Brigitte Snaps - Ginger Snaps II

Part 2 - First Blood

She's not sure when it started. Honestly, she didn't think it would work. Blood mixed with blood was simple enough; An oath materialized by the mixing of each others vital fluid. It wasn't physically forever even though it felt like it was. That pact wasn't a real satanic ritual.
It was two teenage girls trying to be dark and mysterious.
With werewolves, that's it's different.
On the palm of her own hand it didn't matter, but with the blood of her monstrous sister, it  did.
Brigitte didn't pant like the others when infected, that's why she thought it didn't work. She thought maybe she was different then them. Maybe the lycanthrope gods didn't curse her because her sister had already been sick, but that was a stupid thought, she knew it.
After a couple days it really started to sink in.

But She was like Ginger now so it was okay. They where finally on the same ground again - But that's not true, not anymore. Ginger wasn't what she used to be. That injection made sure of it.
They where separated all over again.

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Sam hadn't seen Brigitte since the greenhouse. It had been 3 days since that night and he had no idea what had gone on with them.
He knows they didn't die as that would be in the paper.
They didn't run away as wolves, one because he knew Brigitte didn't want to, and two, it would be all over every news station in Canada.
'Two teen girls mysteriously vanish the night The Beast of Bailey Downs mauls and murders two of the schools faculty. '
Yeah, that would be too good of a story for any news station to pass.
That means they must've fixed it, he thought.
She calmed Ginger down and made more of the vaccine while Ginger was out. That was the only way they could've gone about it discreetly.

He pulls into the parking lot of the high school at around 12:15. Thats lunch break for the students. Most of them come outside since they're smokers. Suspiciously, he doesn't see either of the Fitzgeralds. He doesn't know exactly what he was looking for other then red streaks or dark brown hair but looks for it anyways.
He's got no clue what the sister were like before the lycanthrope. No idea of what they would be doing if Ginger hadn't been attacked. He just knows they're smokers and they should be out.
It was shitty for to admit that he never noticed Brigitte before last month. He's sure they where around but his eyes where always on guys like Jason for money, and girl like Trina for sex. Weird girls didn't matter to him.

He peaks his head out the window and debates making a round trip of the school but he didn't want to seem weird. After that whole Columbine thing teachers are overly cautious of strangers, and even though he isn't a stranger - he technically works there, he doesn't want to attract unwanted attention. Instead, Sam hops out the truck and starts collecting the tree branches he cut down last Friday. He does it slowly because it isn't his main priority. Also, his arm is in a sling thanks to Ginger. Surprisingly, he doesn't hate her. He thinks she's fucked up, just like Brigitte but in a more complicated way. He wonders if Brigitte would be different if she didn't have Ginger as a sister.
After he gets few branches in, he catches the eye of a familiar blue eyed douche. Its Jason.
He hollers at him to come over and he does easily. He wasn't with his friends and Sam doesn't know if that's the new normal around here. His eyes where so focused on Brigitte and lycanthropy the rest of life just slipped his mind.
"Got a smoke?" He asks. He doest want to seem weird, Brigitte being a 15 year old outsider and him the local drug dealer, so he plays it off as nicotine cravings.
Sam knew what happened to Jason and he feels like he's not supposed to. In truth, Ginger should be the only one knows. It's awful what's happened to him and that's private.
"Yeah." Jason mumbles. He isn't his overly obnoxious wannabe self. That's weird. Sam didn't think anyone could knock that out of him.
Jason hands a smoke to Sam and he lights it, ignoring the full pack in his back pocket.
He inhaled sharply and speaks as he blows out.
"You uh. You seen the Fitzgeralds?"
"Which one." Jason asks.
"The freaky one. Brigitte."
"Yeah." Jason says staring at the ground. He puts his hand out for the cigarette.
"What. It was my last one."
The old Jason would've never done that, Sam thinks. He would've let Sam have the whole thing to make him happy - plus, in his mind it's gay. Sam doesn't make a deal of it.
"Where's she at?" Sam asks.
"Changing rooms probably. With Ginger. That's where they've been hanging recently. Whyd' you wanna know?" There's not any suspicion in his voice but Sam still takes it that way. He never thought up a good excuse beforehand and kind of stumbles over his words when he speaks.
"Uh. She's got this thing for plants. Asked me to get her some uh- monkshood." He wasn't lying.
"I'd tell her you wanna talk but I'm not really aloud in there. Like they'd wanna talk to me anyways."
"It's alright." Sam says. "I'll just find her some other time."
Jason nods and gives the remaining stump of the cigarette to Sam. There's not much left to smoke - just a couple wimpy drags, but if your a guy like Jason you do anyways.
"See you around." Jason says, and he stumbles away from the truck, not in the direction of his friends.