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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: Patience pays off. And so, for your patience, I now reward you with the next chapter.)
Chapter 4: Another Werewolf
"What's up with all the boards?" Brigitte asked.
Feeling better, she had come downstairs to find all the windows boarded up and furniture in front of the door. Upon closer inspection, she saw that the boards on the windows had barbwire wrapped around them. She had a very bad feeling about this.
Sam hesitated before answering. "It's just a precaution."
"Against what."
But it was Ghost that answered. "The Dark Queen has many enemies. See how her faithful servants defend her."
Sam gave her a strange look then looked at Brigitte. "Ok, what's up with you're creepy little friend?"
Brigitte's eye twitched in irritation. She wasn't sure she could consider Ghost a friend. The little brat was only using her to fulfill her dark fantasies. "She's crazy."
"I noticed."
Brigitte shook her head. "I mean that literally. She can't tell the difference between fantasy and reality."
Sam looked back at Ghost, who seemed completely oblivious to the fact that Brigitte had just declared her to be insane. "You sure keep interesting company."
"My choices were limited." Brigitte growled. "You don't find the best of company at rehabilitation centers."
"Right," Sam muttered. "I was wondering about that. How'd you end up there?"
Brigitte sighed. "It's a long story. I OD'ed on the monkshood and woke up there."
Sam sighed. "I told you, it's safe in small doses."
Brigitte growled. "I was healing too fast!"
Sam raised an eyebrow, confused. "Uh, healing too fast?"
Rolling her eyes, she explained. "It was to test how much I was changing. The faster I healed, the further along my transformation was."
"Oh." Sam muttered. Why hadn't he thought of that? "That's a good idea, I should start keeping track."
Which made Brigitte realize something. "How are you still... you?"
"Care to elaborate?"
Brigitte tried to find the right words. "You're not... changed. At all."
Sam shook his head. "No, I changed, somewhat. Not my physical features that much, but I feel different."
"But where'd you get more monkshood?" Brigitte asked.
Sam shrugged. "Well, after you said your mom found some at that craft store, I went to every one I knew about." He walked across the room and picked up a briefcase. He opened it to reveal that it was full of syringes filled with liquid monkshood. "I've got three garbage bags full of the stuff in my van too."
Ghost slammed her fist against the wall. Sam and Brigitte turned to her, wondering why she was so angry.
"You'll doom us all!" she shouted.
Sam looked at Brigitte, who seemed equally as confused. "And how exactly did I do that?"
Ghost pointed at the briefcase. "Those that fight for the light will notice that you've taken all the monkshood. They'll come for us now."
Sam looked at her as if she were crazy then turned back to Brigitte. "Please tell me you know what kind of medication she was on."
To his dismay, Brigitte shook her head.
"That's not the only thing." Ghost continued. "You're going against what fate intended for you. That cure is from the world of light. We must remain in the darkness. You must embrace your destiny. Accept what you're meant to-"
"Ok," Sam interrupted, "can you just do us a favor and shut the hell up."
Ghost frowned, but didn't say anything else. It seemed that she would need to teach this one who the master was. In time he would learn to accept her as his Dark Queen.
"You mentioned my mom," Brigitte said quietly, "how is she?" A hesitant look passed over Sam's face. Brigitte didn't like that look. "Sam?"
He shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah, you see, she's, uh... in trouble."
Brigitte looked worried. "What kind of trouble?"
Nervously tapping his fingers on the table, he said, "She sort of... took the blame for Ginger's murders."
Brigitte was stunned. Her mother had taken the blame? Why?
Stupid question. She knew why. Because she was her mother. Now she really felt bad. Ok, so Pamela had been a nutty woman obsessed with her daughters growing up, and neither Brigitte or Ginger liked her much, but still...
"And my dad?" she asked, having a feeling she already knew the answer.
Sam shrugged, lighting a cigarette. "I didn't stick around. I sold as much weed as I could, got all the monkshood, and split. Been looking for you ever since."
Brigitte didn't know what to say to that. She couldn't begin to tell him how grateful she was for everything Sam had done for her. He had willingly gone out of his way, deliberately putting himself in danger to help her and her sister, asking for nothing in return. Even after he got infected, officially fucking up his life, he still came after her.
"I told you." said Ginger, suddenly appearing. "He wants to get in your pants." She smirked. "Maybe that's what you want too."
Brigitte growled, but her body grew hot with desire. She pushed those thoughts aside, trying to ignore her lust. "How'd you find me anyway?"
"Well," Sam said, smirking slightly, "you have experience in seeing how good one werewolf can track down another."
Brigitte knew he was referring to the werewolf that had wanted to take her as his mate. "Now I wish I hadn't covered my tracks so well. You would have found me sooner and I wouldn't be in need of serious plastic surgery right now."
The opportunity had presented itself. Which was good because Sam didn't know how he was going to break the news to her. Now was as good a time as any.
"Yeah, well, you were also on the run from another werewolf. You were right to try to cover your tracks. I had a few problems myself... and I don't mean my own."
It took Brigitte a moment to realize what he said. "What do you mean, not your own."
Time to drop the bomb. "After I knocked out your sister, you said that the cure worked, but you had to use it on someone else. Remember who?"
Brigitte nodded. "Yeah, Jason McCartey. Ginger, she... um, had unprotected sex with him and infected him."
