"Ginger Snaps 4: Heavenless"
47. Answers, I
Brigitte woke up well into the final hour of their trip. She scratched her eyes and stared outside, blinking incessantly, trying to focus her vision on anything – it was difficult to see the world as it was now, after spending ample time in the primal, hunt-based vision of the lycanthrope.
"Where are we?" Brigitte asked.
"On the way back to Bailey Downs... almost there, actually."
Brigitte glared at her.
"And why are we going to Bailey Downs?"
"I have to show you something. Something to help you understand."
"Understand what?"
"Your legacy."
"Listen, don't bullshit me. Tell it to me straight, I can take it."
"If you're sure..."
"I'll start simple, then. Who are you?"
"Amy McDonald. I'm Sam's sister. Pleasure to meet you."
Silence.
"Sam had a sister..?"
"I'm surprised he didn't mention me, actually. We've been in regular contact, and one day, not too long since we last spoke, I get a phone call, and... well, you were there."
Brigitte wished she wasn't.
"He seriously didn't tell you about me?"
"We didn't..." knot in her chest, ignore it, go a shade orange, "We didn't talk all that much."
"I'm not surprised, given whatever."
"How did you find me?"
"Sam's diary. He wrote your little 'problem' into it, and it wasn't hard to guess how he died, after that."
Brigitte sighed. Sam kept a diary? The more she learned, the more she learned that she didn't know the first thing about Sam, not really.
"So... I'm sure you're curious about what I did to you." Amy said.
"Yes."
"Wolfsbane."
"Can you be more specific?"
"Northern Blue Wolfsbane and Yellow Monkshood, when combined, make a great antibiotic for the curse."
"I already tried that. Why didn't monkshood work?"
"Aconitum napellus? Or, as Sam's diary says, aconitum lycoctonum? Retardants at best, but don't stop it. In fact, not even my combination stops it. Nothing stops it."
