Sam made it into the next vicinity that was miles away from the town his RV was. He drove around until he found a motel close enough to their intended destination. It wasn't as run down as the stereotypical motel. It looked rather descent enough.
"So how do we do this?" he asked before getting out of the car. "Do I get three separate rooms, one room for us to share, or guys bunk in one?" he asked.
"I think you should get two rooms." Brigitte suggested. "You and Drew share one and I'll be in the next room." she got out of the car and walked into the service part of the motel on her side of the car.
Sam and Drew exchanged a look of displeasure to each other. "When we get the room, zip it. Brigitte was the only thing that was keeping me from killing you today and yesterday. I have a new opinion about right now you so don't ruin it." Sam warned before getting out of the car.
"Okay I'll do my best your majesty." he said as soon as Sam was out of sight. He got out of the car and waited for Sam and Brigitte to purchase the rooms.
On the inside of the building, a middle-aged woman was serving Sam and Brigitte. She was heavyset with shoulder-length dark-brown hair. Her skin was pale and she had small and barely noticeable crow's feet on the side of her eyes; she wore a button down red plaid shirt with bluejeans and smoked a cigarette while chewing gum.
"Hi, my name's Heather. How May I help you?" she asked with a scratchy voice.
"We need two rooms." Brigitte said rapidly.
"For the two of you? You don't look like you can take up much space in one room. Let alone a single spot." she took a puff of her cigarette and carelessly blew it into the air. "What kind of room do you want? Achoo!" she sneezed immediately after she finished her inquisition.
Sam and Brigitte tried to ignore the fact that she wiped her snot with her index finger and wiped it on the side of her shirt. Sam spoke up, "We need one room with a single bed and a room with two beds."
"One room with a single bed and a room with two beds? Are you together? Because you said 'we' as is the both of you." she asked, referring to their tab.
"Yes." Brigitte answered, beginning to get annoyed of the woman's prying.
"Honey, you'd be better off getting one room with one bed. You both look like you need to get laid." she insinuated.
Sam and Brigitte didn't like the impression she was giving off. She chewed her gum loudly when she wasn't talking and talked loudly when she wasn't chewing. "If you don't mind we really need to pay for these rooms and be on with our day." Sam began to get impatient.
It was a good thing she wasn't looking at Sam and Brigitte too hard otherwise she would have seen the yellow that was showing up in his eyes. To Sam and Brigitte's dismay, she kept fiddling around with subject after subject.
"Alright, alright. So how many nights are you all staying?" she asked finally.
"Two. Today and tomorrow morning." Brigitte asked quickly.
Sam looked at her. "Why two?" he asked.
"Just in case." she replied. That lead her into asking Heather a question. Before she could ask, another woman, who was much younger than Heather, walked into the room. She proceeded with her inquisition. "By the way, we heard something about a blizzard heading this way. When does it begin?"
It was then the other woman of long brown hair, a soft face and thin figure; slightly thicker than Brigitte's, answered the question. "I saw it on the news cast. It's probably going to happen around the evening and get stronger tonight."
After she got done talking, she unequivocally took the cigarette from Heather and took a puff herself. Heather didn't mind though.
The young woman took a look at Sam and gained a quick interest in him. Heather picked them out two rooms. "Okay, if you just sign your initials and print your names everything will be set." she said pulling two sets of keys off of the wall on the right side of her.
"Are you two here separately?" the young woman asked. Specifically Sam.
"No. We're just in two different rooms." he said in a hurry. Wanting so badly to get out of there. Watching them smoke made him want to smoke. He had to quit because smoking raised testosterone levels to some degree; furthermore it intoxicated the oxygen in the blood stream and helped Lycanthropy to progress.
"So, you two aren't a couple or anything?" She asked Sam again.
Sam was beginning to think that was the year for everyone to get on his nerves. He didn't want to discuss his private life with them. Even if he was going out with Brigitte, though he would really like to, it was none of their business.