"Yeah, I looked into that." Sam explained. "The virus is a way for the werewolf species to grow. I think that it's transmitted through sex so when an infected person chooses a mate, they can infect them and reproduce."
Brigitte shrugged. The theory seemed logical. "Makes sense."
"And it was him you used the cure on?"
Brigitte nodded again. "Yeah, so?"
Sam hesitated for a moment. "Well, you do know that shit's not really a cure."
"Yeah, it only slows down... the... process..." That's when the truth hit her. "Oh fuck! He was still infected after the first dose."
Sam nodded. "And had no idea about the monkshood."
Brigitte was afraid to ask her next question. "How far along is he?"
"Um, complete."
"Shit."
Ghost's eyes lit up. A third werewolf. Now she would have three. Her army was already growing.
Oblivious to Ghost's dark thoughts, Sam nodded. "Shit is right. Deep shit. Real deep shit." He breathed out a cloud of smoke. "And we're in it."
That didn't sit well with Brigitte. "Why do I get the feeling that the shit you're referring to isn't the two of us changing?"
Sam laughed humorlessly. "Yeah, that shit is bad enough, but the shit I'm referring to his Jason."
Brigitte didn't see the problem. Yes, another werewolf on the loose was bad, but Bailey Down was far from here. "How's he our problem?"
An annoyed look passed over Sam's face. "Because the bastard's after us."
Ghost became even more excited, glad that her other Hell Hound was willingly coming to her. Brigitte on the other hand was feeling quite different. "Why the fuck is he after us?"
"Oh gee, I don't know." Sam muttered sarcastically, "maybe because you killed his mate."
Brigitte's blood ran cold. "How's he know it was me?"
"He didn't, not at first." Sam told her. "But he eventually stopped by the Halloween party at some point, and tracked down Ginger's scent into my room. Oh, you do know that Ginger tried to seduce me that night, right?"
A low growl emitted from Brigitte. "I know."
Sam ran his hand through his hair. "Yeah, well, her scent was still in the room, and he picked up arousal from it. That got him pretty pissed. He tracked me down and demanded to know why she was with me." He took a puff of his cigarette. "He was about as far along as you are now. I tried to help him, to explain things, about you, me, Ginger. And that's when he realized that the burned remains of what the police thought was a large dog was actually Ginger."
"No wonder he's mad." Said Ghost. "Wolves mate for life. You killed his."
"Not just his mate." Said Sam. "At the Halloween party, when you cut her, he smelled something in her blood. Apparently Ginger was pregnant."
Brigitte felt like she had been hit with a weight. "She... she was..."
"Carrying his pups." Said Sam. He gave her a look. "You shouldn't be that surprised. You were the one that announced to the whole school that she was ovulating."
Brigitte gulped. Along with her research on werewolves, she had looked into regular wolves as well. And wolves were fiercely protective of their pack, especially their young. If this was true for regular wolves, it was safe enough to assume that werewolves would react in a very similar way. And she had just gone and killed Jason's mate and unborn pups.
"What happened?" she asked nervously.
Sam raised an eyebrow. "What'd you think happened? How would any wild animal act in that situation? He went ballistic. Said he was going to kill you and me." He paused for a moment. "I didn't tell him you killed her. He figured that out."
Brigitte cursed her luck. She finally got rid of one werewolf just to end up with another on her ass. When was she going to get a fucking break? "What'd you do?"
Sam chuckled humorlessly. "I got him with a dose of the monkshood and took off. He's been chasing me ever since." He took a puff of his cigarette. "I tried fighting back, but werewolves aren't that easy to kill. And apparently silver does absolutely jack shit."
"You tried silver?" asked Ghost.
Sam nodded. "It doesn't even slow down their healing. So I decided to try something else the next time he comes."
"What?" asked Brigitte.
Sam put out his cigarette and walked over to the wall, picking up a rifle that was leaning against the wall. He picked it up and opened it, making sure it was still loaded.
"Hopefully this will do the trick." He said.
"It won't work." Said Ghost. "Creatures from the dark beyond can't be destroyed by mortal weapons."
Sam rolled his eyes, while Brigitte, having known Ghost longer, was more understanding, but her tone sounded slightly impatient. "They worked fine on my sister and the other one."
"Because it was done by your hand." Ghost replied. "Your own dark powers were what destroyed them."
Brigitte growled, ready to snap at the girl, but Sam beat her to it. "Look, kid, I understand that you're not right in the head, but there's no dark beyond that's taking over the world of light. Brigitte and I are not creatures of darkness fated to become destroyers oh humanity, we just have this really fucked up disease. And you are not the Dark Queen, meant to rule all over beings of the night."
Ghost looked at him with a neutral expression on her face, though her eyes held challenge in them. "You are still young in your transformation, so your mistress shall forgive you." she said. "You will soon learn your place."
With that said, she walked away. Sam shared a frustrated look with Brigitte. Patience wasn't one of a werewolf's qualities.
But Ghost was right about one thing. Killing a werewolf was no easy task.
(A/N: Ok, I know that the was a lot of talk that it was Jason who was the werewolf in the second movie, and it probably was, but since it was never officially proven, we'll just have it be another one for the sake of this story, which I hope you're all enjoying. Reviews help encourage me and let me know just how much you're liking it. Hint, hint.)
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