Update (5-25-16) SO I made a few changes to the story. Censoring a few words here and there and bumping up the age from sixteen to eighteen. For the sake of my paranoia.

Once again, I do not anything in this story. This is purely a fan fiction, everything else belongs to Criag McCracken's universe.

In a land beneath the mountains, a small village sat next to a large forest. There were few carnivores in the forest; the most fearful were the wolves that hunted in dark places. It was unknown how many wolves resided in the forest, but the villagers knew the risks of traveling in the forest. It was normal for hunters to go inside and the villagers were recommended to travel in groups if they were gathering herbs, berries, or visiting foolish people who lived in the forest.

As years passed, the woods became safer to travel. The hunters would create a safe and easy path for villagers to travel while, at the same time, eliminated nearly every wolf that threatened their peaceful way of life. Eventually, the rest of the wolves fled the forest away from the hunters and their loud weapons. Travelers were now safe inside the woods.

Especially a certain girl in a red hood.

The girl was very iconic amongst the village with her signature red hood and enchanting pink eyes. Only at age fifteen, she was beautiful beyond comprehension; her rosy eyes were complimented by her flawless milky skin and fiery orange hair. The men of the village would constantly compete for her attention; they would grovel at her feet if necessary and by the time she would became of age, her father would be flooded with marriage requests from every eligible man.

What a beautifully blessed child she was.

With the forest safe from harm, the red girl was able to travel and visit her ill grandmother, who lived inside the forest. She brought sweets and medicine along with her and by her father's request she asked her grandmother numerous times if she would want to spend the rest of her days in the village. Her grandmother would refuse and reply with a crazed statement. Her grandmother was terribly sick, and very much a mad woman.

But red girl loved her grandmother very much, and she traveled back and forth almost every day to see her. It was not a hassle; it was a half an hour walk to grandmother's house and another half walking back to the village if she took the shorter and safer path.

It was true that the forest was free of dangerous predators, but that did not necessarily mean that all predators were gone.

A lone wolf resided the forest.

The wolf made his presence known one night during a full moon. The villagers were awoken to the terrifying howl and looming dangers inside the forest once again. Although a single wolf would normally have not made much of an impact, the villagers were worried that this one wolf would bring more. Their greatest hunter set forth on his quest to kill the wolf as quickly as possible. With his extraordinary skills, the hunter located the wolf's possible residing areas and made signs cautioning travelers.

The same cautions that the red girl deliberately ignored.

The red girl had a premonition the other day. She could not explain the reason of this impending aura and why she was so fearful. The feeling would not leave her mind no matter how hard she tried. This unknown warning left her trembling and crying on floor. Her father tried comforting her as best as possible, but the feeling would not go away even after the tears had stopped.

She had not felt like herself for the rest of the day. No matter how much her father tried to cheer her up, the red girl knew that nothing in that village would make her happy. None of her friends or suitors would be able to make her smile. She had this mundane feeling that there was nothing here for her to enjoy anymore. Sure, she had her beauty and was wanted by every male in the village, but the red girl never strived to be that kind of woman.

She knew of her future: her father would pick a rich, probably handsome husband for her and she would spend the rest of her life as a housewife and birth as many children as her husband pleased. She would cook and clean the house, until her bones grew tired and her beauty would wash away. She would smile and be happy with the man she could never love.

Perhaps she had come to realize that her childish freedom was coming to an end, and her life of adulthood was starting.

That would seem logical since her eighteenth birthday was tomorrow; the age where she would be eligible to marry.

"Blossom."

Her father's call brought the girl out of her thoughts and onto the situation at hand. Blossom had just finished her chores around the house and was sitting by the fireplace reading a small book. Her father had just walked into the room with his hands and clothes dirty from helping farmers in the fields.

"Did you bring the clothes in? Rain will be coming soon and I want to make sure our nice clothes are nice and dry." He asked.

Blossom nodded. "Yes, father. I folded them up nice and neatly as well." She confirmed.

Her father smiled. "Thank you, my dear. You'll make a fine wife someday." He said walking past her and into the bathing room. Blossom's heart sank upon her father's words. Of course, she didn't want to upset her father by showing sadness, but it was hard for her to bottle in her emotions.

Blossom took a look out the window. The sun was high in the sky signaling it was noon, but there were dark and heavy clouds in the horizon, bringing the rain for the crops as well as thunder and possibly lightning. It was going to be a violent storm tonight. She stood up from her spot and quickly darted to her room. On her bed was her signature ribbon and red cloak. Blossom pulled her locks into a ponytail and used the ribbon to tie it in a bow. She pulled her cloak around her body and secured it tied around her neck.

