Chapter one: Treatment

An: I really got back into Ginger Snaps, and the rest of the series. This is going to be an AU where not only Ginger gets the treatment before she turns, but the two along with Sam who refuses to leave Brigitte's side much to Ginger's annoyance. They also found out that in a past life, and that they are no ordinary werewolves. A lot of cool stuff is going to happen, and it's going to be awesome. I'm super excited to write this, and I hope y'all enjoy! :D

Brigitte

October 31, 2000

Brigitte knew she only had a little bit of time for her to get to her sister. She need this cure to work. They two of them would bail town, and run off together. They could survive to this together. No matter what would stand in their way, they could overcome it together. She had the cure in her hand ready to give it to Ginger as soon as she found her. There was a delay when she found out that Ginger had escape. There was only one place where she could be now. She was on her way to go to Sam.

She didn't know how she felt about Sam, but the fact that he had helped her this far meant more than words can describe to her. She didn't want to lose her sister to some beast. Regardless if it came from her or not. She would do whatever it takes to keep her sister. She needed her sister. But rather Ginger wanted to admit it or not. She needed her as well.

She walked into the party, and was surrounding around sweating, and intoxicated people. She knew where Sam's room was, and when she came into the room she saw the moment Ginger broke his arm. Rage filled her frame, and she pushed her elder sister, and screamed how selfish she was whenever nothing evolved her.

Ginger bucked, and said that she wasn't even her sister anymore. In a minute of resolve, Bridget grabbed a knife off the counter close by. She cut a deep gash into her palm, and approached her sister. "You said you would never leave me," she said as she cut Ginger's palm producing a growl from her sister's throat. She barely noticed Sam's pleas not to, but this was the only way for Ginger to trust her again. She mingled her blood with her sister, and the moment they made eye contact. She could sense it that it reaffirmed the bond the two sister had with one another.

Brigitte pulled out the syringe, and injected it into her vein. Sam had regained some of his strength, and pulled away Bridget away from her thrashing sister. After a moment, she stopped, and pushed for a moment before sitting up. She looked like Ginger again, except for the claws, and the white hair. Bridget sniffled, and broke free from Sam's arms and into her sister's. The two cried for a moment before gathering themselves.

"We got to get out of here." Ginger said as she pulled her sister off the ground. "Far the fuck away from here, and we need to give you the cure."

"Let's not get too over excited about this," Sam interjected, and Ginger growled at him. "My point and case. This isn't a cure. We still need to study, and find a better way to keep it in check." Bridget elbow her sister, and Ginger looked at her for a moment.

"Fine, we need a ride anyways," she snorted, and led the way out. Bridget, and Sam stood in the room together, and then after a moment Sam began to pack and stash, and all of his other things.

"And money," Sam snapped back without missing a beat.

"Oh drug dealing, of course," Ginger growled, "way to be a provider." Brigitte elbowed her sister.

"He's has helped cured you," she said, "or at least he found a way to drastically slow the change. You were about to turn, and you know it." The two shared a look, and eventually Ginger looked guilty.

"Fine whatever," Ginger snapped, and pulled him close to him. Sam groaned as his arm was still sore from being twisted the way she did to him earlier. "But you even think about touching my little sister. I'll tear you a new one." There was a growl in her voice, but Brigitte noticed Sam ignored it. She stalked off to his van, and the two watched her go.

"We need to get you more Monkshood," Sam said, and Brigitte agreed with a slow nod of her head. "Where did you say we can get it again?" He asked as he finished packing his things.

"Craft stores." Brigitte answered, and she followed him out. Ginger watched them idly as they loaded up his van.

"Doesn't mom have that stuff at home," Ginger asked as they were finished, and she climbed in the front with the two. Brigitte gave her sister a tiring look. "Okay, we know the stuff works, but I don't want you to wait."

"We can get it tomorrow morning, once we're far away from here." She made an emphasis on the once. Ginger was about to say something. "You made enough mess as is Ginger. We're lucky that most of them look like animal attacks. We need to leave tonight." Ginger held her hands up in surrender.

"Alright, whatever you say boss," she said still sarcastic, and Brigitte was hoping that she would get her sister back once they found something for the curse. Brigitte watched her sister curl up against the door, and she fell asleep. She looked like her sister, except for the white hair, and she wondered if she would ever have her red hair again. She sighed, leaned against the back of the seat.

