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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: Things get rather interest in this chapter. More psycho talk from Ghost, more aggressiveness lust from Brigitte, and Sam too. Not to mention a mean yet funny interruption from Ginger.)
Chapter 5: Howls in the Night
They needed to go shopping. Out of the little food in the house, they only had enough for a couple of days. Unfortunately, there wasn't any meat, which had become the biggest part of Sam and Brigitte's diet, the less cooked the better.
But shopping was going to have to wait. It was the middle of the night and, aside from the fact that most places were closed, werewolves were nocturnal creatures, meaning Jason was more likely to attack and it was safer inside the barricaded house.
Brigitte was getting fidgety. Being a predator, she didn't like feeling like prey. She wanted to be the hunter, not the hunted.
She glanced at Sam, who was sitting by the window with the rifle, keeping lookout. There was really no need, since they could sense the presence of their kind, and it was unlikely for them to get a human visitor this late.
As she looked at him, she couldn't help but admire his body. He was well toned, and handsome. She'd had sex on the brain ever since she'd gotten infected. She'd always found him attractive, but now her wolf side was finding his wolf side to be even more alluring.
Her claws dug into the wall, making scratch marks. She needed a distraction from both Sam and the possibility of Jason attacking.
Getting up, she walked over to Ghost. "What are you drawing?"
Ghost smiled and passed her drawing to Brigitte. "A vision of the future."
Confused, Brigitte took the drawing. "A vision of the future?"
She looked at the picture. There was a blond girl dressed in black, wielding a scepter. Skulls and gore were piled around her feet. But she wasn't alone. She was pointing at people fleeing from her, but two werewolves were cutting off their escape. And attacking these people were several werewolf pups.
Brigitte blushed when she realized what Ghost meant by a vision of the future. But her embarrassment quickly turned to fury and she crushed the drawing in her fist, then slammed it on the table, cracking it.
"Do you think this is a joke?" she demanded, startling Ghost. "Is this a fucking game to you? People are dying, Sam and I are suffering, and you're lost in your own fucking world!"
Ghost backed away, fearing Brigitte's wrath. That just made Brigitte want to tear the girl apart even more.
"Do not fear your future." Said Ghost. "And don't be upset with the deaths of those humans. They are weak mortals, whose death is inevitable. Not like us, we're eternal. They're nothing compared-"
"SHUT UP!" Brigitte bellowed, punching a hole through the wall to match the one she had made earlier. "SHUT UP, SHUT UP! God, I can't stand you're psychotic bullshit anymore!" She grabbed a handful of Ghost's shirt. "If you say one more fucking word about this fucked up fantasy of yours-"
"Brigitte!" Sam said warningly. "Let her go."
Brigitte blinked, coming back to herself. She looked into Ghost's terrified face and suddenly felt guilty. She felt her anger drain away. Not completely, but enough to not want to gouge the girl's eyes out. She released her and turned to walk away.
Ghost relaxed when Brigitte let her go. She should have known that her servant would never be able to harm her mistress. She needed to be more assertive. It was time these two dogs learned who the master was.
"Save your aggressiveness for your prey." She said, her voice holding warning. "And if you speak to me like that again, I shall deny you blood."
Brigitte's anger hit a breaking point. "That's it!"
She turned around and lunged at Ghost. Sam jumped in her path and grabbed her before she reached the surprised girl. Brigitte tried to fight him off, wanting desperately to dig her claws into Ghost's neck.
"Brigitte, calm down!" Sam cried.
"I'll tear her fucking throat out!" Brigitte snarled. "Let me go, God damn it!"
"Get out of here!" Sam shouted at Ghost.
She blinked and decided to do what he said. But even when she left, Brigitte continued to react violently, determine to hunt Ghost down.
"I'll kill the little bitch!" she shouted.
"No you won't." Sam said loudly, struggling to hold onto her; being further along in her transformation, she was stronger than he was. "You're not thinking clearly! This isn't you!"
