Chapter 1.

The maid brushed the young girl's long dark red hair, tying it back into a ponytail with a red bow. "You look beautiful, Blossom," her grandmother commented as she entered the room, the maid bowed at her arrival and left the room. Blossom was only an eight year old girl, but you knew she would grow up to be among the prettiest girls.

"Thank you, grandma."

"Now, I have a gift," her grandmother smiled, holding a small book and gently handing it to her eager granddaughter.

She could not contain her excitement, "oh, grandma! A book!"

"Open it," her grandmother whispered, playfully.

Blossom opened the book, but it was just full of pages, "what do you mean?" She asked confused, but understanding there was something more inside than just pieces of paper.

Her grandmother laughed and kneeled down, so she was nearer to the height of Blossom. "Here," she pulled the top of the hardcover and it simply popped off. She then tilted the book and shook out it's content. It was a simple gold necklace with a circular pendant.

Blossom's eyes widened, "A necklace! It's so pretty! Thank you, thank you so much!" She jumped up and hugged her grandmother, who simply laughed before hugging her back. Blossom eagerly put the necklace around her neck.

"Now, we should get to the party," her grandmother smiled, already walking to the door, Blossom quickly followed after her with a huge smile on her face.

The screams and shouts of people, gunfire and broken and fallen objects echoed the walls of the castle and were growing louder and louder. "Blossom! Blossom!" Her grandmother called. Blossom was running the other direction, back to her room; she desperately needed to get something before it was too late. She arrived at her room and her grandmother locked the door behind her, but not before a little boy a bit older than Blossom squeezed his way in. "Blossom!" She screamed, "we need to go!"

Blossom shuffled around in her room before she grabbed her necklace and started to head for the door. The door was already being torn down with axes and bullets. In fear Blossom and her grandmother backed away, ignoring the little boy who was feeling his way on the wall before coming across the one he wanted. He pushed it opened with all his strength and it did, just enough for all of them to go in through. "Quickly! In here!" He yelled. Blossom's grandmother used no time to waste; she dragged the stunned Blossom and left quickly through the tunnels. Forgetting about the boy who had just sacrificed his own life to save theirs. They ran as far as they could get, taking train after train until they were far enough away for people to not recognise them at all.

Years later…

Blossom is now 17 years old; she lives in a small town, though her cottage is farther and deeper in the woods. She's beautiful, pink eyes and dark red hair that reached her waist. She wore a simple black dress that falls down to her ankles, so you could see her brown shoes. Though, what made her stand out and what had created her nickname was her red hooded cloak. "Red Ridding Hood" is what people call this mysterious girl. Of course, they've asked for her name, but she's always responded with something different. "Rose" "Sorrell" "Ruby" "Poppy" "Crimson" "Red" "Scarlett", always something to do with the colour red.

She wandered around the centre, looking for food that would last until she'd have to go back outside again. She never liked it because of the way people stared at her; men with lust and girls with jealousy.

She bought her last item on the list and put it in her basket. Before she left the stand, the man stopped her, "be careful going though the forest, Red, there's a Wolf around who's out hunting," he whispered to her.

She looked at him confused, she'd never heard of wolves in this area. She simply nodded, "I will." As she walked, she had to force herself not to look left, because then she'd have to go into that store; that beautiful, beautiful store; that store that holds hundreds and hundreds of books. She sighed; she doesn't have enough money to buy a book, she never has.

She was barely half way to her cottage, in the middle of the forest, when a man was suddenly in front of her. He was around her age but a bit older with the same colour hair but much darker. Their eyes met, but only for a moment before she proceeded to walk around him. Red eyes were the only things she captured from his face during that brief encounter.

Eventually, Blossom reached her cottage and she found the door unlocked and she was immediately cautious. "I'm home, grandma." She scanned the house, it seemed to be fine, and so she continued to put her basket on the table and went to check on her grandmother. "Grandma?" She entered the room, but what she found wasn't her grandmother in that bed, and that liquid coming from the closet wasn't water. Her eyes widened and her body trembled. "I… think I for-got something in town, I'll be… back," Blossom said, turning to leave, but before she could take another step, the man had jumped out of the bed and slammed her against the wall. He opened his mouth to speak but was silenced with the pain she had commenced on him between his legs. He let go of her and she took this opportunity to run as far away as possible and into a place with people, but the town was an hour's walk from the cottage. She sprinted as fast as her legs could carry her, but of course in such a bad time she had to trip over her dress. She crashed into the gravel of the pathway, shuffled to her feet and persisted running; though, the Wolf was faster.

The Wolf was able to catch up with her and knocked her down to the ground. She fell unconscious for a few seconds, but it was enough time for the Wolf to drag her away from the path. When she awoke she started screaming, screaming for someone to come to her aid; but she knew it wasn't possible. No one except for her and her grandmother takes this path. She flew to her feet and attempted to run, but the Wolf grabbed her and pinned her to a tree. Once the loss of hope had finally managed to enter her thoughts, she cried, cried for her sake and then those cries turned into grief for her grandmother.

