Brigitte's fighting the wolf within. Set after Ginger Snap and before Ginger Snaps II: Unleashed. It's a one shot.


Adrenaline coursed through her veins, her heart threatening to beat through her ribcage. It became harder and harder to catch her breath as she ran, the muscles in her legs burning, begging her to stop and let them rest. But she didn't listen to it. Instinct had taken over. Run or be caught. Kill or be killed.

The scent of copper filled her nostrils, lingering on the taste buds in the back of her throat, tempting her to slow down. The girl inside screamed to continue, but the wolf consuming her obeyed, turning sharply to find the source. Her nose told her it was close, and her eyes picked up only black and red, her ears tracking another heartbeat; slower, strong, and unaware of the monsters in the dark.

Maybe a minute had past, and then she launched herself at the unsuspecting male, knocking his glasses off. He had barely enough time to process the situation and scream before her hands shot out and twisted his neck, silencing his existence. Her hands formed claws and tore away the jacket and shirts. Her head dipped, teeth bared, and she bit into his chest, tearing muscle from the bones.

The little girl inside screamed and pleaded, but the wolf didn't even notice as it ate. But when the meal transformed from a vaguely identifiable Jeremy to a distinguished red-haired Ginger, the little girl won over, Brigitte staggering away from the corpse.

"It's your fault," accused the dead Ginger, eyes huge and hollow, staring straight into Brigitte's.

Shrieking, Brigitte bolted up in bed, the sheets soaked with sweat. She couldn't tell if her cheeks were wet from the sweat or crying, however, as she slipped back down, pulling the sheets over her head. Her arms wrapped around her middle, her knees pulled up close to the rest of her body. "I'm sorry," she whispered, shaking as her dream flashed through her mind once again.