It's all over, the pact is broken. {Tag Ginger}

[Brigitte Fitzgerald]

I don't know how long I laid there, my head on the massive chest of the wolf that was my sister, Ginger. It didn't matter anymore, nothing did. Not that there was ever much to get excited about anyway. Let me start over, closer to the beginning. Not my life story, but our story, the story of how this moment came to be.

There'd been some weird shit going on in Bailey Downs. Our neighborhood was being terrorized by what was only known as "The Beast of Bailey Downs". Dogs were mauled, torn apart beyond recognition. Other than that, everything was normal. Normal being utterly boring and mundane. Our mistake was being out past dark. We were only going to get back at Trina, using our fake blood and guts left over from a macabre school project to make it look like the Beast got her dog. We were in the playground, but we weren't alone. Something was watching us, toying with us almost. I could feel it in the air. And suddenly Ginger was gone, no longer standing next to me. "GINGER!!!" I screamed her name, and in answer only got her screams echoing back at me. What the hell was going on? When she came running back, she was covered in blood. We ran, we screamed, and it chased us. I know now that it was just what it looked like, a werewolf.

She started changing after that. Coarse gray hairs sprouting where the wound had been, the wound that healed faster than normal. She even grew a tail. But it got worse, she started killing, and I couldn't stop her. I couldn't make it stop, the virus or whatever. Even when we figured out wolfsbane might help, she'd already changed too much. In the end, what was left of her wasn't my sister at all. She...she was going to kill me. I'd tried to make her see, that we'd always be together, purposely cutting my palm and hers, pressing them together. If she was infected, then so was I.

At the house, we fought, and in trying to keep her from eating me, I killed her. I ran my hand down the length of her side. She was getting cold. That meant I had been here too long. I needed to leave. Not just the house where we'd grown up, but Bailey Downs altogether. I couldn't stay here. I sat up, my back stiff from laying there with her for so long. Tears welled up in my eyes. "Ginger..." I whispered as I stroked her jaw. I turned, stood up on shaking legs, and started packing as much as I could. I shoved clothes, my toothbrush, and what was left of the monkshood, or wolfsbane into a bag. I grabbed some canned food, and a few other things from the kitchen. It didn't take me long to throw what I could together and leave.

I didn't look back, I couldn't look back. If I kept moving, maybe I'd be safe. Shows what I knew.

I ended up miles away, in another town, in a cheap motel. But it wasn't over. I was healing faster, I was changing too. And I could sense that I wasn't alone. I had hallucinations of Ginger all the time. She knew I was changing too, and she warned me that he was coming. He, being another werewolf. I shot up with monkshood as much as I could, trying to fend off the changes in my body. I researched bloodletting in the local library. There was no cure for what I had. I knew that now. The monkshood wasn't going to last forever. Back at my motel room, I took another dose, curling up on the bed with my toothbrush clenched between my teeth, I waited for the pain to subside. The more I changed, the worse the dosages burned inside, like the monkshood set fire to the blood in my veins.

I could almost see them, my red blood cells, bubbling and frothing as they moved through my system. Then I felt him. He was coming, he was near. It was time to leave, again. I started packing in a rush, throwing open the door to see...the librarian. I didn't have time for these. "We have to leave. Now!" We got into his car, but it was already too late. He was here. I screamed as glass shattered, as his body was torn from the car by another beast. I ran, moving as fast as I could to get as far away as possible. I refused to be his next meal.

I must have passed out. I woke up in a hospital. They think I'm suicidal and on drugs. They think the monkshood is so I can get high. What idiots. But it wasn't over. I knew he'd find me here. He was still searching.

Ghost seemed to be the only one who understood. She helped me, in the end. I needed to escape, before more people died. Ghost's house, or rather, Barbra's, her grandmother's seemed safe enough for now. She'd set up traps in case he came after me, but I still needed the monkshood. That's where it all went wrong for me again. The one orderly who'd give me what I needed was also the last one I wanted to see. Sick fucker. But, if not for him, I might never have seen behind Ghost's lies. She burned Barbra, she lied about him raping her, and god only knows what else. The change was too near, I changed faster the closer he came. All hell broke loose, but in the end, I won.

I remember pulling myself upstairs, begging Ghost to kill me, instead she simply pushed my hands back and shut the door. Now she keeps me here, like a prisoner.

My hands beat at the door. "GHOST!!! LET ME OUT OF HERE YOU LITTLE BITCH!! WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU, SO HELP ME!" I knew I'd kill her if given half the chance. I could hear Ginger in my head, "I'll kill her for you B, I swear it. Want me to kill her for you?" I wished Ginger was here, she'd get us out, she'd get revenge on Ghost for keeping me locked up, for using me as her evil pet. But I was alone, so terribly alone.

[Ginger Fitzgerald]

I was breathing, it came it ragged pants, my great chest rose and fell. Slower, and slower, my mind slip into the darkness, death was taking me and I couldn't do a damn thing about it. My eyes looked at Brigitte, my sister, who was lying on top, it gave me some sort of comfort. Yet it soon turned into bitterness. The human part of me wanted B to follow, like the pact, the wolf was taking over too much. In the end thats why I had attacked the only person I cared. That and I was really pissed off that she chose Sam over me. When she stroked my jaw, I could barely feel it. In the end, death would claim not two, but one Fitzgerald sister. It wasn't meant to be, it was supposed to be both of us. I couldn't do a thing. I was a monster.

I don't know how long I lay there, body going cold, organs not responding. Something happened though, and I was lying naked on the bedroom floor. Human. Opening my eyes, I felt sick, dragging myself towards the bathroom. The torn and ripped door still lay in pieces, cutting my hands as I crawl right over it. Energy was depleted, instead of moving any further I just lay there. "Brigitte. BRIGITTE!" I screamed as loud as I could, but no one answered. Of course, she would be gone, but of course, I didn't know where she was. I remembered what happened before my death, memories shrouding my mind.

