Yuki: Okay, I know you guys and gals probably hate us for making new stories and never finishing them.

Anika: Currently, Yuki is helping her mom with a college course 'Western Civilization'. She's reading The Great Cat Massacre (and Other Episodes in French Cultural History) by Robert Darnton for her mom's class.

Yuki: This story is inspired by the original, more adult form and psychoanalysis of Little Red Riding Hood (psychoanalysis by Erich Fromm and Bruno Bettelheim). Enjoy!

Rated for: Underage sex, violence, some language

Prologue/Inspiration

Once a little girl was told by her mother to bring some bread and milk to her grandmother. As the girl was walking through the forest, a wolf came up to her and asked where she was going.

"To grandmother's house," she replied.

"Which path are you taking, the path of pins or the path of needles?"

"The path of the needles."

So the wolf took the path of the pins and arrived first at the house. He killed grandmother, poured her blood into a bottle, and sliced her flesh onto a platter. Then he got into her nightclothes and waited in bed.

"Knock, knock."

"Come in my dear."

"Hello, grandmother. I've brought you some bread and milk."

"Have something yourself, my dear. There is meat and wine in the pantry."

So the little girl ate what was offered; and as she did, a little cat said, "Slut! To eat the flesh and drink the blood of your grandmother!"

Then the wolf said, "Undress and get into bed with me."

"Where shall I put my apron?"

"Throw it on the fire; you won't need it anymore."

For each garment - bodice, skirt, petticoat, and stockings - the girl asked the same question; and each time the wolf answered, "Throw it on the fire; you won't need it anymore."

When the girl got in bed, she said, "Oh, grandmother! How hairy you are!"

"It's to keep me warmer, my dear."

"Oh, grandmother! What big shoulders you have!"

"It's for better carrying firewood, my dear."

"Oh, grandmother! What long nails you have!"

"It's for scratching myself better, my dear."

"Oh grandmother! What big teeth you have!"

"It's for eating you better, my dear."

And he ate her.

Chapter One: Dear One

A twelve-year-old boy named Yugi lived in a small village in France with his mother. This morning, he awoke to see the sun a bit brighter than normal; to Yugi, it seemed to be a good omen.

His mother, Suki, was making breakfast downstairs.

"Yugi, come downstairs. It's time to eat!"

"Yes, Mother!" Yugi quickly pulled on his shorts, tank top, and boots. He ran downstairs, where his mother stood there waiting with a red cape with a hood in her hand.

"Yugi? Could you do something for me?" Suki asked, as her son ate breakfast. He finished chewing before speaking.

"Yes, Mother?" Suki placed a basket in front of the boy. Yugi looked in the basket. Inside, there was a glass bottle of milk and a loaf of bread, mostly wrapped in an embroidered cloth that his mother made.

"I want you to go take some bread and milk to your grandfather."

"Of course." He finished his breakfast and hurried outside. "I'll be back by sunset, Mother."

He was starving... It had been days since he last ate...

He heard a branch snap on the ground. He ducked behind a tree and gazed at the path he had been on.

'Un ange(Title)?' He stared, amazed at the beauty... He wanted it, all for him.

Yugi walked happily, his red hooded cape billowing slightly behind him. Suddenly, he heard a rustle in the trees behind him. The boy turned around... nothing there. Yugi continued down his path, or he would've, had it not been for a wolf that appeared in front of him. The wolf was black all over, except for some yellow behind his jawbones and ears.

"Bonjour, peu un.(1)" The wolf seemed nice enough, so Yugi greeted him in turn and politeness.

"Bonjour, Monsieur Loup noir.(2)" Yugi smiled nervously, remembering all the dangers from stories about loups and loup-équipes (6).

"Where are you going, child?" The wolf asked, gazing at the boy in front of him with his red eyes.

"I am going to bring mon grand-père some milk and bread, Monsieur Loup. I should hurry.(3)" Yugi began to walk again, anxious as the wolf began to follow him. Soon both of them came to a fork on the path.

The path to the left was labeled Le Trajet de Superflu, The Path of Needles. The path to the right was labeled Le Trajet de Bornes, The Path of Pins.

"What path are you taking, bambin?(4)"The wolf asked, wondering where the boy's path would go.

"I am taking the Path of Needles, Monsieur Loup. I have to be on my way, Monsieur." Yugi smiled, trying to hide his mild fright in politeness.

"D'accord, bambin. Au revoir.(5)"

"Au revoir." Yugi hurried down the path, though not to fast as to not attract the wolf's attention.

1) Good morning, little one.

2) Good morning, Mister Black Wolf

3) My grandfather; Mister Wolf

4) Small child

5) All right, small child. Good bye.

6) In my story, loups (wolves) are wolves that can speak and only have wolf and human forms. When in their human forms, they lose all of the heightened senses of their wolf forms and can only maintain that form for twelve hours. As wolves, their human mentality and judgment disappears.

Loup-équipes (werewolves - literally wolf-shifters) have their animal forms and human forms, as well as something of a half-way blend of both. They retain the same mentality and judgment in each form.

Yuki: For some reason, the werewolf line got stuck in italics... oh, well.

Anika: Read and Review please.