Sam drove off, and the two were silent until they were out state, and it was noon. Brigitte kept running a fever on and off, and they found a craft store. The trio made their way in, and it wasn't hard for them to find Monkshood. They bought it in bulk, and Sam paid since he was the only one that had money.

Once they found a motel, and Ginger was adamant on it being two beds, which wasn't a problem since the woman had asked just as Ginger said it. Brigitte sighed, and the three made it into their room. Sam began making two doses one for Brigitte, and the other for Ginger.

"Wait should I be taking another dose so soon?" She asked, and not trusting of Sam. She looked at Brigitte for back up.

"You're a lot further than I am in this, and I am taking a dose as well," she said to her sister as she laid on the bed. Her fever was getting worse, and that's what won Ginger over. She snatched the syringe out of Sam's hand, and paused because she didn't know what to do. Brigitte watched the two interact from the bed, and watched her sister groan in pain as she collapsed on the ground.

But that's all she saw as she watched Sam walk up to her and tie a rope around her arm. She was out before she felt the needle prick her skin. When she woke up Ginger was combing her fingers through her hair. She looked up, and Ginger smiled. It was the same Ginger as she was before the attack. Red hair, and blue eyes. The only thing that marked her as infected with the curse was the canines that were sharpened into fangs.

"Hey sleepyhead," she said, and her attitude was as it was before everything. Brigitte smiled teary eyed, and Ginger pulled her into a hug. "I'm really sorry for everything I put you through," She apologized. "Thinking about everything you were doing for me, and trying to do for me. You never betrayed me." She said with tears in her own eyes. "That wasn't me," she tried to reason how she acted. "That was the beast." She told her, and Brigitte nodded, and hugged her sister.

"I know," she sniffled, "You're a bitch, but not that much of one." She insulted her sister, and they both laughed through tears. "Where is Sam?" She asked as she sat up on the bed the two shared. His things were still here.

"He went to sell, and buy us some food." Ginger explained, "He only left like half an hour or so before you woke up." Brigitte nodded. "But I still think he likes you." She accused. "Or that you like him." She pointed a finger, and it was still a sharp claw. Brigitte rolled her eyes. "Fine whatever, but I reserve the right to say I told you so when you two get married in Las Vegas or whatever."

"He already said he doesn't see me like that," Brigitte countered.

"Hey don't get mad at me, he's your boyfriend after all," she replied, and they both heard the door unlocking. Sam came in with food.

"Good," he said, "The treatment is working better than I thought." He said as he brought over the food which smelled like meat, and her stomach growled in agreement. He pulled out a couple of cheeseburgers, and fries. He held off some food for himself. "How are you feeling?" He asked Brigitte.

"Oh geez, I'm fine thanks for asking," Ginger answered starkly.

Brigitte elbowed her sister in the ribs. "I'm fine thanks," she answered awkwardly, and Sam nodded.

"I sold a bit extra, and you two can get some clothes," he told them. "There's a Walmart close by." He added, and they nodded in agreement. "I'll take you two by thereafter we eat." He said as he stuffed his mouth with food.

This was the most comfortable, and least awkward meal she had ever had in her life. That, and Ginger was back to her mostly normal self again. She leaned her head against her shoulder. Ginger nonchalantly rubbed her chin against the top of her head before she went back to eating. Brigitte thought nothing about it, and finished her food with a sigh.

"Um, the Monkshood?" She asked.

"He put them in these little vials," Ginger answered for him, "and it's really cool. He put them in the fridge." Ginger nodded her head in the direction of the fridge. Brigitte stood up, and walked over. There were twelve of the little vials, and the liquid was purple.

By the time she looked back to them they were finished eating. "You two ready to go," He asked as he stood up. The two pulled on their jackets, and followed him out two his van. The drive to the supermarket was short. He gave them a couple of hundred dollars bills each, and sent them on their way.

"Oh well look at that your drug dealing boyfriend can provide for us," she teased as she leaned close to her ear. Brigitte pushed her sister, and she laughed in response. She rolled her eyes, and the two began shopping. "I can't stand to see you wear those long ass skirts anymore." She said as she yanked from her hands. "Come on, we're runaways now." She grinned. "We did what we promised that we were going to do."

"Out by sixteen or dead in this scene," Brigitte quoted.

Ginger held out her hand with the cut that was healed on the both of them. "But together forever."

