Series: 31 Nights of Frights
Title: Rip Out Your Heart
Author: Jmaria
Rating: FR-15
Disclaimer: Joss owns Gunn, someone else owns Brigitte
Summary: Halloween tradtions meet Fic-for-all pairings.
Pairing: Charles Gunn/Brigitte (Ginger Snaps)
Words: 362
A/N: set about a year after the first movie, so it's a bit AU.

31 Nights of Frights
Rip Out Your Heart

She'd left a bloody mess behind her when her sister died. Local authorities couldn't track Brigitte Fitzgerald, but he of course knew a little more than the locals about the Fitzgerald sisters situation. She'd been sloppy, and that gave Gunn all the more help in tracking her.

Brigitte Fitzgerald had a routine, no matter what town she'd been in, she stuck to it. While other girls her age were looking for the perfect costume for Halloween or hittin' on boys at the mall, Brigitte was either researching her disease at whatever local library or shoplifting wolfsbane from craft stores without ever getting caught.

After all his years on the streets after his parents had been killed, Gunn could appreciate skills like that. While Gunn was now strictly handling the law aspect of Wolfram & Hart, something about her file struck a chord in him. He'd requested all the information on her, on the breed of werewolf that had bit her, and any news on the girl. Two months into the case, he got a call. She'd been spotted.

Which was why he was sitting in one of Angel's classic cars in the middle of October, spying on her. He watched as she slipped out through the doors of the craft shop, hands buried in her coat to fend off the chill. Gunn put the car in drive, angling toward her side of the street. He drove alongside her for a few minutes before she noticed him. Brigitte glanced over her shoulder nervously when he called out to her.

"Need a lift?"
"No," Brigitte's eyes darted to a big group of costumed teens. Gunn figured she thought that she could probably lose him that way.

"You sure 'bout that, Brigitte?"

She froze for a second, and Gunn couldn't help grinning. He leaned across the passenger seat and opened the door. She glanced at the door and then back at her escape route.

"I just want to talk, Brigitte."

"Why?" Brigitte took a step closer to the oncoming group.

"Because I know what it's like to have to kill the monster that took your sister away from you, even if it means killin' her."