Drabbles - Night, Light and Anger
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Drabble - Light
Ginger ignored Brigitte as they walked to school together. She knew what Brigitte would say and she didn’t want to hear it.
“Bitten on a full moon...now you’re hairy...”
Yeah, okay, she had been attacked by something, and yeah it had been a full moon, and YEAH she was hairy. But it could have been any-fucking-thing, and of course she was going to be hairy...hello! She’d just got the curse!
At night, in their room, alone together, Brigitte’s theory’s seemed plausible... believable... but in the light of day? It just sounded like something right out of Hollywood. Pure Bullshit!
Drabble - Anger (Trina is still alive, and nothing from the night of her death happened)
Trina Sinclair’s popularity had severely gone down after she had been dumped by local playboy Sam McDonald for local... well there was no other way to put it... local freak Brigitte Fitzgerald. It didn’t help that Brigitte had done the thing that Trina had thought impossible... She had made Sam fall in love. So in love in fact was he, that he had become the most reliable and loving boyfriend anyone could ever imagine.
She wished that she could confront Brigitte. To get her on her own and tell her exactly what Sam was. A cherry hound and a player. Trina was sure that Brigitte Fitzgerald was just sort of ‘test’ to Sam. He would come back to her... he always did.
The problem was that Trina was the prime suspect in Ginger Fitzgerald’s disappearance. Ginger was Brigitte’s sister, and so she wasn’t allowed to be anywhere near her, let alone allowed to talk to Brigitte.
It wasn’t like she saw Brigitte in school either. Brigitte was home-schooled. She had to be! There was no way she would survive in school now, not after all that had happened with Ginger, not now she was with Sam...
None of this mattered to Trina as she stormed towards the couple’s apartment. It was Halloween night, and she was in disguise, and so hoped that no one would recognise her. She didn’t think about what would happen when she started having a go at Brigitte. She banged on their door furiously, behind it, the sounds of a giggle-filled play fight stopped. This only spurred her on. Play fights and giggling? The most she got out of Sam was a bit of unusual sex....
It was Brigitte that opened the door. She wasn’t wearing much. A vest top and a pair of Sam’s boxers. She looked on a Trina - a witch - confused.
“It’s a bit late for trick or treating isn’t it... and aren’t you a little old?” she questioned, a smirk on her lips. Since when had Brigitte become so cocky? Trina pulled off her mask.
“I’m here to talk to you Brigitte.” She snarled, trying desperately to remain calm enough to get her point across. “I need to talk to you about Sam... there’s some things you need to know about precious lover boy! “ Brigitte laughed.
“I know you fucked him Trina,” she said.
“Yeah, me and who else? Everyone I’m willing to bet. Sam’s a cherry hound you see.... he likes virgins... he’s probably just with you out of sympathy... and he’s a player. He cheated on me more times than I can care to remember!” Trina smirked as she talked, but it soon disappeared when she realized she was getting no reaction from Brigitte.
“You know Trina, Sam and I talk about everything. He made a point of telling me about each and every girl he ever slept with because he knew that those rumours where affecting me. With the exception of me, Sam has slept with a total of 3 women. The first was his high school sweetheart. They were together for a year before they slept together. The second was a customer. A local teenager who wanted to fix up her garden for her mother as a surprise. They dated for 3 months before they slept together....” Brigitte said, watching Trina’s face carefully. It grew redder with every passing second.
“They were both virgins!” she screamed. Brigitte laughed.
“Yeah they where, but so where you. Now Sam admitted to me that he was never in a relationship with you... it was purely fucking. I can deal with that. Especially since I know you came round looking to score when he was watching porn. He was desperate for it Trina. But what makes me laugh is you. You saw an opportunity to get a bit of free weed. So you fucked him. You fucked a guy for free weed... that practically makes you a prostitute!” Brigitte was grinning from ear to ear now. Trina didn’t reply. “And you gave it up at the same time... wow, you’re a junkie too. So desperate to score you gave up your virginity for some free weed.” Trina opened and closed her mouth a few times, but was unable to reply. She was about to storm off, when Sam appeared behind Brigitte. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her cheek. It was so cute, Trina wanted to barf!
“Trina Sinclair... what are you doing here? If you’re looking to score then you can fuck off. I don’t deal anymore. Period.” He said. She’d made him stop dealing too! What the fuck had she done to Sam.
“She wasn’t here to score Sam, she was here to ahem ‘warn me’ off you,” Brigitte said, turning her head so she could brush her lips against Sam’s. Sam smirked.
“Did you tell her that today is our anniversary? And that I proposed?” he asked. Brigitte had to bite her lip to stop herself from laughing. What Sam said was true.... and he was saying it just too wide Trina up.
“You’re engaged!” Trina screamed, outraged. Brigitte held out her left hand.
“He said he could imagine life without me,” she said, her face alight with pride.
“I’d marry you right now if I could,” Sam growled into Brigitte’s ear as he playfully chewed on it. Brigitte giggled as he started to whisper, her face going red. Suddenly her eyes lit up.
“Bye Trina... I’ve got to go... do some stuff...” She said in a hurry, before she pushed Sam inside and slammed the door. Trina stood open mouthed, shocked.
NOW THEY WERE GOING TO HAVE SEX!
Drabble - Night
Sam lay on the grass outside his greenhouse, stared up at the night sky. He wished he could see the stars...but the lights of Bailey Down’s were enough to block them from view. It was a pity really... he liked looking at the stars, they calmed him down.
And calming down was what he needed. He had just spent a week of his life looking for a girl. Not just any girl, but one that knew what how to spell Lycanthrope, and even knew what one was.
Not only that, but she seemed to believe in their existence as much as he did. She had been the one running from the one he’d hit the week before. She was the one that had a close-up photo of one.
Despite all this, she had avoided all his questions, and hadn’t even told her his name. Damn. How was he going to find her without a name...?
With A sigh, Sam returned to his greenhouse, decided that working on his Black Orchid would calm him down a little.
“Its Brigitte...” came a voice, startling him. He knocked over his Orchid at the same time, breaking it.
“Shit!”