed in gore up to his shoulders. His victim was dead, torn to pieces, and Jason was taking delight in mutilated the corpse.
Gulping, Sam got as close as he dared, aim for Jason's head. He fired, blowing off the very ear Jason had recently regrown. The werewolf roared. Turning around, recognition registered in the beast's eyes for a brief moment before they glazed over in anger and bloodlust.
"SHIT!" Sam shouted.
Jason pounced. The gun in Sam's hands went off, catching Jason in the shoulder. The werewolf ignored the pain, landing on top of Sam. He could feel the werewolf's hot breath on his neck; it smelled of blood and death. A trail of bloody drool dripped from the beast's mouth, landing on Sam's exposed neck, which Jason was getting ready to rip open.
"Fuck you!" he shouted.
He fired several times into Jason's stomach. The werewolf howled and took several steps back. Sam scurried back and fired again. Jason roared and retreated some more, but the bullets were so small that they did little damage on his massive body.
Sam got to his feet and pulled the trigger again. Click. Out of ammo. Perfect. Defenseless against a werewolf.
Jason shook himself like a wet dog and took a step towards Sam.
"Fuck you!" he shouted again, throwing the gun. It struck Jason on the forehead, momentarily dazing him.
Sam made a run for it. Jason snarled and gave chase. Sam headed for the parking lot. He reached the closest car and dropped to the ground, rolling beneath it. Jason slammed into the car with such force that it shifted several feet.
Sam moved as far away from Jason as he could while remaining beneath the car. Jason stuck his head beneath the car, unable to get his large body beneath any further. That didn't stop him from trying. The car even lifted off the ground for a brief moment as he thrashed around aggressively, jaws snapping.
"Get the hell away from me!" Sam shouted at it.
Instead Jason moved closer, getting further under the car, supporting the vehicle on his shoulders.
Sam slid further back. "Damn you."
"Sam!"
He turned towards the one calling his name. What the hell was Brigitte doing outside? Did she have a death wish?
"Get back inside!" he shouted.
"Screw that!"
She fired her own gun, emptying the trigger into Jason's side. The werewolf yelped and his legs gave out. The car came crashing down on his upper face, trapping him.
Sam didn't waste the opportunity. He scrambled out from under the car and ran towards Brigitte. "Get inside now!"
He grabbed her hand, pulling her along as they headed to their room. In the meantime, Jason forced himself up, completely knocking the car over on its side. He shook himself off before howling loudly and going after them, limping as he ran.
Ghost was waiting for them, sticking her head out the door. She saw Sam and Brigitte running towards her with Jason hot on their heels.
"Hurry, over here!" she cried, waving them over.
"Get away from the damn door!" Sam shouted.
Ghost did as he asked and went inside, leaving the door open for them. The two teens rushed inside, kicking the door shut behind them.
"Don't worry," said Ghost, "my spells will keep him out."
Sam glared at Ghost. "Will you shut up with your damn-"
BANG! Jason slammed into the door, bursting a hole in it. He began clawing and chewing at the hole, trying to get through, and doing a very good job at it.
"Any ideas?" Brigitte asked as Jason fit his entire head through the door.
"Working on it." Sam replied, looking around for something he could use as a weapon.
Ghost stepped forward. "I'll take care of this." She walked towards Jason, holding out her hand. "Back! Back, I say! The Dark Queen commands you!"
Jason just got further into the room, getting one of his front legs inside.
Ghost got close enough that she could touch him. "Get back!"
Sam rushed forward. "Are you fucking stupid?"
He grabbed her and pulled her away from Jason. The werewolf lunged forward as far as he could, clamping his jaws on Sam's leg. Sam pushed Ghost away as Jason pulled on his leg, trying to pull him outside.
"Sam!" Brigitte cried.
She grabbed his arms and began pulling, playing tug-o-war with Jason, with Sam as the rope. Jason growled and shook his head aggressively.
Sam kicked the werewolf in the head with his other foot. "Get! The! Fuck! Off! Me!" he shouted, kicking the beast with each word, but Jason refused to let go.
Ghost hurried over to them, holding up the hammer she had taped the bullet on. "Return to the darkness!"
She brought the hammer down as hard as she could. She was aiming for his head, but due to his thrashing around, she hit his neck by his shoulder. It had the same affect she had seen in the movie. The bullet made a small explosion, blasting a tangerine sized wound on the werewolf.
Jason howled, releasing Sam, spitting up a mouthful of his own blood. Squealing like a wound puppy, he retreated back outside and hurried off.
Brigitte and Sam fell to the ground. Ghost, covered in speckles of Jason's blood, stood triumphantly, a smile on her face. "The Dark Queen has shown her strength."
"Fuck your strength!" Sam shouted, nursing his bleeding leg. "Damn it, I think he pulled the bone out of the socket!"
Ghost held her hand over his leg. "I shall heal you."
With a snarl, Sam smacked her hand away. "Quit your bullshit. We have no time for this." He reached for Brigitte. "Help me up, we have to get out of here. I'm willing to bet he's still alive."
"He is." Brigitte replied, helping Sam up. "I can hear him whimpering. Somewhere."
"Then lets get the hell out of here before he recovers enough to come after us again."
Brigitte looked at the hole in the door. "How fast can he recover?"
Sam winced as he tried to stand on both legs. "After his last unexpected quick recovery, I wouldn't put it past him to be after us in less than an hour. As far as I'm concerned, if he's still alive, he's still dangerous."
Brigitte didn't argue. She had no idea just exactly how quickly a fully transformed werewolf recovered, but Sam was right, there was no sense in taking chances. They had to run. Just keep running.
(A/N: Finally Ghost is a little helpful. But her insanity is going to lead to big trouble. You'll see what I mean in later chapters. But the only way those chapters will be posted is if I get some reviews.)
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