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Chapter List
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(A/N: Hello everybody. Before I get started, I was asked why Brigitte and Sam had to bring Ghost with them instead of just dumping her somewhere. Well, aside from the fact that she's an important character in the story, Brigitte and Sam can't just abandon her, especially since she's psychotic. Besides, they don't want her talking to anyone about them. Yes, she's making things difficult for them, but if they weren't around to keep her in line, who knows what she would do, she has killed before. Ok then, now for this chapter. We'll be seeing a lot more of Sam and Brigitte's desires taking over them. Just wait and see what happens between them. Read on.)
Chapter 7: Emotional Moment
Ok, so maybe a motel wasn't the best place to stop, but Sam was about to fall asleep at the wheel. At least the area wasn't too heavily populated. And the town wasn't too far off, so they could get more supplies. Sam figured that they had a few days before Jason found them again. That would give them some more time to prepare.
Sam returned to the van with the key to the room. "Come on, we're in room 4."
Ghost gave him a look of disapproval. "There are too many people here. We can't let Brigitte be seen."
"Gee, thanks." Brigitte muttered, climbing out of the back, wearing a coat with the hood up to hide herself.
Sam had gotten them one room, not wanting to split them up. There were only two beds, but he was willing to sleep on the couch. He was too tired to give a damn where he slept anyway.
Ghost eyed the room curiously, looking at the two beds. "I don't think you and Brigitte can fit in that bed together."
Brigitte gave Ghost a look of disbelief. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Well, I guess you can push the two beds together. I can sleep on the couch."
"I'm sleeping on the couch." Sam muttered, stifling a yawn. He collapsed on the couch. "Please don't go wondering around-" yawn "-without me."
And he was out.
Ghost frowned. She had been hoping that her two Hell Hounds would mate. She wanted to see their evil spawn and watch as they tore apart the town's residence as they fed their young.
Brigitte, in the meantime, was giving herself another dose of monkshood. Ghost pouted when she saw the wolf girl injecting herself with the cure.
"You shouldn't use that?" she said. "It's against nature's natural order. You should embrace your-"
Brigitte crushed the empty syringe in her hand. "Damn it, Ghost, will you shut up. This is not my fucking destiny. I don't want to become a werewolf, and I'm going to do all I can to stop it. So just shut up about it."
Ghost shut her mouth. She decided that Brigitte was still having trouble accepting her destiny. Words alone weren't working, maybe she had to actually do something.
'My dark powers have yet to surface, so I can't use my magic yet.'
"I'm going to shower." Said Brigitte.
Ghost gave her a hopeful look. "Can I bathe you?"
Brigitte slammed her fist against the wall, making a dent. "I'm not your fucking dog!"
She stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door. Ghost sat on the bed, pouting. She glanced at the sleeping Sam. She wondered if she woke him up and told him that Brigitte was in the shower he would give into his temptation and claim Brigitte as his.
'No, better leave him be. He's done his work well, now he must rest. There will be time later for other things.'
In the bathroom, Brigitte was removing her bloodstained clothes, examining the changes in her body.
"Fuck." She muttered, getting a good look at it for the first time.
Her tail had grown, it was little over a foot long. Her skin had slightly changed color and had hair, or fur, growing in places it shouldn't be on a woman. She also noticed for the first time that her body was hunched over slightly, her back at a bit of a curve.
"I'm the fucking hunchback of Notre Dame's girlfriend."
She ran her hands down her stomach, touching her extra four nipples. If Ghost saw them she would no doubt say something like soon her and Sam's pups would be feeding from them.
A fresh surge of lust hit her as her thoughts turned to Sam sleeping in the other room. She hoped she would be able to hold herself back from pouncing on him. Her body was screaming for her to engage in sexual activity, and it was even more tempting than the urge to kill Ghost.
"You keep the best of company." Said Ginger. "Someone you want to fuck, and someone you want to kill." Brigitte growled, but Ginger just chuckled. "I suggest killing Ghost first, then doing Sam right afterwards in her spilled blood."
Brigitte was unable to keep the vision out of her head. Her and Sam, covered in Ghost's, having just killed her, rolling around in ecstasy as they gave into their bodily desires. Her lust intensified at the gory erotic image. God, when had such perverted thoughts become a turn on for her?
