Brigitte was dreaming about her sister running around her around the room.
They sat on the bed talking. "Ginger I missed you so much. Life has been hell with out you here." The younger sister embraced dead one. "Told you the monkshood is crap."
Ginger said. "It only prolongs the change not stop it." "I'll find a way there's got to be a way!" Brigitte said her eyes had a twinkle of hope. Ginger sighed. "Sorry B There is nothing you can do. Just sit back and enjoy the ride."
"But I don't want to be a monster like yo..." Brigitte covered her mouth looking down.
Ginger stood up back to her still living sister. Turing around Brigitte saw that expression on her face she was angry at her for that comment. Gulping she uttered a small sorry.
"Like me you mean to say." Ginger said her tone UN caring and cold.
"Fine have it your way but I'm right. I'm all ways right!" Ginger screamed.
Just before Ginger walked out of there bedroom she uttered "Don't come crying to me when you realize your mistake."
Brigitte ran after her sister "Ginger come back I need you. I can't do this alone." But her sister was gone.
"Ginger!" The dark hard girl screamed as she awoke from her sleep. The alley was cold and stunk of too many scents to pick out. He body was starting to under go the changes her sister went through. For one hair was just starting to grow. Her body was sore and she had the starting of a tail. The only thing keeping her from total change was the monkshood. She took about twice a week. Also checking on her healing process was the best way to tell how far she gone.
Sitting up he opened her bag. Taking out the knife she killed Ginger with. Brigitte rolled up her sleeve making a cut on her forearm. Brigitte Winced in pain as the knife sliced through her soft skin. Leavening a thin line of blood that soon turned a bit thicker. Marking in her journal the date and time of the cut.
Stuffing her things back in the bag she slowly got up. Her stomach felt sick again. Leaning over she puked up blood. This was normal for her she'd puke at least once every two days.
Sitting in a coffee shop Brigitte listend on people to see if they knew any thing about strange slayings. She sat in the corner sipping a hot chocolate with whipped cream on top.
Sipping her doughnut in the drink. She took a bite the food and drink warmed her belly that growled for food. Reading the paper she found nothing of use. Deciding to look up the comics instead.
A man walked in his clothing a bit ragged. He was about 18 or so. Nice build but Brigitte felt odd around the guy. He order's his coffee taking a seat three tables away from her. He'd glance at her from time to time. "Strange for a teen he has some grays..."
Feeling safe in the coffee house she would wait till he left. Something about him bothered her.
Finally he left Brigitte walked trying to find a cheep Motel. Finding one she got her keys and went to her room. Taking a hot shower felt so good. Never again would she take shelter for granted again.