Inspired by the song 'Lil Red Riding Hood' by Sam the Sham & the Pharaohs, re-done by Amanda Seyfried. I suggest going to YouTube and having the song play in the background while reading.
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"Hey there Lil Red Riding Hood, you sure are looking good. You're everything, a big bad wolf could want."
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It was late. Too late for someone her age to be out. She looked to be about 15 or 16, too young to be out this late. Little girls like her should be tucked away in bed, lest monsters like him find them.
The moon floated high, casting a bright light throughout the wooded area that reflected eerily off of the mild haze of fog that dusted the forest floor. Through the fog, he watched. He watched the young lay in the red, hooded capelet glide amongst the foliage. She would rise onto her toes for a split second and spin, before falling back down. Then she would take a long step-toes pointed- and kick onto her extended leg and pirouette once or twice. Afterwards, she would waltz for a few steps, before starting over.
With her dance came a song. He recognized it. It had come out sometime in the 1960s. His sister had been obsessed with it, always singing it. Like the girl before him now.
"What big eyes you have," she sang softly, "the kind of eyes that drive wolves mad. You're everything, a big bad wolf could want."
She started to hum, twirling once more, and he took silent note of the differences between the songs of his sister and his possible prey.
His sister had sung with a lively playfulness of rock n' roll of the 60s. This girl sang with more soul- giving the tune a much more lullaby feel than a sock-hop jig.
The lyrics started again and he could have chuckled- would have chuckled- at the irony of what she sang: A young girl in a bright red jacket walking through a dark forest singing about Little Red. Now all she needed was a wolf.
Maybe that was his role.
This time, he really did chuckle. The others would get a kick out of that.
"Little Red Riding Hood," she sang, spinning, "I don't think little big girls should-"
"Go walking around, these spooky old woods alone." He cut in, stepping out from the dense forest back drop, hands in pockets and smirk on face.
She spun around to see him, her shimmering light-brown ringlets bouncing as she did. Walnut shaped brown eyes looked at him in mild fright.
What big eyes you have, he sang to himself mentally.
Suddenly, the fright in her eyes vanished- replaced by amusement- and the little 'o' her plump lips had formed transfigured into a smile.
"Nice," she congratulated, "I see what you did there."
His smirk grew larger.
"And what-pray tell- did I do?"
She smiled again and rolled her eyes.
"I like that you know the song." She started conversationally, obviously ignoring his question. He smirked once more. She wasn't getting off that easily.
"My sister is a fan of it." He told her truthfully, "Though I can't say I've heard your version before. Now: what is it that I did?"
She looked him dead in the eye. "You emphasized the 'spooky' aspect of the woods by lurking in the shadows and sneaking up on me, complementing the lyrical line particularly well."
He smiled, amusement glinting in his eyes. "You're a quick one."
She smiled a reserved smile, breaking eye contact to look up at the full moon.
"What's your name?" He asked after a few moments of silence, still circling her slowly.
"What's your's?" She retorted.
He scrunched his face in indignation. "I asked you first." His inner voice laughed at him, reminding him that there was a reason Aro was concerned with changing him and his sister at such a young age. Maturity is a concept that- even centuries later- he occasionally had a difficult time grasping.
"First's the worst, second's the best." She challenged, still observing the lunar orb.
He stared at her.
Confused by the silence, she glanced back at him and saw her own confusion mirrored by his face.
"You've never heard that?" She asked in disbelief.
He shook his head.
"Seriously?" she asked again, "Elementary school? Or I guess its primary school, here, or something."
He smiled to himself. As if he knew anything of the going-ons in modern schooling systems.
She took his silence as an answer in the negatory. "It's a commonly used come-back by little kids. Similar in nature to 'I know you are, but what am I?' and 'So's your face'."
He wasn't paying attention. No, he was too distracted. As he circled her, his eyes admired the view. Her shoulders were broad, her chest…nice, or so he assumed- the capelet skewing his view. Under her jacket, she wore a black tank top the accented her lean waist. She wore a thigh-length plaid skirt, the kind a young lady would wear at private school of some sort, which complemented her voluptuous hips and bum. Black tights covered her legs from the late-autumn night and led to a pair of black shoes. Something flats. Something to do with dance. What was it? Oh, what the hell did it matter? Her shoes were the least of his concerns.
How bad would it be if he played with his food?
"Alec," he spoke, his eyes traveling back up to her face. They took their sweet time, too.
When they finally did get there, they were met with slightly annoyed confusion.
"My name." He informed coolly, "My name is Alec."
"Katherine." She responded, eyes locked on his, clearly aggravated with his blatant… appreciation of her body.
"I'm thirteen," he told her, still circling.
"Ditto."
He smirked and a questioning look over-took his face.
"I was an early bloomer." She enlightened with a sigh. He scoffed, wondering how many times she got shocked responses to her age to the point where she could decipher a complete stranger's opinion with a simple look.
"How many boyfriends have you had?" He questioned. A body like her's surrounded by pubescent barely-teenage boys? His guess was about 20 or so.
This time, it was her turn to scoff.
"None." She answered truthfully, with a smile that could have been dripping with venom. "I don't bother wasting my time with people below me."
"Conceded, are we?" He mocked.
"Aware," she replied calmly, "Aware of what I want, and aware that very little- if any- age appropriate guys I meet will actually be able to give me that."
He looked at her in dark amusement.
"And just what do you want?" He asked with a cocked eye brow.
"Intelligence, ya' pervert." She sneered, knowing full well what he had in mind.
He chuckled.