Her father finished washing his face and saw his daughter's new attire. "Sweetheart, are you going somewhere?"

Blossom nodded. "I want to visit grandmother."

"Right now?! You saw her two days ago. Blossom, I don't want you travel so far during the rain."

"Father, the rain won't be here for a few more hours." Blossom walked into the kitchen and stuffed her basket with an assortment of fruits, berries and a jar of jam. "I'll return before then."

Her father sighed knowing full well that he will not win this debate. "Very well. Go safely. Follow the marked path and return as soon as possible." Blossom nodded and gave her father a kiss on the cheek.

"I will." Covering her basket, Blossom stepped out of the wooden house and into streets of her small village. All around her, people were going back and forth, finishing their chores and gathering what they needed for the approaching rain. The seeds were firmly planted in the earth, the clothes were removed from the line, and animals were either tied down or in a barn.

No one knows for certain how long the rain would last, but it never hurt to be prepared.

Blossom's appearance was eye-catching as always. Many of the villagers would greet her with a smile or a bow. Many of the men would tip her hat to her and greet her with compliments; all of which Blossom didn't cared for, but she was taught to be polite otherwise.

While finishing a greeting to a neighbor, she bumped into a taller male. "OH! I'm so sorry…" Looking up, she was apologizing to none other than, Dexter Alexandrov, the village's experienced hunter. Dexter had short, orange hair, blue eyes behind black rimmed glasses, and wore a tattered white coat around his thin body. When most people thought of a hunter, they would imagine a large, muscular man with an assortment of weapons. However, Dexter was a different type of hunter. His intellect was his greatest weapon. With his handmade weapons and superior knowledge over the masses, hunting seemed like a mere hobby to him.

It was no question he was continuing his search on the lone wolf and it was starting to become a challenge for him. This wolf was clearly testing his abilities and although Dexter enjoyed a challenge, the village was not too thrilled.

Dexter dipped his head giving Blossom a proper greeting. "Ms. Utonium." He asked.

Blossom gave a small curtsy. "Mr. Alexandrov. Such fine weather we have, isn't it?"

"Oh yes. The storm will definitely help with this year's harvest." He said in his thick accent. "But Ms. Utonium, are you going somewhere at this hour? Shouldn't you be at home?" He inquired the pink girl.

"Yes, but I wanted to go to my grandmother's cottage. I need to make sure she has everything she needs before the storm hits." Blossom said indicating the basket.

"Well if you're going in the wood alone, then I need to accompany you. For a safe and quick travel." Dexter insisted.

Blossom shook her head. "No need. I've done this many times before, so I can very much handle myself. Besides, you look very tired from hunting since this morning." She indicated his dirty and beaten attire; muddy boots, scratched up gloves, and his crossbow was already on its last leg.

"Yes…today's hunt was not very successful sadly…" Despite the statement, there seemed to be a spark within Dexter's crystal blue eyes as though he just thought of another ingenious idea for the next hunt.

"Well…I mustn't keep grandmother waiting. I better hurry if I am to beat the rain." She said signaling a close in the awkward conversation.

"Ah yes. Well. Go carefully and please come back safe. Follow the marked paths I provided." He warned her bidding the beauty a farewell. Blossom bid the hunter adieu and continued her way.

It was no surprise that Dexter was a candidate for Blossom's hand and a very popular one at that. He was highly favored by the community and her father especially, so from that idea alone, Blossom knew exactly who her father would pick. However, Blossom doesn't enjoy Dexter's presence and, she could never imagine spending the rest of her life being his trophy wife. Dexter was a highly respected man of the village, but he was also very arrogant and cared about nothing else but his work.

Pushing the mindless thoughts aside, Blossom walked into the forest entrance and began walking along the marked paths like she was told. She looked back at the village occasionally and watched it disappear from view the further she walked. Once she was sure that she was out of sight, Blossom quickened her pace and began to stray away from the path.

Running past different sized trees and shrubbery, Blossom listened for the familiar sounds of the forest animals, only to find that it was slightly quieter than usual. The animals must have followed their instincts and fled to safer areas. The sun continued to shine from above and its light peaked through the tall tress creating a surreal and tranquil atmosphere in the forest.

Blossom loved the forest. She loved nature. It was fascinating to study its changes and its natural beauty. She felt herself become truly free in the woods, despite the danger that lurked within. In fact, she welcomed that sense of danger; it created more excitement and adventure into her life. Being here was her true joy.

