Little Red Riding Hood
For the moment that they were there, they were beautiful. Mystifying, ravishing and dangerous. The Wolf's eyes beamed light into the darkness of the forest. Rosalie Nine stood still in fear, not wanting to move away from the eyes, but something finally told her to keep moving along the snow covered path and to her grandmother's house. The nightmare that had woken Rosalie was about her grandmother being devoured by the Wolf. The same wolf that she'd been staring at no more than five minutes ago. The snow crunched beneath her black boots. A sudden chill danced up her spine and she picked up her pace. Rosalie knew the Wolf was stalking her. She was his next victim. She could hear the faint stepping on of the ice and snow. Rosalie began to run, feeling the pearly yellow eyes on her back. Her red cape trailing behind her, flickering throughout the winter's wind. The Wolf howled and Rosalie let a scream escape from her throat. Her basket knocked at her sides,making her stumble. She fell back, crashing into the frozen ground. There wasn't enough time to get up. The Wolf had started to close up on her. Rosalie close her eyes as the Wolf pounces on her. Instead of feeling the pain of death, Rosalie felt nothing but cold as ice snow. The Wolf yelped and whimpered as it tried to escape it bonds. The men of the village...they must of set this trap Rosalie thought. She picked up her basket still staring at the Wolf, who was being suspended in air. She shuffled through her basket in search of her dagger. I must kill him. I'll bring your heart to my father...then he'll stop treating me like I'm a child.
Rosalie raised the dagger high and... She hesitatingly put her arm down. The Wolfs' eyes reminded her of someone. Too much. She closed her eyes and began to walk away. The Wolf whimpered loudly. I can't just walk away, they'll...kill him. He's cursed, it's not his fault he's like this. Rosalie knew that the Wolf was someone in the village, she just couldn't figure out who it was, and she knew the person.
Rosalie looked to make sure no one was around, but quickly realized it was too late for anyone to be out. She took her dagger and began to cut away at the ropes furiously. The Wolf looked up her, eyes stealing short glances. Rosalie cut the last piece of rope, letting the Wolf fall.
"Thank-you." The Wolf says turning towards her. Rosalie stood back, gasping. The Wolf...spoke to her.
"I am in debt to you...Rosalie." The large wolf runs back into the woods howling, something that is usually done after a kill. Rosalie stood there for a few moments. Am I... Crazy? She heard the coming footsteps of villagers approaching. She could see the tips of their fire inhabited torches. Fear strikes Rosalie. They'd ask her questions. They'd ask what happened, and why did you let him go. She couldn't answer any of those questions. They'd burn her like a witch. So she ran.
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