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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: Ow, I'm in pain. I just had all 4 wisdom removed yesterday. It's not pleasant people. I feel like I was punched in the jaw, and I look like a chipmunk, or a squirrel. A screw it. You don't want to hear about me, you want to read my next chapter. Enjoy.)
Chapter 9: Sanctuary
They finally arrived at Sam's cabin. It wasn't completely isolated from humanity, but it was the best they could do. At one point, while on the road, Sam had taken a turn down a hardly noticeable dirt road. It was about a mile long, with no other houses around, nothing but trees and vegetation. It was a good place to grow weed away from prying eyes. There was just one thing missing.
"I thought you said you grew weed up here?" Brigitte asked.
Sam raised an eyebrow. "I do, but not here." He nodded into a random direction in the woods. "It's about 50 feet that way. Got a whole football field size garden of the stuff growing." He snickered. "What, did you expect me to have a green house of weed right next to the cabin, or to have it all planted next to the flower garden?"
Brigitte felt embarrassed. Of course he wouldn't have his weed garden just growing out in the open, even if the cabin was hard to find. She should have known better.
"How'd you manage to grow all that?" she asked.
Sam shrugged. "I guess you can call it a family business."
Ginger appeared by his side. "Ask him to show us the goods. We can all get high."
"I'm not asking that!" Brigitte snapped. "And you technically can't actually smoke." A few seconds passed and Brigitte realized that Sam and Ghost were giving her strange looks. "Never mind. I'm just talking nonsense. It's just... just... oh, like you've never talked to yourself before!"
Sam held up his hands defensively. "Whoa, so sorry. Didn't mean anything by it."
Ghost, having seen this before, didn't let the matter drop. "She's been doing that a lot." Sam gave her a curious look while Brigitte gave her one of warning. "She talks to someone as if there's another person here."
Sam looked at Brigitte questioningly. She sighed in aggravation. She might as well tell him; it's not like her life could be anymore fucked up than it already was.
"I hallucinate, ok." She snapped. "I mentioned it before when I thought I was hallucinating you, remember. I keep seeing Ginger, and she never shuts up."
Ginger glared at her. "Screw you too, B."
"Shut up!"
Sam looked in the direction Brigitte had just shouted in. "You see her? Right there?"
Brigitte just shrugged. Ghost, on the other hand, was looking rather excited about this.
"This is great!" she cried, earning her looks from Sam and Brigitte. "You can see beyond the veil! You can talk to the dead! This is amazing! Why didn't you tell me earlier? This opens a whole new range of possibilities!"
"No," Brigitte growled, "this just means there's something else wrong with me."
Ginger snickered. "There was always something wrong with you, B."
"God, will you shut up!"
"What did she say?" Ghost asked excitedly.
"Enough!" Sam shouted. "Look, things are fucked up enough. Lets just go inside and get settled in. Based upon how fast Jason's been tracking us down and how far we've gone, I say we have about three, maybe four days until he finds us. We have to get ready. This time, we're standing our ground and fighting him until we take him out."
"Yes!" Ghost cried. "That's the attitude we need. That killing, destructive, bloodthirsty nature is what will lead us to victory. Not just against Jason, but against all of humanity."
Sam rolled his eyes. "Yeah, we'll keep that in mind."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys. He unlocked the door and opened it, producing a loud annoying creaking noise.
"Damn," said Ginger, suddenly on the other side of the door, "ever hear of Spring Cleaning?"
Brigitte had to agree with her sister on that one. Dust and cobwebs covered every inch of the cabin. It looked as if no one had set foot inside it for several months, which was probably the case.
"Sorry, it's a bit of a mess." Sam told her, confirming her thoughts. "I haven't been up here in awhile."
"It's perfect!" Ghost exclaimed. "This is just the kind of place that denizens of darkness should dwell!"
Brigitte frowned. This wasn't exactly the type of place she enjoyed staying in, but it wasn't like they had much of a choice. Sure it was old, dusty, and dirty, but it was probably the safest place they could be without worrying about any innocent bystanders getting involved. She had seen enough of that; the library, the rehabilitation center, Ghost's grandmother's house, the motel. A small secluded place probably was the best spot to be. Besides, the place was small, and there weren't too many windows, so it would be easier to keep Jason out. And once they killed the bloodthirsty freak, then they could deal with their own wolf problems without getting anyone else involved.