Sam chose to ignore the question. He signed his name where he needed to sign it and gave the pen to Brigitte. Heather handed over the keys and took the clipboard from them. "So, Sam McDonald and Brigitte Fitzgerald." she read out loud.
Sam and Brigitte really wanted to give that woman a piece of their minds for her impudence and nonprofessional demeanor. If they did, they would have to find somewhere else to stay and they refused to go any farther than that.
The time Heather mentioned their names, the younger woman gasped then spoke loudly, "Oh my gosh, my name is Bridget too! But my name is spelled B-R-I-D-G-E-T."
That didn't make Brigitte any happier. "Well that's good to know." she said sarcastically. She got her key and headed for the door as quick as possible. Sam followed in the same pace.
They met Drew waiting by the car. "What took so long?" he asked through his chattering teeth.
Brigitte answered his question as she brushed pass him to get to her room. "Chatterboxes."
Sam stood next to Drew, watching Brigitte go to her room. "Why don't you make a move already?" Drew inquired. Sam turned to face him with quizzical brows."I know you like her. It's not hard to see you know." he smirked.
Sam dropped his eyebrows and his eyes. "Who asked you? When we get in our room I don't want to hear another word about it." he sauntered off. Drew fawned close behind with a subdued giggle.
Back in the office when Brigitte and Sam left out of the door, Heather began to speak again. "You know those two reminds me of someone. I can't put my finger on it right now but they remind me of someone."
"I don't know about you, but that guy, Sam, reminds me of someone to." she swayed like a lovesick puppy.
"You mean your ex-boyfriend before you dumped him for another guy you thought was going to be successful in the film business?"
"You are so nosy Heather! And maybe you're right. I don't know. Maybe I just have a thing for guys that look like that." she flirted.
"Did you not see the other girl that was with him?" Heather asked.
"Yes, so! You heard them. They're in two separate rooms. Meaning they are not together and he's single. And I don't have to worry about her. Brigitte. She's nowhere near a threat to me." she boasted. "She looks so dreadful. And to think that a guy like him could find interest in her. Don't make me laugh Heather. I see things all the time and I've never seen a relationship like that."
"I take it that you're about to make your move." Heather knew Bridget too well.
"So what if I do? Is that a crime? Still, I forgot to ask them if they wanted any condiments." she swayed her words as well as her hips in a coquette-like manner. She made her way from around the counter and through the door.
Heather shook her head at Bridget. "That girl just doesn't know when to quit. One day someone's gonna bite her in the ass. She'll stop." she said to herself, taking one last puff of her cigarette and putting it out in the ashtray.
Bridget came back in and ran to the front desk. "Which room was he in again?" she asked clumsily. Heather pointed to the room on the clipboard. "Thanks." she gratified her before running off again.
She arrived at door 14; Sam's door. And knocked loud enough so she could be heard. Drew was the one who answered it. He smiled a bright smile upon seeing her. "Well hello there gorgeous." he scanned her up and down lustfully.
"Ew. I wasn't looking for you." she snubbed.
"Then who are you looking for? Whoever you're looking for he must have left already because this room was empty when we got here." he chattered on.
"We?" she spotted the plural word.
"Yeah. Me and a friend. Well actually he's not really my friend. He's more of an acquaintance. He hates it when I talk so..."
"Frankly, I hate it when you talk too. Now I'm looking for someone named Sam McDonald. Is he here?" she asked, cutting him off earlier.
"Why? Did he do something wrong? Are the cops after us?" he panicked a bit.
"He didn't do anything. And why would the cops be after you?" she asked with perplexity.
"No reason. It's just that we're just getting here and a stranger is looking for us for no apparent reason."
"First of all, I'm not looking for you and him. I'm just looking for him. Now tell me if he's in here or not or you're getting booted out." she threatened.