I was the wolf, stalking through the house. Running, smashing into walls, breaking down photos that hung upon the hallway wall, I had to get her. She betrayed me first and it was payback. Killing Sam took no pleasure, seeing the light drain from his eyes. A moment of pity and I ripped his throat out. No turning into a werewolf for him. And Brigitte ran. I followed, trying to get my next prey. Clawing through the walls, I had no chance until I seemingly had her cornered in the room. Again I stalked, a knife was in her hand. "I'm not dying in this room with you. I'm not dying!" Her voice still echoes in my head as I pushed off from the ground, lunging towards my sister. Jaw wide open, I don't even make the bite. A knife was wedged between my ribs, her knife.

Shaking my head, I throw up on the bathroom floor, wiping my chin with my hand before trying to stand up. Legs wobbled beneath, leaning forward to turn the tap on. Proceeding to wash my face, I felt a little better. Hungry but better. More alert, I could smell the death in this house, decaying flesh and rotting blood stayed with me as I moved about. None of the blood was my sisters so I wasn't too worried, however her scent was all around. I would have to work with my wolfish side to find her.

Walking into the room again, I grab the few photos she left, and a small bag. Walking through the house, the death smell was stronger. Then fresh air as I reached the front door and pushed it open. Yellow police line tapes were around the house and I bolted into the darkness.

It took about a week to get to the cheap motel where my sisters scent was. I had hitched, and threatened to kill. In the end I stole a car and drove it. Our sister bond was strong enough that I didn't lose trail. All the while I thought about our bond and how she was. "Fuck B. Where are you?" I muttered looking at the motel. Old blood was here, and seeing a yellowed paper I saw someone was mauled. Fearing it was B, I look closer but dismissed it when I saw the name Jeremy. No one else matteres except for Brigitte.

Again I was on the move, barely eating, barely sleeping, the desire to find my sister overrode everything out. Until starvation made me stop and realize I needed food otherwise I would die. Again.

Following the scent of wild deers, buildings rose in the distance, peoples voices streamline on the wind. I hunted a young deer, turning wolf and killing it before eating my fill. Nothing was left except bones. Since blood was on my fur, paws and muzzle, I set about cleaning, the taste of blood always excited me. I didn't know if B had the same reaction to it or not. It reminded me how different we really were.

Human again, wearing a pair of dirty jeans and a shirt, I needed a shower to feel clean. But tracking someone constantly didn't give you much time for anything else. As despair washed over me, fearing I would never find my sister, I gained some luck. I had stumbled towards a broken looking house, scents told me a werewolf had been here. Death lurked here. My kind of place. It didn't even occur to me that she was here when I kicked the door in. Food, and a shower would do some good, and as the thought entertained me, I heared the voice clearly. "I'll kill her for you B. I swear it." I angrily snap, knowing it was my sister and some fuck had locked her up.

"Brigitte! I'm coming." I move towards where her voice sounded, finding locks. Fuck, this would make my job harder. Using all my strength, I punch the trap door, wooden splinters ebbed into my knuckles, but the pain was nothing compared to my desire for my sister. Pulling at the wood like a frightened rabbit trying to hide, I break enough so that I ended up falling in. "For fucks sakes." I snarl, pulling myself to my feet. Dirty, cold, and in this prison my sister was locked in, I look up and the light pouring in through the hole.

Then I see her. My sister. I didn't know what to say or do now that I had found her. Striding towards her, I pull her into a hug, holding her close. "What the fuck B? Who is this Ghost that locked you up?" I half demand, ready to kill the little bitch for ever touching my sister. If I saw her, she would be dead meat.

[Brigitte Fitzgerald]

I kept telling myself that I wasn't weak, just because I hadn't broken through the basement's trap door. I stood there and stared at the marks scouring the wood, from claws and fingernails both. My gaze traveled to my hands as I clenched and unclenched my fists. Splinters decorated my knuckles, my fingertps were raw. A loud noise from upstairs caught my attention, my head swiveling back to the door. "Alright, Ghost. Come on, come let me out." I whispered it roughly, fists once again clenched tight. As soon as that little blonde head was in view I was ripping it from her body. I didn't care anymore, I'd already lost everything. My sister, my home, my family, my humanity, my freedom. What else was there?

I tensed, backing into the shadows, and watched. Ginger's voice echoed through my ears. Great timing for a hallucination, Brigitte. I can't help but smirk when I hear her say she's coming. Right, and I'm the freaking Pope. My sister is dead, I watched her die, I held her while she breathed her last. The only piece of her I had left was the tainted blood in me that carried the werewolf gene, or virus, or strain...whatever it was, and my memories. Which, sometimes included audio and visual hallucinations. Suddenly the door explodes in, silvers and chunks of wood falling down to the cold basement floor. A growl begins low in my chest as I watch hands scrabble at the pieces, ripping the door to shreds.

My mind raced. Had I bled on Ghost? Had she become infected too? That would explain the strength she needed to get in here like that. I stared up, intent on seeing what the little creep was going to do now. I leap back instinctively as she fell through. Shock froze me in place. It was not Ghost's small, blonde form. But someone a little more grown, with ginger hair, and Ginger's face. I was staring at my sister. "For fucks sakes.", she says with a snarl as she pulls herself to her feet. I stood motionless, knees bend, a stance meant to charge and fight. But I was unable to move even a fraction. My hallucinations had gone out of control. Not that I minded that much. I figured it was inevitable they'd get worse with me locked up down here by myself. Ok, so technically I wasn't alone. But Bones didn't count anymore. Who's Bones? He's the werewolf that wanted to mate with me. I'd had it wrong in the beginning. He hadn't come after me to kill me, he wanted to mate with me. Ew.