Eventually, she arrived at a large forest clearing with a large oak tree. The tree had a large trunk with a large hole that seemed to act as some sort of den for any large creature. The tree sat on a small hill of lush green grass surrounded by an assortment of flowers. The scenery had a sense of euphoria around it that it seemed to look like merely a dream.

Blossom walked slowly toward the oak tree taking the surroundings as she had done many times before. She steps were quiet making sure not to make any loud or sudden noises. By the time she reached the base of the hill, Blossom heard a small growl coming from inside the trunk; a sound she had been expecting. There was a rustling inside followed by a noise that sounded like a yawn.

"What are you doing here? Don't you smell the rain approaching?"

"I figured I would stop by and give you some treats." Blossom replied as she made her ascend to the tree base.

"Treats? I may outlive you, but I'm no fool. You're here for something else…"

Once she reached the base, Blossom peered inside the trunk to see a large, dark furred beast rolling around in a bed of soft leaves. Its presence was clearly intimidating, but for some reason, Blossom continued inside. Upon closer inspection, it was a large wolf. Its tail was as long and big as Blossom's own body, and from one mighty swing, it could possibly break her entire body. If it stood up, its body would tower over her. The great wolf pulled its head out of the leaves revealing its blood red eyes.

From those eyes, it was clear that this creature was not from this world.

But Blossom approached it anyway. The wolf rose up from its spot and bore its fangs at the girl. Its mouth and teeth were massive reminding Blossom that it could kill her instantly from one bite. As it growled and hissed, Blossom calmly raised her petite hand to its muzzle. Upon the contact of her soft and familiar skin, the large wolf relaxed and retracted its teeth from her.

"Very good…" It said. "You are no longer timid of me."

"How can I not?" Blossom set down her basket to place both of her hands on the side of its head. She leaned closer toward the wolf placing her head on its face. The wolf drew in closer to her form taking in as much of her scent as it could. Blossom found herself hugging the wolf's head before she felt its fur shift and move wildly.

The fur retracted itself taking a new form; a human form. The dark fur changed into a lighter color of amber orange and it gathered toward its head becoming hair. Its pale skin appeared before her taking an average, adult male shape. His orange hair stopped past his shoulders and covered his pointed and unearthly ears. His muscles relaxed as he grew adjusted to his human form.

Although he wasn't clothed, Blossom's eyes never looked away for his red eyes were gazing into hers. Oh, how she loved his enchanting eyes. She loved it whenever he looked at her; the way all girls wanted to be looked at. She found herself hypnotized by his stare as he approached her still body. He placed large hands on her thin neck touching as much of her exposed skin as possible.

Blossom sighed blissfully as she let her body melt. She instantly become submissive to him as he leaned down to her neck and began to press his lips hard on her most sensitive area. The places he knew that would make her knees weak, her body quiver and her voice reach the highest mountains. He pushed her back against the tree trunk as his hands began roam around the most forbidden areas of her body. He sucked and bit in certain areas of her neck making Blossom cry and moan his name.

"Brick…"

The absolute attention and adoration he showed her was everything Blossom had wanted. Brick's actions never ceased to excite her. He pushed her blouse upward in order to sneak his hand inside and touch her smooth milky skin. He growled against her ear as Blossom jumped to wrap her legs shamelessly around his waist. Their bodies reacted to each other's in perfect harmony as though they were made for no one else.

Brick's hand moved from her neck straight to her hips. He pushed the hem of her ankle length skirt up to expose her smooth legs and started massaging her hip and buttocks. They gasped sharply as his pelvis started to grind against hers; a very clear sign that he wanted to take her again. Of course, Blossom would allow him.

She loved Brick. She loved Brick with everything she had to give; mind, soul, and body. And although he never admitted it, Brick was in love with her too. They adored and cherished each other. All they had to live in this world was for no one else, but each other. Brick would never leave from Blossom's mind, not even for a second. It amazed her so much that she would find genuine love from a demon-like creature such as Brick.

And as she gripped his red locks and clawed at his exposed back, she knew that this love would not last. It couldn't last. Her birthday was tomorrow, meaning that this would be the last time she would see Brick. The last time would hold him, kiss him and combine with him. The thought of it was enough to crush her heart.

Brick stopped his actions as he smelled salty tears on her skin. He stared at her face intensely with concern as Blossom cried and sobbed in front of him. Her tears left him angry and confused. He hated tears and will crush any human who dares to bring tears to his woman's eyes, but he was mostly confused as to why would she was crying. He cupped his hands around her puffy face forcing her to face him.

"My sweet Blossom. Why do you bring tears to your lovely face?"

"Because…" She cried. "I have to let you go…"

BunnyKoi says: "Oops I did it again!"