Tabitha came to her senses a few hours later, waking up on the floor of the lab. "Rick, that was...Rick?" she called, not hearing a reply of any form. Then she looked around the room, and saw the chaos and gore, and visions of what she'd done came flooding back to her.
"Oh...oh my GOD!" she cried, falling down to her knees, cradling her head in her hands. Her tears fell for quite some time, until finally she stopped, unable to cry anymore.
She knew she'd have to dispose of the body somehow. Once she did that, she could simply file a missing persons report, and no further questions would be asked. But what would she tell her son?
More importantly, what COULD she tell her son? He would realize Rick hadn't just left, he'd remember Rick being around. The only solution would be to make him an accomplice. Not that Brandon really liked Rick, but she needed to make sure he wouldn't tell. Tabitha glanced over at the container of the fluid that was still out. She could think of one surefire way to make him her accomplice.
But that was wrong, wasn't it? This was her son, and she was thinking of putting a strange chemical into his blood. She struggled with the idea, unable to be sure of what the correct answer to her dilemma was. The longer she stared at the beaker of the liquid on the counter, the greater her urge to inject herself became. She WANTED to do it again. She WANTED the beast inside herself to emerge again.
She wanted to kill again. Tab quickly ran up the stairs in her tattered skirt, not caring if Brandon saw her like this. She had to get away from the chemical. This wasn't like her, she wasn't a killer, and never would be. She wouldn't have been a killer if Rick had just injected himself instead of simply her. "No," she told herself,"None of this is my fault."
Tabitha ran to her bedroom, locking the door, relieved that she hadn't been spotted. She went into the bathroom attached to her room, and got the bottle of valium from the medicine cabinet. With shaking hands, she shook out three, dry-swallowing them. She wanted dreamless and heavy sleep. Tabitha fell asleep shortly thereafter, cradling her pillow, begging Rick to forgive her.
But dreamless sleep wasn't in the cards for Tabitha, instead her dreams were filled with eros and blood. She was the beast in the dreams, killing and rutting, rutting and killing. On rare occasion, she'd be human in the dreams that night, only to rut with some other stranger, and make them wolves as well.
Tabitha woke up bathed in sweat at ten in the morning, nipples erect, and an urge in her loins. The she thought of Rick, and the urge was replaced by guilt and the heartache of loss. Still, she knew she had to do something today, because sooner or later, the remnants of Rick were going to start to smell.