He hushed her and she became silent with trembling lips and tears still flowing down her cheeks, but she couldn't open her eyes. "Blossom, look at me," he demanded.

She roughly shook her head with shuteyes, not even thinking about how he would know her name.

"Look at me!" He yelled.

She opened her eyes, but averted her gaze to the grass below her.

"Look at me! Dammit!" He forced her to look at him. Red eyes. It was the same man she had come across before, but now she was getting a better look at him. Part of his face was distorted. "Look at what you did to me!" He shook her. "I saved your lives, but you closed the door before I could come with you!" Now he was crying, "do you know how ugly I am? Because of you?" He shouted, "they killed me! I'm supposed to be dead!" He tilted his head down and whispered, "because of you."

Blossom didn't know what to say, she was still grieving over her grandmother, "you killed my grandmother," her words were inaudible and so she repeated it until he heard her.

"I didn't kill her! She killed herself!" He shouted back, defending himself.

"Wha-What are you talking about?" Her voice cracked as more tears flowed from her eyes.

He caressed her cheek and suddenly bit her on the neck. Blossom screamed before the heaviness was gone, but the pain was still there and it felt as if it was growing and consuming her. Blossom screamed and crouched into a fetes position gripping her bloody neck. The Wolf laughed, wickedly.

Blossom was unaware of the third person who had suddenly grabbed the Wolf by the collar and shoved him against a tree, she yelled, "what did you do to her?" His eyes widened with fear, though his smirk remained.

"She's turning into me now."

Blossom screamed in excruciating pain as her teeth and nails grew. She bit on her own arm because of how itchy her teeth felt. "Stop it! Change her back!" The girl yelled at the Wolf.

"It's too late. The only person who can turn her back to human is herself." By the end of his sentence, Blossom had completed her agonizing transformation into a wolf, though she was much larger than a normal wolf. Her wolf form was breathing heavily, saliva drooping from her razor sharp teeth and eyes that glared at the world. The girl, who still had a solid hold on the laughing Wolf, was stoned but somehow remained completely calm. The girl and Blossom's wolf form made eye contact for a brief second before Blossom disappeared, running off towards the town.

"Stop her! You have to stop her!" The girl shouted at the Wolf.

"Do you see what she did to me?"

"She didn't do that!"

"Yes she did!"

"No, she didn't! You closed the door! You're the one who closed the door!" The girl lowered her voice, "you risked your life to save two. Your selfless act will save this Kingdom, and we thank you," the girl said, bowing her head and releasing her grasp on him.

He looked down, contemplating what he had just done, "I…" He didn't know what to say, so instead he turned into a large wolf, larger than Blossom's form, and dashed towards the direction Blossom went to.

By the time the girl arrived at the town, the buildings were burning and people were panicking, unsure of what was happening, if this was even real. It didn't take long for the girl to spot the Wolf and Blossom and she was just in time to see the Wolf defeat Blossom. He grabbed her collapsed and unconscious wolf form with his teeth and put her on his back before running towards Blossom's cottage. The girl grabbed a bike she found and raced after them. She felt awfully stupid and ridiculous because of the large wheel in front and the tiny one behind her. She arrived moments after them, where the Wolf had just put Blossom's human form to rest on a bed. "Will she be okay?" The girl asked between breaths from running back and forth.

He nodded, "she's just tired from her first turn." The girl groaned and so the two moved out of the room to let Blossom rest in silence. The Wolf turned to look at her, "who are you anyways?"

"Oh right, I forgot," she exaggerated a bow, "Buttercup, from the Royal Protection Service," she smirked, "I'm here to protect Blossom and return her to her rightful throne."

"You're so young?"

"Protectors are supposed to be a similar age to the people they protect."

"How come?"

She shrugged, "because if I were a forty year old man, clinging on to her, you'd think I'm some sort of paedophile."

He nodded, "I guess so."

"So, who are you?" Buttercup asked the man.

"I thought you knew," he smirked with squinted eyes.

"Nope."

"Well then, I'm Brick, but people call me the Wolf."

"So, dog, how did you turn into this?" Brick twitched at the word 'dog'.

"I was bitten the same night her family was murdered."

"Oh."

"You don't seem surprised."

"Not really, no."

"How come?"

She shrugged, "magic is everywhere."

Blossom appeared at the doorway, a massive headache had taken over her head and so she used the wall to aid her in standing. Once the headache was gone she broke into tears and screams, she tried to bolt out the door, but Buttercup caught up to her before she could get far. Blossom's nails and teeth started to grow. Her breathing became heavier, she let out a scream, "what's happening? What's happening?"

"Calm down, Blossom. Blossom, Blossom, calm down," Brick said, cautiously approaching her. Blossom snatched her hand out of Buttercup's grip and took a few steps back.

"How- how do you know my name?" Her fearful eyes flickered from Buttercup and Brick and back to Buttercup, "who are you?" She asked the both of them, her ears started to morph. They eventually got her to calm down before she turned completely into a wolf and explained themselves and what was happening.

So, tell me what you think? I hope you liked it.

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