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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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Chapter List
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(A/N: I know, I know. Sorry for the delay, but I've been really busy later. Things just pile up, you know. So here for your enjoyment is the next chapter.)
Chapter 13: Going For the Kill
Sam struggled, but his semi-transformed werewolf strength was no match for Jason's full-fledged werewolf strength. He immediately got a feeling of deja vu from when he was helpless in Ginger's jaws and completely at her mercy. Had he escaped her just to be killed by her mate? Did he come all this way and endured so much just to die by this freak of nature?
Jason brought his snout close to Sam's neck and breathed in his fear. His lips peeled back to reveal his fangs, bloody saliva dripping from them. He growled in Sam's ear wanting to scare him further, but instead received a surprise. Sam turned his head as far as he could and managed to bite Jason's nose with his somewhat pointy teeth.
Jason snarled and placed his paws on Sam's head, crushing him into the ground. His yellow eyes fell on Sam's neck and he was ready to go in for the kill.
"Fucking bastard!"
Something slammed into Jason's side and he was knocked off Sam. He yelped in pain as sharp claws were dragged through his flesh and sharp teeth bit into him.
Sam looked up in surprise. He'd thought he was finished. He was surprised once again to find Jason thrashing about with Brigitte clinging to his back, her claws digging through his flesh and her fangs hanging onto him.
What was she doing here? Hadn't he told her to run? He'd thought she left. Had she come back for him, or did she never leave at all?
Not wasting any time, Sam got to his feet, stumbling because of his injured leg, and limped over to a drawer. He pulled out a knife and turned to Jason. He felt foolish, getting ready to go up against a werewolf with a knife, but hey, Brigitte did the same thing against Ginger and got lucky.
Jason continued to thrash about, trying to get Brigitte off him. He reared onto his hind legs and shook himself. Brigitte lost her grip and fell off. But she was on her feet again a moment later, glaring at Jason and standing in, what was undoubtedly, an attack position.
Coming back down onto all fours, Jason turned to Brigitte and growled.
"Hey, ass hole!"
Jason turned to the speaker. Sam was standing a few feet away with a knife, looking ready to attack given the opportunity. Jason was momentarily confused. His prey, who had always been on the run from him before, was now standing their ground and fighting back. It was infuriating. They should be cowering in fear, not fighting back.
He snapped his jaws at the two of them in warning, wanting to intimidate them. They backed off a couple steps, but didn't flee. It was irritating. He didn't mind them trying to fight back, it might be fun, but it was also so much more exhilarating when his prey was overcome with fear.
Brigitte snarled at him and that brought Jason's attention over to her. His eyes narrowed as he remembered that this was the one he was hunting for. It had been this bitch that killed his mate and unborn pups. Yes, it would be her that would die first. Besides, she posed the greatest threat.
He lunged at her, tackling her to the ground. But she didn't cower in fear. Instead she lashed out violently, her claws slicing through his face and front legs. With an angry growl he moved his paws on top of her arms, preventing her from moving, but she continued to snap at him.
A blinding pain erupted in his back and he howled in agony. Sam had jumped on his back and stabbed him with the knife. With an angry yelp he reared up onto his hind legs again, the back of his head slamming into Sam's face with great force.
When he came down, Brigitte, her arms now free, grabbed his face. Using her claws, she buried her thumbs in his eyes, gouging them out.
Jason howled in agony and backed off. He shook his head rapidly, sending blood flying around the room. Blinded and in pain, he retreated several steps, occasionally rubbing his bleeding eyes with the back of his paw.
Sam struggled to his feet, nursing his bleeding, but luckily, not broken, nose. This was just what they needed. Jason was currently blind, but he certainly wouldn't put it past the lycanthrope virus to heal Jason's blind eyes. They needed to act now.
But first he needed to get Brigitte out of here. He limped over to her, careful not to get too close to Jason, who was proceeding to lash out at anything, and helped her to her feet.
"Nice going." He told her. "Now lets get the fuck out of here."
"No, lets kill the bastard once and for all."
Sam smirked. "Don't worry, I have an idea. Just get out of here."
Hoping that Sam's idea wasn't stupid, she slipped past Jason and made for the door. She turned back to see what Sam was doing and was shocked to see him moving closing to Jason.
"What the hell are you doing?" she cried.
"I told you, I got an idea."
At hearing Sam's voice, Jason stopped thrashing about. He growled quietly and sniffed the air. He may be blind, but his hearing and sense of smell was still phenomenal. He could find exactly where Sam was if he concentrated hard enough.
