The Chronicles of Red Riding Hood

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The attack didn’t serve the wolf well, for a great force flung him away from his prey. Landing on all fours the wolf snarled at the woman.
“You waste your time, beast. There is no way for you to win, I have study long and hard, my magic is even to the most formidable witches” boasted the hag.
“So I see. I guess you will not be easy, but do not get ahead of yourself” replied the wolf. The woman’s old eyes barely caught the wolf’s movement; he was like a shadow dashing out of sight. The beast disappeared from her sight.
“What the…” the woman stopped as she felt a hot breathe on her neck”
“I never said I was an ordinary wolf” whispered a husky voice. The woman would have melted at that alluring tone, if she wasn’t so scared. That tone could make your blood boil and then freeze it the next moment.
Wit seemed to return to the would be witch, she began to chat a spell, but her efforts were soon dashed as an iron grip took hold around her throat.
“No, no, none of that…” chuckled the wolf “I am strong, but I do not fare well with spells”
The old woman clawed at the beast’s arm, leaving jagged paths of torn flesh that would bleed and then heal instantly. The woman’s eyes bulged at this.
What be this creature!
The wolf suddenly released his grip on the woman’s throat; he then whirled around to stick a clawed finger into her mouth. The woman didn’t have time to react as the sharpen fingernail severed her tongue.
“Can’t have you casting spells” replied the wolf.
The old woman gasped, choking on her blood. The wolf then savagely ceased the woman by the hair and shoved her head down. Blood, and the severed piece of flesh, plopped onto the dirty wood floor with a repulsive splat.
The woman screamed, well as much as someone could without a tongue. She knew this was the end; her power was based on her ability to speak the word of spell, she did not have the skill to will things to happen like a true witch. Magic would not help her now, and since she was a withered hag, her strength was nothing compared to the might of the wolf. For the first time in many years, tears leaked from her stone-like eyes.
“Why weep? Have you no pride, why a few moments ago you were boasting about your pride and how everyone else was weak. Tell me where is you strength now, woman” replied the wolf cruelly. “Indeed, your life has amounted to nothing, yet you can still have a glorious death. I have to admit, even thou I find your conduct to be disgusting I recognize your strength. You are correct in saying that to achieve ones desires they must crush the ones that stand in the way. For the record, your granddaughter is not weak; if she were she wouldn’t be defying her father and running away. So take peace with the knowledge I will take your granddaughter and make her stronger than you”
The woman tried to form words, she wanted to know what this creature wanted and why was he so strong the even she couldn’t tame him. As if by reading her mind the wolf spoke.
“I have my reasons to my actions, which I will not tell you” replied the wolf as he yanked the woman’s head again, exposing her neck to him. A shiver ran up the old woman’s back as sharp teeth traveled the length of her next. A throatily whispered was spoken in her ear “Fear not, you do not fall to a garden verity beast. I am part of a rapidly disappearing race. I …am…a…Lupus-rex…”
The woman’s eyes grew wider as sharp teeth dug into her neck. She could feel her blood leaking from the bite, soaking her mourning dress. Her last thought as she was thrown down to the floor was…
I… die in the…hands…of…a…Wolf King…
And then the old woman, that had lived a long and deceitful life, was torn apart on the floor of her home. The rain beat down like a million tiny fists, the wind moaned in agony, and the last flame in the fireplace burned out.


