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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: Sorry this took longer than usual. I had finals this week. But now I'm done. So here's the next chapter. We'll see more aggression from Sam, more werewolf symptoms from Brigitte, and more insanity from Ghost. Hope you like it.)
Chapter 6: Road Kill and Road Cop
And so they were on the road. Brigitte sat in the back of the van so she would remain hidden. Sam and Ghost sat in the front, the latter going on about how they couldn't outrun the darkness.
"Evil will never truly die." She was saying. "It'll just keep coming back. It must be tamed and controlled. Only I, the Queen of the Night, can do this. Only I can put a stop to Jason. But I'll need your help. You and Brigitte must give in to the darkness in your hearts and become what you're destined to be. Only then will you be a match for the untamed one."
Sam was quickly running out of patience. If he had to listen to Ghost ramble on about her nonsense any longer, he might just give in to his instincts and kill the girl.
'Don't think like that.' He told himself. 'You're not killing anybody... but maybe I'll just maim her- No, don't think like that!'
"The infinite void of darkness is all around us." Continued Ghost. "The beast that has crawled out of the void will keep coming. We must banish him to the deepest depths, where the darkness blends together and he can never find his way out again."
From the back, Brigitte banged against the wall. "Ghost, shut up! I can't stand your bullshit anymore!"
"It's not bullshit!" Ghost called back. "It's the truth. But you can't see it because you're human side is clouding your judgment."
"Ghost," Sam growled through gritted teeth, "our human side is the only thing that's stopping us from tearing you apart. Now will you please be quiet. I don't want to here anything else about the infinite darkness, or whatever you think is going on, because that's not what's happening."
Ghost cut her eyes at him. "So, now you know more than the Dark Queen? Fine, you tell me what's going on."
Sam sighed. He really didn't feel like going into the whole origin about the werewolves with the deranged girl, but if it would stop her psycho babbling perhaps he should tell her. Besides, Brigitte should know what he learned.
"Brigitte, can you hear me back there?"
"Loud and clear." She replied.
"Good, cause I'm about to tell both you and Ghost what I learned."
"About what?"
Sam rolled his eyes. "The Lycanthrope virus. I looked further into it. It pops up several times in history" He gave a snort of laughter. "Course, stories have been twisted over time. You know, all the Hollywood bullshit. Full moon doesn't have anything to do with the transformation, except it tends to amplify our aggression."
"Not to mention it makes us horny as hell." Brigitte muttered, too quietly for Ghost to hear, but Sam, with his wolf hearing, picked up what she said and blushed.
'That too.' he thought, trying not to think such thoughts. "It's basically just a virus that mutates the body and affects the mind in a way similar to rabies, just not to that level."
"The darkness builds up inside and consumes them body and soul." Said Ghost.
"It's not some fucking curse or force of darkness!" Sam snapped, his werewolf aggression taking hold of him. "It's a virus, plain and simple."
Ghost looked at him definitely. "Perhaps, but maybe that's only the how and not the why. Perhaps it was the forces of darkness that created the virus."
"Oh my God." Sam muttered irritably. "You can say that about anything. Perhaps AIDS was created by an evil sex god that wants to wipe out humanity."
Ghost actually appeared to think about it. "Perhaps." She muttered.
Sam took a deep calming breath. There was no talking to the girl. Guess that's part of what made her insane. "Ghost, new viruses appear all the time. Measles, hepatitis, polio, yellow fever. The werewolf virus just inspired all the horror movie crap. Where do you think the idea of demonic possession came from? It originated from mental diseases like split personalities and schizophrenia."
"A clever deception." Ghost told him. "The forces of darkness are using that as an excuse to make you think that it's all natural in order to hide their motives."
Sam gave up. "Whatever, but just to provide an argument, werewolves originated long before stories linking them to curses and the devil came around."
Ghost shook her head. "It's all a deception to keep mortals ignorant."
Sam sighed in aggravation. The girl was lost in her own little world and nothing, save lots of medication and psychotherapy, was going to help her. He rubbed his eyes, trying to remain calm.
"Watch out!" Ghost shouted.
Sam's eyes returned to the road, just in time to see his van hit a dark figure. He slammed on the breaks and the van spun out of control. Fortunately, they didn't get into an accident as the van came to a stop a few feet off the road.
"What the hell?" Brigitte cried.
Sam sat paralyzed at the wheel, having a sense of d�j� vu from when this whole nightmare started. Maybe history was repeating itself and he just took out Jason.
"We... we hit something." He muttered.
Ghost gave him a look. "Um, 'we'?"
Ignoring the psychotic girl, Sam got out of the van to see what he had hit. The smell of blood hit his nose and he picked up the tortured moans of whatever he hit. It certainly didn't sound like a werewolf.
"Great." He muttered, looking down at what he hit.
It was a deer. It was still alive, barely. There was no doubt that it was going to die, most likely, a slow and painful death. It would be better to put it out of its misery.
"The killing has begun." Said Ghost, observing the deer.
"It was an accident," Sam grumbled, "not a killing."
Ghost side. "Still making excuses. Still not ready to accept the truth."
