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Drabble – Tears (Brigitte’s P.O.V.)

My heart ached with the pain that came with it beating too fast for too long. My legs were weak, shaking, with the effort of running flat out for mile after mile. My throat burned, hotter and hotter with every ragged breath that passed through my lips. But I couldn’t stop, not while she was after me...

Ginger had just transformed in front of me. One minute, she was ripping out the throat of the janitor, and telling me that we were barely related anymore... the next, she was a fully grown, blonde wolf. And she wanted blood. My blood. When I’d refused to mix my blood with hers, and after I’d vomited up the janitors blood, she had given chase. I’d started to run, trying hard to avoid roads and traffic. Anything that might kill Ginger. I headed towards the only place I knew that offered any kind of escape. Sam’s. Okay so maybe it wasn’t the best place to go, what with Sam’s party no doubt in full swing by now, but I didn’t care. It was full of the idiots that went to my school, and they’re deaths meant nothing if I could save Ginger.

It didn’t matter to me that Ginger had been chasing me for miles. It didn’t matter that I knew that she was purposely trying to wear me out so I couldn’t resist when she tried to change me and it didn’t matter that she was likely to kill me in the process. I had to try. She’d do the same for me. Together forever, united against life as we know it. I needed the monkshood to unite us once again. We weren’t going out... not like this. We were going out on our terms.

The greenhouse grew closer, I could hear the sounds of the music and chatter of my class mates. They had no idea what was coming at them. Again I didn’t care... I just needed to help Ginger...

“SAM! SAAAMMM!” I screamed as I reached the entrance to the party. I knew he wouldn’t hear me, but I had to try all the same.

“Told you that Brigitte Fitzgerald was fucking Sam,” whispered an alien to his ghost friend as I rushed past. I ignored the comment, and instead wondered why they weren’t running for their lives or even screaming in terror. Ginger the werewolf was right behind me... wasn’t she? A look behind told me that she wasn’t. I sighed in relief. This would make things easier. At least for now. If I knew Ginger well enough, she would be waiting for me to return with Sam and the cure. She knew that Sam was my one weakness... I didn’t want him to get hurt, and Ginger knew that.

After what felt like hours, I was able to push through the crowd and emerge at the door that lead to Sam’s private part of the greenhouse. I pushed open the door without a second thought. Sam was weighing pot out when I entered, but looked up, and smiled as soon as he saw me. He was pleased to see me! NO! I couldn’t think like that, I was here for Ginger....

“Brigitte! You made it... hey what’s up? You run here of something?” he asked.

“Or something... Gingers out there Sam,” I cried as I leant against the door, trying to get my breath back.

“Um...okay... what does she not think she could come or what?” he asked. I loved it when he looked confused...

“No... she’s changed, she’s a lycanthrope Sam!” I cried. Sam dropped his pot in surprise.

“Shit! Did the cure not work?” he asked, running to his window and peaking out. Of course he saw nothing... but I knew he sensed Gingers presence.

“Yeah but I had to use it on someone else... Ginger infected Jason when she had unprotected sex with him,” I said. Sam frowned and moved away from the window.

“Brigitte, I have to tell you now that I don’t think the cure will work once someone is fully transformed... but if you want to try then... well...” Sam drew in a deep breath; he glanced into my eyes and bit down on his lip. “Then we’ll try,” I fought the over-whelming urge to hug him, and simply nodded. “Okay... I have more of the monkshood solution in here,” he said as he opened a drawer. Inside was another syringe full of the familiar purple liquid. “I made up a second batch, just in case...I heard Ginger had fucked Jason...”

“Word travels fast,” I whispered. Sam smirked.

“Rumours do... apparently I’m meant to be fucking you...” he said. I didn’t answer, only blushed as my memories of my many sexual dreams of him returned... “Brigitte, we’re going to have to take a knife or some sort of weapon with us... if we can’t cure Ginger... we’re going to have to kill her...” I nodded.

“I know... but we have to try,” I said. Sam pulled a knife from his drawer as I spoke.

“Okay, let’s go... we’ll slip out the back so we don’t scare people at the party,” I nodded and followed.

We walked around the surrounding area for a few minutes but saw no sign of Ginger.

“Maybe she saw someone and went after them...” Sam suggested after we passed the back door for a third time. I shook my head.

“She wants’ me to join her...” I whispered. I heard Sam gulp.

“Please don’t...” he replied. I shook my head.

“I just want things to go back to normal,” I muttered. Sam smirked.

“So after this I don’t get to see you again?” I stopped, shocked at the bitter disappointment that was hidden in his voice.

“That’s the one thing that’ll be different...” I said. “Well that and Gingers PMS,” Sam laughed.

“That’s good... you know how boring life is around here without someone as interesting as you?” I blushed and lowered my head, letting my hair hide me from view. Before I could answer however, Sam screamed out. “RUN!” It was Ginger. She had appeared out of the darkness, and was sprinting towards us. Sam grabbed my hand when I didn’t move, and dragged me away. All it took was one glance, just one to know that the monster that Ginger had become held nothing of my sister. Ginger was dead, gone... and the beast that chased us wanted us because Ginger had. It wasn’t long before I stumbled to the ground. “Come on Brigitte!” Sam screamed as he tried to drag me to my feet. I went limp.