"I know I may be immature at times. But lady you are acting like a snot nosed brat!" he argued back. "And yeah, he's here. I hope he grills into you the same way he does me! Only worst!" he got fed up with her attitude. She didn't care how he felt. She was there for one reason and he wasn't going to be an obstacle in her way.
"Hey Sam! You got a visitor!" he yelled, still sizzling over his talk with Bridget.
Sam was in the restroom looking into his eyes. They were turning more yellow. His canine teeth even grew a little. He was distracted from his self-check when Drew called out to him. He turned off the bathroom light and went to see what Drew was talking about.
"What is it Drew?" he asked annoyed.
"You have a snobby bitch at the door waiting for you." he said flopping on the bed nearest the window.
Sam went to the door and saw Bridget. "Hi." she said as sweet as she could be. Completely unfazed by the argument she was involved in a few moments ago.
"Is something wrong?" Sam exasperated.
"Nothing's wrong. I just forgot to ask if you wanted any condiments." she smile brightly. Sam raised a brow and expressed no amusement at her being there.
Drew butted in upon hearing the question. "Do you have any peppermints? Or maybe I'll have a cup of water so I can throw it on you and watch you melt away while you're screaming 'what a world, what a world." he dissed.
Bridget rolled her eyes and ignored him and kept her focus on Sam. "So do you need any?" she coquetted a little.
"No." Sam said simply and closed the door before she could ask him anything else.
Bridget didn't seem to get the message. She knocked on the door again. "Can you make yourself useful and get that." Sam ordered Drew before regressing to the bathroom. Drew reluctantly got off the bed and went to the door.
"Are you knocking to apologize?" Drew interrogated.
"Yeah. To apologize to the woman who gave birth to you." she dissed him back.
Drew was taken aback. "How dare you! You really hurt my feelings!" he spoke with a whiny pitch in his voice.
"I'm going to do more than hurt your feelings now move out of my way." she shoved him aside.
"What do you want with Sam anyway? He said he didn't want any stupid condiments." he fussed.
"He rejected the motel's condiments. So I'm here to offer my own condiments. So back off!"
"I don't mean to pry Mrs. I-don't-care-who-I-fuck, but Sam already has a love interest. And it's not you." he told her off.
"And who might that be?" She asked snidely.
"I know you must have seen his friend Brigitte. A girl with long black hair and full lips. He won't admit it, but he loves her. I know he loves her."
"Okay Mr. smarty pants, has he ever told you that he loves her?" she threw her hands on her hips and waited for an answer.
"No. But it doesn't mean that he doesn't. You can see it in his eyes. I've only been with them for two days but I know they like each other. Hell, they love each other but they won't say." he spoke quickly.
"That's not much of an answer. Do me a favor and stay in your own world. I have business to take care of."
At that moment, Sam walked out of the bathroom. "What's with all the fuss?"
"It's not my fault Sam. She just forced herself in here." Drew tattled.
Bridget looked at him with disgust. "Zip it tight-wad."
Sam didn't have time to listen to Drew and Bridget argue. "If you guys don't mind, I have something very important to do and somewhere very important to go. So can you do me the honor and wait until I'm gone to release your conscience on each other." he said on his way out the door.
"I think I have an idea of where he's going." Drew looked at Bridget.
"So, where do you think he's going?" She folded her arms.
"To Brigitte, duh. Maybe he's going to take my advice and make his move." he smiled.
Bridget left Drew where he was and walked out of the door. She looked around and saw Sam in front of the door Brigitte was staying.
Though she had only met Sam, she felt that instant attraction surge though her and she wanted to appease that crave for him. She knew she couldn't get what she wanted if he didn't pay her any mind. Then she began to rethink herself. 'Who was his type?'
She tried not to beat herself up over it because she had only met him that day. But the reason for her slight tantrum was because she was used to being the apple of every man's eye when they laid sight upon her. Sam was one of the first that didn't pay her any mind.