Sam kept his eyes on Jason, knowing exactly what he was trying to do. But he had to get past him for his plan to work, and unfortunately that meant getting closer.
Jason growled and Sam faked an attempt to get past him. Picking up that Sam had moved closer, Jason lashed out with his claws, but struck nothing but air. Sam used the opportunity to slip past him.
"You fucking cornered yourself!" Brigitte shouted.
"Will you just trust me?" Sam shouted back.
He reached out for the stove and turned the gas on high. With that done, now he just had to get past Jason again. But the werewolf was facing him again, and was much closer. And, as Brigitte pointed out, Sam was now cornered.
Jason sniffed the air. He picked up Sam's scent, but another stronger one was overpowering it. He snorted, attempting to get the unpleasant smell out of his nose. And whatever was producing the smell was emitting a hissing noise that was being louder than Sam was being.
With an angry snarl, he pounced at the last place he knew where Sam had been. He was off a bit, and it allowed Sam enough room to slip past him again, though the two did brush against each other.
Jason collided head first with the stove. Whimpering in pain, he got to his feet. He snorted again as he smelled the unpleasant scent in front of him. Had he still been human and been able to think rationally, he would have realized that the unpleasant scent he was smelling was gas.
Sam breathed a sigh of relief when he safely got past Jason again. Now they just had to get the hell out of here before the gas reached the fire that Ghost had lit earlier.
"What now?" Brigitte asked, not understanding what he did.
"Now we get the hell out of here." Sam cried, grabbing her hand and pulling her along.
They ran from the kitchen and to the front door, stepping over Ghost's bleeding corpse.
"We have to get away from here fast." Sam told her. "Get in the truck."
"Why?" Brigitte asked. "What did you... what did... you..."
She trailed off as a tremor went through her. She started trembling and fell to the ground, grunting in pain and shaking uncontrollably.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" Sam shouted, realizing that Brigitte was changing again. "It shouldn't be this soon. Fuck, why now?"
Brigitte growled and snarled. Sam carefully moved towards her and picked her up bridal style. She thrashed about in his arms, her claws cutting into him several times. He ignored the pain and threw her in the back of his van, thanking God he'd fixed the broken door a couple days ago. She was going through the final phase of her transformation, and he needed to get her as far away as possible. Somewhere in the mountains perhaps, where no one went.
Getting into the front seat, Sam quickly turned on the car and put it in Reverse. He slammed on the gas and backed up. He hadn't moved more than twenty feet when the cabin exploded, the gas from the stove finally reaching the fire. Flaming debris came raining down in all directions.
The van came to a stop as Sam backed up into a tree.
"Shit!" he cried, getting a bad case of whiplash.
He looked towards the remains of the cabin. It was up in flames, and Jason hadn't gotten out before it blew. It was finally over.
The sound of Brigitte's tortured cried reminded him that he was wrong. It wasn't over, not yet. He didn't know how long before Brigitte's transformation was complete, but the faster he got her away from civilization, the better.
A loud snarl caught his attention, and something erupted from the flames. Sam's mouth dropped open as he saw Jason just a few feet in front of him. Covered in flames, the werewolf thrashed about, howling in pain, but still alive.
Sam's eyes narrowed and he put the care into Drive. "Alright, mother fucker, lets end this."
He slammed on the gas and his van took off. Jason faced the van, not seeing the oncoming threat. Sam braced himself for impact. There was a loud thud as he hit Jason. The werewolf howled loudly and disappeared under his van.
"Fuck you, ass hole!" Sam shouted, and headed for the road.
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It was a full moon tonight. How ironic. Was this a coincidence, or was it fate. He decided that he didn't care anymore. Nothing really mattered at this point.
How long had he been driving now? How many hours? He didn't know. He just knew he had to get as far away from civilization as possible. As far as he knew, he had done just that. He hadn't seen another car or town for miles. Woods surrounded him on all sides. Nothing but mountain and forest went on for miles. Sam figured that this was a good a place to run out of gas as any.
Not once had he stopped since running over Jason. He couldn't afford to, not with a werewolf in the back of his van. He had sped and run more red lights than he could count, nearly getting into an accident several times. It was a miracle he hadn't run into any cops. Perhaps fortune was finally smiling upon him.
The van moved its last few feet and finally came to a stop, now completely out of gas. Sam sat back in his seat and sighed in exhaustion. He hadn't slept or eaten in hours. He had known he couldn't stop, not until he had gotten as far away as he possibly could. This was the best he could do.
