Monster Movie

Something was wrong.

Rose Tyler had been stuck in the parallel world for a few years, now trapped in the same year after her vortex manipulator broke down. Everything had been relatively safe, the universe she'd found herself in after she left Pete's World wasn't her original. However, it also didn't have lots of contact with aliens. She'd only faced one invasion, and it really wasn't even much of one. The aliens had been lost, confused, and honestly just needed directions. Rose had been more then happy to oblige.

Now she'd wished she'd taken them up on their offer to go with them. A couple hops through time across three galaxies, and a run in with a talking potato later, and her vortex manipulator broke down. She wasn't sure why, since there was no reasonable explanation for it. Rose had simply arrived in some town and then 'poof', her manipulator went dead and refused to respond. This dilemma brought back the earlier one of little alien contact. There wasn't enough tech around for her to fix her machine. So she was stuck.

It seemed the longer that Rose stayed in the little town in Pennsylvania that she'd ended up in, the stronger the feeling became that something was, in fact, wrong. She quickly set up a false name and life at one of the bars in town. Oktoberfest had rolled into town a week later and that's when it happened. A woman was murdered, two puncture wounds to the neck.

Everyone was talking about it, and about the witness, Ed Brewer. Rose had been meaning to talk to him about it since it'd happened a few days ago. He fancied Rose and she was sure he'd tell her everything. Though from what everyone was saying, he'd been telling everything to everyone anyway. A vampire. He'd seen a vampire. Rose was inclined to believe him, but she didn't want to get her hopes up. She'd never met a vampire before.

Rose stopped where she was on the sidewalk to fix her shoe. She glanced up from her spot and that's when she noticed them. They fit her "something's wrong" vibe she had been getting from this town the second she got stuck there. Two tall men in suits and chowing down on some giant pretzels. She wasn't sure what about them fit into the puzzle, but suddenly Rose felt like she hit a gold mine.

She stood back up and made her way past them on her way to the bar. Rose smiled at them, "Guten tag," she greeted. She felt both their eyes on her as she sashayed her way into the bar. Hopefully that would get them to go in so she could talk to them or serve them. There was something about them that seemed familiar, she just couldn't place it.

Whatever was going on, she knew they'd be involved. Rose didn't even have to use her power over Bad Wolf to figure it out. Whatever was different about this universe over Pete's World and her original one, it made her more powerful. Sometimes she could simply know things without interacting with the Time Vortex. She wasn't sure if it was because she was more powerful, or because the Time Vortex was different.

There was still a Time Vortex here, but there was something off about it. As if someone had gone in and woven another thread of something unknown into what was there before. It hadn't harmed Rose, or weakened her, so she hadn't looked too hard into it. Now that she was trapped, she really couldn't do much about it even if she wanted to. She really should have left the second she got stuck, it was going to take a miracle for her to find alien tech to help her fix her vortex manipulator. But that "something was wrong" feeling kept her where she was.

Rose came around the bar and stuffed her purse underneath. She smiled at Lucy, her coworker and set about cleaning off the bar. Lucy was a sweet girl, if a bit odd. She had curly dark hair and painted lips. She'd never been anything but nice to Rose, trying to make the girl feel at home in the new town. Rose didn't know what it was, but there was something off about her as well, something off about the whole town. She wasn't sure what it was, but suddenly those men were here and she knew they were the ones she should be talking to. Or at the very least, keeping an eye on.

"How was your night, Marion?" Lucy asked with a smile. Marion was the name Rose had started to use when she ended up in Pennsylvania. The last thing she needed was people looking up a Rose Tyler and finding out she didn't exist, or worse, she did.

Rose shrugged and pulled some dirty plates and glasses off the bar and into a tub to be bussed to the back. "Alrigh', sor' of quiet. Read a book, had a cuppa."

Lucy nodded, her smile still in place. "That sounds wonderful." Rose shrugged. She'd rather have been travelling through time, or space, or running for her life as something not human chased her. She wasn't picky.

Lucy disappeared to take care of her customers and Rose continued to man the bar. Ed was sitting in the back corner of the restaurant and Rose itched to go talk to him. She glanced around the bar and quickly filled up a pint. Before anyone could notice, she slipped out from her station and headed to the gangly man. He was all arms and legs, dark hair and a pointed nose. Rose gave him her most charming smile. Ed's heart stopped for a moment.