"Forever," Brigitte agreed with a small smile, but on the inside she wondered what the hell was going to happen to them. They were both infected, and who knows how long it was going to keep the beast at bay. Would they kill themselves? She thought as she picked out a shirt, and a couple of pants. Ginger led them to the underwear section. She drew out a lacy pair and grinned at her.

"You gotta impress your boyfriend now," she teased.

"That joke is going to get old real quick Ging," Brigitte replied bitterly as she snatched it from her hand.

"Okay, B," Ginger said as she held up her hands. "Like I said. I will be there the day you two get married, saying I told you so." Then after getting essentials they needed for showers, and shaving they checked out, and placed their stuff in the back. They climbed in the front Ginger making Brigitte sit in the middle.

"What the hell did you guys do in there," Sam asked as he started up his vehicle.

"Lady Stuff," Ginger replied. "You wouldn't understand it. Now let's go home. I ready to take a shower."

"Same," Brigitte replied.

November 21, 2000

"She's turning too quick, and we've used up all the Monkshood," Brigitte whispered as both her and Sam shared a smoke outside. Ginger was asleep, and during their time together she had become more trusting of Sam with her sister.

"I know," he replied, "I need something better." He paused, "Remember when I said that Monkshood was a relative of Wolfsbane?" He began, "Well I think we need that," he said.

"We've looked everywhere for that stuff," she said, "and we're injecting poison into our bloodstream. What if we die?" She snapped at Sam. She was handling the doses better than Ginger because they started soon after she was infected.

"No, there's one place where it's a Native Americans shop," He said. "I talked to the girl in there, and she said that I must bring you two to there immediately. She also said that they have Wolfsbane." Brigitte stared at him.

"When were you going to tell me about this," she accused.

"When Ginger was asleep," he answered honestly. "As soon as Ginger's up, but B," He had taken to calling her by her nickname. "The girl warned me that the dose has to be exact, or it will kill the both of you."

"Then let me take it," they heard a voice. She still looked the same as she did before the attack, but her moods were off and on, and becoming aggressive. "If I die, but don't turn into one of those things. Well at least we know how to kill it." She said.

"Ging, you can't," Brigitte said desperate.

"I'm going to B," she said as she tossed the keys towards Sam. "Let's go." She climbed into the front seat. Brigitte looked at Sam accusingly, and he snubbed out the cigarette. He climbed into the driver seat. The ride was short, and outside was a woman waiting for them. She was Asian, and short. She smiled as Sam pulled up to park.

"Good, you guys made it before she left," she said as she motioned with her hand to follow her inside. "I was afraid you would miss her."

"Who's her," Brigitte asked, as she followed her regardless. Someone behind them locked the door, and flipped the open sign to close. The rest of the workers were Native Americans except for the woman.

"The wise woman, or seer," the woman explained with a smile, and pushed the beads aside, and Ginger snorted.

"Bullshit," Ginger retorted.

"Oh, the same could be said about werewolves," She replied back with a grin. They both glared at Sam. "Oh he didn't tell me anything. My crows told me that werewolves were about the area." She spared Sam the burden of being bitched at later tonight.

"You've come," A woman's voice sounded as there was a fire pit in the dark room. The woman who led them inside stepped aside. She pulled Sam along with her, and a growl escape Brigitte's lips, and Ginger snickered.

"This is for you two," the wise woman began, "He is human so his future is not a part of yours. Sit." She said as she herself was sitting cross legged on the ground. Brigitte, and Ginger followed suit. "Long ago, it has been foreseen that the white man will bring this plague across the sea to infect this land." She began, "it was also seen that red, and black would either break the curse or strengthen it." She pointed to Brigitte and Ginger with their respected hair colors. "Your ancestors made it stronger, and you were born again to break the curse." She explained. "However, it seen that you two have made it stronger again." She sighed, as she stood up, and it was clear with age her bones were growing weaker. Brigitte cast a glance towards Ginger. Ginger was licking her lips, and for a second they made eye contact, and knew what the other was thinking. Food. The wise woman grabbed something, and returned to her spot. "This was a white man's disease that they have brought over, and only the white man's plant can fix this. Wolfsbane." She said as she gave it to the woman who took it carefully in her own hands. "I am too old to help with the preparation, however, she is a powerful witch." She nodded towards the woman. "She will help you. I pray that you two make the right decision this lifetime." She dismissed them.

