Disclaimer: Glee and all of its characters belong to its respective owners. Red Riding Hood and all of its characters belong to its respective owners. Ginger Snaps Back: The Beginning and all of its characters belong to its respective owners. I own no rights to Glee, Red Riding Hood, Ginger Snaps Back: The Beginning, or their characters.
Warnings: Character death (major and/or minor), violence, bloody gore, possible language, and possible smut. Be advised that this story will eventually be rated M.
Author's Notes: This story and its characters are loosely based off of the characters and plotlines of the films Red Riding Hood and Ginger Snaps Back: The Beginning. If you are fans of either of these films, please keep in mind that I've taken several artistic liberties for the purpose of this story and not all characters and plotlines will be used.
It is not necessary for the readers to have seen either Red Riding Hood or Ginger Snaps Back: The Beginning to understand this story.
The first paragraph is a quote from Ginger Snaps Back: The Beginning which I tweaked for the purpose of this story. Credit for the quote goes to Christina Ray and Stephen Massicotte.
Any and all reviews are welcomed and appreciated.
No one knows when the curse began, only that it was passed down through the blood of generations. There are legends regarding the curse and the coming of the Red and the Black. Legends of the Day of Reckoning, when death would consume the land, and good would face evil; of the day the curse would be broken forever - or grow stronger, and live on to plague generations to come. But ours was a story of survival; of two bound by love. A bond that would not be broken. That was our promise above all: above men, above God, above Fate. It was in our blood: together forever.
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"I think my solo will highlight my voice lovely at the Spring Festival this year!" Rachel gushed.
Kurtstin rolled her eyes good naturedly at her friends Mercy and Quinn as they all strolled through the village of Lima. Rachel's sister Brittany was a little ways ahead, plucking the petals off a primrose as she followed determinedly after a butterfly.
"You know Rachel, you're not the only one with a solo. I personally think that Mercy's solo is going to be the best part of the festival," Kurtstin said with a wink at Mercy who giggled at Rachel's horrified look.
"Yes, and then perhaps she'll have the courage to finally admit that she's in love with Sam," Quinn chimed in.
"Quinn!" Mercy exclaimed with a blush.
"We all know it's true Mercy, and besides I have it on good authority from Finn that Sam is enamored with you as well." Kurtstin said with a grin.
All the girls giggled.
"Kurtstin!" Kurtstin looked up at the sound of her father's voice and felt an unpleasant tingling in her spine as she saw whom her father was with.
All the girls gave Kurstin a sympathetic glance.
"We'll see you tomorrow," Rachel sighed as Mercy gave Kurtstin's hand a squeeze of support and Quinn gave a nod in her direction.
"Come on Britt, let's go home," Rachel called out to her sister.
Brittany ran up to the others flinging herself into Kurtstin's arms in a hug.
"Bye Kurty, see you tomorrow," Brittany squealed happily.
"See you tomorrow Britt-Britt," Kurtstin replied, and couldn't help but smile as she watched Brittany and her sister leave with Quinn and Mercy. People in the village would always whisper that Brittany was touched in the head, but Kurtstin found her honesty and innocence refreshing and counted her as one of her most cherished friends.
With a sigh Kurtstin approached her father and tried not to look too perturbed at the sight of Paul and David Karofsky standing next to her father.
Being the town's silver smith had allowed Paul Karofsky and his family to live in riches. Despite obvious jealousy over the Karofskys' fortune, most of the villagers held Paul Karofsky in high regards. He was known as an honest, fair, and well-dispositioned individual.
His son was a different story. As far as Kurtstin was concerned, David Karofsky was a spoiled bully and coward. After the widow Carol Hudson had remarried Kurtstin's father Burt Hummel, David had made certain comments that had resulted in a fist fight with Carol's son Finn.
Although Burt was the mayor of Lima, he had no interest in making an enemy out of Paul Karofsky so the two families made peace over dinner at the Hummel's. Finn silently glared at David, but David's gaze was directed towards Kurtstin all night. Kurtstin did her best to avoid meeting his lustful and vile gaze. Paul and his son left with firm handshakes from Burt and a reluctant Finn. All seemed to be forgiven, between the two men at least. David's eyes met Kurtstin as he took one of her hands in his sweaty one and kissed it, Kurtstin's stomach recoiling in distaste at the too wet kiss.
The next day Burt had a word with Kurtstin. Apparently David Karofsky had taken an interest in courting her. Kurtstin had just stared at her father in horrified silence as he explained that a union with the Karofskys would be very prudent, as well as a guarantee that the Hummels would be in good standing with the villagers and thus safeguarding future elections.
What could she say? Kurtstin knew if she out rightly refused David's offer to court her it would be considered an insult to the Karofskys and ruin the reputation of the Hummels. So Kurtstin stayed silent as her world began to crash down around her.
"David has a gift he would like to give you," Burt Hummel said with a smile as Kurtstin, mind back in the present, glanced at David and down to the silver bracelet in his hands.
Kurtstin had to admit, the craftsman ship was beautiful, silver swirled designs adorned with silver leaves at the ends.
"Thank you David," Kurstin reluctantly said, holding out her right wrist as David slid the bracelet on it.
"I figured you could wear it to the Spring Festival to ward off anyone who tries to steal you away from me," David stated with an arrogant smirk.
Anger sparked in Kurtstin's eyes. As if I am nothing but property to be claimed like a cow.
"I'm sure you will have all of her attention at the festival, David," Burt replied with a chuckle as he placed a fatherly hand on Kurtstin's shoulder.
"I'm sure I'll see you there," Kurstin replied behind her teeth.
"Is there anything else you need father?" she questioned as Burt waved to the retreating figures of David and Paul.
"No my dear, David just wanted to give you his gift in person. What a lovely bracelet. I only wish I could afford to give Carol something so finally crafted."
Kurtstin sighed as she made her way home. Burt may be the mayor of Lima, but he was not a rich man. They were by no means destitute, but they were not as wealthy as many of the villagers were. The only reason Burt was elected mayor was because of his strong moral character, something he couldn't risk even for the happiness of his only daughter.
Once she got home Kurtstin began searching for her bow and arrows. She need to go hunting for that was the only thing that truly soothed her mind.
She passed Carol in the kitchen on her way out the door.
"Be home before dark," Carol said glancing up from the soup pot and making her way to see her stepdaughter out the door.
"I will and hopefully I'll bring home a nice rabbit to add to your wonderful soup," Kurtstin said with a grin. Her mother Elizabeth had died when she was eight and Kurtstin had become very close with Carol.
Carol embraced her, then lifted her wrist examining the bracelet that David had given her. Kurtstin frowned as Carol gave her a sympathetic gaze.
"I was not in love with Finn's father when we were married. Ours was a marriage of convenience but after Finn's birth I learned to love him. You will too."
"Thanks Carol," Kurtstin replied, taking off for the woods in order to calm the racing thoughts of her mind.