“No... Gingers gone Sam... she’s not there anymore, it’s just a...just a Lycanthrope!” I sobbed.

“Brigitte, you’re just scared... come on! We have to try and inject Ginger... we have to at least try and bring her back!” Sam cried. This time he was able to drag me to my feet. His words seemed to snap me back to reality. However as soon as I was dragged off the ground, Ginger’s teeth snapped in its place. Sam and I both screamed, and again, ran for our life’s.

“I think we’re going to have to injure her... just enough to bring her down so we can inject her,” I cried.

“Let’s do it fast!” Sam replied. Ginger was hot on our tails. I had to think fast. What could we do to injure Ginger enough to bring her down, but not enough to kill her? “We need to get back to the greenhouse... I think if we slam the door behind us quick enough, Ginger will run into it, and knock herself out... at least for a second or two.” Sam suggested.

“It’s all I need,” I replied. And with that, we headed back to the greenhouse. “Come on we have to get a little further ahead!” I cried as the back door came into sight. Ginger was right behind us, and would follow us inside before we could shut the door. Sam fumbled in his pocket, and pulled out a small metal lighter. He threw it over his shoulder. It hit Ginger on the head, and stopped her for just a second. It was enough. We were in the greenhouse a second before Ginger, and were able to shut the door. Ginger crashed into it.

“Ready?” Sam asked. I took a deep breath a nodded. “Let’s do this,” he whispered, and with that he threw open the door. All I remember of the next few minutes is a flash of pale fur, excruciating pain and Sam’s screams. When I came too, I felt blood soaking my clothes. I forced my eyes open and was meet with the sight of Gingers corpse, still in wolf form. “Brigitte?” I tried to move, but I couldn’t feel my body.

“Sam?” I cried out. I tasted blood on my lips. Sam appeared by my side. He was covered in blood, but was not visibly injured. His cheeks were damp with tears. He looked distressed. “What happened?” I asked. Sam bit his lip, sniffed and wiped away a tear.

“Ginger pounced the second we opened the door... she collided with you and you both fell to the floor... then... Ginger started attacking you... biting you and clawing at your throat. I had to kill her to stop her... I couldn’t let her kill you Brigitte!” Sam’s voice was choked with emotion. He sounded as killing Ginger had been the hardest thing he’d ever had to do... but that he knew that he had to do it.

“I’m numb Sam...” I whispered. His eyes widened, scanned my body quickly. They filled with tears again as he took in what he saw.

“I cured you Brigitte... but I didn’t think... I should have waited until you were healed.... you’re bleeding...” he whispered. His voice said what he couldn’t.

“Am I dying?” I croaked. Sam drew in a few deep shuddering breaths as he tried to calm himself. He nodded once, and began to sob. I concentrated very hard and reached my hand out to him. He saw, and took my hand. “I’m scared,” I whispered.

“I’m scared too... I don’t want you to die Brigitte,” he whispered. I smiled and squeezed his hand.

“I don’t want to die...” I whispered. “Can you...lie when people ask about what happened tonight... tell them that I was brave... and that I faced death with no fear...” Sam nodded.

“I will... Brigitte... I.... God this is so hard!” He said, looking down to hide the awkward expression on his face.

“I love you too Sam,” I whispered. Sam burst into fresh floods of tears.

“Please don’t die Brigitte...” he whispered. I smiled.

“I’m not sure I have a choice right now,” I said, grinning ever so slightly.

“TRY! Please Brigitte... fight... please!” He cried. All I had to do was look into his eyes to know the answer.

“I’ll try...” I whispered. This seemed to satisfy Sam. He smiled ever so slightly.

“I don’t want to lose you,” he muttered. I smiled and squeezed his hand again.

“Can you do something for me... just encase... I want to... there’s something I want...”

“Anything,” Sam whispered.

“Kiss me...” I whispered. I had no idea where this new found confidence had come from, but I liked it.

“Of course,” Sam whispered. He moved my hair out of my face in one swift movement, and pressed his lips against mine. They were soft and warm... perfect... I did my best to kiss him back, moulding my lips around his with as much enthusiasm as I could muster. Sam slipped his arms around me carefully, and held me softly as we kissed. I couldn’t find the strength to put my arms around him. “Love you Brigitte...” he whispered in between kisses. I smiled.

“I love you too Sam,” I whispered. Blackness had begun to close in on me in waves. I couldn’t see Sam anymore, could only feel him.

“Brigitte!” And then, nothing...

Okay so I don’t know if I want Brigitte to die... I have a semi sequel in mind for this drabble... well two actually. One centres around the idea of Brigitte dying, one around the idea of her living... It’s all up to you. First person to comment wins and is credited in that drabble!