"When can we spread the darkness?" Ghost asked excitedly.
Sam walked back inside, dropping their luggage on the floor. "Shouldn't the Dark Queen have the answer to that?" he asked sarcastically.
Ghost's grin widened. "Then we shall begin tonight, during the Witching Hour."
Brigitte growled irritably while Sam rolled his eyes. "Right, we'll get to that after we take care of a few things."
Disappointment crossed Ghost's face. "Yes, you're right. The rogue must be taken care of. Then the world."
This time Sam growled in irritation. "Right, the rogue, as in Jason. Yeah, but he's not the only problem. We've got other things to take care of." He opened up one of the cases and took out a bag. "Now that we're hear, I can put these in the garden."
Brigitte narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Are you talking about your weed garden?"
Sam shrugged. "Yeah. So?"
Brigitte growled, her anger rising. "You're worrying about your fucking pot during a time like this?"
Sam looked confused for moment. "What are you... Oh, oh no! That's not what I meant. Here, look."
He tossed her the bag he had just taken out. Brigitte raised an eyebrow and opened the bag. "What's this?"
"Seeds." Sam replied. "Monkshood seeds. Figured I'd get those too so we could grow our own."
Brigitte suddenly felt guilty for snapping at him. He hadn't been concerned about his weed. He had been planning on planting more monkshood for them. Damn this lycanthropy, it was making her so irritable.
"Well, why do you think werewolves are so aggressive?" Ginger asked.
Brigitte was about to retort, but Ghost reacted first. She grabbed the bag of seeds out of Brigitte's hand and threw it across the room.
"What the hell?" Brigitte cried.
"No more!" Ghost shouted. "I will not have you making any more of that accursed monkshood! You will dispose of all the cure you have and never touch that stuff again!"
It happened before Sam could stop it. Brigitte lashed out violently, her claws slashing Ghost's arm, drawing blood. She cried out, jumping away from Brigitte, holding her bleeding arm.
Brigitte looked like she was about to attack again, but this time Sam stopped her. Her grabbed her arms and held them behind her back as the wolf girl snarled and snapped at Ghost.
"Brigitte, stop!"
"I've had enough!" Brigitte snarled. "You think you own me! You think you can treat me like this! I'll fucking kill you! You're nothing but an insane little bitch! You want me to spill blood, then I'll spill yours!"
Sam was losing his grip. Hadn't something like this happened before? Yes, he and Brigitte had been in this same predicament when Ghost had drawn that picture of her so-called vision of the future. That time, he had brought her to the ground and demanded that she... submit. He didn't know why he did that. He had just been following his instincts. And he suddenly realized just how wolfish his behavior had been.
But still, if it worked.
He wrapped his leg around hers and brought them both to the ground. Brigitte continued to squirm around.
"Submit!" Sam shouted, growling in her ear. The need to assert himself over her was overwhelming. "Submit!"
Brigitte struggled more a few more seconds then began to calm down. Her snarls became low growls and her aggressive movements slowed. She may have calmed down completely if Ghost hadn't opened her mouth.
"You're wise to listen to your mate."
Brigitte's eyes glazed over in rage. She thrashed about again, accidentally head-butting Sam in the face. He lost his grip on her and Brigitte broke free. Ghost cried out as Brigitte slammed her against the wall. She leaned forward and bit down on Ghost's shoulder.
"Brigitte, no!" Sam shouted. He tore her off the young blonde and pinned her down. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. "You will submit to me!"
Brigitte growled at him and Sam snarled back. Brigitte's eyes softened and she whimpered, just like she did the last time he demanded that she submit. A couple seconds later, her bloodlust faded and she was back to her normal self; or as normal as she was going to get.
Sam sighed in relief. At least Brigitte was under control again. But now they had a serious problem, Brigitte had just infected Ghost.
"Shit!" he cried, climbing off Brigitte and going to Ghost. "Let me see."
Ghost pulled away. "I'm fine, look."
The shoulder that Brigitte had bit was unharmed. Instead, her shirt was ripped and torn. Brigitte hadn't bitten her.
"What's this?" Brigitte asked, spitting out a piece of Ghost's shirt.
Sam almost laughed in relief. "That is what I call a close call."
Ghost snorted. "Only to the untrained eyes. The truth of the matter is that she could never truly harm her mistress."
"Could have fooled me." Sam muttered, eyeing the wound Ghost had received from when Brigitte slashed her.