She locks eyes on me, and still I'm unable to move even the slightest inch. I don't even think I blinked. Her arms pull me into a rough hug, and it takes me a minute before I can respond. I flinch, late, because she's already got me in a hug, and my arms slowly curl around her. I inhale deeply, catching her scent and rolling it on my tongue. It's her, it's Ginger, no doubt about it. "Ginge?" My voice is weak, barely a rasp of a whisper.

Her scent finally clicks something in my brain and I hug her back fiercely. "How did you find me? No...wait, you're supposed to be dead. Why aren't you dead? Am I finally dead? I watched you die, Ginger. I was there when you took your last breath." I grabbed a handful of her hair and pressed my face into it, breathing her in. It helped to clear my mind, her familiar scent sharper now with my enhanced senses. I moved back, just enough to see her face. "Ghost. She...it's a long story. Is she gone?" She must be, or she would have come down here to let me out and sic me on the intruder.

I took Ginger's arm, and moved us deeper into the shadows. The way the light streamed in from the broken trap door, we'd see anyone coming long before they spotted us. "Ok, I'll make this quick. I don't know where she went, or when she'll be back." I kept my gaze shifting from Ginger to the opening upstairs. "After...after what happened I bolted. I couldn't stay there. You were gone, so it didn't matter anymore, nothing did. I ran, as far as I could. I hitchhiked, and ended up staying at some cheap motel in a town far enough away from Bailey Downs that I thought I'd be safe, for a while. I wasn't. Another werewolf tracked me, followed me, and killed anyone close. Not that Jeremy and I were close. He worked at the library, and I was always in late at night, checking out books on werewolves and bloodletting. Anything that might help me. He came by the motel, to give me the books I wanted. Fucking overdue charges. The wolf got him and I ran. I passed out, or something, because I woke up in a hospital. That's where I met Ghost." I twitched, seeing a shadow sprint across the single window that barely illuminated the basement. "She's coming." I hissed under my breath, the hurried to finish. "At first I thought she was my friend. She knew, Ginger, she knew what I was, what we are. She helped me get out, she brought me here. Then...then it all went wrong. She's a lying little bitch, and after I'd killed the werewolf, I begged for death. I wanted her to shoot me, to kill me, before I changed all the way. But she wouldn't do it, instead she closed the damn door and locked me in here. I don't remember everything, but I changed, at some point. I remember her Grandmother...I....oh God!" The taste of blood was suddenly fresh, and I saw myself tearing her grandmother to shreds, under Ghost's command. I struggled not to throw up.

My grip tightened on Ginger's arm as the front door slammed, Ghost's whistling traveling down to us. An instinctive growl bubbled forth from me as I tensed all over again. "She's not keeping us here. I done being her fucking pet." I let go of Ginger's arm, my hands changing already. I felt my knuckles snap and grow larger, bending at unnatural angles as they swelled. My fingernails were replaced by long, black, claws, razor sharp. I licked my lips and felt rows of jagged teeth beneath. My scalp itched, and my vision became sharper, so I knew my eyes had changed too. I moved soundlessly to the opening and began to creep up the makeshift stairs. Ghost's whistling was coming from the kitchen now, bags russling as she put away chips and other items. I smelled raw meat, and knew she'd be coming to feed me. My nostrils flared at the smell of bloody steak, my stomach rumbling. Ginger was beside me, after all this time. "After we take care of Ghost, I want to know what happened, how you're here and not dead." Ghost's sickly sweet scent tickled my throat, edging my anger near mania as I stepped up into the main floor of the house, Ginger right behind me. "GHOST!" I yelled, almost roared into the house. Everything went quiet, then her small stature and blonde head peeked around the corner. "Brigitte! You're out." She seemed confused for a second as she looked from me to Ginger and back. "And her wolf comes forth, with a new friend. The pack is growing, and soon the Mistress will have them all at her heels. The Hounds of Hell." I snarled at Ghost, sick of her stories. "She's not my friend, she's my sister!" My voice was tinged with a growl as I stared at Ghost, her eyes wide, her heart hammering in her chest. "Are you scared, Ghost? Now that I'm not looked in your basement like a prisoner? You're fucking sick, you know that? I've had it with you and your lies, your stories! This ends here Ghost!"

[Ginger Fitzgerald]

"Yea its me. Who would you think it was, the boogy man?" I smirk, looking down upon her head, inhaling deep. Her scent alone calms me down, I had been trying to find her for days and now here she was. Albeit a pet but that was going to change. I keep my arms wrapped around her, and in that moment it seemed everything went back to normal. Well, as normal as live could be when you were a Fitzgerald. "I found you by following your scent. Determination to see you again was the reason I stand here today." I pause, taking more deep breathes as I kept inhaling my sisters scent. "I did die. But somehow, here I am." I shrug, not knowing but then again, I didn't care. I was here with Brigitte, together again. Together for fucking ever, like the pact. We had been separated but now, I had found her. Nothing was going to take her away from me again.

"No shes not. And B, you are way too tense. Like you get when Pam rails on ya about homework." My hand touches her shoulder blade, rubbing the muscles near her neck to help her relax. I listen to what she has to say, it all seemed like another language and I hold my hand up to stop her. "Wow, one thing at a time." I roll my eyes, never one to listen to a long story. Breathing, I try and remember what she had just told me. Anger snapped at my nerves, making my body twitch. "I'm setting you free. You are not her pet anymore." The sound of my voice is filled with undying rage at this person called Ghost, and she would die by my fangs. I felt my nails change as they dug into my skin from sudden anger, and I welcomed the change.

"I told you that you couldn't trust anyone." I want to snap, to vent my anger but B wasn't the one to be on the brunt of it. "I'm going to kill her. You can join in or not but I don't give a fuck." Ready for this Ghost, my eyes look to B then the trap door I had broken with my bare hands. They hurt, but the pain seemed to come from far away. Blood was drying, making my hands ache when I balled them into a fist because the splinters just reopened. It was better than being stabbed, and with that thought my lips turned into a wry smile. That hurt, and my ribs were bruised from the knife cutting through. I tried to ignore it but when the pain was there, there was no trying to hide.

