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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: Chapter two has arrived. Now the story can really get going. And if you haven't figured it out yet, the boy that helped Brigitte last chapter was Sam. His survival of Ginger's attack will be explained later. For now, we're going to see some actual interaction between the characters.)
Chapter 2: Sister Speaks
Sam sighed in relief as Brigitte dropped into unconsciousness. That had been too close. It was a good thing he found her when he did. She had been in the final stages of her transformation, just as Ginger had been in the back of his van. Too bad he couldn't have helped the older Fitzgerald sister. But even if they had gotten her the cure at the time, it wouldn't have had any affect.
But it looks like he was just in time to save Brigitte. Now he just had to make sure to keep giving her the cure. She had done a good job of keeping up with the treatment, but it seemed that recently something went wrong and she had undergone a big change, becoming more and more wolf-like. At least he had been able to find her because of it.
Scooping the unconscious girl up, he began making his way upstairs. He noticed the bodies of Alice and the other werewolf, making him wonder what exactly had happened before he got here. And just who was that creepy girl upstairs?
As the two emerged from the basement, Ghost glared at Sam, eyeing him with disapproval. "Put her down, she's mine."
Sam ignored her. "Where's the bedroom?" When he received no answer, he growled low in his throat. "Bedroom?"
Pouting slightly, Ghost led him to the bedroom. Sam carefully laid Brigitte down on the bed and looked her over. The poor girl would win first prize at any Halloween contest. Her face was a cross between human and wolf, ending up somewhere in between the two, her teeth were fangs, her ears were pointed, her nose more of a wolf snout, and her hair had changed colors, not to mention grown on other parts of her body. Her fingers had shrunk a bit as her hands had begun turning into paws, and she now had claws instead of fingernails, her feet were in the same state as her hands. Her clothes were torn and shredded, giving Sam a view of her bare chest. It looked remarkable similar to how Ginger's did when she tried to seduce him. And her tail rested beside her leg, twitching every now and then.
Deciding that it was better to be safe than sorry, he turned to Ghost. "Watch her. Call me if anything happens. I'll be right back."
Ghost scowled at him as he left the room. "Who are you to give the Dark Queen orders?"
"Sam." He replied, leaving it at that.
Ghost's mouth dropped open. Sam? It couldn't be him, could it? Brigitte had told her about Sam. He had been the one that had tried to help Brigitte cure her sister. But wasn't he supposed to be dead? Hadn't Ginger torn his throat out? He certainly didn't look like someone who was dead, but there was something off about him.
Sam came back, having gotten what he needed from his van. It turned out that what he had gone to get were ropes. He used them to tie Brigitte to the bedpost. He didn't know how much humanity Brigitte had left in her. She might get violent when she woke up.
"So the dead have risen." Said Ghost. "It is a sign that the end is coming. The end of the world of light and the beginning of my dark kingdom."
Sam turned to her, giving the strange girl a weird look. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Are you a zombie, or a vampire?" Ghost asked, ignoring his question.
"What?"
"You are the walking dead, aren't you?"
Sam just stared at her with a confused look. "Look, kid, I don't know what game you're playing, but this is not the time. Who are you anyway?"
Ghost smiled smugly. "I am Ghost, the Dark Queen of the Night."
Sam waited for her to say more, but she didn't. "Are you serious?" Ghost nodded. "Ok, then."
He turned back to Brigitte, deciding to worry about the strange girl later; Brigitte was his main concern. Ghost studied him for a moment before walking over to him and feeling his pulse.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
Ghost looked confused. "I don't understand. You have a pulse. But you shouldn't."
No it was Sam's turn to be confused. "Why shouldn't I?"
"Because you're dead."
Sam's mouth dropped open. "Dead? What? I'm not dead."
"But Brigitte said Ginger killed you."
Sam looked at the unconscious wolf-girl. Of course she had thought he had died. He'd had his throat torn out. He thought he'd been dead.
"Almost." He replied. "The virus works fast."
Ghost's eyes widened in understanding. She looked at Brigitte then back at him. "You're like her now."
Sam didn't reply, but he didn't need to. Now Ghost understood what had been off about him. He too was on his way of becoming a werewolf. She smiled. That meant she would have two Hell Hounds instead of just one. And this one was a boy too! That meant she could have even more.
'Now I get it.' she thought. 'No wonder Brigitte didn't want to mate with that other werewolf. Wolves mate for life, and Brigitte already had a mate. That's why she kept rejecting the other one.'
Sam got up from the bed. "I have some things to do. Watch her and let me know as soon as she's awake."
Ghost frowned. "Where you going?"
"To take some precautions." Sam replied, walking out of the room.
Ghost hesitated, looking back at Brigitte. She decided that she could leave the unconscious teen where she was. Right now she had to go and tame the new werewolf. Sam would learn who his master was, just as Brigitte had.
With a smirk, she ran out the door after Sam, leaving Brigitte tied to the bed.
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Brigitte's now yellow eyes flickered open as she crawled out of the depths of unconsciousness. Damn, she hurt all over. What had happened?
She reached up to rub her eyes, but something held her hands back. Confused, she looked at her hands and realized she was tied to the bed. Ok, why was she tied to the bed? She was turning into a werewolf, not being possessed by a demon.
That's when it all came back to her. The werewolf, Ghost, Alice, the basement. The last bit was a blur. A small part of her remembered begging for death. Then the only thing she could recall was pain.
