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There's blood on her hands, in her hair, on her face, under her fingernails, and it won't go away. There's blood on the floor, staining it. They just had it polished last week.
There was blood on his face, in his mouth-
She closes her eyes and tries to stop thinking.
"It is," says the proprietor, and the following monologue about the motel's history looks to be just as dull and faded with age as the wallpaper.
Matt and Juliet go to their room, which is surprisingly clean for something so old and old-fashioned.
"This place is kind of creepy. In an understated way. I wish I'd brought my camera."
She takes out her own camera and hands it to him. "Never come unprepared."
He takes a few pictures of their room, and then his girlfriend in the room. He takes a few of Juliet before he pauses, looking at her.
"I've always wanted to watch the moment it happens, from the outside. From a distance. Do you think you could- you don't have to, I don't want to make you uncomfortable."
She bites her lip. "It wouldn't make me uncomfortable. I've only ever changed in the cell or in the Preserve before... But. I think I could do it here. And keep in control. Especially with you here."
Juliet nods and looks around.
"This should be enough space, I'm not that big."
She gathers up her bags and puts them into the attached bathroom and then undresses and puts them there too. She takes a deep breath, shuts the bathroom door and turns to him.
"Ready?"
She doesn't wait for an answer, the pull to change and shed her human form too enticing. It's been so long.
It's quick and the relief of the transformation is the best thing she's felt for months. It's nearly overwhelming. The sights and smells of the hotel room strange and unfamiliar. The scent of blood and disinfectant coating most of the room.
The urge to run and hunt is there, ever present. The room is too small. Just like the cell. She tries to focus on something else.
She can focus on the beating of his heart, faster than she remembers. He's terrified. He's exhilarated. He reaches one hand out to touch her.
She listens to his heart and tries to stay still. Nobody has ever touched her when she's like this before.
She moves closer to him and lies down near on top of him. Everything seems... good. She hasn't ever felt this relaxed. The sound of his voice and the beating of his heart calms her.
He smiles as he feels her muscles shift.
"You're as beautiful in this form as you are in the other. I wonder if your beauty would shine through no matter how you looked."
To the bed he goes. He doesn't stop touching her until he has to, and then only for a moment.
He takes off his shirt, and his pants, lying down in the bed. He scritches her behind the ear.
She sidles close to him on the bed and rests her head on his chest, closing her eyes.
The urge to bite him, make him like her- her pack, something she's never had before- is at the forefront of her mind... it would be so easy.
He kisses her on the forehead, and buries his face in the warmth of her fur.
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