The smell of meat made my mouth water instantly, the sound of whistling sent me on edge. Eyes changed quickly, the dark seemed to become more like seeing during the days. Everything was more vibrant, more clear. Senses sharpened ten fold, my nose could smell something that had been dead for a while and when I looked I saw nothing but bones. Reaching out to B, I stop as she climbs the stairs. Narrowing my eyes in disdain, afterall I fell down those stairs, I follow. Silent as a shadow, making no sound and standing behind B, my sisters voice echoed through the house. My tongue ran over fangs which ached to bite down into flesh and blood and bone.

When Ghost was in view and began speaking, laughter burst forth from my throat. "Your fucking insane." I stare at Ghost, and I see the small trembles coming from her body. "What a weirdo. And people think we are weird." Again my eyes roll, before looking at my sister to see what she was going to do. If she didn't act, I would. I didn't care, all I wanted was her blood. "It ends now bitch. Ever, ever touch my sister again and I will kill you. Then again, your time is up."

I move fast, passing B and grabbing Ghost by her hair. Clamping my hand over her mouth so she could spew any of her lies or weird shit, I kick her feet from beneath her. She drops like a stone, struggling against my grip but I am way to fucked off to let go. I roar, my wolf howl seemed to vibrate through my entire being, and Ghost shook like a leave. "Payback is a bitch." I snarl in her face, her eyes wide with pure fear. Good, that would make her blood taste sweeter, I grin, fangs flashed. Reaching down, like a vampire than anything, I bite into her neck. Blood, like the sweetest nectar, rushed in my throat. Hot and delicious, I lap it up like a kitten. "I'm her protector." I back off, blood still seeping from the bite marks. Her neck looks bad since my fangs ripped through more than what a vampire fangs would do.

"Finish her. Its your right sis." I stand, keeping my foot on her hand and pressing down so she yelps in pain. Small bones in her hands break, an agonizing cry erupts from Ghost. I could see the crystal clear tears from her eyes falling down her cheeks. Boredom encased my emotions, since I was beginning to tire from Ghost's whimpering. Yet I made no move to kill her, Brigitte was the one held captive, she should have the honors. If she didn't, then she would bleed to death, either way I would get the desired result.

As I waited, I look at my hand. The hand with the scar from our pact. Letting my arms rest by my sides, I look down at the pathetic form of Ghost, snarling my words. "We are sisters. I look out for her, she looks out for me. All our lives. What makes you think you can dominate her?" I snap, kicking her in the chest, feeling a few ribs crack. She screamed, and I wonder what kind of pain shes feeling. I couldn't lose control, not now. This was no longer my fight, but Brigitte's. I let her down before, I wasn't going to do that again. "Finish her B."

[Brigitte Fitzgerald]

I knew Ginger would be out for blood, even more so now that she was different. I still had trouble at times believing that I was different too now. It was harder, in some ways, with Ginger here. It made it feel like old times, before all this werewolf stuff. But it was easier too. If anyone could understand what I was going through, it was Ginger. The one person in all the world that I'd ever fully trusted. Yeah, I fucked up in trusting Ghost, but I never gave her the same level of trust as I had put in my sister. After Ghost's little diatribe, Ginger retaliated. "Yeah, she's insane, that's no stretch of the imagination." I trembled with anger, my entire body rigid as Ginger moves past me, trapping Ghost in her arms, and sinks her fangs into Ghost's throat.

The smell of fresh blood hits me like a tidal wave, making me hungry beyond belief. My steps are measured as I stare down the little girl who'd kept me locked away, only letting me out to use me as her killing blow, using me to destroy anyone she viewed as the threat. Too bad she hadn't known Ginger was still alive. She was one "threat" that Ghost wouldn't even touch. No matter what kind of hold she had on me, I'd never attack Ginger. I'd never hurt her, not again. I watch Ginger back off, but not entirely leaving Ghost. My head twitches, my right ear leaning toward them as I hear the bones in Ghost's hand shatter. I grin, and I know it's not a happy smile.

"You really fucked up this time Ghost. Keeping a werewolf as a pet? You had to know it'd bite you in the ass in the end. Even you aren't that derranged." No, in some ways she was even more derranged than that. I knelt down to her level. "I could let Ginger kill you." I watched her wide, horror sticken eyes flicker from my face, to Ginger, then back to me. "Please. She didn't mean it. She wouldn't hurt her faithful companion." Ghost whined, irritating me, and no doubt Ginger as well. I moved my face in front of hers, my breath coming back to me hot. Each time I exhaled, it held the edge of a growl. Ginger gives her a swift kick, breaking ribs, telling her about us. "She's right, you know. I'd do anything for my sister."

At Ginger's words I let myself go. I forgot all control, and simply let the wolf inside me do what it wanted most in the world to do. Rip, tear, kill, shred, and destroy. I felt my mouth elongate, though nothing else changed further. My massive jaws locked over Ginger's bite, fresh holes oozing warm blood. I bit down, crushing her neck between my jaws. I shook her frail body, like a dog worrying at it's kill. I drank easily from her, the shaking spurring what blood was left from her heart to rush through her veins. "BITCH!" I spat as I dropped her to the ground, limp. I didn't know if she'd heal and come back, but I wasn't taking that chance. Ghost as one of us? You've got to be kidding me. I shoved my hand into her chest, the broken ribs giving way easily as I wrapped my hand around her still warm heart. With one swift motion, I ripped the organ from her chest and dropped it at my feet.

My breathing slowed, though it was still uneven. I shook, the adrenaline fading from my system. My jaw popped at is reformed. I flexed my fingers as the claws retracted, then turned to Ginger. The tears came then. I ran to her, throwing my arms around her. "Ginger, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean it. I didn't mean to. I couldn't stand it, being without you. But you weren't you anymore. I didn't know what to do. I...." I stopped babbling, letting go of her. "Thank you, for coming for me. I'm glad you're not dead." It sounded so lame. I stepped over Ghost's body, and went into the kitchen, grabbing the 2 packages of steak she'd left. I didn't feel like eating her, but I was still hungry.