"Hi'ya Ed." Rose greeted warmly. She set the pint of his favourite beer down and winked. "Holdin' up okay?" Ed swallowed and nodded. Rose glanced around the bar. "They're not pickin' on you, are they?" He shook his head, still unable to speak. "Mind if I join you for a sec?" Ed's eyes widened and he nodded frantically.

Rose smiled, her tongue poking out from between her teeth. She slid into the booth across from him and leaned on the table with her arms crossed. Ed swallowed. "Ed?" She asked sweetly. "Wha' happened?"

Ed let out a sigh and shook his head. "You'll never believe me, Marion. No one does." He took a gulp from his new pint that Rose had brought and cast his eyes down on the table top.

Rose leaned forward and ducked her head a bit until she caught his gaze. She smiled warmly. "How can you say I won't believe you, when ya haven't let me try yet?"

Ed studied her for a long moment, judging her level of sincerity. He nodded and took another large gulp of beer. "Alright. So It was just after I left here the other night. I cut across the park and thought I saw this couple — you know… kissing." Rose nodded and played with one of her hoop earrings as she listened. Ed suddenly shook his head vigorously. "They weren't kissing. She was struggling and he… he was biting her neck."

Rose frowned. "Who was?"

Ed leaned forward, drawing Rose closer. He hesitated, took a moment to look down her top, then continued. "A vampire."

Rose gasped, just the way she figured she ought to. She reached her hand out and grabbed Ed's. "Oh my god, you saw a vampire." She shook her head, pretending to be distraught and anxious. Inside she was simply trying to keep her hopes down. Rose really wanted to battle a vampire… at Oktoberfest. Almost as good as Dickens and ghosts.

Ed leaned back and nodded proudly. "Yeah, and I survived."

"Oh Ed." Rose smiled and tried to look awed and not at all creepied out by his obvious ogling. "What did it look like?"

Ed leaned forward again, engrossed in the topic. "Classic you know? Slicked back hair and a cape, a medallion." He gestured to his collar area.

Rose frowned and tilted her head to the side a bit. "A medallion?" Possibly an alien device to keep him looking like a vampire? He could be in disguise — a very twisted and stupid disguise — or it could all be a joke. What sort of vampire dressed up like a vampire?

Ed nodded. "Yeah, a gold thing with ribbon and stuff." He grabbed Rose's hand and held onto it tightly. "You believe me, don't you Marion?"

"Of course I do Ed." She glanced around the bar. "But I've to get back to work." She slid her hand from his grasp and stood up. "Thanks for tellin' me Ed, means the world." She gestured to the pint she had brought. "Drink 's on me." She winked and quickly headed back to her station behind the bar.

A vampire who liked classic films. A vampire who didn't care if others knew it was a vampire. Rose was inclined to believe that it wasn't a vampire at all. If it was a vampire, it wouldn't want people going around knowing that it was one.

It was almost an hour before the two men in suits appeared in the bar. Rose's attention was instantly brought to them and she almost dropped the two pints she was handing to Lucy.

Then she saw it. She didn't know how she missed it before. The shorter one had this wispy gold aura around him, like the regeneration energy her Doctor had let out after he'd changed. Except it clearly wasn't that, it was more orange and more glittery. It was the same thing that was different with this planet's Time Vortex. Rose also had the mist rolling off of her, which meant only one thing. The shorter one had travelled through time before.

Rose smiled at them as they stopped at the bar. Hope was dancing on the edges of her heart and she knew nothing was going to keep it at bay for long. "I remember you." Rose greeted to the shorter one. He had bright green eyes and short hair. He was dead handsome, so was the other. They were brothers. The fact plucked itself from the Time Vortex and drifted into Rose's mind.

"And I remember you…" The green eyed one answered and looked down at her name tag. "Marion." He smiled what was clearly his most charming smile and Rose could really see why. "I never forget a pretty…everything."

And there it was, the other thing she'd noticed. There was something very Captain Jack Harkness about this man.

"We're looking for Ed Brewer." Rose turned to the taller one when he said this. He had brown hair and hazel eyes much like Rose's. However, since swallowing all of Time, Rose's had become much more gold then his greenish brown colour.

Rose pursed her lips. "Wha' do you want with Ed?" She glanced over the shorter one's shoulder to see Ed sipping his beer stein.

The shorter one, Rose was inclined to believe he was the older one, despite the height difference. "Well, we are, uh...federal agents." He and his, apparently partner, pulled out their badges. Rose took the one closest to her, and saw that the shorter man shared the name to a music artist. "Mr. Brewer was witness to a serious crime." The supposed Neil Young explained.

