It's been ridiculously long since I've posted. You can hate me forever. I will try my best to be consistent, but my life got swamped big time, and I want to cry in a hole. I'm very very very very x348965874409685 sorry. I'm not able to get back to your comments just yet, but I think you guys are the coolest people ever for continuing on with me (if you have continued, and if you haven't, I get it, dude, I do). Thank you thank you thank you for all of your support and sticking through with this story. There is still a lot more to go. I want to get to the point where I could give you two chapters a week for a month, and I'm not even halfway there because I suck and so does life right now! AAAAAHHH. Thanks again guys, and don't stop rocking.

29

"Missing heart?" Zach said reading the police file in Bobby's kitchen. "This is an obvious one."

"Sweet," Dave said sounding a little too excited. Not very suitable for what was going down. "We haven't killed a werewolf since the two of us were hunting with Dad."

"I have a bad feeling about this." I confessed. "I think we should try working on another hunt."

"Are you kidding?" Dave asked. "This thing has been killing for years. Trust me, this hunt is most likely going to save the most people than any of the other hunts we have lined up."

"He's right," Bobby said, setting down four whiskey glasses and an unopened bottle of it.

"I really don't think it's a good idea, you guys." I warned them. "I've seen this before, and if I have a feeling that it's going to end badly, I think we should follow it." I glanced at the fourth glass as the other three were full, and before Bobby could poor anything I reminded him, "I don't drink." I said quietly trying not to interrupt the important conversation.

Bobby just made a face and shrugged, putting the bottle and glass away.

"I know, but what are we going to do? Just let more people die?" Zach asked.

"Can't you get another hunter to fill in? I'm sure someone would want to jump at the opportunity of catching a werewolf."

"Yea." Dave said. "Me."

"Dave…"

"Look, you've been able to save us in the nick of time, you'll do it again, I know you will."

"You can't know that for sure." I said folding my arms.

"Hey, you're the one that's always asking me to put more faith in you." Dave pointed out. "I'm just doing what I'm told."

"Well I guess there's a first for everything."

"Very funny." Dave said. He took a seat and drank the whiskey. "I say we do this. With your help things are bound to be different."

"Yea," Zach said. "And as long as you're around how bad can things get?"

I wish I had an answer for him when he asked. That way we wouldn't have had to go through all of that mess.

Our first witness was the assistant of the victim that first caught our attention to the case in the first place, and, much to Dave's obvious discomfort, she was quite attractive. Her playful brown hair grew past her shoulders, and the dark strands allowed her round green eyes to contrast brightly against them.

I decided to remain invisible to her not wanting another witness to potentially question my hair.

"Nate was nice…" She described of her boss half-heartedly. "He just got a little too caught up in his drinking sometimes."

"Would you say he had a problem?" Zach asked.

"Not at all," Madison replied. "Just after a couple of scotches, he would start hitting on anything pretty that crossed his path."

"Yea I know the type." Zach muttered glancing at Dave and almost laughed at the fact that he was trying his hardest to not look like he was salivating all over her.

"So nothing that really got him any enemies?" Dave questioned.

Madison scowled.

"I thought it was an animal attack." She said.

"Absolutely, I just want to be sure that I cover everything." Dave responded. "Anyone that might have had some sort of issue of argument with him? You know, like a former employ, or…"

"Ask about any ex's," I suggested.

"Or an ex maybe?" Dave asked.

"Well… this is kind of embarrassing but I have kind of a crazy ex, Kurt, who kind of got the idea that me and Nate were dating. I mean he's been stalking me so you would think that he of all people would know who I was dating." Madison flushed a bright red, and took a seat. "He even punched Nate, and I was lucky to keep my job after that."

"Does Kurt have a last name?" Zach asked.

"Mueller." She replied shifting uneasily before burying her face in her palms. "He was watching me at the bar we were all at the night Nate died. The scary thing is we still live so close by each other."

"I think we have our wolf." I said hoping we caught a lucky break and this was going to be the end of it.

"Well thank you for all of your help." Zach said.

"You don't think he did it do you?" Madison asked wearily.

"Don't worry about a thing, we've got everything under control." Dave assured her.

"We'll contact you if we need anything else or if we feel you need to be updated." Zach told her.

"If I'm not available I can give you my neighbor Glen's number. He's really nice, and even dropped off a casserole earlier after everything happened." Madison said as she wrote her friends number on a post it note.

"That's thoughtful." Dave muttered taking the information.

"Thanks again."

Right away, we wanted to find Kurt before he could hurt anyone, and to make sure if he even was capable of hurting them like we theorized. Zach found an address in no time and by nightfall we were preparing to get inside his apartment.

I waited impatiently there once I quickly transported inside, remembering to stay invisible. Just by doing this, I realized that I had misused the power. I was not somewhere I was supposed to be. I wasn't where I had remembered watching something vital on TV.

I suddenly felt Madison was in danger. Just as the apartment door was about to break open I found myself in Madison's living room (still invisible), and spun around when I heard her gasp.

She was looking out a window, clearly startled by something there. I checked and saw a dark figure watching her as she quickly shut the window and blinds.

