After burring ghosts body Brigitte went back inside the
house. She sat there on the sofa with tears down her cheeks. Under all
those freaky habits Ghost was a pretty cool kid. "Well at least you don't
have to worry about her killing you anymore." Ginger said. "True, but she
was alright in my book after all she helped me escape the hospital. Yet she
was she really was unhealthy." Brigitte said and she sighed. "Maybe you are
meant to be alone. Well you still have me." Ginger coolly stated. "It's not
the same." Brigitte moaned. "Why don't you leave this place and start up in
a new place. Get a job so you can actually pay for things instead of having
to steal
them." Ginger suggested. "Maybe your right after all. You know I do miss
you all the time."
Brigitte seemed happy that she was confiding in her sister again. It was like she was right there beside her to face it all. A year later Brigitte had changed and unchanged from her lycanthrope state. Brigitte finally getting tired of Ghost's home she took her sisters advice. Quitting her job when it was necessary for her change.
One day Brigitte was being harassed at work. She had been minding her own business at a grocery store tow towns away from Ghosts house. "Come on go out with me." insisted Rick. "No." Brigitte kept saying because Rick was a very arrogant man. He teased all the women at work, well, the young ones anyway. When Brigitte finally had enough of his bullshit she took him by the Throat and said to him "Now that I have you direct attention I can tell you this. One I do not want to go out with you, two no girl would want to because the way you hit on them and you do it to every girl in sight. Finally you can tell the manager I quit." Brigitte just realizing what she had done, she had to quit.
"I can't control myself." Brigitte said when she closed the door of her hotel room. She slid to the floor and sat for a minute or two. "No, you can control your self perfectly well. He just got you really angry. People get angry." Ginger said in a laughing tone. "Not like that." Brigitte spat. "I must admit Rick was cute. To bad he was a jerk." Ginger sat on the bed. Brigitte could not fight the feeling to tare a living thing to pieces. The change was coursing trough her insides and soon it would be the outside as well. After a hit of monkshood bought from a craft store Brigitte walked around the cheap hotel. The night air was cool and soothing for Brigitte. The only lights were from the rooms of other hotel rooms and the street lights.
Brigitte seemed happy that she was confiding in her sister again. It was like she was right there beside her to face it all. A year later Brigitte had changed and unchanged from her lycanthrope state. Brigitte finally getting tired of Ghost's home she took her sisters advice. Quitting her job when it was necessary for her change.
One day Brigitte was being harassed at work. She had been minding her own business at a grocery store tow towns away from Ghosts house. "Come on go out with me." insisted Rick. "No." Brigitte kept saying because Rick was a very arrogant man. He teased all the women at work, well, the young ones anyway. When Brigitte finally had enough of his bullshit she took him by the Throat and said to him "Now that I have you direct attention I can tell you this. One I do not want to go out with you, two no girl would want to because the way you hit on them and you do it to every girl in sight. Finally you can tell the manager I quit." Brigitte just realizing what she had done, she had to quit.
"I can't control myself." Brigitte said when she closed the door of her hotel room. She slid to the floor and sat for a minute or two. "No, you can control your self perfectly well. He just got you really angry. People get angry." Ginger said in a laughing tone. "Not like that." Brigitte spat. "I must admit Rick was cute. To bad he was a jerk." Ginger sat on the bed. Brigitte could not fight the feeling to tare a living thing to pieces. The change was coursing trough her insides and soon it would be the outside as well. After a hit of monkshood bought from a craft store Brigitte walked around the cheap hotel. The night air was cool and soothing for Brigitte. The only lights were from the rooms of other hotel rooms and the street lights.