"If they so-call like each other, then how come they have separate rooms? I can't understand that." she thought out loud. She shook some sense back into her head. "Just stay focus. People can have a change of heart sometimes." She assured herself.
She didn't notice Drew had come out behind her. "So was I right? Or was I right?" he asked full of pride. She only scoffed at him. He laughed at her being wrong and her rejection from Sam. "Don't say I didn't tell you so." he gloated.
"You are so immature!" she shouted before stomping off. Her attitude made him smile brighter. He went back inside and Bridget went back to the office.
Brigitte heard Sam knocking and opened the door to let him into her room. "Do you need to talk to me?" she asked as he walked deeper into the room.
"Yeah." he breathed out. Brigitte listened to what he had to say. "There's something wrong with me. I know you knew that there was, but there's more to it than you think." he started off.
"More to it? Like what?" she caught a glimpse of Sam's eyes before he could speak. She walked swiftly up to him and pulled his face close to hers and stared deeply into his pure yellow eyes. "Are you sure that stuff you made was supposed to last a long time?" she asked with concern.
"I'm sure. As a matter of fact, I'm more than sure. It's just that there are other things at work that revolves around my way of being and apparent new nature." he spoke plainly.
"New nature? You mean like a wolf's nature?" she asked to be sure.
Sam nodded. Then he found himself in a predicament. He didn't know how to tell her that he was partly jealous of Drew. Especially because of her. His heart was racing quickly. He didn't know what he was thinking coming to her when he wasn't ready to reveal his feelings for her.
Suddenly, that same magnetic atmosphere happened about them again. They found themselves drawn to each other. They brought their faces closer together. Their noses touched one another and they inhaled the aroma from each other.
Unbeknownst to them, they were inhaling each others pheromones. The bridge of their noses touched and they put their arms around each other slowly. Nothing but lustful thoughts filled their minds. In the next instance, their lips connected.
The kiss was soft at first, then it deepened. They stayed that way for a few seconds before realizing what was going on. Once more, they snatched away from each other. They were mortified at their action.
The ineffability of the situation set and uncomfortable silence in motion. They struggled to get out their next words. The only other thing they could do was kiss each other again. This time, they were fully aware of what they were doing. Albeit at the same time, thought the other had no idea what was going on.
"Why did I just do that?" Sam asked softly, already knowing why he did it. His reason for asking was to save face.
"I was wondering the same thing." Brigitte replied for the same reason. To save face. Nevertheless, they had mutual feelings for each other. The only problem was that neither of them had ever been in a committed relationship and didn't know how to start one.
They were still in hugging each other when Brigitte asked again. "What were you going to tell me?" she asked with a relaxed face.
Sam didn't know how to answer that. Should he blatantly say that he was feeling jealous and his jealousy allowed his testosterone level to go sky high? How could he redeem himself of being envious? He had never really had envy for anyone in his life.
A girl like Brigitte was hard to find where they came from. When he finally found her, he wanted to have everything to do with her. Then her sister had to go and blurt her age. He felt terrible afterward. Even now, he was wrestling himself in the mind, reminding himself that she was no longer the high school girl he met in Bailey Downs.
Brigitte was still waiting on answer. He wouldn't speak. He refused to. She lifted her head from his chest and looked into his eyes again. Sam looked back at her. She looked even prettier when she didn't have on her hardcore mask.
He was seconds away from telling her how pretty she was that way. Since he wasn't the romantic type, he didn't know how to word it.
Brigitte broke the silence. "Are you thinking about something? Maybe about the Ferland's" she tried to piece together the solemn expression he was carrying.
"No. I was just...thinking about miscellaneous things." was all he could get out.
"You were telling me something. I want to hear it."
Sam began to speak words without thinking about them. "My testosterone levels are high, I think it may be because there's a full moon tonight." he averted from the absolute truth. Whenever it came to Brigitte and his feelings, he often lied. His first lie was when they were in his greenhouse and he told her he didn't think of her in a lascivious manner.