I sat on the couch, my eyes glued to the bloody mess that had been Ghost as I ripped open a package and tossed the other to Ginger. I dropped the wrapping and chewed at the raw meat, no longer disgusted by the thought of eating it. It was food, I needed food, and it tasted better than I'd have thought. After I ate the entire thing, I leaned back. "What the fuck do we do now?" I looked at Ginger, trusting her to have the answer, or at least some kind of plan. We couldn't stay here. There'd been too much death in this house for me. And I sure as hell wasn't going back to Bailey Downs, not now.

[Ginger Fitzgerald]

Watching B allow the wolf inside her to take over was better than the kill itself. I had embraced the wolf, thats why I was happy. But B, she didn't as much as I did and now, I hoped she would continue to embrace this power and ability. Without it we were just pathetic humans in a world that never understood us. With it, the world of wolves understood, the pleasure of pain and killing, the taste of blood, the enjoyment of it all. Again I lick my lips unable to contain myself then Ghost spoke again. "Oh shut up already." Jeezums, this girl did not talk in the usual english language did she? It annoyed me to no end and if I heard it again, I would gladly rip out her voice box.

Stepping back as more blood rushed from her caved in chest, the heart laying upon the dirty floor. Shining red, I look down at the organ that pumped blood through a body, my mouth tingled and watered again. Lifting my foot and angling myself so I wouldn't get too much of the splatter, I bring my foot down hard. It splattered, sending blood drips everywhere as it now lay useless even more. Crimson liquid, the life force, made a large circle around the destroyed organ. I wanted to reach down and lap the blood up, but I felt B throw her arms around me, choking me. "Ack B." I sputter. "Don't be sorry. Shit happens right? And you left Bailey Downs, that shit hole." I stop, rolling my eyes as she speaks. She could be lame sometimes, but thats what I loved about her.

"I was a wolf. I lost control." First time I had ever admitted to that, glad that B had let go so I could massage my throat. My fingers ran tenderly over my skin and shoulders, my own adrenaline still poured through my body. I was a fighter, even when there was no fight to be had. "Hey, we are supposed to die together." Catching the steak, it felt nice and cold within my hands. Ripping it open, I gnaw on the meat, ripping and spilling dead and cold blood. I chewed and swallowed for a few minutes before addressing my sister. I grinned at her, because I had a plan. It sounded dumb, but she would probably listen. Hopefully anyway. The grin suggested something fun but a little dark.

"We go to that hospital you mentioned. I want to see the place you were staying at. Find any files they had on you so they can be destroyed. Anyone who comes across us will die. We can't have anyone recognizing you." Death, I loved death. Even after my own I still enjoyed it. Taking lives, mostly if they deserved it, made me feel high. The sheer power that came with choosing who lives and dies. Okay, I'm not a serial killer, I'm not just going to murder people on the street. Aw fuck I was evil, and B knew it. That fact made me a little sad, but also, I was no longer human. I was a werewolf with instincts of both species.

"Then we go find a home." I added lamely. "Look, thats the plan so far, at least we have something to go with." I rub my neck, arching slightly as the muscles ached a little bit. "Come on, I'm sick of this place already and I'm sure you are." I look down at Ghost, walking back over to her through her slick blood. Sticky, my shoes kept sticking to the floor and I kneel, looking into her dead eyes. "Payback for using my sister." I snarl in a whisper, moving my hands to her head and with one swift motion, I snap her neck. I don't know what pulled me to do so but I did. "Look, we get your records, maybe no one will come across our path and have to die. Then we are gone mmhkay?" I stand back up, taking a few steps before looking back.

Hopefully nothing happened on our way. Knowing there was more werewolves out that made me worry for Brigitte. Jason, a guy I had sex with was now one of them. Seeing B take out Ghost's heart reminded me of the infection. Plus there would be others that the werewolf that bit me would have turned. Part of me wanted to meet them, see how the other half lives but that thought diminished. Refusing to leave my sister and mingling with others set my mind right. Ugh, being here was turning me into some sort of normal freak or something. I had to get out and fast. "Come on." Walking through the hall, ignoring the cell B had been, I eagerly head through the doorway into the sunlight and fresh air. Taking a deep sniff, I found a new appreciation for freedom.

[Brigitte Fitzgerald]

I nodded solemnly, I knew what it was like to lose control as the wolf. Hell, hadn't I done just that? And she was right, we were supposed to die together, just like the pact we made when we were 8 years old. I leaned forward, fidgeting anxiously as Ginger spoke. "No, no more killing Ginger. Too many people have died already. I'm not going to commit murder." Again. I said to myself. I couldn't help but stare at the gory mess that used to be Ghost. It made me nauseous. I tore my gaze away from the destruction and looked back at Ginger. "I'm definitely sick of this place. But I'm glad you're here. Thanks for coming back for me." Somehow I knew that's why she'd come back, if she did really come back from the dead. For I we knew it could be some weird werewolf thing. Maybe we had to be decapitated to die. That was a disturbing thought that didn't make me want to puke. Generally, I could handle the macabre, but knowing that I'd killed Ghost, and seeing her there all torn up was something else entirely.

"Can't we just go Ginger? Find a place somewhere to bunk down. Fuck the hospital. I don't want to go back. They won't come for me." Would they? Did they have files on me? They couldn't possibly know what I really was. "They probably think I ran off and oded somewhere. Just leave it alone." Telling Ginger to leave something alone once she'd made up her mind was pointless. I knew that better than anyone. "Yeah, gone." I tried not to think of the mention of death again. We weren't killers. We didn't have to be.

