Little Red Riding Hood

Adam turned his head slightly, watching the brunette out of the corner of his eye. Tonight she was wearing a sultry crimson number, it dipped low over her small, shapely breasts and hung well above her knees, displaying much of her toned thighs. It was a little more – well – slutty than her usual attire, but Adam wasn’t complaining. Tonight she was sitting alone, as usual, nursing her drink. She came here quite often, and of course Adam noticed because… well…
He came here to watch her.
He had decided that tonight would be the night. As he stood, and began his way across the smoke-filled bar, “Paint it Black” ended, and another Stones song, one he’d never heard, began to play.

“Hey there little Red Riding Hood… You sure are lookin good… you’re everything that a big, bad wolf, would want…”

He grinned to himself. How very appropriate. He was playing the role of the wolf tonight, was he not? Adam slipped up to her table and smiled with practiced charm.
“May I join you?”
She blinked at him. Her eyes were a little red, and were those dark circles under her eyes? She looked as if she’d been crying. Her makeup was impeccable, however, and he couldn’t be sure…
“I really shouldn’t but… hell, why not?” She grinned at him tentatively. Oh yes, she’d been crying alright.

“What big eyes you have… they’re sure to lure someone bad…”

She’d been crying, and it was just as well for him. It probably even explained that devilish little dress of hers. She was out to stir up some trouble… and trouble was just what she’d get.

“So just to see that you don’t get chased, I think you ought to walk with me for a ways…”

“Can I… get you another drink?” He gestured at her half-empty glass.
“Sure.” She smiled again, and it was a little brighter this time. Damn, this was gonna be easy.
“So…” He started, “Come here often?” He listened to her senseless chatter about her now ex-boyfriend. He was sympathetic. He was understanding, even kind. They danced and he bought her another drink, and another, and another. By the time he’d decided it was time to leave, she was good and gone.

“Little Red Riding Hood… I’d like to hold ya if I could… but you might think I’m a big, bad wolf, so I won’t…”

She was all over him. She clung to him like a wet blanket as he helped her out to his car. He had parked around back, near the encroaching forest, and they were totally, perfectly, alone.
That Stones song was still in his head, and as he bent to kiss her, Mick Jagger drawled: “I’ll keep my sheep suit on… till I’m sure that you’ve been shown… that I can be trusted… walking with you alone…”

She was breathless, almost giddy. When he broke the kiss he searched her eyes eagerly. Had she noticed the knife he had placed against the small of her back? She smiled at him, and leaned into his ear.
Her breath reeked of alcohol as she whispered, “I know you’ve been watching me.”
Adam blinked. That was an unusual statement coming from a woman that was about to die, even if she hadn’t noticed the knife. Adam shrugged it off and grinned his best wolfish grin, moving the knife so that the cold, sharp metal touched her bare flesh. Now she would really cry. Now she would beg. Or scream. Or maybe even fight. Adam liked it when they fought.
But she was still grinning. It was an amused, vindictive grin. Almost a smirk.
And then she was gone. Like lighting, she spun from his grip and rendered his arm a piercing blow. He cried out in pain as the knife clattered to the pavement.
“You might wanna run now, big boy.” She was still grinning. Something was wrong with his vision; her skin was shimmering, wavering, it almost made him sick to look at her. He shook his head and dove for the knife. When he looked back up, the knife clutched in his uninjured left hand, he let out a gasp and almost fell in his haste to scramble backwards.
Where the thin woman once stood there was now an enormous muscle-bound wolf. The-oh-so-sexy red dress lay in tatters about its enormous paws. It was snarling, and long, gleaming runners of saliva dripped from its vicious jaws.
It was between him and the car.
Adam was almost too stunned to move, and then it sprang at him. He spun and bolted for the dark fringe of trees, his heart fluttering in his throat.
He was going to die. That little good-for-nothing-bitch was going to kill him.
A second later Adam felt hot breath on his ankles and screamed. Somehow he managed to increase his speed, pelting faster than he would have believed possible through the blackened forest.
And then he was screaming for real.
He felt it tear at the tender flesh of his ankle, and he fell crashing to the earth. The enormous weight of the thing was crushing him, and then dozens of wet, razor sharp teeth sank into his throat.
Oh man had he judged this one wrong.
He raised his arms and flailed uselessly at the thing, trying to push it off him. As his strength failed and he clenched his fists into the beast’s thick fur… his vision wavering… he noticed that at some point he had put on his faded red hoodie. Damn.

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horror, lycanthrope, lycanthropy, therianthrope, therianthropy, ttc2, werewolf, werewolves and wolf