'It's her. It will definitely be her.' Ludwig thought as he perched on a tree branch extending out over the path that went through the forest he was currently in.
'My next target will be her.' His gaze was set on the slim, delicate looking girl who was strolling along the path below him.
She wore a pretty poppy red cloak covering up what she wore beneath it, from what he could see from his angle above her she was wearing knee high white stockings nestled in little black buckled up shoes polished to a shine. In her small hands she carried a woven basket full of fragrant flowers, he could even smell a little bit of even though he was a good five meters away from them because of his height and distance away from her. Her golden curls gleamed in the sunlight and framed her delicate face, one errant curl twisting around and bobbing up and down with each step she took around her upturned button nose. Her eyes were most unusual as they seemed to be a lovely shade of wild flower purple that had streaks of a much deeper blue highlighting them, and drawing interest, his interest specifically.
'Yes, she is definitely going to be my next target.' The blond haired serious looking young man thought as he descended from his perch atop the large tree's many branches and to the ground.
He started to trail after the figure in front of him, ducking behind the trees around him and keeping out of her line of sight.
He would watch her for the next few days, observing all of her habits, carefully memorizing her daily schedule that she was sure to have, that everyone had in some way. And then he would pounce to take her life like the Big Bad Wolf the people around these woods called him.
He had heard the rumours that they whispered amongst themselves. He knew that they were aware of his presence. He knew that they knew that he was there. No matter how much he had tried to hide his presence as a human being. No matter how careful he was to disguise all of his kills as a wolf attack, he had been found out to be a human. Why else would the villagers give him such a pretentious name as the Big Bad Wolf? They knew that there was no real wolf stalking these parts for food and only taking a human every few weeks but, never killing any farm animals and leaving tracks only ever once in a while. He should have thought of that before. They knew he was human.
Ludwig the cannibal, though they didn't know his name, and they never would. He was careful to hide that, he'd made sure they would not remember him. These people would not be able to warn anyone else of his activities. He was Ludwig the Big Bad Wolf. And this girl in front of him would be his last kill in this small forested area.
He might as well give a nick name to the girl in front of him, a last reminder that this was a human life he was taking, he should be grateful to her, give her memory some way to be remembered after he was done. A little bit of respect out of the decency he still had. His last bit of humanity remaining changed nothing though, this Little Red Riding Hood was doomed to be his last statement about his presence. She would feel fear and he would be happy, until he had to attack again. He didn't want to hurt people. No, he did. He wanted to. He had to.