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Brigitte Snaps	By : moviefan Category: G through L > Ginger Snaps Views: 2309 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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(A/N: Damn writer's block. I really hate those things. I mean, I knew what I wanted to write about, but the words weren't coming to me. Hopefully this chapter meets your expectations.)
Chapter 11: Salvation Stolen
Sam stretched as he woke up. The first word that went through his mind was "Wow". He looked down and saw Brigitte still asleep, curled up against him. For the first time since she had been infected, she looked peaceful. Sam was feeling pretty good himself. Last night had been like nothing he had ever experienced, both in mind and body. He never would have expected such behavior from the shy and timid Brigitte, but he decided that he liked it.
Carefully untangling himself from her so he wouldn't wake her, he crept out of bed, retrieving his pants and quietly leaving the room. Nature was calling in more ways than one, and he needed to use the bathroom. He just hoped Ghost wouldn't spot him sneaking out. He would never hear the end of it.
Once his bladder was empty, he went over to the sink and got a good look at himself. Dry blood mated his face and chest. The image disgusted him a bit. Having wild animalistic sex was one thing, but having it while being covered in blood was somewhat disturbing.
Then he remembered just where the blood came from. Brigitte had been covered in it after she had torn apart some unfortunate soul who had come asking to use the phone. What the hell? How could he and Brigitte just have disregarded something like that and get so lost in each other?
Turning on the faucet, Sam splashed water over his face and chest, rubbing off the blood. As he scrubbed, he noticed something. His hands. His hands were different. Well no, not his hands, but his fingernails. They were longer, sharper, thicker. He couldn't call them claws, but he couldn't call them fingernails either.
Fearing the worst, he grabbed a towel and wiped off his face before looking in the mirror.
"Fuck!"
He'd changed. The changes weren't that noticeable, but they were there. His features had become slightly wolfish. His teeth were pointy, as were his ears, and his eyes had slightly changed color. He'd also put on more muscle, and he had the start of a tail.
A wave of rage hit him and he slammed his fist into the mirror. He had no one to blame but himself. He had been careless. After spending hours ripping up his weed stash and planting the monkshood with Ghost, he'd come back and had been... preoccupied with Brigitte with the wildest sex he'd ever had, before falling asleep for who knows how long. During all that time, he'd completely forgotten about giving himself an injection.
'Now I've got a permanent reminder.' He thought, looking at his new appearance.
He needed to shoot up before he changed any further. He hurried out of the bathroom and went downstairs. There was no sign of Ghost. Good, hopefully she was fast asleep somewhere; it was night out after all.
Retrieving the briefcase, he popped it open to get a syringe. He froze the moment he opened it. The briefcase was empty. No syringes, no cure, no nothing.
"What the fuck?" he cried.
He tossed the briefcase aside and went to their other luggage. Had Brigitte moved it while he and Ghost had been out? Where? Why?
He emptied out everything on the floor, finding only a few empty syringes from when they were used earlier. But there were none that contained the precious purple fluid that would prevent him from becoming a monster.
'Don't panic!' he told himself. 'I'll just make some more, and find out what happened to the rest later.'
He went over to where he put the garbage bags filled with the unprepared monkshood, and froze. The bags were empty. Only a few small pieces of the monkshood was scattered on the floor. The rest of his stash was nowhere to be found.
"It's gone."
Sam turned around to find Ghost watching him. She was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed and a triumphant smirk on her face.
"What the fuck do you mean it's gone?" he demanded angrily. "What'd you do with the monkshood?"
Ghost grinned. "Use you're senses."
Sam gave her a confused look. He had no idea what she was talking about. But he found out a moment later as his sense of smell picked up what Ghost was referring to. He hurried into the other room to find what his nose had detected. A fire was burning brightly in the fireplace, and it didn't take a genius to figure out what was lighting it.
Sam fell to his knees as he looked at the fire. "You burned it." he whispered.
Ghost smiled. "And emptied all your syringes. There will be no more of that accursed stuff. You have no more to stop your changes, and what we planted yesterday won't be blooming any time soon. Soon you and Brigitte will meet your destiny."
Sam didn't reply. He merely stared into the fire. Ghost frowned at his silence. She had expected some comment from him. An angry retort, a verbal threat, something. But she got no response from him.