"Let go!"
Her claws slashed his cheek. Sam's own fury ignited. His wolf side was now determined to gain dominance over the female, demanding her submission. He brought her to the ground, pinning her there as she tried to roll him off her.
"Get the fuck off me!"
"Stop moving!" Sam snarled, his voice going deep.
But Brigitte continued to struggle. She bared her fangs at him and growled in a very wolfish manner. This only aggravated Sam further. He held her arms down and looked her right in the eye.
"Submit!" he cried, not sure why he chose to use that word.
Brigitte winced at his harsh tone. Her struggles stopped and she let out a small whimper.
Not wanting to take the chance that she would go off again, Sam continued to hold her down, but his expression relaxed and the challenge in his eyes faded.
"Better?" he asked.
Brigitte nodded. "Yeah, thanks."
Back to normal, and glad that she hadn't hurt anyone, she breathed a sigh of relief. That was a mistake, because she ended breathing in Sam's scent. Awareness set in as she noticed their intimate position. Desire shot through her and she had to struggle not to attack him in a very different manner.
Sam noticed the differences in her. The change of her scent, the look in her eyes, the expression on her face, these were the factors that brought him to the realization that had just came to Brigitte.
'Oh shit.' He thought, struggling to control himself. It was hard enough to stay away from her, but in this position, it was damn near impossible to hold himself back.
Brigitte's face slowly inched closer to his as she breathed in his scent, sighing lustfully. Her bottom lip trembled in anticipation as she slowly got closer, a hiss escaping her lips.
"Brigitte..." he whispered warningly, knowing that if she continued he wouldn't be able to stop.
She shifted beneath him a bit, bringing herself even closer to him. His hands moved from holding her wrists to interlocking their fingers, the feeling of her claws scrapping the back of his hands turning him on even more.
"So, it's finally happening."
It was only Brigitte that heard the voice, and it belonged to Ginger, providing a minor, yet extremely annoying distraction from Sam.
"I told you he wanted to fuck you." said Ginger, sounding smug. "At least you're still attractive in his eyes, wolf girl. You going to go Discovery Channel on me and demonstrate how werewolves fuck?"
Brigitte was beyond the point of caring that they had an audience, especially since Ginger wasn't really there. She was horny as hell, and the proof that Sam was as well was digging into her hip.
She was about to take it further when it happened. And it really pissed her off. Why at all possible times did it have to be now?"
"Looks like your little love fest has to be put on hold." Ginger told her, snickering.
Sam noticed it too and immediately climbed off Brigitte. "He's here." he said, angry that Jason couldn't have waited at least an hour longer, yet at the same time relieved that they were interrupted before they did something they would regret.
A howl echoed through the night, announcing the presence of the other werewolf. It was not far off.
"Ghost!" Brigitte shouted. "Ghost, get your ass out here!"
The door opened and Ghost poked her head out. "What?"
Sam clicked off the safety on the rifle. "We have company."
Rather than becoming worried, Ghost's eyes lit up with excitement. "He's here?" She went to go look.
"He's close. He could attack at any- get away from the window, you idiot!"
Ghost jumped back. "Why?"
The look on Sam's face showed that he couldn't believe that she had asked such a stupid question. Neither could Brigitte. "Why do you think?" she snapped. "There's a fucking werewolf outside. You want your throat torn out?"
From the look on her face, the thought had never occurred to her, and she smiled smugly. "Don't worry, he won't hurt me."
Fed up with Ghost's nonsense, Brigitte grabbed a fire-poker and turned away. "Fine, get torn to shreds for all I care."
Another howl echoed through the night, this one right outside.
The three of them froze, listening to the sounds of the night, trying to find out where the werewolf was. Disregarding Sam and Brigitte's warnings, Ghost went back over to the window and looked outside, seeing nothing but black.
"I can't see anything." she said.
