I don't own Ginger snaps, or any of the characters, of Anything from any of the atrist I've used as coments or song quites before I typed this story, so please don't sue me.
"My Last Breath" By Evanescence
hold on to me love
you
know i can't stay long
all i wanted to say was i love you and i'm
not afraid
can you hear me?
can you feel me in your
arms?
holding my last breath
safe inside myself
are all
my thoughts of you
sweet raptured light it ends here tonight
i'll
miss the winter
a world of fragile things
look for me in the
white forest
hiding in a hollow tree (come find me)
i know you
hear me
i can taste it in your tears
She held the purple flower in her hands as thou it were her key to something, something, but what? She had no clue, what the hell had she found after all? She was commiting a hudge ammount of crimes she figured at this point, yet she didn't seem to care, there was only one motivation in her heart, and she knew what it was, she had to know, she had to it was one of the things that filled her head almost every night of every day. She kept the flower in her hands as she left the green house as quietly as she had came in.
The wind blew a bit harder then, and she wished she had a thicker jacket on, but it was always cold in Bailey Downs, and she supposed she should have been use to it by then. She silently walked back home, with this nagging feeling someone was watching her, someone's eyes were indeed on her, but she would never know unless she wanted to. Jason Mc Carty had been watching everything Sasha had been doing in the green house and he really wanted to know, why a girl like that, that hardly no one gave a damn about was nosing around.
He was changing….that was for sure, he was angryer, hungerer, meaner, he felt as thought sometimes he had no control over his own actions, and the two people who would have some idea on why this was happening convenintly were no where to be seen. Brigitte, and Ginger Fitzgearald. He growled a bit, and contuined to watch Sasha from the shadows as she walked….
She wanted to get home, she was more then sure her mother was home still passed out with the wine glass in her hand, and she had some work to do. She was going to find out what the hell this flower, or whatever the hell it was, actually was. If it was laying around the green house then why the heck the police hadn't taken it was beond her. But she was happy they didn't, now she at least had something to hold on to.
He kept a watch on her, not yet wanting to let her know he was there, when the time came, and if it did, she would. He'd easily over power her, he remembered how easily Fitzs had him, pinning him to the floor of his car as she had her way with him.
"Who's the guy here?"
He remembered asking her. Not that it did any good, but who was he to complain, he didn't know it came with a one way trip to freakyville. Sasha made it home, as the wind started picking up again, and just as she thought mom was asleep still on the couch. She took the wine glass out of her hand and covered her up with a lavendar blanket, which her mother cuddled into.
Pausing, she stopped from the mission of going to her room, for just enough time to put her mother's wine glass in the sink, and then to her room she went. She turned her light on, and her computer, having no idea where she was gonna look first, prehaps she should find an on-line craft store? Yes there was an idea. She got herself some water to drink and stared at the flower.
"Come on, what the hell were you and why if you are anything were you important?"
She asked the purple flower. She sighed, god she was tired, to just be able to go to bed and sleep would be nice, but no, that wasn't what she could do…she couldn't, she wouldn't. She sat down and grabbed a picture of Ginger she had snapped when the redhead wasn't looking and stared at it, lightly rubbing over the hair she had in the picture, imagioning she could touch each and every strand.
"I am so fucked-up."
She said sighing, and waited for her computer to turn on, which all on it's on took for like ever. She decided to rest her head just for a bit, still cluching the photograph…….and she fell asleep…and she dreamed……
She awoke, to hear a knock at her window, which was odd all on it's own since she lived on a second story, she got up from the desk and looked at the clock, it read 3am, damn I've been sleeping a long time, she thought to herself, and got up, to see what was going on. She moved the curtins away, and saw her…..
She almost gasped, Ginger Ann Fitzgearald, looking right at her from under her window.
"Hey, can I come up or what?"
The girl asked her. No this can't be real….no way Sasha thought to herself, but yes it had to be, she wanted it to be so badly, she needed it to be.
"Umm yea…umm…ahh..sure."
She was about to get the door for her, when suddenly Ginger was crawling thru the window beind her.
"I was woundering how long you were gonna make me wait, damn Sasha, what does someone have to do to get your attention around her?"
Sasha rubbed her eyes, and yet Ginger was still there in front of her.
"I know you've been watching me…"
Ginger said.
Sasha looked down and tried to think of something, anything, she didn't want the girl to run away.
"I…I….I'm…I mean."
The red head walked closer to Sasha, she could smell her seant now, she smelled like the forrest, wild, and untamed.
"Shhhhh don't talk, you seem to be having troubel with that."
Ginger said putting her finger to Sasha's lips. Sasha nearly crumbled to her feet at that moment, she had touched her…….after all these months of waiting she was….her finger, her blessed finger had touched Sasha's lips and Sasha was about to cry…..
"I…I mean….you…."
The Ginger yanked her finger away, and kissed Sasha, her lips sweet, and yet so over powering all at the same time, and Sasha started to cry, a tear from her each eye, it was to perfect…..she couldn't be real.
"I can't stay long." Ginger said.
Sasha looked down.
"You never can…..can you."
Sasha asked her.
Ginger shook her head at her and placed her hand interlocking it with Sasha's.
"What about if I just hold on….and don't let go?"
Sasha asked her tearing up again.
Ginger looked down.
"You know that won't work, eventually you'll have to go, or I will….your not here where I am."
She said quietly.
"Then take me…..please…take me with you."
Sasha begged, pleaded with Ginger.
"I can't….your not…here….I came to warn you….your getting closer."
Ginger said, licking the side of Sasha's face, she licked up to Sasha's ear…..
"Oh god….closer….to what?"
Sasha asked between gasps.
"Closer…to things you shouldn't be."
Ginger said more gruffly, Sasha noticed white streaks appearing in Ginger's hair now, she sounded more purturbed too.
"Ginger…I…..I…I…..love."
Sasha couldn't finish it, she couldn't.
Ginger cut her off with a kiss, pushing her tounge into Sasha's mouth, Sasha felt sharp teeth in Ginger's mouth, it scared her, but she wouldn't jump back, she'd never.
"I know, I can taste it in your tears…."
Ginger said to her, snarled, and her teeth got bigger, her vistage changed, and she was now that of a large white wolf, and went to attack Sasha…..
Then she truly awoke……her desk wet with tears, and her earlob a tiny bit wet.
"WHAT? Just, Oh my god…..I'm going insane, Ginger?"
She called and of course no one was there……….