"It's because they both feel good, B." Ginger explained. "I told you, the killing feels as good as touching yourself. Imagine that feeling while getting fucked at the same time."
"Shut up!" Brigitte snarled. She needed to keep her mind focused.
She got in the shower and turned it on, letting the cold water cool her off. When her lust faded, she turned the heat up and began to wash the blood and dirt from her body. She looked down at the red water, watching it go down the drain. Oh, if only her problems could be washed away like the blood, making it so it was never there. But no, that wasn't going t happen. This was her life, and she would have to live it. She had no other choice.
A sob came from her and she realized that some of the water running down her cheeks were tears. She was crying. She had thought she had forgotten how to cry.
Then it hit her. All the pain, the depression, the sadness, all of it came crashing down. The death of her sister, the loss of her old life, the infection of Sam, the killings of the innocents, the loss of Ghost's sanity. It brought forth a wave of sorrow unlike anything she ever felt, and soon she was openly weeping.
She wasn't sure how long she sat there crying, but the water eventually ran cold. She turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. She was glad that there was no Ginger there; she couldn't deal with her dead sister now.
Grabbing a towel, she dried off and wrapped it around herself. That was when she realized that she had no clothes other than the bloodstained ones she had just taken off.
"Fuck." She muttered.
Opening the bathroom door, she poked her head out. Ghost was sleeping in one of the beds, and Sam was out like a light on the couch.
With a small growl, she hurried over to the bed and got under the covers, dropping the towel on the floor.
"Hiding under the covers isn't going to hide you from the monster." Ginger told her.
Brigitte just wrapped the blanket around herself some more. "Go to Hell."
Ginger just smirked. "Maybe I did. I don't know. What do you think happens to those like us?"
"Does it matter?" Brigitte asked. "We're in our own Hell the minute we're infected."
She received no reply from her sister and soon fell asleep.
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Sam slowly woke up from his deep sleep. Groaning, he rubbed his eyes and looked around. Ghost was already awake, watching Brigitte. When she realized Sam was awake too, she nodded at the wolf girl.
"She's been going on like that for awhile."
Sam gave her a confused look. "Going on like what?"
But his question was answered when Brigitte snarled and thrashed around in her sleep. It didn't take a genius to figure out that she was having one hell of a nightmare. He'd had his own share of them since all this shit started.
Getting up, he walked over to Brigitte's bed. She was completely under the covers, wrapped in a tight cocoon like a caterpillar becoming a butterfly. That thought made him worry. What if Brigitte really was becoming something else beneath those sheets, and it definitely wasn't a butterfly.
"Brigitte."
He pulled the blanket off her and his mind went blank. Brigitte was sleeping nude! He didn't know why it surprised him, none of them had a change of clothes. He would later realize they would need to get some clothed for each of them. He couldn't think of that now because there was no blood in his head, at least not the head he thought with, and he had to fight the urge not to fall upon her right then and there, regardless of Ghost being in the room.
And speaking of Ghost, she was watching the scene with interest. She kept glancing back and forth between the two expectantly, waiting for something to happen.
"Go on." she said. "Take her. Show her who the alpha male is."
Her words snapped Sam out of his trance. He shook his head and looked back at the sleeping Brigitte. It was then that he noticed that her bed was torn up, shredded by her claws as she recklessly thrashed about.
"Brigitte." He said quietly, trying to wake her.
He gently reached down and shook her slightly. Brigitte's yellow eyes snapped open and she gasped in fright, lashing out with her claws.
"Whoa, Brigitte, it's me! It's me!"
Brigitte blinked a few times, slowing coming out of the affects of her nightmare. "Ginger?" she asked, sounding almost desperate.
Sam shook his head. "No, she's... not here..."
Brigitte rubbed her eyes and seemed to wake up fully. A look of heartbreak crossed over her face as she realized where she was, and who wasn't with her.
"Oh, Ginger."
She made a sobbing sound. Sam wanted to comfort her, but in her state of undress, of which she didn't seem to be aware of yet, he didn't think it was appropriate. Nor did he think he would be able to hold himself back if he embraced her.
Instead, he just asked, "You ok?"
Brigitte glared at him, angry tears in her eyes. "Do I fucking look ok?"
"Tell us your dream." Said Ghost, curious about the gory dreams her demonic servants had.