Brigitte glanced at her and shook her head, unable to believe how stupid the girl was being. Sam completely ignored the blond, trying to make his vision focus. His night vision had greatly improved since he was bitten, but it wasn't as good as Brigitte's yet.
"Brigitte, you see anything?" he asked.
Brigitte blinked. She could see as clearly at night as she could during the day, but saw no trace of Jason. "Nothing." She sniffed, picking up his scent. "But I can smell him."
Sam sniffed too. He didn't pick up Jason, his sense of smell not yet at Brigitte's level, but it did pick up the smell of blood. Apparently Jason had made a kill on his way up here; hopefully nothing human.
"I'm going to check around back." He said. "Call me if you see anything."
Ghost pressed her head against the boarded window, careful to avoid the barbwire. The boards were greatly restricting her vision. She understood that Sam had put them up for safety reasons, but they were being a nuisance now. How were they even supposed to know where the werewolf was if they couldn't-
CRASH!
Broken glass and wood went flying as Jason in full werewolf form slammed into the window, snarling and snapping. Ghost screamed and jumped away, but something held her back. Her hair was caught in the barbwire, Jason's snapping jaws inches away from her as he tried to get through the window.
"Brigitte!" she screamed.
Snarling, Brigitte hurried over to Ghost, trying to untangle her hair. She hissed as the barbwire cut into her hand. Spotting Brigitte, Jason growled and began clawing at the boards, snarling as the barbwire and broken glass sliced his snout and paws.
"SAM!" Brigitte shouted.
She racked her claws across Jason's nose, leaving deep gashes. Jason roared and lunged at her. His jaws clamped down on her arm. Brigitte howled and bite his muzzle, glad that she hadn't filed her teeth down yet.
Jason yelped and released her arm. But Brigitte was more reluctant to let go of him, and she tore away a mouthful of flesh, the taste of Jason's blood igniting her own bloodlust.
Turning his attention back to Ghost, Jason lunged at her, his jaws coming down on her hair still caught on the barbwire. Ghost screamed as Jason pulled, her hair being torn out of her scalp.
"Oh shit!"
Sam had finally come back. He hurried into the kitchen and grabbed a knife. Running back over to the others.
"Hold her still!" he cried.
That was easier said than done as Ghost, her head now outside, was trying to pull free from Jason, who was thrashing about. Sam took the knife and cut through her hair. Jason fell backwards, away from the window, as did Ghost, her hair much shorter and extremely uneven.
With a cry of fright, she through herself at Brigitte and began weeping. Brigitte held her close, torn between her human side wanting to comfort the girl and her wolf side who wanted to finish what Jason had started.
"That is why I told you to stay away from the windows." Sam growled.
Ghost didn't seem to hear him as she continued to cling to Brigitte. "He's not like the others." She said. "He's uncontrollable. He has a never-ending bloodlust. He's challenging me for leadership."
As Ghost continued to babble nonsense, Sam crept over to the window and peered out. There was no sign of Jason, but he knew the werewolf was still out there.
"He's a physical manifestation of darkness itself!" the hysterical girl continued. "He doesn't want to rule, just destroy!"
"Shut up!" Sam snapped at Ghost.
Something slammed against the door. Even the couch in front of it trembled with the force of impact. Jason snarled and rammed the door again, opening it the slightest bit.
"Fuck!" Sam shouted, running over to the door.
He pushed against the couch, pushing the door shut again, only to be met by another impact as Jason slammed against the door again, this time opening it some more.
Abandoning her attempts to comfort Ghost, Brigitte ran over to Sam and helped him push the door closed. Jason rammed the door a few more times before he seemed to decide that he couldn't get in that way.
He tried to go through the window he had tried to get into the first time, this time making it halfway in. Ghost screamed and ran into the basement, closing the trapdoor above her, leaving Brigitte and Sam alone. Brigitte grabbed the fire-poker she had dropped earlier and brought it down over Jason's head. Jason growled and snapped at her again, but she repeatedly hit him, not letting him get inside any further.