I blinked and found myself back with the brothers who were not happy about my small trip.

"Where'd you go?" Dave asked.

"We thought something had happened to you." Zach said.

"Kurt was watching Madison at her apartment." I said.

"That explains why no one is here." Dave pointed out. He sighed in resignation. "So what now—"

All of a sudden we heard a distant crash and the three of us got out of the small building to investigate. The sound of a howl echoed around us and we ran towards it as fast as we could, but not fast enough. We halted at the sound of a man screaming in pain, and I quickly found myself in front of a policeman as an animal was tearing at him.

Without thinking, I jumped on top of the animal, and rolled around with it. Everything was going so fast I could hardly keep up with the werewolf and before I knew it this fight was cut short, the shine in it's eyes being in the only thing I really got a look at before it ran off into the night. I dragged myself to the man laying a few feet away from me.

"Are you okay, Sir?" I asked now having made myself visible. What the hell was I talking about? Of course he wasn't okay. A werewolf just ripped his intestines out. "Just, hang on ok?" I said. Oh gosh there was so much freaking blood. What was I doing telling him to hang on? The poor guy just needed to let go of the pain. "It's okay." I said. "You can let go. Everything will be fine."

Great. Now I sounded like a crazy person.

There was just so much blood. Where was all of it coming from?

Then I was surprised to see him shake his head. Okay. So he didn't want to let go of the pain? I wasn't a paramedic. I couldn't heal people. God why couldn't I heal people? I had to do something to help him.

In some sort of Jacki O desperation, I tried taking some of the torn flesh and setting it back in its place, but it ended up just slipping through my fingers.

"N-no.." The man tried. "You-you have..your blood." He collapsed back.

My blood? What did he mean, my blood?

"Okay, get her out of here." Dave picked me up holding my wrists in front of me like an adult would be holding a child's wrists if they had gotten mud and paint all over their fingers and palms, and they were trying keep it from getting on any clothes.

Zach took hold of me me the same way and led me out of the area where the body had been.

Zach reminded me. "You shouldn't have gotten there without us."

"I-I- I don't know. I-I just" I let out a little gasp of breath "I just wanted to be there in time before he died."

"But why?" Zach wondered.

"I- I don't know." I shrugged. "I didn't want…" I took a deep breath, "I didn't want a monster to be the last thing he saw."

"But look what happened."

"I-I couldn't save him."

"What? No, Ella, that guy hardly had a chance." Zach consoled. "But you've been bitten. "

I looked down at my leg to see a line of teeth marks on the front and back of my thigh.

"Oh, I have." I said. So that's what the man meant about my blood. It explained why there was so much. "That kind of hurts now that I've noticed it."

"I'm going to take you back to the motel." Zach said before Dave stopped him.

"I already called the cops about this guy, and I'm pretty sure he called back up beforehand anyway." He explained. "I wanna take Cru home. You go stay with Madison, and explain the situation to her."

I wanna take Cru home.

I already felt better.

"Kay," Zach said pulling out his phone. "She lives pretty close. I'll call and give her a heads up and she can just come get me. You two take the car."

"Gimme a call when you get there."

"I will."

"Zachie."

"Yea."

"Careful."

"I know."

As we walked towards the Impala Dave put my arm over his neck allowing me to limp with him as support.

"You're okay right?" He asked.

I nodded.

"I'll get used to it." I assured him.

He smiled sadly to himself and just nodded. He leaned down and kissed the top of my head. "Come on let's get you cleaned and bandaged up."

We got in, and once we arrived at the motel, I made sure to wash my hands before taking off my clothes and jumping in the shower. It was short lived, as I could hardly stand by myself without wanting to just chop my leg off. Could it heal already?

Then something scared me: What if it wasn't going to heal? Was I going to turn? No. No way. There was no way. I was going to heal or somehow get protected from turning by going back…home. Crap. What if the only way I was going to get out of this mess was to go back home where turning into an animal wasn't a possibility?

Dave noticed I was worried as he was bandaging up my leg.

"I don't think you will turn," He started. "You've got your super scar stuff. You're immune now aren't you?"

"Yea it's just…never mind."

"No, say it." He told me as he snipped through the cloth and taped it up.

"I'm sure it's just something stupid." I said in response.

"No, come on." He urged in a tone that told me there was no I was getting out of this one.

"I just think, that instead of healing, what if I get transported back home." I started. "I mean what if this bite, instead of triggering my battle scars, triggers my star and I end up leaving. Maybe my star takes me home when I'm in danger of turning into another creature."

"That's stupid." Dave said standing up. "There are only so many creatures that can turn you into one of them. Yea, sure werewolves, vampires, you know the basics. Why would your star help you with something that may or may not be a threat."

I didn't think him saying my thought process was stupid was going to help me, but surprisingly it did. At least for the meantime I was a little relaxed. But I was sure the anxiety of not knowing what the Completion Star was going to do next was going to come creeping back when less important things needed to be done.

"I'm going to jump in the shower get some of this blood off of me." Dave said, unbuttoning his shirt before closing the door. "We'll go looking for Kurt The-Psycho-Killer-Boyfriend right after." He called as the water started to run.