The woman practically skipped out of the shop. "So are we going to back to your place," she asked cheerfully. Brigitte looked up, and noticed all the crows crowding around them. She stopped letting them pass her to the van. Ginger was practically snarling. Until they all saw her mouth, 'let's go to your place. They are expecting me to give you the deadly dose.'

"Let's head back to our place." Ginger said quickly, and the woman nodded. She climbed in the back.

"You have a lot of shit back here," she shouted. All three of them rolled their eyes. Soon they were back into the motel, and the woman took off her jacket with the Wolfsbane in her hand. She looked at the equipment. "You've been shooting it. Smart," she said with a nod. "Monkswood right?' She asked.

"Yeah, it was the only thing we could find that grew in here." Brigitte answered.

"Well the wise woman was right when she said that it was a white man's disease," she answered. "But you know what fuck her, my people were burned at the stake, and y'all were shot on site." She shrugged her shoulders. "Oh, my opinion on this matter is that you guys should flee to the states." She began making the batch. "I did my own searching, I know what will happen when I give you a different dose."

"Yeah, what's that," Sam asked. The woman looked up with a grin.

"The curse will strengthen even more so than it has now." She answered. "But not only that you two will be able to turn back and forth between your wolf form, and human form. Now I don't know if you'll keep your intelligence, so let me know on that part." She said as she finished making the batch. She eyed how much was in the syringe with a scrutiny that matched all adults. After she was done, she handed the two each a syringe. "I'm actually from America myself so if you two need me talk to one of the crows, and they'll pass it along to me." She said as she began to leave.

"Wait," Brigitte panicked for a moment, "Just this one dosage, and we won't need to inject Monkshood or you know this." She held up the syringe to show what she meant.

"I swear on my fidelity with Bastet, and crows and ravens that that is all you will ever need," she swore as she cut her palm with a knife she produced. The wound healed before their eyes. "Oh a heads up, it's going to hurt like a bitch, and you will turn, but you'll turn back immediately." She said, "My goddess told me."

Then with that she was gone, and Ginger stalked after her but the crows were taking to the sky, and she was nowhere in sight.

"Fucking weirdo," she cursed her, and sighed. "At the same time?" She asked Brigitte, and she nodded.

The two were sitting across from one another rubber tied around their bicep till a vein threaten to pop. "You should hide in the bathroom." Brigitte warned Sam. Sam nodded, and took a chair to bar it against the door. She exhaled shakily as she held her arm out with the needle about to stick into her vein.

"B," Ginger said and held out her hand to her, and Brigitte nodded then they intertwined their fingers. "One, two, and three..." Together they plunged the needle into their veins, and pushed the poison into their veins. Brigitte heard Ginger screaming first, but after that she blacked out in her own pain.

The next thing she knew she was on all four, and she looked at her sister who was a white wolf, and she looked down at her own paws that were actually still hands, and she was covered in black fur.

I remember you, she heard Ginger said amongst the growls she was emitting from her muzzle.

I remember you too, she replied back. Then she felt a cramp.

Fuck, Ginger cursed with a deep snarl, and the next she knew was that she was naked on the floor next to Ginger. They were both panting, and physically their bodies were hurting from the turn to wolf form and back to human form.

"Are you two okay," Sam asked, and Brigitte could hear his heart beating rapidly in his chest.

"We're fine," Ginger snapped, "Give us a minute to get dressed." She said as she sat up with a groan. "Fuck that hurt like a bitch."

"The woman did say it would hurt like a bitch," Brigitte said as she stood up slowly. It was a slow process, but the two got dressed, and Sam let himself out.

"So you two are okay?" He asked nervously, looking between the two.

"Okay is a subjective word," Ginger groaned as she laid down on the mattress. They heard a tapping on the door, and Brigitte watched Sam walk to the door with new feelings swirling in her mind and body. She heard a cawing of a crow, and she watched Sam bend over to pick up a note.

"We have to leave tonight, the witch, she says her name is Astrid," he stopped, "said that we need to get out that the wise woman suspect her helping us instead of them. She said that she will meet us at the border with passports, and ids so we can get into the states."

"Great," Ginger groaned, and Brigitte sat up.

"Let's get going then." She said as she felt stronger, and began to pack. "Did she said where to meet her?"

"The note said to follow Route 147, and it's called the Norton–Stanhope Border Crossing," He told them as he packed his gear, and left a tip for the motel. They three jumped in the van, and drove off for their new life.