Brigitte Snaps - Ginger Snaps II

Part 3 - The Greenhouse

Dinner that night was painful. Brigitte only had one thing on their mind and that was the greenhouse; Sam. She needed that shot and soon. She could feel the infection growing already, Making her into something she wasn't. Maybe it was a placebo - like she thought she was getting sick but she wasn't and instead it was just her weird, twisted mind was playing cruel tricks on it self. She really needed to see Sam. Give him some sort of closure. It was the right thing to do. After all, he's the reason her sister was still alive. Though Ginger didn't see it that way.

After dinner the sisters go to their dark and dated room. Brigitte sits on her bed and Ginger on hers.
"When are we going?" Brigitte asks.
Ginger traces her wrists with her claws. "I need to shower."
"What? Ginger, now? I need that shot."
"Brigitte, your fine. It took me a fucking month for it to... it'll be the same for you." Ginger gets up and creeps to the bathroom.
Brigitte panics. "What if it isn't?"
"Bee, it will." Ginger shuts the door and locks herself in.
Something is wrong with her, in the opposite way then before. Ginger lets the water run and sits on the toilet. She didn't actually have to shower, she just needed some privacy, just for a sec.
Ginger pulls the bulk of her pant leg up and takes off her sock. She could feel growing pains in her ankle all day and now she knew why. The extra claw that poked out heel was now recoiled in. It left a bloody hole where it used to be.
"Fuck." Ginger shoots under her breath. She tries to touch it, moving her pointer finger to the hole and sticking her claw in. It doesn't hurt. Thats good. When she tries to take it out something is wrong. Her nail bed rips apart from the claw and leaves it in the would. Her short, very real, very human fingernails remain.
"Fuck." She says it louder this time.
"Ginger? Are you okay?" Brigitte calls to her from the other side.
"There's something seriously wrong with me." Ginger says it likes she's crying but there's no tears. She panics more when a second claw falls off.
Brigitte easily picks the lock of the cheep door and rushes over to her sister. She sees the claw sticking out of her skin and makes a face but Ginger doesn't notice, she's too busy pulling off her fingernails.
"Ginger. This is good. It means your going back to normal. And- and the poison seriously works."
Ginger doesn't know how to respond. She feels like she's loosing something, how could that be good? Whatever was inside her is definitely gone, but those pieces leaving her, those nails falling off cemented it, and for the first time she admits to herself that she properly misses the wolf.
"Yeah." Ginger wipes a single tear. "Let's get some in you."

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It's 12:30 by time the girls arrive. Brigitte's shivering cold when they get there. The walk is 30 minutes across the suburbs and into the farm side, Sam's greenhouse is right in between. They don't knock when they come in, just open the door and walk through the rows upon rows of plants.
Sam's light is on but the door is closed. He's probably reading or looking at porno mags, Ginger thinks.
She goes to open the door but Brigitte stops her. She whispers "let me do it. He's probably freaked the fuck out by you."
Ginger shoots her a dirty look but let's Brigitte go in.
Sam's not frightened when she does. Brigitte guesses he gets a lot of that - with guys popping in for weed and girls probably for sex.
Brigitte doesn't like that.
"Hey." Sam sits up. "You came."
Brigitte looks confused and Ginger comes in smiling. "This place is like a serial killers shack. You should really put up some lights." She scoffs at all his candles.
"Well that costs money Ginger." He smiles sarcastically.
He didn't expect Ginger to be there. He didn't want her to.
"I'm infected." Brigitte blurts. "And I'm not lying this time."
Sam isn't surprised. What did she think was going to happen with that stupid fucking oath?
"So you want the needle?" He asks.
Brigitte nods staring straight at the floor.
He's a little disappointed. He half wishes she cared for him a little more then being their lycanthrope style drug dealer but that's how it's supposed to be.
Sam sighs and sits back in his chair. He grabs the monkshood which is still on the table from the last time they cooked up.
"So it works?"
"Yes. It Fucking works." Ginger bites.
"Jeez I was just asking.. so what happened after you left?"
Brigette opened her mouth to talk but Ginger gets there first.
"It's private." She says.
Brigitte turns around and gives her a pleading look.
"He deserves to know."
Ginger bites her lip.
"She was.. well. Fully wolf. Like that one you killed with your car. And she fucked the house up but I got her."
"And she's back to normal now?" Sam says crushing up the flowers and putting them into a metal cup. "Got a light?"
Brigitte nods and hands it over. "She's um. She's lost her claws."
Sam nods. "That's good." He heats up the cup and substance melts down fast. "You can sit if you want." He tilts his head, pointing to the bed.
Brigitte does but Ginger doesn't.
He hands the cup to Brigitte and searches his cupboard for a syringe. He finds one and takes it out, but pauses.
"You know. I don't think it's safe for you to do this."
"What? Why?"
Ginger uncrosses her arms stomps her foot. "Just give her the shot so we can out of here!"
Sam gives her a look and turns to Brigitte.
"She was so much farther along then you Bee. You get stronger as it grows right. Maybe your still to human to survive it."
Ginger winces when he calls her that. Bee. That's her nickname for Brigitte, not his.
"So what? We just let her change and wait until she's gone apeshit? Yeah, that's a good idea."
"I dunno." Sam says. "We don't know the lethality of this thing. From the looks of it she's still fine. Normal even."
"She's not fucking normal." Ginger laughs. "She bled today. Fitzgeralds don't bleed till they're basically 16."
Brigitte winces as she says it. That was private, she thinks, and fucking embarrassing.
"Well how old is she?" Sam asks.
"15. She's got at least 9 more months."
"Your not twins, you know. And even then it's not necessarily a given that two female twins will menstruate at the same time, it's- you know what. Never mind..." he stops his ramblings and turns to Brigitte, who's eyes are shut and still recovering from the topic of conversation. "I really think you should wait." He says softly, ducking down a bit to try and meet her gaze, which he eventually does. They look at each other and Brigitte trusts him. She knows he right and she sure doesn't want to die. Not when she's just got her sister back.
"Jason." Ginger jumps. "Jason was still kinda early when he got his and he's fine."
Sam nods. "Yeah, but he's quite a bit bigger then Brigitte is. Both of you are. I could cut back on the dosage and not give her a full shot but I still think it's to early now."