I resolved myself to the fact that wherever we went, whatever we did, we'd be together. Just the way it was supposed to be. I stood up, rolling my shoulders. "Hang on. Let me grab my things, if they're still here. Then we're gone." I checked the rooms of the house, looking for the few items I'd brought with me. I'd found them in the last place I looked, where I should have known they'd be. In the attic, next to Ghost's altar of superheros and comic strips was my small bag. A quick rummage through the contents showed nothing was missing. I grabbed the bottle of monkshood, rolling the glass vial of purplish liquid between my fingers. I didn't need this anymore. I threw it down, shattering the vial on the floor.

Slinging the bag over my shoulder, I stopped at the kitchen to see what Ghost had brought home. Sodas and chips, mostly. Figures. There was more raw meat, but it wouldn't last, so I threw the sodas and chips in the bag and met Ginger outside. I cast a sidelong glance at her as I stood on her left. She looked....normal, for Ginger. "Got a smoke?" I asked hopefully. I could use a cigarette. I couldn't even remember the last time I'd smoked. Wait...yes I did. I was with Ginger, we were at school, passing a Marlboro back and forth. It was at the beginning of Ginger's changes, before we knew what was happening to her...to us. I looked up at the sky, wondering vaguely what time it was. I guess it didn't matter, it wasn't like I was on a schedule. At least, I was free now. I wasn't locked up, and I had the one person who meant more to me than anything else, by my side. "Let's get out of here." I mumbled, not looking back at the house. How many places would I leave behind, not looking back at the damage we'd caused? The thought passed, as I realized that like the other nonsense running through my head, it didn't matter in the end. Nothing did, as long as Ginger and I were together.

[Ginger Fitzgerald]

My anger rose like a tidal wave, it was her fault, the reason why we had to go there. I wasn't about to take any chances to get found or known. Fuck, there would be people out there to use us, Ghost was just one example. But we would probably need to get our strength back first anyway, I was sore from punching through the trap door and making my way here. So B had gotten her way. For now. Speaking of her, where was she? She seemed to take forever in grabbing her stuff, and when she showed up at the door, and asked for a smoke, thats when I grinned. "You know it." Pulling a crumpled pack from my pocket, there were a few still in there. Thankfully they weren't broken as I pull one out for Brigitte and grabbing the lighter from inside my pocket. Pulling out a smoke for myself, I light it, taking a puff before handing the lighter to Brigitte. Inhaling the death stick, I relax a bit more, the smoke blowing out as I exhale.

"Lets go." I began walking, moving fast until I was ahead of her and looking left and right. Death still lingered, and a fresh kill was inside. Animals who were starving may go in and eat what was left of Ghost. The thought made my insides warm, everything deserved to feast upon her flesh. Moving even faster than before, I could hear distant traffic, wondering if B would allow me to steal a car. We needed to put distance between us and this place. B had been here too long and I wasn't going to allow her to be tormented by this shit hole. A thought occured to me as we were walking, and I allowed a sidelong glance at my younger sister. "Do you have anymore monkshood?" I ask, knowing that I would take it away if she did. I wasn't letting her shoot poison into her system again, not when we could be together as wolves than one of us die.

Again I sniffed the air, it seemed more inviting than before hand. My sister was with me, she was free, we were out of Bailey Downs. Together. Trouble was, now we needed a place to crash at, and I knew the place. There was a small cottage about a few hours north from here, there was only an old man living there. I had passed through on my way, he had no dog, no wife and was alone. Knowing I couldn't kill him without B getting upset, I needed to find another way. Perhaps lie and say we were lost in the woods and needed a place to stay. I scoff in my mind, knowing that probably wouldn't work. Frustrated because I didn't have a better plan, I turn straight ahead, my eyes peeled ahead of me. Remembering I still had a cigarette in my hand, I tap the ash before taking another drag. Felt like heaven, and it reminded me old times. Before all this shit.

[Brigitte Fitzgerald]

"Thanks." I muttered when she handed me a cigarette. I lit mine and handed her back the lighter. I missed my zippo, I had no idea where it would be now. For some sick reason, smoke filling my lungs, with Ginger next to me doing the same, felt more like home than anything had in a while. I nodded, following her away from the house that had served as my prison. Ginger was moving fast, checking left and right. I took my time, following her slowly, but not letting her move out of my line of sight. I knew she was just playing protector. I kept smoking, filling my lungs with the acrid smoke before exhaling murky cloud.

I stared at the ground as I moved, keeping Ginger in my peripheral vision. I stopped and raised my head when she spoke again. "What? No...actually I broke the last vial back in the attic. I figured we didn't need it. Not now." It wasn't a cure for us, not as far as we'd both gone with the wolf. The last time I took any monkshood I'd gone into anephylactic shock. I wasn't about to try that shit again. Her grin told me that I was right in thinking that if I'd had any left, she'd have gotten rid of it. A phrase from back before all this shit happened breezed through my mind. United against life as we know it. Yeah, that was us. Still. I smirked to myself as we kept moving.

I had no clue where we were headed, but Ginger seemed to have something in mind. I followed easily, not really worried about what was going to happen next. I didn't really care anymore. As long as no more lives were lost, I was ok. I just couldn't get over all the death. I'd spent some time, during my lock up, in Ghost's basement, not the hospital, thinking about what else could exist. I mean, if there were werewolves, which was plainly obvious as a fact now, what else could there be? Did vampires exist? The thought of sucking blood to live, and never dying kind of turned me off. I think I was actually happier as a werewolf, even though I still had trouble accepting that. Ginger was totally cool with it, even jazzed about it. It was so Ginger to dig being an overgrown dog during the Full Moon. I smirked again at that thought.

