This is where things get a bit interesting… ;)

After dinner, Snow and Charming offered to take me home, but I declined. I enjoyed walking home on clear, summer nights. I mean, in Fairytale Land, the stars shine brighter, there's not much pollution (probably because of the pixie-dust, or something), and the neighborhood's more peaceful, unlike in your world. And the people are so trusting, and everything feels so secure, so there's never much cause for alarm.

Yep, it's a perfect place where you can shoplift, hi-jack vehicles, and pick-pocket anyone you want without getting caught. Okay, I confess, I have a bad conscience. Well, what do you expect? My parents died, and I'm living with two stupid cousins who always hog the spotlight and take advantage of my character. When you've been pushed too far, crime commitment becomes a regular thing.

Not many places were open that night, so I just walked around town, looking for a place where I could hang out for a while longer, or find some unsuspecting dope who wasn't keeping an eye on his wallet. I walked by Geppetto's Toy Shop and looked through the window.

Now, the store wasn't all wooden toys and clocks and other things Disney put in. No, it had many modern toys-- remote-controlled hot-rods, video-games, annoying talking dolls that bug you so much that you could just tie them to stake in the backyard and shoot them-- so it was a pretty cool shop.

I sighed, remembering how my parents would take me in the store and how Geppetto let me play with the toys without having to buy them, because my parents couldn't afford any. On my 6th birthday, they had saved their money and bought me a blue teddy bear, and I carried it around with me all the time. It was the one token of their love I had…

…but it burned in the fire.

I turned and began walking away from the toy store, now that the unhappy memory of my parent's death ruined my good walk down memory lane. That's when I was pulled into an alley.

Remember what I said about the neighborhood being peaceful and everything feeling secure? Well, that's only during the day. At night, the bad stuff happens. Like now, I was pulled into an alley by a tall, ugly, grimy-looking ape-like man with moldy breath (I could smell it a mile away) and yellow teeth. He pinned me to the ground and sat on top of me, his beefy legs long enough to pin my arms down. "Let's have a little fun, girlie," he said with a stupid chuckle, as he slid his hand up my shirt.

I did the only thing I could do.

I screamed. "GET OFF ME!!!!" I was able to free my right arm, punching the ape-man rapist in the face, stunning him long enough so I could free my other hand.

But he pinned my arms down again, this time with his hands. "You shouldn't have done that." his eyes were filled with hatred. Anger. Murder. He squeezed my wrist with his left hand, twisting it. I kept myself from crying out, knowing that would just make him to more damage.

"Get away from her!" A voice snarled. I looked over the brute and saw a gray, furry figure with black hair on top of his head, wearing a leather jacket.

The man obeyed, standing up from me and turning to The Wolf. "What's a wuss like you doin' in my neighborhood?"

"Telling you to back off. …Or else." Wolf's voice, to my surprise, was menacing, and his eyes were glowing yellow, as if he actually was bad.

The ape-man sneered. "Oh, please. Who's afraid of the 'big bad wolf'?"

Godmother, I hate that cliché!

"You should be."

The ape-man laughed. "Give me one good reason---"

Before my attacker could say another word, Wolf snarled and lunged at him, biting into his shoulder, drawing blood, and clawing through the man's clothes. Finally, with amazing strength, he picked him up and threw him against a brick wall, his face all bloody, and his clothes torn. It was amazing that he was still alive and was able to crawl away. The last thing I heard from his lips were, "M-mommy…" and he was gone.

I turned to Wolf, surprised. "Whoa, dude! That was amazing!" I said.

Wolf came over and grabbed my hand, pulling me up. "Yeah, it's kind of my nature." he said, modestly. "I can't stand seeing innocent people get hurt."

"Why can't you be that vicious more often?"

Wolf shuddered. "Trust me, Blu. You wouldn't like me being vicious 24-7."

I scoffed. "Oh, please. What would be the problem?" he turned to me, his yellow eyes sharp.

"Regaining control." he put his arm around me and we began walking down the street. "C'mon, I'll walk you home."

I would have protested, if I didn't feel more secure with The Big Bad (for real) Wolf by my side.

A/N: What, you think I would keep the Wolf a wimp? No, way! …Though, it's hard not to wonder what will happen when his 'deed' is found out…

Please R/R, keep the flames.