50 Shades of RED

by shinegirl17

Little Red Riding Hood went to her grandmother's house and met a wolf. Some say that the wolf died. But what really happened?What if Grandmother was lying and the Wolf had a secret? What happens to Red after her "incident" with the Wolf. A darker version of Little Red Riding Hood, my own spin-off of it. Might be rated M for later chapters, but it's T for now.

1. Prolouge

Hey guys! This is a spin-off on the movie Red Riding Hood, but correlating more with the fairytale than the movie. Hope you guys like it! I'm really excited, so read and review please! It's my first actual fanfic so reviews would be awesome!

Just to be sure: DISCLAIMER: I obviously don't own Little Red Riding Hood, I doubt I was even born when it was first introduced.

CLAIMER: I do own the plot in this story and all OC's.

Prolouge

Hi.

My name is Rachel Riderhod, but people call me Red. I have a mother, father, 2 sisters and a brother. We live in a small village on the outskirts of the kingdom, half a league from the forest. It's a wonderful little village where the birds sing at dawn and the flowers glisten in the sunlight. Summer holds lovely days of careless fun, Spring brought days of hope and new life bursting out. Autumn brought a chill and blaring colors as a warning. And Winter? Winter brought the cold, the bitter and the days of death, disease and pure damnation.

But I didn't know that.

What can I say? I was only seven when I first heard the stories. I heard them from my grandmother.

My grandmother lived on the very edge of the forest in her lovely little cottage and often, I'd go to visit her. She was brilliant, an amazing cook, a wonderful singer and a marvelous story-teller. She filled my seven year old ears with magic and princesses and horses with golden wings. She filled me with the tales of old and the folklore of the Old Religion. I knew that my grandmother did not practice sorcery, but her words were a magic in and of themselves.

I would go over to her house every afternoon and sit and listen as she filled my ears with stories of the dark lords and heinous creatures and the wonderful heroes who saved the day.

It was a good life, until one day, after nine winters had passed, a frightful snow storm blew our way. Frightful didn't even begin to describe the horrors of that night.

Formidable.

Ghastly.

Dire.

Dangerous.

The wind howled and the walls groaned in resistance. The trees whipped against the house and from the sky fell balls of ice the size of a grown man's fist. The ice pounded on our roofs and wore the wood thin. Trees fell that night, wrecking the walkways and ruining the crop. The animals fled and most either died or were lost to us. Only a few faithful animals stayed with us that night.

I cowered under my sheet that night, holding fast to the one hope that we'd be okay in the morning. And thankfully, when that nightmare had passed, we were.

But the nightmare was just beginning.

I walked outside with my father and brother to look upon the damage that had been done. It was awful. Any adult would by dismayed at the sight of it.

But to a nine year old, the pure white playground sent from the heavens themselves was delightful! With a shout of glee, I rushed into the abundance of snow, heaps and heaps of it, so high that it reached my shoulders.

However, my happiness didn't last long. A messenger came by within the next hour, bearing grave news.

My grandmother had sent word that sh'd fallen ill and needed nursing. Her cottage was falling apart and she was wounded in the storm.

So, on that fateful day, I, Rachel "Red" Riderhod, nine years old, set out to find my grandmother.

And that is where my story begins.

So what do you think? Read and Review pleasee! Thanks so much! Love you! :D