I caught up to her as she paused, sniffing. I sniffed to, the air was cleaner, the scent of death, fresh & old, was behind us now, faded. "What is it Ginge? What are you thinking?" I could almost see the wheels turning in her mind. I knew she had something up her sleeve, but wasn't sure what it was. It had better not involve more killing. I wasn't as comfortable with that as she was. But I knew, without a doubt, that if anyone came after, I'd kill them, without qualms. Somehow, that was different than just killing for the fuck of it. We finished our cigarettes simultaneously. I pinched mine out and flicked the butt away. "Well, what's the plan? Or are you not sharing?" I gave her a look. It would also be Ginger's way to not let me in on it until it was over. That way, I couldn't complain about her methods, however in humane.

[Ginger Fitzgerald]

Good girl I silently thought as my sister replied about the monkshood, nodding my approval as I take another drag. "Good," I replied simply, knowing full well she knew that I would have gotten rid of it if she still had it with her. Flicking the butt onto the ground and making sure it was out(I didn't want a forest fire and B would rail on about that forever anyway). "Thinking about before all this. How nice it is to be together, that kinda shit." I look at her, my voice was still the same no emotion latched onto it, but B would know I was feeling grateful for this second chance. Yawning, my plan seemed clear in my head and it was time to tell B so she would have an idea. I couldn't do this myself no matter how much I tried to tell myself. I was a fool for thinking that and I wasn't going to make a second mistake. I needed her, more than ever. Life wasn't the same without my lil sis.

"Theres a house about a mile." I point, "we can go there. An old man lives there." I began moving again, not wanting to lose pace or still be out here when night came. When I was tired, I got more bitchy and somehow sleeping out here didn't seem to interest me much. "We aren't gonna kill him." I add, pushing branches that had snapped off the tree and lay in the way. They weren't huge and as I pushed, I was reminded of my knuckles from breaking the trap door. Again they reopened, but this time it wasn't as bad. Sharp bark touched underneath my hands as I push them away and out of the line of walking. Brushing my hands on my pants to get rid of the dirt and dust, I start moving again, keeping an eye out ahead of us in case of humans, animals or anything else, like, a werewolf say. But so far we were in the clear. I silently hoped it would stay like that since I wanted to spend some time with Brigitte before anything else happened.

My body felt like I was on a deadline, stopping only irked me, starting calmed me down. I guess I was eager to get out and away with B so no one could take her again. I vowed to everyone that if she was ever taken or touched, they would have me to deal with. I would rip their hearts out, maul them, kill them. No longer would they stand a chance! I think of Trina who died accidentally by slipping on spilt milk. As a human I was powerless to do much than banter and threat, but as a werewolf, I actually had the power to do something about what I said. I could now talk the talk AND walk the walk. An evil grin spread upon my face and thankfully I was ahead of Brigitte so she couldn't see. I didn't want lectures or anything of the sort, it was just me and my thoughts until I couldn't stand being in my own head.

Turning, I look at her, tilting my head and taking in her appearance. It had been weeks since I saw her and at the house I couldn't really get much of a proper look since we had business to take care of. Apart from looking different and a little older, she was still the same as when I dying. Her tears had went my fur, and I was happy that it was my sister I saw as I slipped into the clutches of death. "No killing, okay?" It was the closet she would get to hearing me say I wouldn't kill. Not unless I had to or if I wasn't around her. What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her. Besides, killing was what I did, it was who I was now. I have to admit, it was scary thinking that way. Had I changed so much that I was willing to kill because I had the power? Recalling the school where I murdered the janitor just confirmed what I was thinking.

[Brigitte Fitzgerald]

I gave Ginger a lopsided grin. "I think about that a lot too." It was bittersweet, everything before and since the werewolf fiasco. I was relieved to be back with Ginger. No matter how fucked up things got, if I had my sister with me, it'd all turn out alright. I shifted, anxious to get to wherever we were going. Anxious to get some sort of normalcy back. I gazed in the distance where Ginger pointed, glaring at first. We were NOT killing some old man. Luckily, Ginger was with me on that, or at least she said she was. If she killed him, fine, whatever, but I was having no part in a pointless murder. "Good, I think we've caused enough damage." I followed her lead, snaking through branches. "But if we don't kill him, how are we going to stay there? Look at us, Ginge." I gestured at both of us. We were both bloody, none of it ours. We didn't look like something a trusting stranger would let in his home. Maybe I was wrong. I nodded, agreeing with her. "Okay."

There was a fine line of smoke drifting up from his chimney. There was only a few trees between us and the house now. It had to be the house Ginger meant, there wasn't another house around for miles. The smell of the firewood turning to cinders was almost homey. Underneath the smell of burning wood was something else, something sweeter, and something far more foul. I almost started drooling, or gagging, depending on whichever scent I concentrated on. "Bacon. And..." I was hungry all over again. What the hell was up with that anyway? Maybe it was just the thought of food, causing an involuntary reaction. "Jesus, Ginge, it smells like death over there."

I wasn't sure what the plan was from here. We'd gotten to the place, but I had no idea how Ginger planned to get us in. "I take it we're lying. I mean, if we're not killing." I wasn't planning on killing anyone, not unless they meant to hurt Ginger or me. Other than that, I wanted to be guilt free. Murder didn't do much for my conscience. I shifted uneasily while we stood in the trees. Whatever we pulled, I would follow Ginger's lead. If things went her way, no doubt the old man would pull a shotgun on us, warning us away, and we'd end up killing him anyway. Guess I couldn't argue with Ginger then. I knew all too well what would happen if either of us were threatened. Any promises against killing went right out the window. "Ginge, let's get this over with." We took the first few steps toward whatever new beginning awaited us. I tried to control my breathing as I stayed glued to Ginger's side. I didn't have a good feeling about this.

