How we became Cursed
Chapter 15- Ginger Snaps
This is a story of love and betrayal, of loyalty until death, or things that are even worse. This is the tale of a family torn apart, bringing them even closer than before. This is the tale of how I died, and lived again, and again, and again...
It was a week after Kye had her transformation, and she was slowly getting calmer. We had murdered three men so far to feed Kye. Let me tell you, that's something that you'll never get used to.
Ginger was acting weird. She would stay up all night pacing the floor, and when I would go to her, she hissed at me. Her teeth had also grown very large, and she was starting to grow a tail.
Her attitude was also greatly affected. She was always yelling at me. She found something wrong with everything that I did. She also started pushing me around, and even slapped me! This was not my Ginger. My Ginger was dead.
As I walked up the cage, Ginger came behind me and grabbed my wing forcefully. "What the hell are you doing!" She asked. "I'm checking on Kye…" "You must NEVER check on Kye without me. I can't trust you. You might hurt her. I can't trust anyone." She was freaking me out. "Ginger, I would never…" "Be quite! You're not like her, not like me. You think you're better than us because your not cursed. You think the bloodline should be cut…" I was in shock. I jerked my arm free from her, and tried to rationalize.
"Ginger, I am like you. I am cursed, not with the same disease, but I am cursed." She looked at me suspiciously. "I don't believe you…" This wasn't right. She was my sister, my dearest friend. I had to stop this. "What can I do to prove it to you?" I asked. Ginger smiled wickedly.
As I handed her my hand, she pushed the knife harshly against it. I cringed as it split the skin and warm blood spilled down my fingers. She then removed the knife from my hand, and pushed it to hers. She didn't even flinch as she cut herself.
She then grabbed my hand, and our blood mixed together, forming large drops, sliding down our fingers and falling to the ground. I now had two curses. I felt sick, but Ginger couldn't be more pleased. She whispered to me in a cold voice, "brother…"
For another month, Gingers physical appearance deteriorated, but her attitude towards me improved. I, however, felt weaker and more irritable every day. Some days, it was hard for me to release my feet and flap down to the floor, so I just fell. I knew I was dying…
It was now the second full moon, and Ginger was going to transform. We walked up to the cage, hugging and saying our final good byes. I only wish I could have done that with my Kye. She then opened the door, and slowly walked in.
Kye was lying on the floor contently, but when Ginger entered the prison, she got up and growled. "Shhhhhh…shhhhhhh…shhhh… It's me baby, it's Ginger. I'm here for you now." Kye walked up to Ginger, and she got on her knees.
Kye put her face to Gingers and sniffed her closely, obviously smelling the beast inside. She then howled loudly, and looked at Ginger, as if waiting for her to do the same. Without hesitation, Ginger began to howl loudly to.
Then it began. Ginger started screaming in pain. Her bones snapping, her ribs stretching. I couldn't take it. I loved my sister too much to watch this happen to her. I ran from the screaming, the snapping, and the pain. I ran and flew as far as I could onto the Thames and dove into the water, praying just to die.
I felt something grab my shoulders, and lift me into the air. I felt claws dig into my shoulders and heard, "It's ok baby, I got you!" As I looked up I saw a face that I couldn't believe. It as my Ginger, and she was ok.
"Ginger…" I whispered weakly. She looked at me with sad eyes and said, "don't worry, I will never let this happen again. Never again…" And then everything went black.