Cautiously stepping forward, she reached out and gently touched his shoulder. The second her hand made contact, his hand grabbed hers in a death grip. She winced painfully, giving him a confused look.
"How dare you grab your mistress!"
Sam turned to her with a look on his face that she had never seen before. And it wasn't because of his new wolfish features. It was the look in his eyes. It was the same look that constantly appeared in Brigitte's. The desire to kill.
Sam's grip on her hand tightened painfully and Ghost dropped to her knees, groaning in pain. "Let go! You're hurting me!"
"Not yet." Sam growled, letting her go. "Not yet."
He grabbed her shirt and, showing surprising strength, threw her across the room. Ghost crashed into the wall, but, before she slid to the floor, Sam was behind her, pressing her against the wall. He bared his teeth and snarled in her ear.
"Do you have any fucking idea what you've done?"
"I did what needed to be done!" Ghost cried fearfully.
She hadn't thought he would react violently like this. Sam had always been more in control than Brigitte was, not being as far along in his transformation. She had thought that she had better control over him. Perhaps she had pushed him too far too fast. Because right now, she was scared.
"Did what needed to be done?" Sam repeated. "Did what needed to be done! You fucking doomed us! All of us! With the monkshood we had a chance, but now we're officially fucked!"
"I had to do it. You wouldn't accept your fate otherwise."
"It's a fucking virus, not fate, you stupid little bitch!"
He aggressively threw her away from him again and howled in rage. He scratched and pounded at the wall, using all his willpower not to turn around and tear Ghost apart. He couldn't look at her. If he did, he would kill her.
"Leave." He growled.
Feeling dazed, Ghost got up. "What?"
Sam whirled around, his eyes flashing violently. "LEAVE!"
Ghost fell over again in fright. But she immediately turned around and scrambled out of the room. It took great effort on Sam's part not to chase after her. He dropped to his knees and dragged his claws across the carpet, shredding it.
What were they going to do now? There was no more monkshood, he was changing this very moment, and Brigitte could slip into the final stages of her transformation any time. There was no monkshood in season anywhere, and even if there was, he had no idea where to get any. There were no flower shops or craft stores anywhere around here.
"I'm going to fucking kill that bitch." He grumbled.
That snapped him out of his state. He suddenly realized that he had meant the words he had said. He didn't mean them as a metaphor. He literally wanted to kill Ghost. He wanted to cut open her face with his sharp nails and rip open her throat with his pointy teeth. He wanted to spill her blood, he wanted to feel her flesh tear in his mouth and hands, he wanted to see the fear in her eyes before the life left them.
'Oh God, are these thoughts really mine?'
He shivered at his twisted desires. They had gotten worse. He really needed to dose before he did something he would regret. He didn't want to add to the bloodbath Brigitte had started.
His head snapped up. Of course, how could he have forgotten? He'd taken a syringe upstairs when he went to comfort Brigitte, but had never used it. The last of the monkshood was in his jacket pocket. It wasn't much, but it would buy time, and time was what they needed.
Charging out of the room, he ran upstairs and burst into the bedroom. He found the torn rags of what was once his jacket and reached into the pocket. The syringe was still there, full of the precious monkshood.
"Thank God."
A loud snarl caught his attention. He looked up to see Brigitte thrashing about on the bed as if she were having a seizure. She was changing again. Right now. And here he was, slowly changing as well, holding the last of the monkshood.
"Fuck me." he seethed, looking from Brigitte to the syringe in his hand.
Was there enough for both of them? Yeah right. He knew there wasn't. Even if he gave Brigitte the whole thing, she would be back in this state in a matter of hours. However, he was earlier along in his transformation. This could be enough to by him enough time to figure out something.
"Damn it all to Hell!"
Jumping up, he tackled Brigitte on the bed and stuck the needle in her neck. Brigitte's body tensed and she let out a hiss of air, then relaxed.
"I fucking hate this." she muttered, once she recovered.
'You won't need to worry about that anymore.' Sam thought, wondering just how he was going to break the news to her. He was afraid of her reaction. If the way he behaved was any hint to the way Brigitte would react, he knew that she would probably march straight downstairs and kill Ghost, no words needed.
"Sam, your face." Brigitte gasped, noticing the changes in him. He now looked as far along as Ginger did when she had killed the guidance counselor at their school. But truth be told, she liked the new look.
"I know." he said, looking away.