This gave Sam enough time to retrieve his rifle. He pointed it at Jason and took aim. "Brigitte, move!"
She didn't need to be told twice. She jumped back and Sam fired. He blew off Jason's ear. The werewolf howled in pain and retreated back outside. Sam fired again, the bullet going right through the wall. Jason yelped both Sam and Brigitte caught the heavy scent of blood, then all was quiet.
The two of them stood there, breathing heavily. They shared a nervous look before Sam slowly made his way over to the window. The boards had all been torn down, leaving an opening now big enough for Jason to get through.
Carefully, Sam poked the gun out through the window. Jason jumped up, biting the gun. It went off, but the bullet hit nothing as Jason's fangs bit into it. Sam refused to let go and was almost pulled out the window.
Brigitte hurried over to them and stabbed Jason with the fire-poker. He snarled and released the rifle. Sam fell back and the rifle went off again.
"Damn it, watch where you're aiming!" Brigitte snapped.
Sam sat up. "I didn't mean to." He glanced at the rifle. "Shit."
The rifle was all bent out of shape and crushed from Jason's powerful jaws. It wouldn't even fire. The bullet that he had just shot, the one Brigitte had complained about, never even left the barrel. The gun was useless now.
With a loud snarl, Jason attempted to get through the window again, his entire upper body making it inside. Brigitte beat him with the fire-poker again, but this time Jason caught it in his jaws.
Sam jumped up. So maybe the rifle wasn't completely useless. He hit Jason on the head with the butt of the gun. It took four more hits before Jason pulled back, taking the fire-poker with him as he abandoned his attempts to get through the window.
"Damn it, you weren't kidding." Said Brigitte. "He is pissed. Not even Ginger or the other one was this aggressive."
Several boards on the other window flew off as Jason attempted to get through this one.
"Son of bitch." Sam muttered.
He grabbed the knife he had used to cut Ghost's hair and ran over to Jason, lashing out with the knife. The werewolf snarled, snapping his jaws at Sam whenever he stabbed forward. His jaws clamped down on Sam's hand, trapping both his hand and the knife in his mouth.
"Fuck!" he shouted. "Brigitte, get me a syringe!"
She didn't appear to hear him. Her eyes were glazed over in bloodlust as she growled at Jason attempting to drag Sam out the window. She looked ready to pounce on the werewolf herself.
"Brigitte, a syringe!"
Coming back to reality, she shook her head. She wasn't sure why he wanted the monkshood now, surely not because he was bitten, but did as he asked, retrieving a syringe from the briefcase.
Sam snatched it out of her hand and jammed it in Jason's eye. The werewolf howled in pain, releasing Sam's arm as the cure was injected into his system. He retreated outside again and began pawing at his face, knocking the needle out.
For a moment he just stood there, trembling and whimpering. While the cure couldn't do anything for his transformed state, it did still have an affect on his bloodlust. He whimpered like a hurt dog and ran off, disappearing into the woods again.
Sam collapsed, leaning against the wall to support himself. It was far from over, he knew that. He hadn't been able to kill Jason, but at least he had bought them a couple hours. But when Jason attacked again, he would be twice as angry.
They had to run. Get away from Jason while he was hurt and put some distance between them so they could prepare for when he struck again.
"You ok?" Brigitte asked.
He noticed her looking at his bloody hand. "What, this? Don't worry about it, he's done worse. It won't even leave a scar." He noticed Brigitte nursing her own wound, licking at it like the animal she was becoming. "What about you?"
"I'm fine." She said, hiding her injury from him. "It'll heal in a few hours."
And that was not a good thing.
(A/N: Pretty intense, huh? Who liked the interaction between Sam and Brigitte? They're behaving more and more like animals all the time. Too bad they were interrupted. Twice. Ghost may be psychotic, but her prediction doesn't seem to be a complete fantasy. Where will things lead from her? You'll have to keep reading to find out. And let me know how I'm doing. Encouragement really helps.)
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