Don't Go Eating My Heart

Livin' On A Prayer

This chapter takes place between Season 5 Episode 14 and Season 5 Episode 19, specifically around (ish) Episode 17. I am not responsible for spoilers in the comments.

Images flashed through her mind, her closed eyelids entrapping them, forcing her to watch them over and over again. Forced to watch them die over and over again.

The woman late for her flight because she couldn't find her plane ticket- the police would later discover it, fallen underneath the motel bed, it's barcode now soaked in a pool of her blood.

The man who had simply been trying to get ice for his son's finger- the police found him half in the ice machine with cubes of ice so red they could have been made into a cherry slushy with no one the wiser.

His son, already in tears from accidentally slamming his finger in the door- the police paid little mind to this injury considering the force with which his throat had been ripped open was enough to rip out his trachea.

The maid who had been working overtime to help pay off her daughter's medical bills- she would succeed in doing so as her daughter received all $3000 of the worker's compensation that the motel never imagined they would have to pay.

A woman who had come out to see what all the ruckus was about, despite her husband telling her to just ignore it- the police would discover her door covered in blood as if marking the slaughter inside, her key card stuck in the slot of the open door in her vain attempt to escape the monster that killed her.

The husband was found slumped dead in front of the closed bathroom door, his guts in his lap- the police would soon discover that he had died protecting his daughter whom he had locked in the bathroom. She would be okay, orphaned and traumatized, but she lived to see another day.

The motel desk clerk- well actually he was smart enough to stay behind a locked door and was the one who called the police. So he was still alive.

The hooker leaving room 2 however, well her already skimpy clothes left nothing to the imagination by the time the monster was done with her. The police found hair underneath her long fingernails from her attempt to fend off the monster. When the analysis came back, it showed the hairs were from a wolf- this story would dominate the news for the next 2 weeks, with a large reward being offered if anyone killed the murderous wolf.

The eighth body, the first one she killed, was a local business man- police found him shredded, but the cause of death was a snapped neck. They would never know he was dead before he even walked in the room.

The police stood over his body, forensics milling about, crime scene numbers set up for the photographer to document the evidence. The head detective shook his head, a heavy sigh leaving his body.

"What does something like this?"

A voice sounded from behind him. "A monster."

The detective turned around and a Federal agent came into view. His short, slightly spikey, light brown hair and his striking green eyes came into focus.

"A monster that needs to be put down."

Marley woke up, a gasp ripping the air from her lungs. She scrambled to push the sheets off of herself, feeling as if they were trying to strangle her. By the time her feet stumbled onto the floor, the sheets had all but been stripped from the mattress, and Marley collapsed against the wall. All of her focus was on getting her breathing back down to normal as her back pressed into the wall giving her the solid support she so desperately needed.

The dream- well more accurately memory mixed with nightmare- happened every time she fell asleep. It was always relatively the same, the order of the bodies varied but she always had to watch every single one be ripped apart by the monster. She called it a monster, even though she knew deep down it was her. But in the memory the monster killing these people, it looked like her wolf form but not exactly. This wolf had fur that was black, with a little bit of red poking through, except on her paws and muzzle where the red was more prominent, almost as if the black hadn't spread there yet. The eyes of the monster were blue, but they were darker than her own and were close in resemblance to the blue one would see in a flame.