"Did you take some monkshood?"
Sam hesitated. "Ok, Brigitte, I need to tell you something. Just promise me you won't do anything."
Brigitte narrowed her eyes in confusion. "Ok. What?"
Sam took a deep breath. "The monkshood is gone."
Several seconds of silence went by, during which Brigitte's mind tried to add up his words. Monkshood, gone. Cure, none. Change, inevitable. Hope, lost.
"What?" she whispered, unable to believe what she heard.
"It's gone." Sam repeated. "There's none left."
Brigitte's eyes widened with fear and panic. "But, what? Gone how? We had all that... there was... how could it..." Her eyes widened further, this time with anger and realization. "GHOST!"
She pushed Sam aside, knocking him over and ran out the door. Apparently she had completely forgotten about the promise she had just made. She was out for blood now. She didn't even go down the stairs. She jumped clear over the railing, landing like a cat and taking off again.
"Shit." Sam muttered in surprise.
He ran out after her, taking the stairs. He found her downstairs, turning over and destroying furniture.
"Ghost, where the fuck are you?" she bellowed. "Ghost!"
"Brigitte, just be rational about this."
She glared at him. "Fuck rational! The damn sow is dead!"
"Brigitte, you're mad, ok. I am too."
"I'm not mad." Brigitte growled. "I'm pissed out of my fucking mind. I want that bitch." She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, picking up Ghost's scent. "And I know where to find the slut!"
She stormed past him. Sam tried to grab her, but she pushed him away, hard enough for him to slam into the wall and feel dazed. He recovered and went after her, finding her trying to open a closet door.
"Brigitte, stop it." he cried.
She ignored him. "Fucking bitch," she shouted, slamming her fist against the door, "open the God damn door!"
"I had to do it!" Ghost cried from the other side of the door. "I had to unleash your true nature!"
"My true nature?" Brigitte repeated. "I'll show you my true fucking nature!"
She punched a hole in the door and began tearing away chunks of wood, making the hole bigger. Finally she tore the entire thing of its hinges. She reached inside and dragged a screaming Ghost out by her hair.
"Unhand me!" Ghost cried.
"Gladly." Brigitte snapped, throwing the girl halfway across the room. She fell upon her immediately, pressing her head into the floor. "You want me to be a murdering bitch? Fine, I'll start by ripping your fucking intestines out!"
"Let go or I shall curse you!"
"Already cursed, you little shit!"
Sam grabbed her arm. "Brig-"
She lashed out at him, her claws cutting his arm. Her eyes were wild and filled with bloodlust. Baring her fangs at him in warning, she turned back to Ghost, looking more than ready to repeat the gruesome murder she had made the previous day.
'Sorry about this, Brigitte.' Sam thought.
He grabbed her again, and when she turned to him, he slapped her. Brigitte fell off Ghost, who immediately retreated behind Sam, and looked up at the two of them in surprise. She seemed angry at first, but then a look of horror crossed over her face.
Sam, having never hit a woman before, felt beyond guilty. "I'm sorry. I didn't know what else to do to get through to-"
"No," Brigitte interrupted, "no, I'm glad you did. I almost... almost... Oh God!"
She ran out of the room. Sam turned to Ghost; she was a little shaken up, but unharmed. "Stay here."
He went after Brigitte, finding her throwing up in the kitchen sink. He cautiously kept his distance, the cut on his arm reminding him that she was still unstable and might attack again.
Wiping her mouth, Brigitte looked up at him with a sorrowful look on her face. "This is out of hand. Look at us, Sam. We're just fooling ourselves. We were screwed before, but without the monkshood, we're officially fucked."
Sam couldn't disagree, but he refused to give up. Even though, deep down, he knew it was too late for them. "Brigitte-"
"Don't give me some bullshit story of false hope. It's over, Sam. We lost and you know it. We're either going to turn, or die."
Almost as if it had been waiting for those words, a howl echoed through the night. Sam and Brigitte looked at each other, both of them thinking the same thing; Jason had found them.
"Well, I'm not ready to die." Sam told her.
Brigitte looked at him for a moment before her eyes narrowed. "Neither am I."
(A/N: Well, Ghost has officially screwed over Sam and Brigitte. There officially fucked now. And Jason has come to join the party. No more running, now it's time to fight. But you'll have to wait for the next chapter.)
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