Little Red Riding Hood v.-2.0... a Fairy Tale from a Reverse Perspective

So, I have to thank @isaria for her unintentional help in giving this fun, twisted story the light of day. I was inspired greatly by @isaria's Awesome Original Song called Winter for the Spotlight Entertainment Contest #1. After hearing her haunting music and deep words, I saw the presence of Winter that inspired my words.

So it is that I am presenting below a newly-formed version of the Fairy Tale Little Red Riding Hood from the perspective of the Wolf. I hope you enjoy this turny tale.

Thanks in advance.

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I looked up from my burrow. It was a hole that I had hollowed out of the snow. I saw a flash of red bobbing up and down from a short distance away. The bright color was so enticing and I could smell the warmth of her flesh.

My stomach growled viciously. All I wanted was a bite to eat. I punched myself in the belly and hunkered down. The little girl would have tasted so good going down, but I couldn't do it. I had promised Mother and Father that I would rise above those baser instincts.

I could even smell the buttered rolls that she carried. Everything smelled so tasty. I couldn't stand it. My tongue lolled as I breathed out a cloud of heavy steam.

"Oh, little girl, if only I had not promised," I howled to myself.

The red-topped figure, still just within my view, stopped and began to flip from right-to-left. She had heard me. Her little tune that she had been singing cut off abruptly as well.

Grrrrrr.

Down boy! I smacked my belly and it dropped to a low gurgle. I shook.

The singing resumed, but not confident. Her pace seemed quicker than before as well. I watched until she was at the fork in the road. I groaned as I watched her take the shorter path, the one that would go right through Windward Way. In those hills and forests, she would run into creatures far more vile and ill-intended than I was... and they didn't have promises to give them pause.

I sighed. Mother would be so furious at me if I let anything happen to that little girl.

"Thanks Mother."

With a huff-and-a-puff I rose from my curled position and padded through the drifting snows. The trail that the little girl followed was enchanted, so the freezing snows would never touch her. I, on the other hand, had just the coarse and half-scratched-off fur to keep me warm. Me, with so much anxiety, couldn't stay warm against such cold.

I scratched my belly, raising my back paw and digging into my side vigorously, almost as an affirmation to the thoughts. I always saw myself as this ragged-looking little wolf-cub with great bare patches and small tufts of fur.

I huffed harder as I pushed through the ice and snow. The embankments were often taller than my head. I followed from a safe distance as the little red-hooded girl now skipped over the path. I watched the edges of the forest and saw the pinprick glow of eyes.

I saw Maurice in the next bush, tail down, legs shifting. I pounced just before he could finish his wiggling movement. I crushed his leg. He would not be pouncing anytime soon.

I didn't make a sound as I went from bush-to-bush. If someone was watching, I could just say that I was hungry and was stalking my prey. If they saw me attack another of the predators, they wouldn't think it abnormal as I would just be trying to win a meal.

"Not this time, Siara." My howl warned the girl, who jumped at my form. She couldn't understand me, just as I couldn't understand her.

Siara, on the other hand, stopped in the middle of her crouch and launched herself at me in the dark shadows. Teeth bared, she meant business. I ducked and slid around her lithe form. I sunk my teeth into her throat and could taste wolf-blood. She screamed in pain and I tossed her aside.

"Well, Mother, would you be proud or disgusted?" It was too late, though, I was already past the point-of-no-return.

I leapt from wolf-to-wolf, dispatching them far easier than I would have expected. I had to pick fur from my teeth, but the way seemed clear for the little red-hooded girl. I think I could sense my Mother smiling from above.

I ended up following her all the way to the edge of the forest. Then I saw Cecil cozying up to her, asking her questions. I couldn't stop him from that far away and keep her safe, so I crept closer until I could hear them. We wolves normally don't use Human-Speak because it's so strange in our muzzles, but there he was just talking away.

"Oh yes, I'm going to my Grand-Mum's house. It's up the road and over the river. I should be there soon." She sounded so cheery, I wanted to smack her for the ignorance and naivete.

Up the road and over the river. Now that I knew where she was going, I could just head her off. I dashed off through the woods and paralleled the road, just close enough so that I could take advantage of the enchantment while still staying out-of-sight.

I huffed-and-puffed as I leapt and jumped through the forest. I could hear Cecil behind me as I bounded onward. He was fast, faster than I, and I wouldn't make it to the cottage before him. I saw the river up ahead so I dipped and dodged between a couple of large trees.

I let Cecil rip past me. The large wolf slid to a halt at the edge of the water and paced back-and-forth, visibly gaging the distance. I knew it was too far to jump.

I darted out of my hiding spot and barrel-rolled the larger, faster wolf. He was a mass of furr and snapping maw, sharp teeth glistening in the sun. I whimpered as teeth found my hind quarters. I jerked upright and we circled each other, growling low.

"James," Cecil warned, "do not get in my way. You're too old for this!"

"I must stop you."

Cecil shook his large head. "Why do you care?"

"My Mother made me promise to care for Humans. I don't know why, but now I'm stuck with this promise to keep." I shuffled and darted in.

