Title: Rebirth - Part 1.
Author: lucidreams
Fandom: Ginger Snaps
Characters: Ginger mostly. Mentions Sam and Brigitte
Prompt: 007. Awakening.
Rating: R for language
Author's Notes: Takes place after Ginger Snaps; AU, this story does not follow the cannon storyline.
Food. That was all Brigitte was now. Blood and bone wrapped up in tasty flesh, flesh which the beast once known as Ginger Fitzgerald longed to taste. If there was any part of the girl still left within that mind that could recognize Brigitte and realize what she was about to do, she would have stopped now but it was too late. Ginger had faded into the background, replaced by a vicious beast who didn't care about the screaming brunette across from her, the one who pleaded for her sister. Scream, scream. More exciting that way, a gravelly voice that was the opposite of Ginger's echoed in the mind. The beast gathered it's strength and got ready to end this chase as it lunged at Brigitte. A flash of silver registered in the creature's mind but it was a image pushed away and ignored. The prey was weak, scared. It couldn't fight, it wouldn't, too busy screaming for it's sister the beast figured.
Wrong.
Pain seeped up the creature's chest, sweeping up from the knife embedded in her chest, cutting close to her heart. The shock of pain frightened off the monster enough to let Ginger come to the surface of the mind. The body may have been a wolf but it was Ginger who stared out of those eyes, who looked down into Brigitte's hazel eyes. A colour her own eyes use to be.
Brigitte...Brigitte, what have you done? What have you done to me
Darkness crept around the edges of her mind, pulling Ginger down into nothingness. Panic swept over her. No, no..NO! I don't want to...I'm not ready...please! Ginger was never a girl who begged for anything but on that night, at that moment, she would have said or done anything to stop the darkness from taking her.
Her breath stopped, her heart followed.
Silence.
It didn't last. Nothing really lasts and Ginger would later blame the smoke for waking her up again and silently wish that it hadn't. She started coughing, wheezing and tried to raise her wounded body off the floor. God, everything hurt but nothing was like the pain in her chest. Sharp and burning, Ginger could feel something pushing against her ribs. Something hard and sticky Ginger realized when she reached for it, her hand grasping the wooden handle of a knife. What...wait. Her mind was cloudy and nothing was making sense. Ginger knew she shouldn't have been able to grab anything with her hand but didn't know why she thought this was impossible. My knife, she barely registered. Why was her knife in her chest? How did it get there?
What the fuck is with all this goddamn smoke? A panicked voice screamed from the inside of Ginger's head. Haul the knife out stupid. Get off the floor and get out you fucking idiot. Ginger listened to the voice, not knowing what else to do but she silently wondered whether she should crawl or not. Wasn't it better to crawl during a fire?
Fire?!
Ginger sat up quickly which was stupid since it hurt but she was more awake now. She grabbed the knife and pulled and screamed. "Motherfucker!" Her breath came out in ragged pants, blood running down her naked chest. Her body was no longer that of a monster but now the same body she had for the last year. It was impossible or so Ginger thought but with everything going on right now, her sense filled with pain, smoke and blood, she couldn't dwell on it. The impossible had already happened when she had turned into the freakin' she-beast in the back of Sam's van. How could changing back being any less possible?
She struggled to get up, slip and fell on the blood with a thud. Tears came to her eyes and Ginger felt utterly helpless. It was too painful. It was too much. She couldn't do this. Wouldn't it be better to just lay down again? Let the smoke fill her lungs and choke the last bit of life out of her young body? She always said 'out by sixteen'...
NO!
The scream ripped through her mind and even voiced itself out of her body in a whispered "No". Give up? Give up? Fuck that. Fuck death. All of her thoughts about death, dying and suicide went out the window now that the threat was real. She didn't want to die, she never had. Dying now seemed like letting the others win, letting people like Pam and Jason live while Ginger died. Well, there was no way Ginger was about to let her mother win anything. And what about Brigitte? You promised to go together. If you cop out on her now... There was something about the thought of Brigitte that bothered Ginger, something Brigitte and the knife but Ginger couldn't remember.
It doesn't matter. Worry about Brigitte later. You're in trouble now.
Ginger agreed. She forced herself up for the third time and stumbled into a crawling position, struggling as she made her way out of the bedroom and up the stairs. A few things crossed her mind at that moment, like why was she naked? Why was she bleeding? Where was Brigitte? And why the fuck was the house on fire? She didn't worry about the answers however, that would come later. All that mattered was getting out of the house.
Still, she hadn't expected to see Sam once she got up the stairs.
--TO BE CONTINUED--