"A full moon?" Brigitte seemed shocked.
"Yeah, is something wrong?" Sam wanted to know what had gotten into her.
"The full moon gives the transformation strength right? Or better yet, wolves period." she asked breaking the hold she and Sam were intertwined in. Temporarily forgetting what had transpired a few seconds ago.
"What's your point?" he asked calmly.
"There's a blizzard coming. I thought it might slow the wolves down with them being aggressive and all. I didn't give any thought about the moon. I hope I'm wrong when I say this but, I think that there's some chance that they just might make their way through the storm." she panted bit.
"Damn it I didn't think about that either." he said quickly. He put his hand up to his chin.
"I don't know how far away the male is. I can't tell anymore. The scars have been heeling faster anyway because you and Drew are close to me. The same thing with you." she explained.
"Okay, so now we're stuck." Sam said frustrated. "We only have so much time. I hope we can do this without running out of it." he paced around the room.
"We can't go to the Ferland's and wait out the storm. We'll get caught in it and trap ourselves. That won't do any good if they do catch up to us." Brigitte said strategically.
"Yeah, I know. The only hopes we have is to wait for the storm to pass. Depending on how bad the storm is, we can estimate how much time we would have left." Sam added.
Outside, the winds got stronger and the snow began to fall. The wind beat upon the window and whistled loudly. The first part of the storm had begun.
"I hope." Brigitte said after hearing the strong winds.
"I have to get back to Drew to make sure he didn't do anything stupid yet." Sam said narcissistic. He pulled his jacket around himself tightly and stepped outside.
Brigitte locked the door once he left and sighed. For the first time in a very long time, she didn't sigh out of anger, sadness or frustration. It was a sigh of love and hope for Sam. The kissed was proof enough that he liked her back.
All she wanted now was to hear him confess before she jumped to conclusions. She had taken into accountability that Sam's Lycanthropy might have something to do with his attraction for her. She began to hope it was him and not the Lycanthropy.
Sam made it back to his room and found Drew watching television with his shoes and jacket thrown about the place. "Hey Sam. Did you take my advice and make a move?" Drew asked.
Sam blushed. "I do recall telling you not to bring that up again." he changed the subject.
"You've been avoiding this question the whole time here. Every time I ask you do you like Brigitte, you have never answered no. That means something Sam."
"I swear if you say something else, I'm gonna kill you. And it's not a joke. " he said dead serious.
"And I thought we were going to get along well this time." he said under his breath. "By the way Sam, who was the chick that came to the door earlier?"
"Don't know and don't care." he said nonchalant.
"You say you don't know but she seemed to be stuck on you for some reason. This is the first time you saw her right? You know, like in your life?" he asked multiple times.
"I said, I don't know and I don't give a shit. That should answer all of your questions so don't ask anymore." he said beginning to fume with him again.
Sam went into the bathroom. He shook his head to regain control over his behavior. He felt himself lashing out again for no reason. He ran his tongue across his teeth and found that his canine teeth grew some more. To add more to his anxiety, his nails were growing.
Ginger appeared in the bathroom with him. "I thought I told you to keep your grimy little fingers off of my sister." She started out rude.
"Do you believe in privacy?" he asked dull.
"Do you believe in leaving people's sisters alone?" she shot back.
Sam turned around to face her. "What do you want from me, huh? I spent four years of my life hunting for a cure and I can help your sister help herself. Tell me, who else within a thousand miles would give their life trying to find a way out of this shit hole!" he fused.
"I know you're trying to help Brigitte but that doesn't give you a free pass to get in between her legs! You know what, screw trying to help. You don't even know if you really like her. Isn't that right? You think you might like her because you both have the same kind of infection.
I'm not going to let you take advantage of my sister. Even if I have to tell her myself!" She threatened.