Ghost looked at her arm. "This would have been necessary anyway?"
Sam gave her a look of disbelief. "You wanna run that by me again."
The psychotic blonde just chuckled. "I would have needed to draw my blood to put up the wards anyway. She was subconsciously helping me."
Sam shook his head. 'There's no talking to her.' He turned back to Brigitte. "You ok?"
Brigitte growled. "Yeah, I'm great. Just fucking peachy. Disregarding the fact that I nearly tore her throat out, I'm absolutely perfect."
Ghost smiled. "You are forgiven for your disobedience."
Brigitte gritted her teeth together. "Sam."
"I'm on it." he said, grabbing Ghost by the shoulder. "You, come with me."
He dragged her out of the room, not ignorant of the fact that Brigitte was glaring at the girl with bloodlust in her eyes. He needed to keep the two of them separated until Brigitte got better control over herself. If she got better control of herself.
Two days later, Sam looked around at their handy work. "Ok, windows?"
"Boarded up and barb wired." Said Ghost.
"Weapons?"
Brigitte looked over what they could use for weapons. "Guns, knives, axe, shovel, rake-"
"Don't forget my powers of darkness." Ghost added.
Sam rolled his eyes and pretended to write it down. "Don't worry, I got it. Ghost's dark powers. Got it."
Ghost smiled. "Then we're all set for when the rogue comes."
"As ready as we're gonna be." Sam muttered. "I say we've probably got another day before he tracks us down. Might as well get started on the next project."
Brigitte gave him a curious look. "What next project?"
Sam grabbed the bad of monkshood seeds off the table. "Gonna go plant these."
Ghost glared at him. "I thought I told you that you're not to plant any more of those."
Sam snorted. "As if that's going to stop me."
"I'm going to have to sit this one out." said Brigitte. This earned her curious looks from Sam and Ghost. "I can't go out for too long. Yesterday I ate a squirrel."
Ghost laughed. "That was great. And you shouldn't be ashamed of that. It's your nature. You're meant to prey on the weak."
Brigitte growled. "Like you?"
Sam quickly got in between the two, afraid that Brigitte might pounce on her again. "Maybe you're right. Maybe you should stay here. Ghost, you and I will go plant-"
"I'm having no part in tampering with your destiny!" Ghost snapped.
Sam groaned. He took a couple of seconds to think of a way to use Ghost's insanity to his advantage again. "It's for another reason... You see... the monkshood is a werewolf's weakness, right?"
Ghost gave him a suspicious look. "Yeah... so?"
"Well, Jason has been in his... true form longer than us. We're still held back by our humanity. We need all the help we can get. Filling the earth with monkshood will should weaken him. Right?"
Ghost tapped her chin, thinking about what Sam was saying. "You do have a point. It should reduce his strength. But it will also reduce yours."
Sam's face dropped. Clearly he hadn't thought of that part. Luckily fort him, Brigitte had caught onto his plan and helped him along. "That's true, but since we're more human than he is, the monkshood will affect us less. Besides, you'll have your wards up to shield us from the monkshood's affect."
Again, Ghost took a moment to think about this. "You are correct. Very well, I shall help you. But once the rogue is destroyed, I shall destroy your garden."
'My ass you will!' Sam thought. "Yeah, sure, I'll even help you do it. But first we need to make sure we plant enough to beat Jason." He looked at Brigitte. "Will you be ok by yourself?"
Brigitte groaned. Of course she wouldn't be ok. She hated being stuck indoors. She wanted to run wild and free like the wolf she was.
'No! I am not a wolf yet! I am not going to be one! We'll take care of Jason and then keep using the monkshood.'
"You're kidding yourself." Said Ginger. "That stuff is having less and less affect on you. Both you and Sam have been needing to dose more and more. It won't be much longer before it won't have any affect on you at all."
"If you weren't dead, I'd kill you again." Brigitte growled.
"What?" asked Sam.
Ghost understood right away, in a manner of speaking. "She's seeing beyond the veil. She'll be fine, she's with her sister. She won't be alone."
Realization crossed Sam's face. "Oh, you're seeing... oh, ok, right. Ghost, let's go."
The young blonde smirked. "Have fun with your sister."
(A/N: They've reached a safe place. For now. I don't need to tell you that things are going to go to hell real soon. Stay tuned for more.)
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