Chapter 6: Mary's Story

They drove. As fast as they could, away from Henry Fitzgerald, away from the house, away from Bailey Downs. They did not talk. Mary and Sam sat silently in the front seats, staring straight ahead. Ginger sat in the back, seeming to ignore the proceedings and Bridget sat, looking around, at the plants around her, Ginger's boots lying in shreds on the floor, and the blood drying on the wood. They drove north, and they did not stop for a very long time.

"Does anyone have money? Clothes? Food, anything?" Ginger finally said after several hours.

Mary shook her head "I've been in the wilderness for nearly a year. I haven't seen much money because I lived with a group of them and didn't really need it."

"You lived with a group -," but Ginger spoke up again, cutting off Sam's question.

"They how in the hell are we going to do this? How are we going to get money? Where are we going to sleep? Shower? What are we going to eat? What are we going to wear?"

"Ginger, three words for you," said Mary, "We're drug dealers. Well, Sam is anyway and I'm helping. We can get money. Once we clean up your mess, we can live in the van until we have money for a motel or something, it's better than sleeping on frozen ground. Showering can happen either when we get a motel or find some river or stream. It'll be cold, but we went swimming with polar bears while I was away so it won't be too bad. Food can either be stolen or hunted or bought and you can just wear what you have on, duh."

"You're going to help? With selling the stuff I mean?" asked Sam, "You never had time before." He looked at her. He was right. Before she left, Mary was either in school (in which case she was with Sam because she had made him go too) or at home. She spent a lot of time with Sam too, of course, tried to be with him more often than at home, but she couldn't help him sell.

"Well what else am I going to do?"

"I got an idea," started Ginger but Mary turned quickly to her.

"Hey, watch you're fucking mouth!"

"Fuck you," was Ginger's response. Mary had half a mind to climb over the seat and finish what they started in the basement, but she felt Sam touch her hand and she remembered where she was and how impracticable, (though appealing) that idea was. She remembered that attacking Ginger was not okay now…shame really. She turned back around.

"You lived with a group of them? Who were they?" asked Bridget.

"Oh, right. I owe you two a game of 20 questions. I bust in and save all our asses and now you want to know who the hell I am."

"My ass was fine," Ginger said, "I couldn't have killed myself."

"Yeah, but your ass had a tail. Anyway, the 'them' I was referring to was 5 other werewolves. They always travel in pairs but the group I found was missing one and I became sort of the adopted daughter."

"And you just stayed there?" asked Bridget. "Didn't that make you a little…nervous?" She was looking at Mary, who was still facing the windshield.

"Well of course it did. There I was, sick to my stomach from a not eating and from wanting to tear something up and all of a sudden I smelled more werewolves and one of them smelled like the one that had bitten me. They all have a different scent and you know right away which one bit you if you ever meet him or her. So I was like 'oh shit. What the hell am I going to do now?' right. And then there were 5 of them all around me, and they weren't going to hurt me, they weren't being aggressive or violent. I knew what they were saying to each other but I was still scared. I backed up into a tree and just stood there. You can imagine, first it's like, oh what's that thing called post traumatic stress syndrome,"

"Disorder," Sam corrected her, "Post traumatic stress disorder, PTSD."

"Fresse," Sam laughed at her unorthodox way of telling him to shush before she continued "Yeah. PTSD from being bitten and then it was the fact that I was looking straight at the one that had bitten me. And I was so scared I could hardly breathe, you know what I mean? Of course you do, Ginger made sure of that. Anyway," she brushed away the stab at Ginger quickly and Ginger let it go, interested in Mary's story. "And so, stupidly now as I think about it, I curled up at the foot of the tree, hugged my knees to my chest and sat there, trying to keep them in my view and they just sat there, talking. One said," she turned sideways so she could see Bridget, Ginger and Sam easier, "one said something about 'she looks cold', which I was. One was close to me and said 'she smells like us',"

"Lycan right?" asked Bridget.

"Genau," answered Mary, and she saw Sam smile slightly. They had used the German word for 'exactly' as a sort of joke before she had went away. "And they just kept talking, the four of them did, but one was silent, just looking at me. And I knew he was the one who bit me and that terrified me even more. Ironically though he's the one I'm closest to. He's like my dad now. But then he was just looking at me and they were all talking for like 2 minutes, and I'm cold, and hungry, and sick, and…" she stopped, thinking of Sam. She had been about to say 'alone' but didn't for his sake. "…and terrified," and I curled up there and cried and the second they realized I wasn't okay, they all got really close. And that made me warm and then I realized that none of them were there to hurt me, and I wasn't scared, and one of them brought me fish, and it was alive and I was turned enough that I could just eat it, but after the fish I wasn't sick or hungry anymore.

"And then four of them just started walking away. The one that had bitten me just stood there, looking at me, and I looked at him and I wasn't scared anymore so he took my sleeve and I went with him, followed the others to this cave and that's where we stayed. It was dry, and the wind didn't get in and the ground was dirt, not rock and I just slept in between all of them with my head on Fedir's shoulder."

"Fedir?" Ginger asked. Mary was surprised to hear that she was following her words.

"He was the one who bit me. But like I say, I don't think he meant it. He bit me for the same reason you killed that little dog of your neighbors."

"How do you-?" Ginger began.

"Well it's not like it's a big community is it? You do something it gets around. Why else do you think I came back today? The one told me you had been bitten on the first and then the one who had bitten you was hit by a big yellow truck in some town called Bailey Downs. There's only one big yellow van in Bailey Downs and I knew they'd be pissed at whoever hit the one so I came back as soon as I could."

She could see Sam's eyes looking at her, and she knew they needed to talk, privately, like they used to. They needed to walk, or smoke, but probably walk today with their limited stocks, and talk, serious and joking, joke about serious things and vice versa. But they couldn't right now not with Ginger and Bridget in the backseat.

"So," he said, his first word in a while, "When do you guys want to stop?"

"Not in town," Mary said, "Somewhere outside." Sam nodded and drove around the town, stopping in a parking lot near a road they could easily get to and drive away quickly if need be.

"Welcome home!" Sam said, though he did not sound enthused.

Ginger uttered a half-hearted mocking noise of excitement, something like "Woo," in a very flat and sarcastic tone. Ignoring her, Mary took one look at Sam, and they both turned simultaneously opened their doors and got out of the car.

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AN: ok so long time no update I know but I've been incredibly busy over the past…what year or so that I haven't posted in this (holy crap I can't believe it's been that long!) Lemme just say I was on foreign exchange last year so I kind of stopped posting for that time (maybe 2 chapters or something) and then I got back and started writing again a little bit (I have … 5 more chapters after this one I think…maybe only 4 but still) but the reason I haven't posted is honestly because I'm a little worried that this chapter and the ones that follow are slightly sub-par. You all have given me such wonderful reviews saying how well I capture the dialogue between the 4 of these characters but I have a feeling that this has sort of gone downhill as the story progresses. I'm not saying that to get attention or sympathy or whatever but I just don't want to let you guys down by adding more to this story than there needs to be. The thing for me is that I wanted to know what happens after they leave Bailey Downs because it's obviously different to the 2nd movie. Either way, let me know if it's fine or not in a review please. I suppose if I feel comfortable enough and satisfied with what I've written I'll post the other chapters on here for you lovelies to read.