I know that there is another writer out there that might have written a Red Riding Hood story with this couple, BunnyFrost/JackRabbit, but this is different. I'm fully aware the different versions of this story, the most popular ones are by Charles Perrault and the Brothers Grimm. If you want another version of the Red Cap BunnyFrost, look for Little Blue Riding Hood by Raven Bloodwolf, with themes from the 2011 loose retelling film adaptation.

Pairing: BunnyFrost/JackRabbit (Bunnymund/Jack Frost)

Rating: T

Setting: modern setting

Warning: this piece contains violent content, swearing, slash/yaoi, images of animal cruelty and things of that nature.

Beta'd by Gabriel Nichole, I cannot thank you enough

"Goddamn it! Not again!"

A curse was released from the chapped lips of a hunter who was glaring down at his destroyed trap; he squatted down to get a better look. Or at least, what is left of the said trap.

He had just left it out an hour ago this morning, hoping for either a rabbit or maybe a fox would wander in and the hunter would come in to finish the job. But it would seem that luck is not on his side, there before him is nothing more than shattered scrap metal. And it was the third time this month.

"Those animals must be gettin' smarter or somethin'," the hunter muttered to himself as he scratched his scruffy head while studying the sight before him.

On the other hand, he couldn't think of one creature that is capable to take a trap such as this apart, and without getting caught or set it off nonetheless.

Come to think of it…Nash did mention that his bear trappings have been tampered with too…

Then a sound of a twig snapping was heard behind him. The hunter felt a smile grew on his face and he readied his shotgun. Looks like his luck is changing for him; he cocks his shotgun as he slowly stood up. The hunter slowly turned around and inch towards a large thicket of shrubs where he heard the twig snap.

"Don't worry, little guy," he said softly to what will be his next paycheck. "I won't hurt you…" then he finally got to the shrub, pushing the branches away with the barrel of his gun.

"…much."

Just as soon as he was about to pull the trigger, the hunter was suddenly jerked forward. Trying to keep his grip on his weapon, the hunter tried to pull it back, only to make this small tug-o-war even more one-sided. Whatever's behind that shrub has enough strength to yank the weapon out of the hunter's hands, making the man almost tumble forward as well.

"What the Hell…!?" he exclaimed, once he regained his footing.

Then there were clicking sounds, and next thing he knew, bullets were thrown at his face. What follows is some metal creaking; he barely dodged out of the way when he saw his gun that followed as well. As soon as his weapon was near his feet, the hunter could see that not only his shotgun was unloaded, but also twisted.

"Wha…" There is absolutely no way a small thing like a fox could do THAT!

Then the supposed small creature was now stepping out of the shrub. All the hunter could do was to look up in horror; his voice was caught in his throat.

When he finally found it, the hunter let out a cry so loud that it woke the birds from their slumber and take flight to the air.

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