I didn't even go in for the bite. It was a ruse, and it worked. Cecil leapt back, I dug my heel paws deep into the soft banks, and pushed my shoulder against him.

Cecil flew off the side of the river's edge and plunged back-first into the rapidly-moving water. "Noooo!"

"Goodbye Cecil," I howled after.

It seemed to be clear, so I took a breath and continued on my way. The red-hooded girl was in the distance still, so I took the bridge and bounded up to the house. I shoved in through the door to find the little girl's Grand-Mum at the desk, writing a letter. She was in an ugly nightgown.

"Greetings Lady," I called out formally, using the grandest Human style.

She was startled and clutched her chest. Her eyes were wide open. "Oh my."

She dropped to the floor. I lapped her face and grabbed her wrist. It just dropped to the wooden floors. Her chest did not even move. She did not stir.

I swore to myself.

I heard growling at the doors and windows. I gasped and took a defensive position. The sheer numbers were too much, though. I was knocked out and dragged to the closet.

I woke as I heard the tearing and ripping of flesh. My stomach turned. I was so very hungry and the scent of blood was heavy in the air. I battered against the closet door and it splintered outward.

I howled and screamed at the group. "She is mine." I tore into them as they cowered, all of them cubs against my rage-filled strength.

I tore them to pieces until they fled with whimpers and cries. The pulsing beat flowed in my head.

I inhaled deeply and shuddered with delight. I shoved my muzzle into the old lady's open wounds, licking and ripping and chewing. I couldn't even think through the haze of eating. When I finally had my fill and stepped back again, I shook and felt the great sorrow. My Mother would have been so disappointed.

"I'm so sorry," I whispered.

I heard the song from up the hill. The girl with the Little Red Riding Hood was getting closer. I needed to fix this. I rushed around, dragging the body around and hiding the remains. I then pulled down a curtain and yanked it across the floor to sop up the blood... it still tasted so delicious that I shuddered.

The song grew louder. I dove into her closet and pulled out a nightgown, crawling into it as I hopped around and into her bed. I tugged the coverlet up to my chin and tried to pretend I was asleep.

The girl's voice was enthusiastic as she skipped across the threshold of the open door. "Grand-Mum! There you are!"

I didn't know this girl, but I could only imagine how not like her Grand-Mum I truly was. I just went with it. Maybe she was just plain stupid.

I tried to sound smooth, womanly, and old. "Come in, come in, my dear. What have you brought with you?"

"Grand-Mum," she began, "what a deep voice you have."

"Your dear Grand-Mum has a bit of a cold."

She drew closer and I tried to cower into the blankets.

"I lost my glasses Grand-Mum. May I come closer to give you a hug?"

I didn't say a word, hoping she would just drop off the basket and leave. She, of course, wasn't smart enough to know when things were wrong. So she drew closer and closer.

"Grand-Mum," she said, "What large ears you have?"

"The better to hear you with, my dear," I answered. Was she that dumb that she couldn't see the points on my ears?

The girl reached out and ran a hand over his brow and down his cheek. She didn't flinch and just pursed her lips. She had a puzzled expression.

Her eyes pinched together as she thought a moment. "Grand-Mum! What big eyes you have!"

I groaned inwardly. She had to have been dropped on her head as a very young child. She didn't even seem to realize that he had hair all over his face. "Grand-Mum is getting old, the better to see you with, my dear."

She rocked back on her heels and then reach forward. The girl pulled back his lip, exposing blood-drenched teeth. She poked at them and frowned, putting a hand on her chin. She seemed so deep in thought, but I couldn't imagine what could even be going through her rock-like brain.

"Grand-Mum," she began. Then she poked a finger against one of the sharper fangs. "Ouch. I'm bleeding now. What big teeth you have!"

I smelled the blood and that was it. I couldn't help it.

I leapt out of the bed, crashed her poor little body to the floor, and let drool drip on her face. "The better to EAT you with, you little twit! Can't you tell that I'm a wolf?? I'm going to chomp you to bits!"

Ok, this is the point where you might think this little girl had made a huge mistake. Well, now that I'm resting in a local hosptial ward, tied to a bed in the Emotionally Unstable Ward, I can recall vividly that I had been duped. Here's what happened as I was ready to eat the little girl.

The doorway darkened as a figure walked in. He was imposing beyond belief and was carrying an axe. His smile was just plain vicious.

"You will NOT be feasting this day, Wolf!" The axe took off my tail and one of my paws. I jumped back and felt the blade bite into my muzzle. I couldn't even howl through the pain.

Now that I'm in this ward and drinking through an IV hose, I recall the last words that I heard before the black void engulfed me.

"Well, Wolf, I knew you were here. I knew you killed my Grand-Mum. I knew who could kill you." She had such an insolent voice. Little Twit.

"I did not kill, only ate," I wheezed, tasting my own blood pouring from gaping wounds.

After they had done the autopsy and all of the research and investigation, I was cleared of the charges for Murder. Unfortunately, I have ever-after been stuck inside this room, out of my head with little hope of becoming better. These fleeting moments are rare, so I took the time to tell the True story of my plight.

Thanks Mother. Thanks Little Red Riding Hood. You both suck.