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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: The suspense has ended. Time to see how Brigitte is going to react to finding out that Sam is alive. It's going to be interesting, so tell me what you think.)
Chapter 3: Reunion
Sam gave her an uncertain smile. "It's been awhile."
Brigitte blinked and shook her head. It couldn't be. He couldn't be alive. Ginger had killed him right in front of her. He couldn't be here. Not unless...
That's when it hit her and her shoulders sank in disappointment. Sam couldn't be here because he wasn't here. She was just hallucinating him, just as she did with Ginger. It was just another illusion, her humanity trying to hold onto something that kept her from becoming completely savage.
"Yeah, sure." She muttered. "Just go away."
Whatever response Sam had been expecting from her, it wasn't that. His smile vanished and his eyes narrowed in confusion. "What?"
"I'm tired of talking to illusions." Brigitte snapped. "First Ginger, now you. Next thing I know Pamela is going to appear with her motherly advice, or perhaps Trina will show up to point out that I'm literally going to be a bitch soon."
Sam gave her a strange look. "Brigitte, I'm not a hallucination."
She snorted. "Sure, sure, and I don't look like the Wolfman's girlfriend. It's hard enough dealing with this shit without seeing things that aren't there ever ten minutes."
"I'm not a hallucination." Sam repeated. "Just ask Ghost."
Brigitte rolled her eyes. "Ghost, is there a teenage boy in the room with us."
Ghost, who had been trying not to laugh, nodded. "Yup."
Brigitte nodded. "That's what I thought." She turned away. A second later, her head snapped back at them. "Wait, what?"
Ghost nodded again. "Yeah, he's right there." She said, pointing at Sam.
Brigitte looked back at Sam in disbelief. "Oh my God! Sam, you're here! You're... you're really here! How? When? This is..." She lost the feeing in her legs and collapsed on the bed, trying to comprehend this shocking discovery. "I thought you were dead."
Sam chuckled humorlessly. "I figured as much, or else you wouldn't have set your house on fire with me still inside it."
Brigitte felt her stomach drop out from beneath her. After she had burned Ginger's corpse beyond recognition, she'd set the house on fire, attempting to destroy all the evidence. Part of that evidence had been what she thought was Sam's corpse. But holy shit, he'd still been alive?
"I am so sorry." she said. "I should have checked."
Sam just waved it off. "I was laying half dead on the floor, then your sister bit my throat open. I can't exactly blame you for jumping to the worst-case scenario."
"But how the hell did you survive?"
Sam sighed. "I just remember passing out after she..." his hand went to his neck, "then I woke up to find the house on fire." Brigitte winced and he just shrugged. "I got a little burned, but healed completely in a few hours. Not even a scar."
Brigitte was still unable to put two and two together. "But how?"
Sam rolled his eyes, realizing that she wasn't picking up the hints he was giving out. He would have to tell her. He just hoped she wouldn't freak out too much.
"The virus apparently allows the body to heal very quickly during infection." He told her. "I assume it's to make sure the host survives based upon the way the virus spreads."
As he spoke, Brigitte remembered the night this whole nightmare started. Ginger had been torn apart by the werewolf that had attacked them. Large gashes and bites had been all over her body. She had been half-dead. Brigitte had been certain that her sister would die. Yet her wounds had healed from fatal gashes to bloody cuts in minutes, then to mere scratches a few hours later. In just a few short days, they had healed completely. It had been the same with the janitor. His throat had been torn open and he had been fatally wounded as well, yet he too had begun his recover after being infected, and probably would have healed completely if Ginger hadn't ripped his guts out.
Suddenly the truth hit Brigitte, and she reacted just as Sam feared she would. "Oh God, you're infected! Ginger infected you! Oh God, Sam, I'm so sorry! This is all my fault! I shouldn't have gotten you involved! Damn, this is so fucked up!"
"Brigitte!" Sam cried, grabbing her shoulders. "It's alright, calm down."
