Disclaimer: Obviously, I do not own the characters Little Red Riding Hood, or Granny. However, I do own the character of the wolf called Blaire who I have taken from one of my other original story with another person on FanFic (Angelfaced Dramaqueen) and I wanted to share him with you. Please do not steal him! He was a lot of hard work! Thank you! Mwah!
Little Red Riding Hood was not the most conventional of kids in her small German town. First of all, she never took off her damn red hood – when you saw a red blob coming towards you, you just automatically though "Oh, it's Little Red Riding Hood."
Little Red Riding Hood was not actually her name, however. She was called Maisie and she was daughter to a baker and seamstress in the town.
Another reason why she wasn't so conventional was because she did have a tendency to waltz through dangerous, dark woods on her own – "To see my Granny," she would reply, her hazel eyes wide and innocently flicking her eyelashes. Maisie, or Little Red Riding Hood, seemed to protrude a childlike quality that had most adults captivated and in definite need to trust her. She braided her brown hair daily, although it was usually hidden under her hood and always had a perky skip in her step, perpetually happy.
However, what no one knew is that Maisie wasn't as innocent as she seemed…
"Ok, Maisie." Her mother chirped. "Bring this basket of goodies to your sick granny."
From across the kitchen table, Little Red Riding hood smiled, as if delighted of the news to travel three miles to her Granny's dilapidated cottage to feed her was pure joy of an experience.
"Yes, mother," She said, pulling her crimson cloak over her head.
"Now, don't talk to any strangers." Her mother warned.
"I won't." Maisie said. She crooked the basket in her arm, waving at her mother's warnings to be careful through the dangerous woods…
The sun was beating down on Little Red, but she did not remove her cloak. Had anyone seen this sight, they would have thought it strange. Surely if anyone was too warm they would remove such a heavy woollen cloak? But no, with her basket in her arm, Maisie skipped through the town and on into the woods, where the trees cast shade and shadows play.
As she ventured deeper and deeper into the woods, the sun became lost above the canopy of dark and threatening trees and the shadows seem to merge larger, taunting and mocking.
"Where are you going, Little Red Riding Hood?" said a deep and powerful voice. The padding of feet sounded and Little Red turned. Pulling of her cloak, she smiled, one that highlighted her eyes, making her look almost devilish.
"Why, I'm on my way to see my granny, aren't I?" she said, as a humungous wolf suddenly bounded into the sunless clearing. His coat was tawny in colour, his eyes a magnified silver. He poked his muzzle into the basket of goodies. Red Riding Hood opened it to let him see, the strange smile still playing on her lips.
"My mother told me not to talk to strangers…. Again." She giggled.
The wolf seemed to snort. "Well, technically I'm not a stranger." As if remembering something, he straightened up from the basket. "I found a lovely batch of flowers near the creek." He turned to leave. "So are you coming or not? You know how hungry the warm weather makes me, Maisie."
Maisie laughed at the wolf. "Blaire, last winter you said it was the cold that made you hungry."
The wolf sniffed indignantly. "Either way, I'm still hungry."
Heading away from the direction of where her Granny's house stood, Maisie followed Blaire into the darkness of the woods, through wades of grass, silver eyes staring threatening in the dark.