'How the hell did Brigitte put up with her for so long?' he wondered.
Brigitte got out of the van and walked over to them. When her eyes landed on the deer, a hungry bloodthirsty look appeared in them. "Shit." She muttered.
"Sorry." Sam muttered. "I'll take care of it. I've got a shovel in the back."
As he walked over to the van, Brigitte continued to stare at the deer. Her fingers began twitching and her mouth trembled as she struggled to control herself. It had been awhile since she had eaten, and she was feeling very hungry. And now there was easy prey right before her, and she wanted to tear it up so badly.
Ghost looked at Brigitte, realizing that she was holding back. Smiling, she whispered to her. "It's ok, Brigitte. Go ahead. That's your meal."
Brigitte closed her eyes, trying to ignore Ghost's encouragements. It became that much harder when Ginger appeared, also trying to get her to give into her instincts.
"Listen to her, B. She's right. It's part of you. You know you want to. The thing's dying anyway. Either Sam bashes its brains out, or you can have some fun." She leaned in and whispered right in her sister's pointy ear. "Do it."
Sam was rummaging through his junk in the back, looking for the shovel. "Ah, here it is."
A loud snarl startled him and he turned around with the shovel raised. He received a shock as he saw that Brigitte had pounced on the deer and was tearing it apart with her teeth and claws.
"Oh shit." Sam muttered. "Brigitte, stop!"
Ghost grabbed his arm. "Don't stop her. It's in her nature."
Sam aggressively pulled his arm away. He grabbed Brigitte and pulled her away from the deer. Brigitte looked at him with eyes glazed over in bloodlust. Blood soaked her front and she had a piece of meat in her mouth. She growled at him, baring her fangs and Sam took a hesitant step back.
"Snap out of it!"
Brigitte continued to stare at him, but slowly humanity returned to her and realization slowly settled in. Her expression changed from angry, to confused, to horrified, then finally disgust. The piece of meat in her mouth fell out and she looked like she was about to faint.
"Oh God!" she cried.
She doubled over and vomited, expelling the little bit of blood and raw meat she had consumed. Sam grabbed her, helping her to remain on her feet.
"You ok?" he asked, then scolded himself for asking such a stupid question. She'd just ripped out the throat of a deer, of course she wasn't ok.
"I can't believe... I just... I just..." Her voice was trembling. She was clearly terrified of her actions. "I gotta get away."
She hurried over to the van, ducking behind it so she wouldn't have to see the deer, and rested against it, trying to control herself. The blood and meat tasted so good, and that's what was disgusting her, the fact that she liked it.
Sighing, Sam picked up the shovel and turned back to the deer. He lifted the shovel up and brought it down on the dying animal's head. Five times he hit it, sending blood spraying in all directions, until finally it stopped moving.
For a moment, he just stared at the dead deer. He could smell it, and it smelled... delicious. A few drops of blood had landed on his lips and he unconsciously licked them, savoring the taste, not even aware that he had just licked the deer's blood.
Ghost walked up beside him and gave him a smile. "You enjoyed that, didn't you?" Sam didn't answer, and Ghost's smile widened. "Next time use your teeth, you'll enjoy it more."
Sam whirled around, ready to scold the girl, but something caught his eye. He could see headlights down the road. Another car was coming. And here he was, speckled with blood, having just bashed a deer's brains out. And then there was the partly transformed Brigitte hiding behind his van.
"Great." He gave Ghost a warning look. "Don't draw any attention."
Hopefully the person would just pass them by and wouldn't be a good Samaritan, seeing if they were alright.
But as the car got closer, it began to slow down, almost as if it were preparing to pull over. Now that it was this close, Sam saw that it was a police car.
"You have got to be shitting me." he grumbled.
Why the hell was a cop way out here at four in the morning? Fate was just plain being cruel, having a good laugh at his expense.
"A minion of the light has come to stop us." Said Ghost. "He thinks he can stop the Dark Queen, but he will learn the error of his ways."
Sam glared at the so-called Dark Queen. "If you don't keep your royal mouth shut, your highness, you're going to get a royal spanking." He told her through clenched teeth.
The car came to a stop and the cop got out. He held up a light, shining it right in Sam's face. "What are you doing out here so late, son?"
'As if you're one to talk.' Sam thought, holding up his hand to block the light from his eyes. "Is there a problem?"
The cop raised an eyebrow. "Don't you know that there have been animal killings across the country? They're heading this way."
'Jason.' Sam thought angrily. The damned werewolf had been following him for weeks while he searched for Brigitte, killing whenever he pleased. So this cop was probably working a night shift, looking out for any type of dangerous animals.
"I'm not from around here." Sam told him. "Just passing through."
The cop continued to look at him suspiciously. "So late?"
"I keep odd hours. Just traveling across the country."
He was surprised he was able to come up with a story so fast. Now if only the cop would leave him be.
But no, he just moved the light from Sam to Ghost. "And her?"
Ghost held her chin up. "I am his mistress."
Sam's mouth dropped open. Why did she have to say that? It made him sound like a pedophile.