The badges were completely fake. She didn't even need any powers to see that. Enough years at Torchwood scoping out alien's and their aliases had done that for her. Granted, they were very good fakes, but fakes nonetheless.

So that's where the Captain Jack Harkness vibe had come from. Conmen? No, but they clearly shared some similar characteristics.

Rose looked up at him from beneath her eyelashes. "You're a fed?" She handed the badge back to 'Neil'.

'Neil' smiled and leaned on the bar and grinned charmingly again. Rose would be lying if she said it didn't have a serious effect on her. "I'm a maverick, ma'am." He gestured with his hands. "A rebel with a badge."

Rose laughed. "I'll bet you are." She could see herself and Jack standing before Big Ben during the London Blitz. This man was just like him and it made her psychically ache with the loss that was her past.

The man's partner, rolled his eyes. He smiled, annoyed. "Okay, maverick. So, where can we find Mr. Brewer?"

Rose raised an eyebrow at 'Neil' who finally backed off the bar and straightened out his suit. Rose nodded to the corner of the restaurant. "Tha's him, over there. He's been drinkin' a bit though. So go easy, he's had it tough the past couple days."

'Neil' thanked her and winked. He and his partner headed over to Ed. Rose bit her lip as she watched them introduce themselves and sit down. She desperately wanted to be over there and here what was happening but knew that if she went over they'd probably stop and politely wait until she left again.

Rose turned around and put her back to the room. She pretended to be searching for something as her eyes glowed gold.

"I told the cops everything I saw." She heard Ed's words echo through Time and into her mind. "No one believes me. Except for Marion."

"Marion?" 'Neil' — no, she realized with the Time Vortex swimming through her head, his name was Dean. "The bar maid?"

Ed's longing sigh echoed through Time to Rose. "She's a goddess."

"Right."

"Hey, Marion?" Rose gasped and her eyes flew open. The gold receded from them almost immediately and Rose swung around to Lucy. "Whoa." Lucy took a step back and shook her head. "Sorry, for a second…" She laughed as Rose desperately fought down her panic. That had been far too close. "You alright?"

Rose plastered on a smile and said, "I'm always alright." She turned around to tend the bar again and watched Ed talk animately to the conmen. "They're chekin' up on tha' murdered woman case, I think."

Lucy rolled her eyes and tossed her curly hair to the side as she leaned a hip against the bar. "Crazy Ed and his vampire story."

Rose frowned at Lucy. "He's not crazy. I believe him."

Lucy raised an eyebrow. "You believe that girl was attacked by a vampire?"

"I believe tha's wha' he saw. Who are we to say different?"

Lucy gave Rose an indecipherable look. Something caught between suspicion, hope, and awe. "You believe in the impossible?"

Rose smiled broadly. "Ya kiddin' me? Wha' else is there to believe in?"

Lucy laughed and rolled her eyes again. "You're just saying that 'cause they guy has a crush on you and tips you in $20s." Lucy picked up a napkin and blotted her lipstick. She set it down on the bar and headed over to one of the regulars as they called her name. Rose watched her leave, wondering still about that look Lucy had given her.

Dean walked up to the bar then and smiled. "So, you got a beer back there for me?"

Rose smiled flirtatiously. "Dunno, are even maverick's allowed to drink on duty?"

Dean raised his eyebrows and nodded his head in acknowledgement to the apt statement. "Well maybe I'm off duty."

Rose leaned forward on the bar. "Are you?" She bantered back. They stared at each other for a moment before his partner came up to join him. Rose stepped back and began to gather some dirty mugs on the counter.

The taller partner picked up Lucy's old napkin for a moment. He set it back down and turned to lean against the bar as he faced the restaurant.

"So, what do you think?" Dean asked him. Rose moved as quietly as possible in order to hear them. "Goth, psycho vampire wannabe, right?"

"Definitely not our kind of case." His partner replied. Their kind of case? Rose thought. Her curiosity instantly piqued.

"Agreed. But who cares?" They headed towards a table and a minute later Rose heard Dean call out to her, "Hey, bar wench, where's that beer?"

Rose paused in her motion to fill the empty beer glass in her hand. She raised an eyebrow at Dean and said back, "'s about to be in your lap if you call me wench again." His partner burst into laughter and Dean's ears went a bit pink. Rose smiled and winked at him. She filled the large glass and headed over to them. "There you go then, fellow peasant." Rose smiled at him mischievously.