"Sounds like a plan." I called back. "I'm going to see if I can get a head start in the meantime."

Just as soon as I said that I remembered, oddly enough, a strip club. The only difference was that Dave had gotten there at a certain point in the show, and my whole leg and shower business didn't happen, so it certainly got in the way of our time. Crap. I hurried typing in directions to the strip club nearest to Kurt's house and wrote them down on my arm in a rush.

"Dave!" I cried banging on the door.

"What is it?" He asked, clearly annoyed.

"We gotta go now!" I cried.

"Now?"

"Now!"

"I found some blood in my hair, I've still got shampoo in it!"

"NOW DAVE!"

"FIVE MINUTES!" He hollered.

"I'm waiting in the car!"

"Wait—"

I ran out the door before he could stall me any longer. When he came in the car with an angry look on his face, and a pair of jeans in his arms, I figured I should've probably waited.

"What are the jeans for?" I asked.

The water from his hair splashed on my face as he vigorously shook his head around. Then he turned to face me.

"Cru. You ran out without wearing any damn pants." He said tossing the jeans on my bare legs, and I flushed as I tried getting in them with my bandaged thigh.

Well it was nice to know that despite my awkwardness with being unclothed, the motel manager, and any guest that had chosen that time to look out their window saw me run out in my underwear.

"Why do I even try?" I muttered to myself.

"You should just stay invisible all the time just in case anyone see's you naked because you forgot your clothes."

"Over my dead body." I argued.

"What's our destination?" Dave asked as we got out of the parking spot.

"To the strip club!" I said in a very "Holy Smokes Batman!" voice.

"There are like five, I bet." He said a little frustrated.

"I know which one." I told him.

"Yea, you know the way?" He asked dubiously. I smiled.

"Yep." I revealed the directions scribbled on my arm.

"Well good for you," Dave said sarcastically as we drove off. "I bet you're real proud of having Nina's Ladies For Real Gentlemen written on your arm. "

I rolled my eyes at his snarky comment, obviously so hostile because I rushed him out of the shower. Once we got there, I was so eager to find Kurt, I ran in before Dave could catch up with me.

"Excuse me," said the bouncer at the gate. "I.D?"

"Uuh…."

"Jesus," I heard Dave mutter behind me. "FBI." He flashed his badge but before being able to walk in, the bouncer stopped again.

"She's FBI?" He asked doubtfully.

Dave rolled his eyes.

"She is a consultant with the FBI which is why she doesn't have her own badge, yes we know the hairs a little weird, but trust me she is a lot more valuable than the colour of her hair." He explained as if he was reading off of some sort of mental list. "Can we go in now?"

The bouncer still gave us a funny look even though he allowed us in.

"In the future just turn invisible?" Dave suggested before the music drowned everything out.

Oops.

Other than the strippers, I was one of few girls there, and I was the only one notably disgusted by almost everything I saw. More importantly, I was disappointed at the fact that Kurt was nowhere to be found.

"Dave I don't see him!" I was yelling over the music.

"Yea!" He yelled back. "Me neither! Why don't we find someone to talk to just to make sure this is the right place!"

I nodded and pointed to a waitress who looked like she could have been of some help. We walked over to her just as she was setting down a glass for a customer.

"Can I speak to your manager or, better yet, the owner of this place?" Dave asked showing his badge, and being sure to speak loud enough.

"My manager is busy out back and has asked not to be disturbed!" She said also, raising her voice although our ears were getting a bit adjusted. "The owner only stops by on the weekends." She shrugged. "Sorry!"

"Maybe you could help us?" Dave asked.

"Sure!" The girl said with a nod. The music stopped and men were cheering as a dancer bowed, and did a little curtsy. "Sure." The girl repeated now being able to speak normally. "What can I help you with?"

"Have you seen a man name Kurt… Mueller—I believe?" Dave started. "He would've—"

"Shoot. You just missed him by five minutes." She said. "He comes by here a lot so we know him pretty well. It was surprising to see him leave so soon." She said. "He said he had to speak to his ex. Sounded pretty ugly."

"We have to go, Dave." I said tugging at his shirt.

"Do you know where he might have went? Did he say he was going to speak to her at his house, or at her house maybe?"

"He didn't mention it." The waitress said, as the music was beginning up again. "He just sounded really worried."

"Okay, well thanks for your time."

"Thank you," I said.

We got back to the car as soon as possible, and Dave called Zach, growing angry at the fact that he wasn't picking up.

"Just leave him a message." I said. "We have to get to Kurt's before anything happens."

Dave took my advice, explaining that we had found him, but not really, but we were so close, we might as well have. He sped and managed to do the worst parking job I have ever seen before we ran up the building and to Kurt's home. Dave didn't hesitate to kick the door open, and I instinctively got out of the way as he did.

Then I saw it. I saw the thing that made this such a bad hunt, and I had wished a thousand times in that single moment, that the brothers had listened to me just this time. I wished they would see that every time I had warned them about something, I had been right. That way we wouldn't have been in the mess we found ourselves in.

Some distorted form of Madison was drooling Kurt's blood with his meat between her teeth.