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There are two dead men in this school, two men she's torn to pieces, shredding them like they're nothing. Like they're just nothing. It's like a drug, burning through her system, hot and dark and like nothing she's ever felt before, but Ginger knows there isn't going to be a crash. She's a fucking werewolf, after all, not a junkie and she can't stop.
The power is like nothing she's ever known and she lifts her hand, blood dripping from slick fingers. "It feels so… good, Brigitte," she says honestly. The blood catches the light and it's bright and rich, one of the most beautiful and grotesque things Ginger has ever seen. It's better than all their death scene photography. It's practically art.
Getting to her feet, Ginger moves toward her sister and murmurs, "It's like touching yourself, you know every move, right on the fucking dot and after, you see fucking fireworks, supernovas." There's a pause, a moment when she advances so smoothly she wonders if she isn't already the wolf. "I'm a goddamn force of nature. I feel like I could do just about anything." Her lips touch her sister's hair as she leans in and she can smell everything. She can smell Brigitte's fear and the blood on her own hands, the shampoo Brigitte uses, the fucking deoderant she put on that morning and the only thing Ginger wants is to have her sister back.
"You know," she whispers, "We're almost not even related anymore."
"You're fucked," Brigitte answers and Ginger hates this rage that rears up in her as much as she loves it.
Grabbing her sister, Ginger shoves her hard to the floor, but a second later she's practically on top of her, Brigitte's foot in her hand, holding her down as she crawls forward.
"You love it," she hisses as she stretches her body out on top of her sister's. "You should come for the ride, a little scratch, swap some juice, we'll be our own pack like before. It's so us, B."
"I'd rather be dead than be what you are," Brigitte says and there's so much venom in her voice that Ginger is stunned to silence for a moment.
"We have a pact!" she shouts, slamming her fist on the floor beside Brigitte, unable to stop herself now. This is different, this anger is harder and it hurts like it's never hurt her since she's been bitten. "Out by sixteen or dead on the scene, but together for fucking ever!" Breathing hard, her chest pushing against Brigitte's with every gasp, she whispers, "I said I'd die for you."
"No, you said you'd die with me, because you had nothing better to do," Brigitte answers and that response is like a fucking slap and Ginger scrambles backward, her boots slipping and sliding in streaks of blood.
"Fuck you, too," Ginger hisses. "You think I wanna go back to being nobody? You're fucked!" On her feet now, Ginger kicks her sister hard in the kidneys, wanting to do more, wanting to lay her body open with her claws, but she just backs away and says, "Stay the hell out of my way, Brigitte. And I'll tell Sam you said hi."
Stalking down the hall, her boots thumping hollowly on the floor, Ginger knows what she has to do. She has to find Sam and she has to take him out of the picture because once he's gone, Brigitte will be hers again. They'll be the same as they used to be, they'll be a pack, they'll be together. Brigitte won't be able to abandon her.
With both hands, Ginger slams into the exit door, leaving behind two bloody handprints, but it isn't the biting fall night that she's expecting when she exits the school. The air is heavy and warm, unexpectedly hot and Ginger can feel the blood drying sticky on her cheeks and chin. Before she can stop her momentum, she hits the top of a step and goes tumbling down, sprawled out in the dirt on a path she's never seen before that leads into a fucking jungle.
"Brigitte!" she screams, bloody fists pounding into the dirt before she sits up and whirls around to look back at the school, but the school is gone. There's a different building in place of it, a big, cement box and Ginger lets out a horrified, furious shriek as she scrambles to her feet and whips around, staring at her new surroundings.
It doesn't occur to her to look down at her hands, to see that her nails are normal once again, that her claws are gone. She doesn't think to touch her hands to her mouth and face, all she knows is that this isn't Bailey Downs, this isn't anywhere she recognizes and she's standing in the oppressive heat, covered in blood. "What the fuck?" Ginger shouts and somewhere nearby, a bird shrieks in response.
[ooc: Please see the post in slated for details. LT/ST is fine by me. :D]
The power is like nothing she's ever known and she lifts her hand, blood dripping from slick fingers. "It feels so… good, Brigitte," she says honestly. The blood catches the light and it's bright and rich, one of the most beautiful and grotesque things Ginger has ever seen. It's better than all their death scene photography. It's practically art.
Getting to her feet, Ginger moves toward her sister and murmurs, "It's like touching yourself, you know every move, right on the fucking dot and after, you see fucking fireworks, supernovas." There's a pause, a moment when she advances so smoothly she wonders if she isn't already the wolf. "I'm a goddamn force of nature. I feel like I could do just about anything." Her lips touch her sister's hair as she leans in and she can smell everything. She can smell Brigitte's fear and the blood on her own hands, the shampoo Brigitte uses, the fucking deoderant she put on that morning and the only thing Ginger wants is to have her sister back.
"You know," she whispers, "We're almost not even related anymore."
"You're fucked," Brigitte answers and Ginger hates this rage that rears up in her as much as she loves it.
Grabbing her sister, Ginger shoves her hard to the floor, but a second later she's practically on top of her, Brigitte's foot in her hand, holding her down as she crawls forward.
"You love it," she hisses as she stretches her body out on top of her sister's. "You should come for the ride, a little scratch, swap some juice, we'll be our own pack like before. It's so us, B."
"I'd rather be dead than be what you are," Brigitte says and there's so much venom in her voice that Ginger is stunned to silence for a moment.
"We have a pact!" she shouts, slamming her fist on the floor beside Brigitte, unable to stop herself now. This is different, this anger is harder and it hurts like it's never hurt her since she's been bitten. "Out by sixteen or dead on the scene, but together for fucking ever!" Breathing hard, her chest pushing against Brigitte's with every gasp, she whispers, "I said I'd die for you."
"No, you said you'd die with me, because you had nothing better to do," Brigitte answers and that response is like a fucking slap and Ginger scrambles backward, her boots slipping and sliding in streaks of blood.
"Fuck you, too," Ginger hisses. "You think I wanna go back to being nobody? You're fucked!" On her feet now, Ginger kicks her sister hard in the kidneys, wanting to do more, wanting to lay her body open with her claws, but she just backs away and says, "Stay the hell out of my way, Brigitte. And I'll tell Sam you said hi."
Stalking down the hall, her boots thumping hollowly on the floor, Ginger knows what she has to do. She has to find Sam and she has to take him out of the picture because once he's gone, Brigitte will be hers again. They'll be the same as they used to be, they'll be a pack, they'll be together. Brigitte won't be able to abandon her.
With both hands, Ginger slams into the exit door, leaving behind two bloody handprints, but it isn't the biting fall night that she's expecting when she exits the school. The air is heavy and warm, unexpectedly hot and Ginger can feel the blood drying sticky on her cheeks and chin. Before she can stop her momentum, she hits the top of a step and goes tumbling down, sprawled out in the dirt on a path she's never seen before that leads into a fucking jungle.
"Brigitte!" she screams, bloody fists pounding into the dirt before she sits up and whirls around to look back at the school, but the school is gone. There's a different building in place of it, a big, cement box and Ginger lets out a horrified, furious shriek as she scrambles to her feet and whips around, staring at her new surroundings.
It doesn't occur to her to look down at her hands, to see that her nails are normal once again, that her claws are gone. She doesn't think to touch her hands to her mouth and face, all she knows is that this isn't Bailey Downs, this isn't anywhere she recognizes and she's standing in the oppressive heat, covered in blood. "What the fuck?" Ginger shouts and somewhere nearby, a bird shrieks in response.
[ooc: Please see the post in slated for details. LT/ST is fine by me. :D]