But Brigitte didn't calm down. She just continued rambling on about how she screwed up his life. But Sam wouldn't hear it. He already had his freak out session long ago, and had come to accept that this was his new life. He wasn't happy about it, but he wasn't going to blame anyone, not even Ginger. He was the one that had gotten himself involved with the situation.
"I've fucked up my life," Brigitte continued, "and now I've fucked up yours."
"You didn't fuck up my life." Sam insisted. "I fucked up my own. I came looking for you. I wouldn't let the situation drop. I knocked Ginger out when you had a plan. It was all me." He gave her a small smile. "Besides, I wasn't really doing anything with my life. All I did was cut class, smoked weed, and sell drugs."
"That's a much better life than this." She held up her hand, showing him her claws. "We're monsters!" She hesitated. "Well, not so much you, but look at me! I can't even go out anymore. I'm a fucking freak!"
She lashed out, knocking over a lamp. Animalistic rage filled her eyes as the urge to tears something to pieces returned. And unfortunately, that urge was directed, not at Sam, who was closer to her species, but at a werewolf's natural prey, the only human in the room, Ghost.
Sam noticed where Brigitte's hungry gaze was directed and he became worried. He too felt the urge to hunt for his natural prey, but he was able to resist it. Brigitte, on the other hand, was further along in her transformation, and the desire to kill was stronger.
"Hey!" Ghost cried as he grabbed her and threw her out of the room, locking the door.
Now that the source of her temptation was gone, Brigitte blinked and came back to herself, feeling disgusted when she realized what she had been thinking about doing. "Thanks." She muttered.
Sam nodded. "No problem. And don't worry so much. You don't look that bad."
She cut her eyes at him, not believing him for a second. Although she hadn't seen how much her features had changed since the other werewolf attacked, she knew that she looked even worse.
Spotting a mirror hanging on the wall, she marched over to it and gazed at her reflection. Her face visibly dropped as she took in her features. They were rather wolfish. Sure there some things she could do to help hide things. She could file down her claws and fangs, cut her ears so they weren't pointy, and try a few other things.
"Really." Sam insisted. "You can still go out in public. Some color contacts, some makeup. I don't think you need to worry about your hair color; but you can dye it if you want."
With a cry of rage, her fist smashed against the mirror. "No amount of makeup can hide this!" Brigitte shouted, pointing to her face, ignoring her bleeding hand.
Sam didn't say anything. He couldn't deny that there was no way to completely hide her wolfish features. But they could at least make it so she wouldn't be noticed from a distance.
And truth be told, his wolf side was finding hers rather attractive.
He shook his head. Now was not the time for those thoughts. He'd had sex on the brain a lot ever since he was infected. A symptom that Ginger had also shared, and Brigitte, no doubt, did as well. And now, in the presence of another one of his kind, the feeling was stronger.
Brigitte continued to glare at him. Then she noticed the lust in his eyes, which ignited her own. For several seconds they just stared at each other, then Sam broke eye contact. He had to get away from her before he did something he would regret.
"I... better go." He told her, struggling to control himself. "I... I have some things to... to finish. You just... I'll see you later."
He opened the door and Ghost fell down, having been listening in on their conversation. Sam merely glanced at her before hurrying out of the room, closing the door before Ghost could go back in.
Brigitte was left alone. With Sam's presence gone, Brigitte's lust faded, but she could still smell him, and she closed her eyes breathing deeply.
"So, your boyfriend's back."
Brigitte turned to glare at her sister, her lust forgotten as anger took its place. "You infected him!"
Ginger carelessly breathed out a puff of smoke. "So I did. You should be happy though, I tried to kill him. Guess I didn't tear him up enough."
Brigitte growled in a very animalistic way. "He was trying to help! Why'd you have to drag him into this?"
"Hey, B, you were the one who dragged him into this. I was perfectly fine with it being just you and me. But then you got involved with him and broke our pact. You chose him over me."
"I did not!" Brigitte snarled. "I was trying to help you, and he was trying to help me. We were both trying to fix you."
Ginger cocked her head to the side. "Aw, you were trying to help little old me? Suck it up, B. And don't even try to deny that there was nothing more between the two of you other than wanting to help me. A guy doesn't spend all his time with a girl, or risk his life for her, unless he wants something. The guy wanted you, he still does."