"A rarity, indeed." He acknowledged, stepping closed to her. She didn't move an inch.
Her heart, though. Her heart gave her away. Her eyes were frozen in contempt, her body a steady statue. She was trying her damnedest to make him believe that she didn't care that he was trying to intimidate her, that she wasn't affected by him.
And maybe, on an intellectual level, she wasn't. But on a primal, instinctual level, she was responding. And bringing her down to this level, Alec found pride in it. He always loved breaking down people who thought themselves strong.
She looked back up at the moon. A pure, innocent smile graced her face. And ruined her steely composure. To his own shock, this delighted Alec to a certain degree. Her innocent joy- it was refreshing.
He was directly in front of her, now, pressing her against a tree. The late-night fog swirled around them, giving the…embrace…an air of seclusion. He pressed his nose and lips against her throat, inhaling her scent. Magnolia lilies and cinnamon. How beautifully strange.
Before he knew what was happening, his tongue ran along a small patch of her throat, tasting her skin. Absolutely delicious. He did it again. Her heart rate increased, pumping more and more of her delectable blood through her body.
She was breathing quicker. Not louder. No, quieter, in fact. He almost couldn't hear her. He figured if he was human he wouldn't have heard a damned thing. But the sound wasn't his concern. What caught his attention- and held it in a vice grip- was the feel of her breast brushing against his chest. Layers of clothing were in between them, yes, but that didn't matter. Alec's imagination was running wild. How would it feel when not a shred of fabric was between them? How would they feel in his hands, all plump and round? The scenarios got worse, more vivid, and Alec felt his cock twitch in approval. How long was it since he had a good screw?
He tasted her skin once more, and her hips bucked into his. He growled deeply, trying to regain control.
Too long. He decided, after be engulfed with the scent of her arousal. The cinnamon was over-powering her floral scent. Other spices mixed in, too many to name. He didn't care. All he knew was that he wanted more.
Continuing to suck and lick at one spot on her neck (he noticed the blood reaching closer to the surface and he smirked to himself at the idea of giving her a "Love Bite"), Alec attached his hands to her waist, and slowly trailed them down to the hem of her skirt. He could feel blood pulsing just inches distal to his hands. He smiled, reached to her left hip and un-did the two buttons that tightened her skirt, allowing the fabric to fall to the damp forest floor.
Katherine rubbed her thighs together and Alec smirked, more of her intoxicating scent enveloping him. He ran his hands back up her waist, the fabric of her black tights blocking his skin from her's. That would have to be fixed.
His hands went under her top and she inhaled sharply, before snickering darkly.
By this time, his mouth had worked its way up to her left ear, worrying it senseless.
"Are you my wolf, Alec?" She inquired with cynical humor.
He smirked.
"Far from it." He whispered, nibbling ever-so-slightly on her abused little ear. She rewarded him with a low, long moan.
Her slender hands floated towards his hips and slowly worked around them, before circling back around to his front. He stopped his operations- stood stone still- waiting for her next move.
Her slim fingers slid in between his trousers and his shirt, brushing the elastic waist of his boxers. Alec growled deeply in her ear and worked his mind to focusing on not crushing her ribs that lay under his hands. He could have sworn that every ounce of venom in his veins rushed south-ward, making the poor young man incredibly uncomfortable.
She gripped the tails of his shirt and gradually un-tucked it, purposely sweeping the tips of her fingers along his lower abdomen. He growled again. He felt her cheek graze his as she smiled.
Then, the moment was broken.
A mechanical vibration emerged from the right pocket of Katherine's capelet. Alec growled loudly- this time in annoyance- but stayed right where he was.
Katherine reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone, sliding her thumb across the screen and read her new text message.
She slid the phone back into her pocket and slipped away from him. Well, he did release her. Because, let's be honest, she didn't stand a chance against him if he didn't want her to. Either way, she was away from him and the tree, pulling up her skirt.
Alec was still propped against the tree, starring at the place she once stood.
She chuckled. "Sorry, dude. Guess it's not your lucky night."
He hissed.
"Cool story, bro." She smirked, before turning and making her way out the woods.
Katherine walked up the cobblestone drive-path towards her dorm house. The front light was on, illuminating the door. The curtains of the common-room window were closed, but lit, so some of the girls were still up.
She opened the door and turned to her left, stepping through the open arch-way and into the room where a few of her dorm-mates inhabited the chairs and couches. She sat on the nearest couch, opposite end of another girl. They all looked at her, eager for the story as for why she was out so late- even for her.
She looked around at them menacingly, mockingly considering whether or not she was going to tell them. Of course she was going to tell them. That's just how this stuff worked.
"So get this," She started, resting her elbows on her knees and leaning forward. The other girls followed suit.
"She will be mine." Alec swore to Demetri, who had been viciously inquiring as to what happened in the forest ever since Alec returned to the manor/palace in which the Volturi reside.
Demetri chuckled before lifting himself from his seat. "You have fun with that, bud." He offered sarcastically, patting Alec on the shoulder before sprinting after Jane, who had walked past Alec's room about a minute earlier.
Alec smiled. It was no secret that the older vampire was "crushing" on Alec's twin sister. A little twisted, being that Demetri was about five years older than the thirteen year old. However, Alec had eventually learned to embrace the idea. Demetri was one of his best friends-his sister's as well- and Jane (at 12 centuries old) was definitely old enough to make her own decisions.
He himself walked over to his desk, opened the top right drawer, and pulled out his iPod- a 'just because' gift from Jane- turning on the Shuffle feature right as Demetri's screams filled the halls.