Had Ghost or Alice saved her? They must have, there was no other explanation. And she couldn't exactly blame them for tying her to the bed; she had been in the middle of her transformation. Speaking of which, why did it stop? She hadn't gotten any monkshood, did she?
"So, you're finally up."
Brigitte tensed. She knew that voice. She shouldn't be hearing it, but she did.
Turning to the speaker, she emitted a low growl. "Go away, Ginger."
The older Fitzgerald sister just snickered. "Good to see you too, B." she said, taking a puff of her cigarette. She eyed her sister up and down. "You look like shit."
Brigitte sighed and laid back against the pillow. "Go away. Just leave me alone."
Instead, Ginger sat on the bed. "What do you mean, go away? I'm technically not even here." She took another whiff of her cigarette. "I'm just a figment of your fucked up little mind."
Brigitte remained silent. She didn't feel like talking to the hallucination of her dead sister. Ginger held her cigarette over her sister's head and tapped off the ashes. "What, now you're giving me the silent treatment? Think I'll just go away if you ignore me?" She bent down and spoke loudly in her ear. "News flash, Brigitte, I'm not going anywhere!"
Brigitte turned to her and growled in warning. This just made Ginger laugh. Tossing her cigarette aside, she grabbed Brigitte's chin and opened her mouth. "Will you look at that. Even after hours of painfully filing down your teeth, they're fangs again." Brigitte snapped at her and Ginger released her. "Life's a bitch, and now you are too. Well," she took a puff of her cigarette that was suddenly in her hand again, "almost."
Brigitte growled, struggling against her bindings. "You did this to me!"
Ginger raised an eyebrow. "Did I now? 'Cause I seem to remember you infecting yourself with my blood."
Brigitte growled and looked away. "Fuck you."
Ginger laughed. "Actually, I think you're the one that needs to get laid. Remember how much you wanted Tyler. You hated the bastard, but your body was rebelling against you. And you're going to hunger for blood as well. Soon you'll be just as out of control as I was."
Brigitte shook her head. "I'll never let it happen. I'm not a murderer."
Ginger snorted. "What? You think I wanted to be a killer? You can only fight the bloodlust off for so long, B. It's instinct. It happened to me, and it'll happen to you."
"No!" Brigitte snarled. "I'm stronger than you. I'm going too fight. I'm going to resist it. You didn't even try. You gave in. You even enjoyed it."
For a moment Ginger was silent. Then she leaned down t her sister and blew a cloud of smoke in her face. "And you will too. Soon enough."
And then she was gone. Brigitte was left alone, just as she really had been throughout the entire conversation. For a few minutes, Brigitte just laid there, breathing heavily. Then she let out a cry of rage and struggled against the ropes. The bedpost cracked slightly, but held her secure. She growled in frustration, wanting to be free. Was this what Ginger felt like when she was confined in the bathroom? Being trapped like this was infuriating. She wanted the kill something.
That halted her struggles. No, she didn't want to kill anything. Or so she told herself. No, scratch that again. She did want to kill something, she just didn't want to, want to kill something.
Taking a deep breath, she tried to relax herself. That was a mistake. Her sense of smell had gotten stronger. She could smell the others in this house, and she suddenly realized how hungry she was.
Her ear twitched as her now super sensitive ears picked up the sound of footsteps. Seemed like her angry outburst had attracted the others' attention. The door burst open and Ghost walked in. Upon seeing her, Brigitte's mind immediately screamed, "Food!"
Ghost smiled, seeing that Brigitte was awake. "Welcome back. How do you feel?"
She suddenly remembered her sister's words and felt like they were a very good way of describing how she felt. "Like shit."
Ghost's smile faltered. "That's probably because you're going against what nature intended for you. That cure was a mistake."
So she had been given the cure. But where did it come from? "How'd you get it?"
Now Ghost appeared angry. "That boy gave it to you."
Brigitte sat up. Boy? What boy? The only one she could think of was Tyler, and he was dead. "Who? What boy?"
Ghost crossed her arms. "The one who thinks he can stand against the forces of darkness. But he's wrong. Soon he will serve me, his Dark Mistress, as well."
Brigitte gave her a weird look. Why was she talking so strangely? Then it hit her and she sighed in frustration. "So you're mind's finally snapped. Just what I need." She sighed again. "Where's Alice?"
Ghost didn't show the slightest bit of emotion as she said, "Dead."
Brigitte's eyes narrowed. Alice was dead? But how? The werewolf had been killed before getting any of them. So how the hell did she die? "How?"
Still showing no emotion, Ghost said, "I killed her."
Brigitte's mouth dropped open in shock. "What? Why?"
The young blond just shrugged. "I couldn't let her get between us."
Brigitte snarled. "You stupid little bitch!" She struggled against the ropes, cracking the bedpost further. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Growling, she pulled against her bindings, snapping the bedpost. Without realizing what she was doing, she got into a crouching position. Ghost took a few uncertain steps back as Brigitte growled at her. Who knew what would have happened if the door hadn't burst open again, drawing Brigitte's attention.
"Brigitte, stop!"
Her eyes locked with the newcomer and widened in disbelief, startling her out of her blood-rage as she looked in shock at the boy she thought was dead. "Sam?"
(A/N: Chapter two draws to a close. Sorry for the cliffhanger. How do you think Brigitte is going to react? It'll be interesting, I can tell you that much. We'll also learn how he's survived and what he's been doing all this time. But enough about that. Who liked this chapter? I really liked the part with Brigitte and Ginger talking. So tell me what you think.)
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