Dean nodded. "Alright. I admit it, I deserve that one."

Rose nodded back. "As long as you know it, mate." She turned to his partner. "What can I get you, then?"

Dean shook his head. "Oh, he doesn't drink. He's a christian scientist. Doesn't even take aspirin. He's a real drag on stakeouts."

Rose frowned, completely missing the humour. "Tha's a shame." She smiled sympathetically at the unnamed partner. "If it makes ya feel any better, you're not missin' out on much with the aspirin. My husband was deathly allergic to it, and he turned out only partly manic." The partner smiled and laughed under his breath,

Dean frowned at her. She looked to be barely in her early twenties. "You're married?"

Rose shook her head. "Widowed."

The men both gave her sympathetic looks. Looks Rose had gotten very used to from her family when the Doctor had passed away. "I'm sorry." The partner said.

Rose shrugged a little despondently. "It was a long time ago." It was. Decades in fact. Rose didn't want to say it had been a century, though she was sure it had been multiple.

Dean raised an eyebrow at the girl. Once again, he noted her age. He highly doubted it was that long ago. More accurately, they hadn't known each other long. Gunshot marriage and he passed away. It was probably to fast for their to be time to love and mourn. Dean had no idea that it was the complete opposite. Rose and the Doctor had had decades together, and it'd been centuries she'd spent apart now. Rose had grieved, and now she had moved on. Her family had passed and she decided to was high time for a new adventure.

A new universe.

Rose looked to Dean's partner again. "You're sure you're fine?" He nodded. Rose shrugged and smiled. "Well you boys let me know if ya need anythin', yeah?" The fake FBI agents smiled in agreement and Rose wandered away. She watched them talk for a bit, the taller one looking on the verge of laughter for majority of the conversation. Rose was more then a bit intrigued, she was downright curious. If she were in Pete's World, she would have pegged them as Torchwood agents scouting out for a rogue alien instantly. But this wasn't Pete's World, and there wasn't enough alien activity for that sort of need.

Rose was just washing down the bar again when Dean came over. His partner wasn't with him. Rose belated realized that a bit of time had passed and the taller one had probably gone home. "Hey," Dean greeted.

Rose smiled. "Wha' can I do for ya?"

Dean leaned forward on the bar and smiled. "It's more of what I can do for you — M'lady." Rose raised an eyebrow but couldn't stop the smile that slipped through at the 'M'lady' part. "How about tonight?"

Rose pursed her lips and considered. She didn't have any plans and it really would be a benefit to try and figure out what he was really there for. But no, Rose was going to run some scans in the area that night. Whatever was giving her the bad feeling was sure to register on some scans. Putting that off to end an innocent persons life.

"Sorry," Rose responded with a regretful tilt to her head, "I promised Lucy a girls' night out." Dean glanced over to the curly haired waitress serving a table. Rose smiled, her tongue poking out between her teeth and winked. "Maybe tomorrow, if you're lucky?"

Dean sighed and shook his head. He was going to dream about those lips and that tongue tonight — if he didn't dream of Hell. "I wish I could. I don't think we're staying on the case."

"Wha'? To complicated for you?" Rose grinned teasingly again.

"Not complicated enough." Dean responded.

He turned to leave, but Rose spoke again. "Tha's ridiculous." He turned back around and raised an eyebrow inquiringly. "'s not complicated wha' happened to the man, but you're not gonna help? Someone's dead, everyone who can help should help."

Dean sat down on the stool in front of her and leaned forward on the bar with his elbows. He considered her for a moment, thinking over what Ed had said earlier. "You believe him then?"

Rose picked up a glass and began drying it with a cloth. "Ed? Yeah, I believe he saw what he saw. Doesn't mean tha's what really happened, but 's what he saw. 's still evidence and it can't be ignored. Besides Ed, all they've got is the body."

Dean tried to keep the smirk off his face. "So you want the FBI to believe it was a Dracula that killed this kid? A vampire with awful fashion sense and a Hungarian accent?" At the look Rose gave him, he clearly hadn't done well with holding back his smirk.

Rose leaned forward on the bar and rested her arms beneath her chest. Dean allowed himself a generously long look at the skin before him. Yeah, he thought, definitely dreaming about her tonight. "See," Rose was saying, "there's another thing." Dean dragged his gaze from her breasts and looked up at the blonde as she waved her hand and spoke. "Say vampires are real. And this really was done by one, then why aren't they trying to hide? If whatever did this really isn't human, makes you wonder what would be so horrific, it'd want us to believe it's a vampire."

