A/N: I love Ginger Snaps, so I decided to collect some nice songfics I created. I must say they are beautiful... Anywho!
Like You-Evanescence
Stay low, soft dark and dreamless, far beneath my nightmares and lonliness...
Brigitte stared down and the massive beast before her. Its chest heaved, wheezing in an effort to keep breathing. She knew Ginger was dying. The metal blade was protruding from between two of her ribs. It had been a clean shot on Brigitte's part. But not clean enough.
I hate me for breathing without you. I don't want to feel anymore for you...
She began to cry for the monster her sister had become. She hated it, and yet she knew deep down that the lycanthrope dying before her was still her sister. In so many ways she hated Ginger for that. For making her care about the dying animal. For making Brigitte love her.
Grieving for you, I'm not grieving for you, nothing real love can't undo...
And yet she knew she and her sister would always be together. It was a bond they shared. So much stronger than people. They were sisters. It was a very special bond few knew of.
I long to be like you, lie cold in the ground like you...
Part of her wished she would be like Ginger. Part of her wanted to be able to know what the animals needs were, to understand what Ginger felt... she looked at the cut on her palm.
Halo, blinding wall between us, melt away and leave us alone again...humming, haunting somewhere out there, I believe our love can see us through in death...
She watched as Ginger continued to struggle, unable to breathe. She knew her sister's memory would stay with her forever. That, or the pictures of her sprawled across the floor, covered in corn syrup.
I long to be like you, lie cold in the ground like you, there's room inside for two, and I'm not greiving for you, I'm coming for you...
Brigitte looked back at the cut on her hand, smiling slightly. She would know what Ginger went through, soon.
You're not alone, no matter what they told you, you're not alone, I'll be right beside you forever more...
"Out by sixteen or dead on the scene but together forever."
I long to be like you, sis, lie cold in the ground like you did, there's room inside for two, and as we lay in silent bliss I know you remember me... I long to be like you, lile cold in the ground like you, there's room inside for to and I'm not greiving for you, I'm coming for you...
Brigitte laid her hand across the wolf's forehead. The wheezing noises ceased and she had stopped moving altogether. Brigitte allowed one last tear to fall onto her sister, then she wiped away the rest. Upon feeling her hand on her face, she stopped, looking at the cut again. It was a simple scratch. Growing out of it were three small, white hairs.