[Ginger Fitzgerald]

Damage? As far as I thought, we hadn't done enough. Rolling my eyes, I glanced ahead as B speaks, and I had to chuckle at her words. "We just say we need help." I didn't want to mention that my plan stopped at the door, why worry her anymore? "Yea, we are covered in blood. If we can act like stranded teens, I'm sure he will help." I was getting really impatient and snippy, not to mention hungry, annoyed, and tired. A whole mix of emotions ran through my body. And the thought of acting like a stranded teen made me want to hurl. I hated, absolutely hated asking for help, even if it was to my sister. Looking weak was something I refused to do. Even as kids, and I got hurt, I sucked up the pain. There weren't many times were I actually asked for help, I never wanted it then, I didn't want it now. Plus the lack of trusting others could also contribute to the non asking help. I didn't ask, so I got no answer. Not that I was worried anyway. Like I said, I didn't care. Nope, not me. If I started giving a fuck, then there would be something wrong.

The smoke itched my nose, the scent of bacon washed it away as I looked up at the black line of smoke trailing from the chimney. "Someones home." I grin over at B, feeling just as hungry, even the scent of death didn't deter me. Hell, I WAS death, and dealing out death back at Bailey Downs, I was used to it. "Yea it does. But we will be fine." I mutter, shaking my head. This just showed how different we actually were. Grabbing her wrist, I pull her along, closer to the house that smelt of three things. Smoke, bacon(I actually drooled at that scent) and death. "Man I am fucking hungry again." I really needed to figure out why we always were hungry, but since we didn't know any other werewolves, we couldn't really get the answer. I began to think we should carry food with us wherever we go, because this 'getting hungry over smelling food' business irritated me. And we all know what happens when I get irritated, not a nice thing.

Pulling my sister along, I reach the door, feet made no noise upon the ground as I walked along. I was a little nervous, I didn't know who would be at the door when I knocked. I wondered if I should knock or just kick the door open, but one glance at my sister pushed away any kicking down the door idea. If he seemed aggressive, then I would attack first. Inching a little bit forward, so if anything did happen he would have to hit me to get to B, I raised my hand and knocked upon the wooden door. I hoped we didn't have to wait long, otherwise it would be time to kick down the door and find that food. My stomach rumbled, and I felt slight shifts happening in my body as I waited. Nerves, plus hunger, did that to me. Well duh, obviously.

[Brigitte Fitzgerald]

Sure, fine. We'd be fine. Ginger seemed sure of herself, so I went along with that. Ok. I took a deep breath, a big mistake. Cooking bacon and that rotting death smell hit me simultaneously. The weird part? It still smelled good. I was grossed out that the lingering scent of death didn't completely put me off. Maybe I could chalk it up to spending months in Ghost's basement with a dead and decomposing werewolf, and Alice, the previous caretaker at Happier Times. "Me too." I mumble back to Ginger as she talks about being hungry again.

Ginger drug me up to the door, and I let her. She looked back at me, then knocked. I knew instantly she'd been debating kicking the door down. She positioned herself in front of me and waited. There was a shuffling inside, Ginger and I both tensed automatically. As I heard the doorknob jiggle, I leaned on Ginger, trying to appear weak and tired. Like she'd said, an older man lived here, and it was him that opened the door for us. "Well, what do we have here? Are you two alright? What the dickens happened to ya? You're all...well, come in, come in." I looked at Ginger. Neither of us had said a word, but our appearance must have said enough for us. I kept the dejected look on my face as we walked in. Without meaning to, I caught my foot on the doorjam and stumbled.

I didn't fall, just enough of a stumble to give our act some reality. Both smells were stronger in the house. The dead smell came from what I guessed was his basement. He gestured for us to follow him to the kitchen, so we did. He heaped bacon on a plate and set it on a small round table in the kitchen. "You two look like you haven't eaten in days. Better get you cleaned up. Go on, you eat." He patted me on the shoulder and pulled out a chair, expecting me to sit and eat. I sat, hunger taking over, and started scarfing down bacon. He led Ginger to the hallway, and instructed her where the bathroom would be so she could clean up. "When she's all done, it's your turn." He smiled, but I didn't return it. I wasn't thrilled about being separated from Ginger, but bacon kept me occupied, and she was just down the hall.

A chill crept up my spine, hairs raising on the back of my neck. I chewed slowly, eyes and ears pricked to see or hear whatever it was that was creeping me out. "Quick, come here, I want to show you something before your friend gets back. I think you'll like it." Ok, now if that didn't sound like something a serial killer would say, it was damn near close. I shifted in my seat, turning to look back down the hall. I debated calling out for Ginger as I slowly stood up. He ushered me to the basement door and flung it open. "Go on, it's down there." Ok, I'd had enough of basements after being locked in Ghost's. And the death smell really put me off. I was NOT going down there. "You know, I think I'll wait for my sister." I turned around to find him standing above me weilding a large kitchen knife. Oh fuck. "GINGER!!!" I scream her name even as I sidestep around the guy. "Look, you don't want to do this." My hands were up, I shook my head, my voice edged with a growl. He laughed and lunged at me with the knife. I ducked, grabbing his wrist with both hands and twisting it until I heard a sharp crack. The knife clanged to the floor as he landed on top of me, screaming about his broken wrist.

He was bigger than I was, but I was stronger. I felt the wolf in me breaking the surface. A growl, low and deep echoed in my throat. In a blink, my eyes changed, I could tell by how different things looked. My fingernails were longer, thicker, more like claws, and I felt my mouth full of fangs. Tucking my knees to my chest, I got my feet between him and I and kicked. He flew back, smashing into the counter before falling down in a heap. "Ginger!!!! GINGER!!!" I struggle to my feet, and run for the hallway, my goal to get to Ginger and the bathroom. His hand shot out, grabbing my ankle and yanking hard enough that I went down hard. "OOPH!" Air rushed out of my lungs, but I dug my claws in, gouging the linoleum. I saw Ginger step from the bathroom and breathed an aching sigh of relief. I pulled, the rolled myself over and kicked with my free foot. It connected against his face, blood gushing out of his nose. I kept kicking, each thrust harder, my breath coming in grunted rasps as I stomped his face in. This is just what I'd been afraid of, and I knew, whether by my hand, or my sister's, the 'old man' was going to die.