Dean was surprised. Most people didn't openly talk about the possibility of nonhuman entities, nor did they do it so casually. She had a point about the vampire though, and it was something he and Sam had agreed upon. It couldn't actually be a vampire. "It's just some whack-job who wants to be famous, or friends of the night or some crap like that."

Rose nodded but continued to wave her hand, she didn't fully agree. "Yeah… but with all those movies, and books and shows about vampires now. Vampires are so much more sparkly and vegetarian and stuff. No one goes classic anymore." Rose pointed at him. "Which is a downright shame, because the classics are definitely where it's at."

Dean smiled. He stood up from his seat at the same time Rose straightened from her lean against the bar. "Well, that was an awesome brainstorm there, your Highness. But I should head back to the hotel." He winked at her and headed on out.

"I'll see you later, princess." Dean raised a brow at her, but the smile gave away his amusement. Rose grinned her tongue in teeth smile at him and winked.

Things were beginning to get beyond ridiculous. Last night they'd all but packed up and were ready to head out when they got the call about an attack in the woods. An attack that the only eyewitness, Anna Marie, had said was by a werewolf. Ripped shorts, long hair, snout, the whole nine yards. Dean was almost inclined to believe her.

Sam opened the small metal door and slid out the slab with the victim on it.

"First a Dracula and now a full on movie-time Wolf Man? What the hell is going on in this town?" His mind wandered back to what Marion had said the night before. The classics were where it's at, that's what she'd said. Dracula, and then Wolf Man?

Sam unzipped the body bag and both the brothers stepped back. The smell was horrendous, rotten flesh mixed with blood and other parts of the body that had been ripped open and smelled profusely.

Sam pulled out a pencil and lifted up a piece of the leftover clothing. "Whatever did this wasn't a psycho wannabe. Look at those bite marks." He pointed to a piece of the body. "Right down to the bone… And deeper."

Dean nodded. "Strong enough to tear a healthy man apart limb from limb. Could be a werewolf." There were other things too, but werewolf was what the girl had seen — no matter how movie franchised it was.

"Yeah, except, look. The heart's still there in one piece. They never leave the heart behind."

Dean rubbed his jaw. "So whatever it is, it's not a werewolf or a vampire, but it has absolutely no problem letting us believe that it's both those things." He caught his brother's eye. "Most supernatural being cover their tracks, they don't want to be found out."

Sam frowned and nodded. "So then what's going on?"

The Sheriff entered the room. "Well, I was hoping you boys could tell me. I just got a rush job back from the lab on those fibres we found on the body." He held up the evidence baggie. "Canine. Wolf hairs." Werewolves didn't have wolf hair, that was a myth.

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose and looked away. "I'm getting a headache."

Sam glanced at him then turned back to the Sheriff. "Uhh, thanks Sheriff. We'll let you know if we find anything."

The older man nodded. "'ppreciate your help on this, boys. I'll be at the station fielding calls, and the press." He nodded at them and left.

Sam zipped the body bag back up and slipped the metal slab back into place. He closed the door and looked to his older brother. "So? What are we thinking?"

Dean crossed his arms and glared at the closed door that hid the body from sight. "I'm thinking about Marion."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Man, seriously this isn't—"

Dean raised a hand and cut him off. "No — hear me out. Last night after you left I talked to her a bit about the case. She was completely open to the idea that it might not be a human doing this, brought the concept up before I did. And she mentioned something about classic films being better then the new crap." Dean gestured to the closed metal door. "I'm gonna go on a limb and say that's pretty freaking classic."

Dean headed out of the morgue, Sam easily keeping pace with him as they left. "So what are you saying?" Sam asked curiously. "Marion's the killer?"

"I don't know, man." He didn't think so. There wasn't anything about her that threw him off. Well, she was beautiful so that threw everything a bit off. He shook his head.

"So you think she's a hunter?"

"I don't know!" Dean glared at his brother, getting more frustrated by the second. He took a deep breath and rolled his shoulders. "I do know that the only way to figure it out is to get a date tonight. If she comes clean about being a hunter, then we've got more help. If another murder happens, she's got an alibi."

"And if she tries to kill you, you'll gank her."

Dean smiled grimly. "Exactly."