Brigitte wiped her eyes. "I dreamed of me and Ginger. It was a long time ago, the 18th century, I think. We were brought to some fort, and Ginger was bit by this wolf boy, and she started changing. Oh God, it was her turning all over again. And then the wolves came and killed everyone. I had to kill Ginger, but I couldn't. No, I couldn't."
She looked on the verge of tears. Sam sat on the bed and rested a hand on her shoulder, not daring to touch her any more. "It's ok, it's over now."
"Yes," said Ghost, "you're in the arms of your mate now."
Brigitte growled softly. "When will you give it a rest?"
That was when she realized just how close she and Sam were, and how naked she was. With a squeak, she jumped away from Sam and wrapped the blanket around herself.
"Perv!" she yelled. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Sam stepped away from the bed, holding his hands up. "Hey, you're the one who decided to sleep naked."
"My clothes were all bloody!"
"That's not my fault!"
Ghost was trying to contain her laughter. She had tears in her eyes and her mouth was trembling as she tried to keep from smiling. "You know," she said to Sam, "you could take your clothes off too. That way you'll be even." Both Sam and Brigitte glared at her. "You'll have no need for clothes anyway once your transformation are complete."
"No one is taking their clothes off." Sam growled, though his body wanted to do just the opposite. "In fact, we need to get more. For you guys, anyway."
He didn't need any; he had a suitcase of clothes in his van, but in his tired state, he had forgotten about them.
"Wait here." he said, and went outside.
Ghost and Brigitte were left alone, the latter watching Brigitte curiously.
"Can I see?" Ghost asked, referring to the changes in Brigitte's body.
"No!"
Ghost pouted, but then she crossed her arms and gave Brigitte a look of superiority. "You will obey your mistress. And when Sam comes back, you will take him as your mate."
"Fuck you!" Brigitte shouted, throwing her pillow at the girl.
The door opened and Sam came back in with a suitcase. He rested it on the couch and opened it, revealing fresh clothes.
"I don't have girl's clothes..." he said, feeling awkward. "But you can wear some of what I have until we can get you more."
Brigitte, by this time, had retreated under the blanket again. "And how are we going to do that? We're broke."
"No we're not. I've still got $512"
Brigitte poked her head out. "That your drug dealing money?" she asked.
Sam shrugged. "What's left of it, and I still have my credit card. I should probably use that first while I'm still able to." He went over to his briefcase and took out two syringes, tossing one on Brigitte's bed. "We'll have to get more supplies. We need to stock up on food."
"I want waffles." Said Ghost.
"Quick and transferable things only." Sam told her. He looked at Brigitte. "You going to be ok here while I'm out?"
Brigitte cut her eyes at him. "What's the worst that can happen?"
"I'm coming too." said Ghost.
"The hell you are." Snapped Sam, injecting himself with monkshood. The last thing he needed was for the girl to go blabbing about her nonsense, drawing attention to them. Besides, Brigitte shouldn't be left alone; he didn't want any... slip ups.
"Just take her." Brigitte mumbled. "I want to be alone for awhile."
Sam gave her an uncertain look. "Will you be ok by yourself?"
Ginger appeared by his side. "She won't be alone. I'm here. Right, B?"
"Shut up." Brigitte growled at the hallucination.
Sam, thinking she had spoken to him, looked confused. "What?"
Brigitte waved it off. "No, not you. Just... go. I can take care of myself."
Ghost looked upset. "I can do the shopping. You two should stay here and-"
"Will you ever shut up?" Sam asked, knowing what she was about to say. Perhaps it would be better to get the psychotic girl away from Brigitte for awhile. "Fine, Ghost, you and I will go stock up. Brigitte, you... just... I don't know, watch TV. We'll be back soon."
Ghost pouted. "But-"
"Say goodbye, Ghost." Sam growled, dragging the girl out the door.
Once the door closed, Brigitte sighed in relief. Finally she could take care of a few things that needed to be taken care of. Namely, her appearance.
"Why bother?" Ginger asked. "You'll just heal in a few hours, and you'll look the same shit way you do now."
"Maybe." Said Brigitte, going into the bathroom. "But the body needs to heal before it can turn. This will slow down the change even more."
Ginger snorted. "You're grasping at straws now, B."
