Author's Note: Sorry it took me so long to update. I'm been rather busy. Hope you like this chapter. :D

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Rebecca awoke with a start, her eyes fluttering open with such shock at the sudden noise that she nearly made herself dizzy sitting up. She quickly threw the blankets off and stood. The noise came again, a great rapping noise on the window. With all the courage she could muster she crept closer until she had a clear view of the window. She jumped as a branch came forward, scrapping at the glass. With a sigh she realized it had only been the tree. Relief washed over her and she sat on the end of the bed, her mind whizzing with such adrenaline that she couldn't think straight. She knew there was no way she would be able to get to sleep now.

Quietly Rebecca slipped out of the room, a robe she had found in the closet wrapped tightly at her waist. The moonlight shone through another window at the end of the hallway. It was so beautiful and eerie. Almost inviting. With small, light steps she made her way down the hall. Her bare feet were warm against the cold floor making an odd sensation tingle in her toes. With another step forward she was at the window, gazing out of it with such awe at the low, white moon. Odd. Why was it so low? And if it were low, why was it not an orange color? She shook the thought from her head and rested her elbow on the sill.

A noise behind Rebecca made her jump slightly. She turned to see who was there but it was only a mouse, scuttling towards the kitchen to find any scraps of food. With a quick smile she turned back to the window. But instead of seeing the ghostly, white moon a face appeared at the window snarling and growling. Rebecca stumbled backwards as a paw broke through the pane of glass, sending little sparkling, clear slivers everywhere. A scream broke from her lips and she ran back down the long hallway. With her heart in her throat she banged on the door nearest to hers. It opened wildly and Callum appeared with a gun in hand. His wife was behind him, scared eyes peering from a shadow filled corner.

"RUN!" Rebecca urged her, pointing to a door in the room that the wife had not thought to use. With a frightened nod she flew to the door, whipping it open and running out into the night. Rebecca turned to see Philip join beside Callum, his face filled with panic. He had been caught off guard. They all had. Anger flared inside of her. These were innocent people who were risking their lives to save her. No, not to save her. To save themselves, to save the village and to escape from the nightmare that had become her life.

A scream echoed through the hallway as Rebecca threw herself back out into the open. A tiny red head girl stood stock still, the wolf pulling her by her nightgown. Callum yelled, his voice filled with anger for the beast that held his child. With a look of pure hatred on his face Callum loaded his gun, aiming to shoot.

"Daddy!" The little girl cried, her face filled with terror as the wolf came closer.

"A little snack before the main course." He growled, a low, menacing growl that sent shivers up Rebecca's spine.

"Stop it!" Rebecca screamed. "You came for me! Remember? Me!" The wolf turned and saw her, standing with her fists clenched and her eyes blazing. At that moment the moonlight peeked through a cloud, blanketing Rebecca in the white light of the moon. She looked like a ghost, standing there in her robe and nightgown. Her hair wild and her eyes challenging the beast.

"You want blood? You take mine. You want revenge? You take it out on me. If you even think about killing another innocent person while I am your target, you'll regret it for the rest of your life."

"Oh yes? And what, my dear little riding hood, should I be so afraid of?" He had turned now, his eyes on her and only her. Callum fiddled with his gun; it was jammed. Rebecca heard Philip curse and run to the other room while Callum gave up, dropping the gun and running to his child. Her sobs filled the room as Rebecca faced the wolf, and he faced her.

"Good always conquers evil." She hissed. She had nothing. Nothing but the hope that her words were right. She knew not how to kill this wolf. She knew nothing. But she would not let anyone die on her watch. Callum watched from the side, his arms wrapped protectively around his daughter. Rebecca knew she was alone on this one unless Philip came to her aid, but she knew she had to do this herself. So instead of wasting time, waiting for her knight to save her, instead she did the unthinkable. A vase sat on the table next to her and the door that Callum's wife had left through was still creaking on its hinges. With a swift throw the vase hit the wolf straight in the face, giving Rebecca time to run.

She knew there was no use in outrunning the wolf, but she did know that if she could get the wolf out of the house there would not be the threat of him hurting anyone. With swift legs she ran towards the town's outskirts. Her skirts whirled around her ankles making it somewhat hard to run. Soon she could feel him gaining on her, a growl rising from his stomach. A large object came into view, the outline of it fuzzy in Rebecca's eyes. When she got closer she saw it was a well. And…

A fence. She was trapped. There was no way she could get over that fence in time. As she reached the well she turned quickly, facing the wolf. He stopped, a smirk on his face. He would try and enjoy every minute of his revengeful murder.

"So, it looks as though brave little red riding hood has met her match. Of course, it's no surprise I would get this victory. You see, little girl, I don't ever lose. I'm the best hunter in the woods. The fastest, the keenest, the smartest. I guess you just didn't realize that. Now, how would you like to go? Hmm? It can be painless or-"

Galloping hooves. They both heard it. Philip appeared behind the wolf that moment, his face full of anger and hatred, just as Callum's had been. He jumped, hitting the ground at full force. His legs didn't buckle though, and he stood with an axe, ready to kill. The wolf snarled and jumped at Philip.

"NO!" Rebecca screamed, panic in her voice. The two tumbled on the ground, Philip slashing the axe through the air and the wolf trying desperately to bite at Philip. Rebecca moved forward quickly, she couldn't get close enough though, not without getting a fang or axe in the eye. But before she could figure out a plan the axe slipped from Philip's hand, flying through the air and clanking against the brick of the well and falling in, landing a moment later with a splash. Rebecca turned back to the fight to see Philip take hold of the wolf's throat, closing his grip as hard as he could.

He's going to win! He's going to kill the wolf! Rebecca thought excitedly. Her eyes watched as the wolf coughed and then whimpered. A second passed and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Another second. Two. A gurgle. Three. Four. Not another sound. Philip stood, his hands hanging at his side and his breathing hard. Rebecca let a sob escape and rushed to him. He sighed and took hold of her. They stood there for a second and she listened to the beating of his heart. The wolf was dead. Gone. Dead.

A sound from behind them made her feel more relieved. Callum was coming. She sighed and pulled back, her eyes glimmering with happiness that the nightmare was over. Philip smiled then turned around to greet Callum.

But it wasn't Callum.

The wolf jumped, pinning Philip to the ground. A scream escaped his lips and the wolf hit him over the head with a strong paw then opened his mouth to reveal gleaming teeth. Philip's eyes widened. "Rebecca!" Philip cried. Before she could do anything the white fangs went down, down. Clamping onto Philip's neck, ripping his tender, soft flesh. With a terrible sob Rebecca watched the life drain from his eyes until he stared into the distance, fixed on nothing in particular.

He had died trying to save her.

He had died… And it was all her fault.

And now the wolf would pay.