Brigitte growled. Even in death her sister was being overly protective. "He never made any advancements towards me."
Ginger shrugged. "It was just a matter of time. Seriously, B, had I not died or if I'd been cured, can you honestly say nothing was going to happen between the two of you?"
"Shut up!"
Ginger smirked. "No witty comeback? Guess that means I was right." She blew out a cloud of smoke. "I was going to let you keep him if you'd joined me. Why'd you think I went after him? He was the only thing that was standing between us. You had no friends, you didn't give a shit about our parents, all you had was him and me."
Brigitte glared at her sister. "So you thought that if you infected him, I would willingly want to get affected too, since I would have had nothing else in my old life."
Ginger gave her a false look of amazement and clapped her hands. "Wow, B, you're so smart. No wonder you skipped a grade." She took a puff on her cigarette and continued. "It seemed logical to me. We could have been one big happy family. I'd have had Jason, you'd have had Sam, we'd all be together. The Beasts of Bailey Down. Sounds wicked, right?" She frowned. "Of course, things didn't exactly work out. I still can't believe you managed to kill me with a knife alone. Then again, you did hit a major organ, and left the knife in there so I couldn't heal. Way to go, B."
Brigitte angrily lashed out at her sister. Her claws struck air as Ginger's form vanished.
"Over here."
Growling again, Brigitte turned back to the illusion of her sister, who was now on the other side of the room, sitting in a chair. "Go away!"
"I'm not really here!" Ginger said with a laugh.
Brigitte growled. Her whole body was trembling with rage and her muscles were tensing up. Her skin began crawling, and her body began aching. That's when it hit her.
She doubled over in pain. Her trembling wasn't from anger, it was from something else. Something that was happening much too soon.
Ginger raised an eyebrow. "Uh oh, looks like you're changing again."
A painful groan escaped Brigitte's lips as she rolled onto her back. "Sam." She called out weakly.
Her sister was suddenly lying beside her. "This far along, the change isn't slow and unnoticeable, but quick and painful. I'd say you have about 20 minutes top before your change is complete." She took a puff of her cigarette. "That's how long it took me when I reached this point."
"SAM!" Brigitte shouted, her voice sounding very low and broken.
The door burst open and Sam rushed in, seeing Brigitte twitch around on the floor as if she were having a seizure. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was happening. Her skin was moving, her body parts shifting, her features twisting. She needed more monkshood.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a syringe and fell upon her. He tried to inject her, but she was making it very difficult. Her body was bouncing around and she was snapping and snarling. Her claws dug into the wooden floor, making deep scratches in it as her head snapped side-to-side, animalistic snarls emitting from her mouth.
He managed to get the needle to pierce her skin, but a sudden movement caused it to snap. "Damn it, Brigitte, work with me here!"
"The darkness within her is spreading." Said Ghost from the doorway.
Ignoring her, Sam moved further up Brigitte's body, using his knee to hold her down. Brigitte snarled and her claws dug into his side, scratching deeply into his flesh. He gritted his teeth against the pain and held her head in place, sticking in her what was left of the needle and injecting her with the cure.
A sound between a hiss and a growl emitted from Brigitte and she thrashed about even more than before. Sam held her down so she wouldn't hurt herself, getting scratched up quite a bit in the process, but those would heal quickly; the one good thing about the virus.
Brigitte finally calmed down and her body relaxed, much to Sam's relief and Ghost's disappointment, the latter being upset since Brigitte didn't seem to have changed any further.
Now that the worst was over, Brigitte's mind came out of the place it had been hiding from the pain. She blinked a few times and looked up to see Sam holding her down, an empty syringe in his hand.
"Fuck," she muttered, "this really sucks."
(A/N: Poor Brigitte. She really in trouble. At least Sam is back to help her. As you can see, Ghost isn't helping the situation, but she's psychotic, so you can't really blame her. But things are going to get much worse, as you'll find out next chapter.)
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