Looking into the mirror, Sam saw his reflection for the first time since back at the cabin. He had changed a lot. He looked like Brigitte did back when he found her locked in the basement at Ghost's grandmother's house.
"Fucking A." he growled, his voice having gone rather deep.
But he had known it would come to this. He'd known it ever since he had injected the final syringe of monkshood into Brigitte. And now the rest was up to her. Sam had decided to put his life in her hands.
Stepping out of the van, he walked around to the back. The back door was dented out of shape from Brigitte's attempts to get out. He took a deep breath, knowing this would be it.
He opened the door and a massive figure burst out. Sam stumbled back as Brigitte, in full werewolf form, leapt from the van.
Finally free, Brigitte howled to the night sky, grateful for her freedom. She knew she wasn't alone. She could smell it. Slowly she turned and faced Sam, her yellow eyes locking with his. A low growl emitted from her throat and she bared her fangs.
"Brigitte?" Sam asked carefully. "It's me. It's Sam."
She growled again. This time her growl sounded more hostile. Sam gulped and took a step back. Was this it? Was she going to kill him? He wasn't sure which choice he preferred, to die by her hands, or for her to allow him to live and become a werewolf himself. He had decided to leave it up to her.
"If you're going to kill me, then do it." he told her.
Brigitte snarled and Sam stumbled back, tripping over his own feet and falling to the ground. It certainly didn't look like Brigitte was going to let him live. She looked ready to go in for the kill.
Brigitte growled again, her eyes narrowing. That's when Sam noticed that she wasn't looking directly at him, but at something behind him. His van?
He turned around and his heart skipped a beat. There was something stuck to his van. More specifically, there was something stuck under his van. Something furry.
A hand-like paw sneaked out from under the van and dug its claws in the ground, prying itself loose. There was a sick unsticking sound as whatever it was ripped free from beneath Sam's van.
Jason crawled out from beneath Sam's van, covered in blood and third degree burns. One of his front legs was missing, and one of his hind legs was completely crushed from a tire.
"You're shitting me." Sam muttered, realizing that when he had run Jason over that he had somehow gotten hooked onto the underside of his van and dragged all this way. Perhaps all of those snarls and yelped he'd heard while driving hadn't come from Brigitte alone.
But Jason was in bad shape. Severally injured, half dead, and still blind. Yet he was alive. And that made him dangerous.
'What will it take for this fucker to die?' Sam thought.
There was a snarl from behind him. Sam turned back to Brigitte and realized that he was trapped between two werewolves. If Brigitte didn't kill him, Jason certainly would.
Jason snarled, a stream of blood flying from his mouth. He was hurting, but more determine to kill than ever. He had been dragged for hours, unable to get good leverage to tear himself free from however he had been stuck on Sam's van. He was in pain, but was pissed off beyond belief.
And yet his prey was right in front of him. He could smell them. Sam was but a couple feet away. And now it was time to kill.
With a snarl, Jason prepared to pounce; not an easy thing to do while having one leg crushed and another one missing. He wasn't fast enough. Brigitte pounced first. Her massive form flew past Sam and landed on top of Jason. The wounded werewolf growled. Brigitte growled back and tore into his neck. Jason howled, but his cries became tortured gurgling noises as Brigitte tore his throat out.
Sam backed up until his back hit a tree as Brigitte finally put an end to Jason. Once she was done, she turned to him, blood dripping from her mouth. Sam tensed up as she slowly approached him, growling. His heart was racing his eyes wide with fear.
Brigitte was right in front of him now, her nose less than an inch from his. She sniffed him a few times, her yellow eyes locked on his. She growled softly before backing up a few feet. She threw her head back and howled to the night sky. Then she turned away and took off into the forest.
Sam sighed, though he wasn't sure if it was in relief at still being alive, or disappointment for not being killed. Either way, it was over now. He had been spared. Brigitte was a full-fledged werewolf, and it wouldn't be long before he was one too. His skin was already beginning to crawl. He felt his joints twisting about and his features stretching and reshaping, a tortured moan escaping his lips.
Moaning in agony, he looked in the direction Brigitte had run off in. "See you soon." He moaned, before a painful spasm rocked through his body and he howled at the full moon.
(A/N: Is it over? Of course not. There's still lots more to go. Ha, ha, just kidding. There's only one more chapter. See the fate of Brigitte and Sam in the next and final chapter.)
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