"What makes you think that I'm taking advantage of her?! As a matter of fact, why do you help me and then confront me like I'm some vagabond who's trying to kill Brigitte? Can you explain that to me? Can you please explain that to me?" he spoke rather fast.
"I already told you why. It's not for your sake."
"So you appreciate me helping your sister but you hate me so much, you won't thank me and you clearly think that I'm not good enough for her. Well there's something I was able to learn about you over the last day. You wouldn't give me the benefit of the doubt even if I was someone else.
You wouldn't even care if I was made from pure gold. Brigitte is your sister and you feel that she belongs to you. I'm not trying to take her from you if that's what you think. I hate your fucking guts but I've never once told Brigitte to hate you just because I do. And I have to tell you that I really do.
So do me a favor and fuck off so I can get myself together. You can tell Brigitte anything you want. I'm not going to fret so don't count on it."
Ginger stood there with a look of disappointment. Sam was smart and she had to give him that. She couldn't pull a fast one over him so easily. "So are you expecting a thank you?" she started. "You think I should make you the hero of the story and ride off into the sunset with my sister? It's not going to happen like that Sam!" she snapped.
"There is no sunset in this fairytale. For us, it's all about the full moon. And I don't expect anything from you but your shitty attitude." he snapped back.
Ginger didn't know what else to say. Sam was doing a good job with Brigitte and she knew it. Brigitte had been alone for a long time with no one to help care for her. Sam came along and gave her new hope, new dreams, comfort and most of everything else she left behind in Bailey Downs.
Ginger also had to admit that she hadn't seen Brigitte's face of placidity in a long time. A few days ago, it seemed as if Ginger and Brigitte's bond was drifting apart. Sam actually helped that because Ginger spent more time lashing out at him that she didn't have the time to lash out at Brigitte.
Sam looked at Ginger with intensity. Ginger was speechless. Anything else she could say to downgrade Sam would be a lie. You couldn't lie around Sam because he'd figure it out sooner than the average person.
"Okay fine. Feel what you want to feel. I just want to be clear with you." was all Ginger could think to say before fading away again.
Sam took in a deep breath and let it out. He was finally to himself. That was before Drew knocked. "WHAT!" Sam yelled, tired of being annoyed by everyone in the world.
His exclamatory response caught Drew by surprise. "Don't mean to bother you, but I was going to ask who you were talking to? It sounded like you were talking to someone."
Sam opened the bathroom door and looked at Drew directly. "I thought I asked you not to bother me anymore. Why can't you leave me alone for a few seconds? Huh? I ask you to do one thing and you can't even do that." Sam fumed in a casual tone.
"Sorry. I just wanted to know who you were talking to." Drew said offended.
"Even if I was talking to someone, it's none of your fucking business. I don't get into yours, so stay the hell out of mine." he said in the same way. Sam came to understand that his mind wasn't where it needed to be. "I need to get a breath of fresh air." he calmed down some.
"It's cold out there. I don't know for sure, but I think the blizzard is starting."
"What time is it?" Sam asked.
"It's almost 6 o' clock."
Sam didn't reimburse Drew's answer. He walked outside anyway. Snow was still falling down. The winds picked up a little more strength. Sam closed his eyes and sniffed in the cool air. "The full moon." he whispered to himself. "Maybe it does have something to do with me acting this way after all. This transformation is threatening to come out and the moon is going to be a great help tonight." said to himself bit louder.
He looked over to Brigitte's door. He thought, should he tell her how he feels about her in case he does lose his battle with his Lycanthropy. Or should he try to hold on little longer and find the right time to tell her. It was hard trying to find a conclusion. "Whatever happens, I'll be ready." he whispered to himself again.
Now I added in another Character named Bridget because Canada is so big and someone is bound to have the same name or the same-sounding name. I know I've ran into a lot of people who shares my name and I know a lot of people with the same name. So I thought I would put a little reality in here by having a character coincidentally having the same-sounding name.