Brigitte slowly got up, her claws dug the floor. She looked and she could not breathe..... 'How the hell, did I, I end up hear?' she thought. The familiar smell filled her nose she became dizzy. Ghost's image flickered in her mind. 'My God, I'm back, here.' She sauntered down the hall to see if there was anymore damage caused by her. She looked and looked and found nothing. Until she went out into the front lawn. A stranger, mangled, torn, and her eyes stung with fright. 'No ... I have become the beast. No! No!'
Had you ever seen a wolf cry? Well she did.
Her human hand took the blood of Sam and fed her own mouth. With her stains of blood on her hands and knees. "No, I can't, I won't." and Brigitte's awareness came back to were she was. She could not believe she became like the others. She sat there for what seemed like hours in the secluded spot. Engulfed in her own grief. Her sides started to ache. 'Why had it gone this fast? Was it some internal desire burning in me? Have I fed this desire?' Brigitte headed back in to see Ghost, as non other than a ghost. "Hello Brigitte. Ah, I see that you can not speak. Hopefully I can answer some of those burning questions of yours. First things first, Why did I kill myself? It's simple, to become just like your sister." Ghost smiled. It was all to unbelievable to her. 'Am I dreaming?'
"Eventually they will catch you, but I suspect you have already thought of that." Ghost murmured. 'As soon as I have hands I'm killing myself...' Brigitte's thoughts were cut off with Ghost's little speech. "I knew you would come back to me." She smiled once more. 'I'm a prisoner.' Brigitte cried in her thoughts. Ghost disappeared with laughter. Ginger appeared with a shocked look on her face, "Even in death she's crazy." She shook her head and disappeared.