The cop turned the light back on Sam. "Care to explain this?"
Sam just waved it off. "My sister. She likes to think she's in charge."
"I am the Dark Queen!" Ghost declared. "He is my Hell Hound! Leave or I shall set him on you."
Sam looked back at the cop, giving him a 'see what I mean' look. But the cop's suspicion didn't decrease as he noticed the spots of blood on Sam's clothes.
"Why are you covered in blood?"
Sam motioned to the deer. "That ran out into the road and I hit it." He held up the shovel. "I was just finishing the job."
The cop moved the light to the dead deer. "I see." His eyes narrowed. "Looks like something was eating it."
'Who is this guy, Sherlock Holmes?' Sam thought angrily. "Really? I thought that was from when I hit it."
"It was Brigitte," said Ghost. "She got hungry."
Closing his eyes in frustration, Sam began muttering under his breath. "Shut up, Ghost. Shut up, Ghost. Shut up, Ghost!"
The cop turned to the van. "There's someone else."
"My girlfriend." Said Sam quickly.
"You mean mate." Ghost corrected him.
Sam gritted his teeth together. "She's a really heavy sleeper."
Praying that the cop would leave, Sam's hopes came crashing down as the cop walked over to the van, shining his light inside.
"I don't see anyone else." He said. But then he saw Brigitte's reflection in the mirror. "Ma'am, I'm going to need you to come out."
Brigitte tensed up, as did Sam. Dropping the shovel, he hurried over to the cop, hoping to distract him from noticing anything unusual about her. "She... uh... She doesn't-"
"I wasn't talking to you." said the cop warningly. "Ma'am, come out from behind there."
"No!" Brigitte snarled.
Sam silently swore, prating that Brigitte wouldn't lose control.
"Ma'am come out where I can see you." the cop ordered.
Brigitte growled, startling the cop. His hand drifted to his side, unbuckling his gun holder. "I'm not going to ask you again. Come over-"
Whack! The shovel slammed into the back of his head. The cop crashed against the van, and Ghost hit him again, knocking him to the floor.
"What the hell are you doing?" Sam cried. He bent down to the unconscious cop. A trail of blood was running down his head. "Fuck, why'd you do that?"
Instead of answering, Ghost brought the sharp end of the shovel down on the cop's throat. Sam grabbed the shovel and tore it out of her hands. "Stop it! What are you doing?"
He looked at the cop's neck. Blood was bubbling out of the gash on his neck. Ghost had hit his jugular. The guy was as good as dead. Drowning in his own blood, and there was nothing Sam could do for him.
"You fucking killed him." he whispered.
Ghost just gave the cop a disgusted look. "He dared to challenge us. He must pay the price for-"
Sam whirled around and grabbed the girl by her shirt, slamming her against the van. "Stupid little bitch! What is your fucking problem?"
Bloodlust had entered his eyes as he snarled at her. He was very close to ripping the girl's neck out.
Ghost was scared as Sam held her against the van, her feet dangling in the air. He looked like he was ready to tear her limb from limb.
"Why'd you do it?"
Ghost turned away, looking at Brigitte, who had come out from behind the van, but received no help from her. Brigitte looked furious as well. She turned back to Sam, her Dark Queen confidence gone as she trembled under his bloodthirsty gaze.
"I had to." She said. "All those that oppose the darkness must-"
Sam slammed his fist against his van, making a huge dent. "I have had enough of your psycho babble bullshit! You're nothing but a pain in the ass! If you do anything like this again..."
He didn't finish the sentence, but he didn't have to, his warning was clear. Ghost's mouth opened and closed a few times, but she seemed to have lost the ability to speak.
Brigitte walked up to them. She was angry with Ghost for killing the cop, but it didn't bother her as much as the other deaths she saw. Was she getting used to all the death, or was it because of how much she'd transformed?
She grabbed Sam's arm. "We don't have time for this. We need to go."
Sam looked like he still wanted to tear open Ghost's throat, but instead he aggressively tossed her aside. "Get in the fucking van. And I don't want to hear another word out of you about you fantasy world. You know what, just keep you damn mouth shut altogether until I say otherwise.
Ghost didn't argue. She got in the van and buckled her seatbelt, sinking low in her seat. Sam rested against the van, trying to control himself. This wasn't like him. It was the damn virus. It had been too long since he dosed.
He reached into his pocket and took out a syringe, injecting it into his arm. His bloodlust began to fade and he breathed a sigh of relief. He had to be more careful. He had been so worried about Brigitte he had forgotten about himself.
He turned to Brigitte, who was watching him with what seemed to be worry. He gave her a small smile and nodded that he was ok. She nodded back and got into the back.
"We're having a bad night." He muttered.
He was about to get into the van, but stopped. He bent down and took the cop's gun. Jason was still out there, and they needed this much more than the dead cop.
(A/N: I was particularly happy with the way this turned out. You know, you kind of have to feel bad for Ghost. She's so lost in insanity that she's driven to kill. And poor Brigitte she's losing control more and more, so is Sam. How much more can they take? Reviews please.)
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