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  SuckerPunch / 7y 8d 11h 14m 20s


-Little Red Riding Hood-


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Once upon a time there was a dear little girl who was loved by everyone who looked at her, but most of all by her grandmother, and there was nothing that she would not have given to the child. Once she gave her a little riding hood of red velvet, which suited her so well that she would never wear anything else; so she was always called 'Little Red Riding Hood.'


Well, you know how the story goes, or, rather, how it was told by the Brothers Grimm, and by every other man or woman who tried writing it. What you don't know, is what really happened. How Little Red's mind became twisted. How after her first meeting with the wolf, she desired the feel of the sticky warm feeling of blood on her hands. How she felt the need to watch the life drain from a person's eyes as they fell limp in her arms. This is what you haven't, nor can you read about. The blood lust, the change that overcame her after the first night in the woods with the Big Bad Wolf. This, this is the true story of Little Red Riding hood and the Big Bad Wolf, and the terror they brought upon every man, woman, and child that heard their names.


The Begginning...

One day her mother said to her: 'Come, Little Red Riding Hood, here is a piece of cake and a bottle of wine; take them to your grandmother, she is ill and weak, and they will do her good. Set out before it gets hot, and when you are going, walk nicely and quietly and do not run off the path, or you may fall and break the bottle, and then your grandmother will get nothing; and when you go into her room, don't forget to say, "Good morning", and don't peep into every corner before you do it.' 'I will take great care,' said Little Red Riding Hood to her mother, and gave her hand on it. The grandmother lived out in the wood, half a league from the village, and just as Little Red Riding Hood entered the wood, a wolf met her. Red Riding Hood did not know what a wicked creature he was, and was not at all afraid of him.


This is where they began to change the story. Twist the facts. Bend the details to make it fit. So nobody would ever have to know the truth. This is where it all goes wrong. For the wolf was not a he, but a she. Beautiful and cunning, tempting with an offer. An offer of eternity, of love. Of unimaginable power and beauty. Her breath was intoxicating, her eyes, how they shimmered in the soft sunshine. Her voice was as the finest of silks, every word caressing Little Reds brain. Sending chills down her spine, sounding like the sweet chimes her mother placed out in the springtime. She was so lured in by this womans words, her soft voice, the unresistable pull of her body. The lusterous dips and curves of her body. But that my dears is not part of the story. The woman promised her unimaginable power, beauty and eternity on this earth. All Red had to do was return to her under the full moon. And this, my child, is where our story truly begins.


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The young girls fair face was upturned towards the warm sunlight. Her mind replaying the events that had occured that afternoon. She had brought her grandmother everything her mother had asked her to, except that on her way to see her beloved grandmother she had met a woman. A woman so mysterious and alluring, her voice finer than the finest of silks as her words had rolled off of her tongue with such ease. The young woman shivered remembering how the woman had very slowly and delibrately brushed a strand of hair from her face as the woman had spoke.


The young woman pulled her cape tight around her, she had a choice she needed to make. And she had to make it before the moon came out. She bit her lip and made her way through her small village, being stopped every now and then people asking how her grandmother was. To which she responded that she was well, she had been ill but was getting better. She pulled her hood up over to her face unable to get the strange woman from her mind. She had worn barely any clothing, and had walked like she owned the world. Her eyes were soft and determined, her body- "Red! Get over here!" Red was snapped from her reverie and thoughts by her friend. The church bell was tolling wildly. Red ran over where a crowd stood. In the middle lay a body, a small child had been slaughtered by an animal.


Something in Red's gut began to work as she stared at all the blood. She craved it, wanted to feel the sticky hotness running through her fingers, wanted to smell the metalic sweetness of it, she wanted to taste the sweet tang of it. She shuddered at her thoughts, where... Where was it coming from? She bit down hard on her lip. The only explanation that made any sense was the woman.. She swept her long chesnut hair upand into her hood as she drew it around her face, trying to look horrified when ass she wanted was a sweet taste of the childs blood. She shook her head quickly and fleed to her home.


As she stepped inside she let out a breath. Red leaned against the door and closed her brilliant blue eyes, her hands clenched into fists in the folds of her dress. Her nostrils flared and it was all she could do not to go out and rip into the dead child tender flesh. She shuddered once more and hurried into the house, stopping to warm herself by the fire. She shook with desire, desire for the woman, desire for the blood. Just desire in general. She twitched and got started on the stew they would eat for their meal that night. She sighed softly, trying to get her mind off of everything. She rubbed her eyes, her hands trembling with the warring desire within her. Finally, she knew her decision. What she had to do. Her stomach lept within her with excitement, knowing what would become of this. The young woman smirked as she made the stew, her eyes darkening along with her heart and her mind, as she let herself slip into the dark reccesses of pure evil, and enjoyed every second of her one way journey into the darkness.


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The figure of a young woman slipped between homes, dodging the eyes of onlookers as she slipped past them. A corrupt smirk tugged at the corners of her delicate pink lips, her eyes holding the glint of blood lust. She made her way through the village, avoiding detection as she slipped into the dark woods. She giggled maliciously to herself, her mind formulating he first kill. She slipped easily through the trees, a mere shadow moving swift and silent. Her blood red hood pulled over her delicate chesnut locks, If a person happened to spot her, they would be unable to tell just what it was they were looking upon, for she moved quick and her cloak masked her body shape well. After moving quickly for quite a ways, the young woman dressed in her blood red cloak came to the clearing where the woman had enticed her. Promising everything Red had only ever dreamed of, and even then, she offered much more then that. Electric blue eyes searched the darkness for her companion.


One more sweep and there. In a patch of silver moonlight she stood, and it was as if Red were in a dream. The woman beckoned to her with her song, her hands reaching for her. Her eyelids heavy and seductive. In the sliver of moonlight the woman stood in it was quite clear she wore nothing but her skin. Then it happened, the woman crouched low. Her song began to change from lyrics of such beauty and delicate tunes to a long howl of desire. Red could her the popping noise as the womans bone shifted to fit the new form she was taking on. Her skin began to stretch and her mouth began to grow with a sickening crunch that echoed through the vast woods. Red stood frozen, wonder paralyzing her. Rooting her feet to the dirt under her shoes. For in front of her stood not the beautiful form of the woman, but the glorious form of the wolf that was within. Something in red awoke as she slowly untied her cloak, letting it slip to reveal her own naked body. She removed her shoes and stepped closer to the magnificent beast. Red crouched to her knees, bowing her head to the woman, the creature she was. Red heard not the movement of the wolf as she lunged in to seal the deal. However, a sharp scream tore from her delicate throat as the creatures fang sank deep into her shoulder. Soon, the young woman saw black spots dancing across her vision, and shortly after she slipped into the deep, delicate folds of unconciousness. The young women was now what she wanted, powerful, invincible, unstopable.

  AmericanHeart / 7y 28d 11h 45m 56s
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