Ginger Snaps - Haunted

Brigitte opened the door, until there was a small enough gap for her to squeeze through. With a final look back at Sam, she slipped out. Sam fought against the idea of pulling her back in – she was right! Ginger would never hurt her – but almost instantly regretted it. With a small scream, Brigitte was dragged from the doorway.
“BRIGITTE!” Sam cried out, desperately grabbing at thin air, in a vain attempt to pull Brigitte back in. Only he got in return was another scream, from a room on the other side of the house. “BRIGITTE!” Sam cried again, pushing the door a little, hoping that she was just on the other side, and that it was Ginger who was screaming, after returning to human form. He saw nothing, just darkness. He opened the door a little more, called after Brigitte again, this time, for reasons he did not understand, he whispered her name, “Brigitte? You out there?” Again, no response, so he slowly began to crawl from the cupboard. After just a few inches, his hands slipped in something warm, wet…red… “BRIGITTE!”
**
Ginger sniffed the air…someone was coming out of the pantry…but who? Her wolf eyes could not see past the barely open door, her ears were unable to comprehend who was talking and what was being said, but her nose told her all she needed to know. Sam.
As soon as a hand appeared, she grabbed, she pulled, and she ran. She heard screams, and smiled to herself, thoroughly pleased. That’d teach some fucking drug dealer to mess with her sister.
“BRIGITTE!” Brigitte. The one word Ginger would recognize, no matter what form she was in. But the cry didn’t come from her the bleeding form she dragged behind her, it came from the cupboard… She dropped who she was holding and looked down, Brigitte’s unmoving, lifeless eyes stared back up at her. In her hand, was a syringe.
“Oh god…Bee!” Ginger wished she could speak, to express all the human words that, without her mind, would be lost to her. Instead she let out a whimper…or at least what she thought was a whimper. Brigitte’s eye’s suddenly widened, and she screamed.
“BRIGITTE!” Again Ginger recognized her sister’s name. Again waves of guilt hit her as she realized what she had done. She nudged Brigitte with her nose, trying desperately to see the extent of the damage she had done. Her muzzle was instantly soaked with blood….Ginger backed away, her mind frantic… What had she done?
“Brigitte…” Her sisters name again, followed by a few words she was unable to recognize. She collapsed on the floor, and, at the same time, heard a distant squelch…
“BRIGITTE!”
**
Sam ran back into the room when he got no response from Brigitte, and began to look frantically for something…anything he could defend her with.
“Come on…come on!” He whispered, moving useless objects out of his way, throwing them to the floor, ignoring the sounds of things smashing, breaking… Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, Sam found a penknife. He flicked it open, it gleamed in the dim light of the room. Without stopping to think, Sam wrenched open the door and threw himself into the corridor. Looking down for guidance, he followed the trail of blood to the dining room. He paused at the door…he could hear something inside, but wasn’t sure what. He took a deep breath, and pushed it open, knife at the ready. The first and only thing he saw was Brigitte, lying on the floor, bleeding, her breathing heavy…she was dying.
“Sam?” Brigitte whispered, reaching out for him. It was then that Sam realized that he had frozen. Brigitte’s plea brought him back to reality.
“Brigitte! Where is she?” Sam whispered, not daring to move, worrying that this might all be part of some trap. Brigitte said nothing, but simply turned her gaze towards the wolf in the corner of the room. Sam looked over at Ginger, but Ginger did not react, instead she just continued to whimper and shake, as if she was a dog, having just been caught doing something it shouldn’t have been doing.
“Sam…” Brigitte’s voice was quieter this time, but filled with new levels of pain. All of Sam’s rational thoughts disappeared, he ran towards Brigitte and fell to his knees in front of her. Now that he was closer to her, Sam could see the extent of Brigitte’s injuries. Although he failed High School Biology (Well, actually, he never even went to Biology) he knew enough to know that her injuries were life threatening…and that they shouldn’t have healed that much in the time it had taken him to get to her. He reached out a touched one that ran across her exposed stomach. Brigitte shuddered, whimpered, and Sam immediately pulled his hand away.
“Brigitte I’m sorry! Here take my hand! We have to get you out of here!” he whispered, holding out his hand to her, not knowing if Ginger would hear…or understand. Brigitte looked at his hand, but didn’t take it. “Brigitte please! You promised!” He pleaded, this time moving his hand forward to grasp hers. Brigitte didn’t grasp his hand, but neither did she pull away.
“Together forever…” She whispered. Sam squeezed her hand as he shook with anger, but did not let her go.
“God-Dimmit Brigitte!” he cried. “Please!” He was begging now, his eyes wide and gleaming. Brigitte simply closed her eyes…and squeezed Sam’s hand ever so slightly. Something clicked inside Sam’s head, and he turned to make sure Ginger had seen what she should have seen…
**
Ginger concentrated hard. She couldn’t understand the exchange between Brigitte and Sam, but she knew if she focused hard enough, the words would be clear enough for her to understand.
“Brigitte…” No matter how hard she concentrated, her sisters name was still all she could understand.
“Bee…God you smell good Bee…” Ginger tried to shake away her thoughts, but Brigitte’s smell continued to over-power her.
“Together forever…” Ginger wasn’t concentrating, but she understood the two words that came from her sisters mouth.
“Together forever? You’re right Bee…we will be together forever…you’re blood will run in my veins, and we will be, forever, truly joined…” And with that, Ginger threw herself into the air and at Brigitte…
**
Sam turned in time to see Ginger jump. He moved quickly, blocking Brigitte from Gingers attack…Ginger collided with him, and together they feel to the floor. Brigitte screamed and backed away as Sam and Ginger struggled. Although Ginger had the upper hand, she wasn’t prepared to be impaled on Sam’s knife. Every time she went to bite, Sam’s hand moved, moving the blade every closer to her flesh. When it finally brushed up against her fur, she snapped. Ginger lunged at Sam, not caring any more about the blade in his hand, and sank her teeth deep into his shoulder blade. At the same time, Ginger felt Sam’s blade pierce her flesh, it went deep into her, into her neck…She dropped him at once and howled at the pain.
“Brigitte…I’m sorry!” Sam cried. He pushed Ginger off himself, and ignored his own injuries to go back to Brigitte. “I stabbed her!” He whispered, looking into Brigitte’s horrified eyes. Brigitte simply turned her gaze to her sister, the wounded and whimpering wolf that bore no resemblance to Ginger. Ginger seemed to sense her sisters gaze, and she looked up, scaring Brigitte. Sam noticed the change in Brigitte’s expression and turned round. Ginger growled, her lips pulled back so that all her teeth showed. She struggled to her feet, and approached Sam. Sam froze. He couldn’t move, couldn’t think… Ginger continued to saunter forward, taking her time, enjoying the look on Sam’s face. Still Sam did nothing… Then, once she was only inches away, Ginger lunged. Sam cowered, awaited the blow, but was shocked when all that came was a ‘thud’ of something landing on the wooden floor below him.
“Ginger…” Sam opened his eyes at the sound of Brigitte’s voice. He glanced down, and saw Brigitte’s arm snaking around his body. The hand it was connected to held a knife…the knife had penetrated Gingers head, clearly in deep enough to hit her brain…she was dead. “Is she..?” Brigitte muttered, so low Sam had to think before he understood her words. Sam gulped, and lowered his head towards Gingers heart…but all was still, quite…
“Gone…” Sam’s one word said it all. Ginger was dead, and Brigitte had killed her. Brigitte allowed a single tear to fall for her lost sister, before she turned back to Sam.
“Now you have to kill me…” she whispered.