“Short cut my ass. I’ve been walking for ever” muttered a drenched, cold, and angry Lydia. The young woman’s journey to her grandmother’s was coming to an end. She could see wisps of smoke above the tree. “It’s about time! If I ever see that damn wolf again…” the girl’s hand fisted in her anger “I don’t care if he is bigger than me, I’ll beat him to an inch of his damn life!” proclaimed the girl. A squirrel in the road gave her a weird look before scurrying up a tree, away from the insane girl.
Lydia took a deep breath to calm down; there was no need to concern her dear, sweet grandmother more than she already was.
Certain that her temper had calmed, Lydia trudged along all the way to the front door. She beat on the door hard, since her grandma was hard of hearing. However, instead of an answer, the door swung open with an awful creak.
Strange, thought Lydia, I didn’t think grandma would leave her door open like this; especially with characters like that wolf hanging around.
Regardless of the unusual circumstances, Lydia went in cautiously.
The home was dark and cold. Shadows cover the walls and floor like black shrouds. The only light was the dull grey light of the rainy afternoon. The feeling the house resonated was that of death.
“Hello…grandma, are you in?” called Lydia. Silence met her, so she was about to call again when a scratchy voice replied,
“Come in dear, I’m up stairs…” called the voice.
Lydia entered and closed the door behind her. She made her way up the creaky stairs to the second level of the house. The young woman reached the landing; she looked around the dark hall. At the end of the hallway the bedroom door was ajar, gray light coming from within the room was the only light in the tomb like hallway. A sense of dread swept over Lydia. Every instinct in her body was telling her to run from the house, something was terrible wrong. However, concern for her grandmother spoke louder than her inner voice, so with extreme caution she went towards the bedroom door.
Lydia entered the bedroom; it was freezing and mostly dark. The dirty window in the right side of the room was the only light and even then its faint light didn’t illuminate the room. Lydia’s attention was brought to the bed at the left side of the room. The dark wood, canopy bed with the many quilts was the figure head of the room. Lydia narrowed her eyes towards the bed, trying to see her grandma. To her the bed seemed empty and lifeless.
All of a sudden, glowing eyes appeared on the bed. Something was there alright.
“Grandmother?” asked Lydia.
“Yes, my dear?” answered a scratchy and high pitched voice.
“You sound horrible, grandmother” said Lydia.
“I’m not well, today. Come closer, honey” answered the voice.
Lydia drew closer to the bed, all the while thinking how odd her grandmother looked. It could be that Lydia hadn’t seen her in many years or the gloom of the room or a combination of the both, but move closer she did.
“O’ grandmother, what large eyes you have” spoke Lydia as she came closer.
“All the better to see you with, my dear” answered the figure.
“Their kind of creepy looking” said Lydia under her breath; “You think so?” answered the figure.
“O’ grandmother, what good ears you have” said Lydia, embarrassed her grandma had heard her.
“All the better to hear you with, my dear” came the answer.
Lydia drew near enough where strong hands could take a firm grip on her upper arms.
“O’ grandmother, what large hands you have” squeaked Lydia, as her heart began to pound in her chest.
“All the better to hold on to you, my dear” replied the figure as his face came into view.
“You are not my grandmother!” cried Lydia.
“No, I am not” said the wolf in an all too familiar voice.
“It’s you! that damn wolf from the wood! Oh gods, you’re going to eat me! You probably ate my grandmother too! No! No! I do not wish for it to end like this!” screamed Lydia
“Silence!” roared the wolf, “Your screeching makes my ear bleed”
“Good! If I die here, might as well make it unpleasant for you” yelled Lydia.
The young woman was quickly thrown down on the bed with the wolf pinning her. Lydia’s heart pounded painfully in her chest, her breaths ragged from the terror running through her veins. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been this frightened.
“Now then…” began the wolf “Lets get down to business. I, indeed, killed your dear grandma, so that can’t be helped. You, on the other hand” are a different story…” The beast leaned down and moved his tongue over Lydia’s cheek. Tears began to leak from her fearful blue eyes “You taste delicious, my dear. However, I could let you live…”
“You’ll let me go?” asked Lydia quietly.
“ I could, for a price” said the wolf, “Do everything I say from now on without question, and in return I will grant you a wish. Refuse my offer and I will kill where you lay. Now sweet, Red Riding hood, choose your fate” said the wolf as he grinned down on her.
Lydia’s mind was in chaos; either option seemed equally horrible. I could choose to stay alive, but who knows what that monster would do to me, on the other hand, I choose death everything ends. I haven’t gotten the chance to live yes, what a way to go. Why! Why! Did I have to tell that wolf where I was going, it my fault grandma is dead, and my fault I couldn’t save mother or David. Why am I so damn weak! So damn weak, thought Lydia in despair.
The wolf noticed more tears start to flood from the girl’s eyes. It was all very dull to him, why did humans have to break down like this in the face of death.
“Hurry up, I haven’t got all day, Red” said the wolf.
The bastard! He has the gull to hurry me up! I guess if I have to choose, death is the better choice. Better to go to Heaven than to make a deal with the devil, thought Lydia. She was about to voice her choice to the wolf, when that little inner voice spoke up.
“So, this is the end, huh? Giving up like this, how disgustingly weak” spat the voice, “Go ahead, end it all, that bastard of a father of your will get away with his sins. He’ll live it up while you’ll down from you pretty little cloud. Where’s the justice Lydia? Where I ask?”
“What can I do?”
“The beast said, follow him and he’ll grant you a wish. Choose him, wish for the death of your father. You will get no where as a weak little girl, wish…wish…wish…” said the voice as it faded out. At that point Lydia made her choice. Be the wolf the devil or not, if he could grant her deepest wish, she’ll sell her soul.
“A wish you said” asked Lydia. The wolf’s grin grew wider.
“Yes, anything you like within means. I can’t bring the dead back to life is all” said the wolf.
“Then…then…I wish…”
“Yes…” purred the wolf
“I…wish for the power to kill my father” said Lydia.
“Revenge, huh? I can get behind that. So, my dear, do we have a deal?” asked the wolf.
“…Yes…” answered Lydia.
“Then I will grant you power and teach you to be a killer. The girl you are today dies, and in her place a beast will be born. Is that what you want?” asked the wolf again.
“Yes”
“Then, wish granted” purred the wolf as he lunged forward to sink his fangs into the pale neck of Lydia.
The wolf removed his fangs to look down at his new fledgling. “Your body is weak for being a human” Remarked the wolf “My name is Lucas, and I am a pureblood were-wolf. My bite won’t turn you completely but it will grant the strength of more than a mortal. It will hurt so just remain calm I shall return” said Lucas as he lifted himself from the girl.
No sooner did his weight leave Lydia, white hot pain shot through her body. The wolf’s poison raced through the girls blood, changing things as it when. Lydia’s body convulsed and gasped. Her eyes became bloodshot and her vein became visible from under her skin. What seemed to be hours in Lydia’s mind, her body became limb and her mind clouded. Her eyes grew heavy and shut completely.
“Sleep well, little red lamb, for when you wake up, get ready for hell” said Lucas as he left the maid to sleep. He had things to prepare for her awakening, he also had to locate his comrade, and so in hast he left the girl on the bed and left the home for the time being.
So, behind dark, grey clouds the sun set on the day of the murder of Little Red Riding Hood.




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It's not the end of the story, more like the beginning.