"Fuck off!" Brigitte snapped, slamming the door in her sister's face. As if that did anything to keep Ginger away.
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Sam and Ghost returned a few hours. The shopping hadn't gone as bad as he'd thought. Ghost hadn't spoken of her dark world too much. Although she did do a few things that Sam wished she hadn't done. But at least she didn't draw too much attention to herself.
"Brigitte can't eat stuff like this." she said. "She needs meat. Raw meat."
"She doesn't need it." Sam told her. "And we have to get stuff that will last. Meat goes bad after a while."
"So we'll get more."
Sam sighed in frustration. "I told you we have to be careful. I can use debit until my account runs out, then I'll have to use credit. But when the credit card companies aren't paid back, they'll shut down my card, and all we'll have left is cash. And when that runs out..."
Ghost shrugged. "Then you'll hunt."
"We're not hunting! And even if we did, what are you going to do?"
"I shall feed off the souls of the dead."
Sam pinched the bridge of his nose, frustrated. The girl was daft. He didn't know what he was going to do with her. He hoped he would have enough money to last until they killed Jason. Then they could find a place to settle down and cope with their... problem.
He knocked on the door. Alerting Brigitte of their return, then went inside. "Brigitte, we're back." But the room was empty. Sam immediately feared the worst, thinking Brigitte had gotten tired of being confined and had decided to go out. "Brigitte!"
"Bathroom!" came her muffled reply, and Sam sighed in relief.
But that relief soon became worry again as he smelled blood. "I smell blood, are you ok?"
Ghost sniffed the air, but her normal human senses didn't pick up anything.
"I'm fine." Brigitte replied. "I'll be out in a bit."
Ten minutes later, the door opened and Brigitte came out. Sam's mouth dropped open when he saw her. Blood was pouring from her mouth and ears. Her fingers and toes were bloody too, and a trail was running down her legs. Aside from the blood, her face was caked with makeup, trying to hide her wolfish features.
"Jesus Christ, what did you do?" Sam cried.
Brigitte glared at him definitely. "What I had to."
Sam hurried into the bathroom and immediately felt sick. Towel were soaked in blood, covering the floor in a bloody mess. The shower drain was clogged with hair, having been shaved from the places it shouldn't be growing. Her tail, having been cut from her body, was in the garbage, filling it with blood, as were the two pointy ends of hers ears. And in the sink was a bloody nail file, which she had used to file down her claws and fangs.
"Oh Brigitte..." Sam murmured. He truly pitied her. He couldn't imagine the effort it must have taken for her to mutilate herself like this. He had been fortunate enough to always have the monkshood handy to prevent himself from changing. The most he ever had to do was shave.
"What have you done?" Ghost shouted, looking at Brigitte's appearance.
Brigitte gave her the same glare she had given Sam. "I took care of a few things. Now at least I can go out."
"For how long?" asked Ginger, watching her sister in amusement.
"Do you think that disguising yourself as a human will make you one?" Ghost demanded. "Stop running away from what you are! It's time you accepted it! You are a minion of darkness!"
"And you're a psychotic brat that needs to be locked in an insane asylum!" Brigitte shot back. She looked at Sam. "I hope you included a straightjacket for her in the clothes you bought!"
"Both of you shut up!" Sam shouted. "We have enough shit to deal with!"
Brigitte growled, but let the subject drop. "Did you at least get anything to eat? I've fucking starving."
Sam sighed and motioned to the groceries he had dropped. "Yeah, in there."
Having not eaten since the deer last night, Brigitte was famished. She went right for the bag and began rummaging through it, tossing various items over her shoulder.
"I told you she needed meat." Said Ghost.
Sam rolled his eyes. "I did get some. It should be in there- she found it."
Yes, she found it alright, and she ripped the plastic wrap right off it and began eating furiously. It tasted divine.
"Brigitte?"
She looked up at the others. Sam's mouth was hanging open in surprise while Ghost was smiling victoriously. She looked down at the meat in her hand and gasped. She hadn't even realized that it was raw.
(A/N: She's losing control more and more. Eating raw meat, getting angrier faster, wanting to do certain things to Sam. Oh, and about her and Sam, I know you guys want to see a lemon between the two. Is it going to happen? Hee, hee, I'm not telling. You'll just have to read more to find out. And reviews help encourage me to write faster.)
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