Kiss the Weeping Flower (Lesbian story)

Prologue

"Once Upon a Time."

 Brigid's mother spoke softly with Brigid tucked into the crook of her arm. she began to read Brigid a bed time story. "there was a little girl who lived in a village near a forest..."

Brigid nudged her mothers arm and yawned contentedly, hugging her mothers arm as she read.

Brigid loved little Red riding hood. she insisted they read it every night before bed. Brigid's mother never understood it. The girl didn't save her self and the wolf ate the grand mother and is killed in the end. She didn't want Brigid to grow up believing that the wolf is always the villain.

"When Little Red Riding Hood noticed some lovely flowers in the woods, she forgot her promise to her mother, to not speak to strangers. She picked a few, watched the butterflies flit about for awhile, listened to the frogs croaking and then picked a few more. "

Brigid's mother took a deep breath and prepared her self for the next part.

"Little Red Riding Hood was enjoying the warm summer day so much, that she didn't notice a dark shadow approaching out of the forest behind her Suddenly, the wolf appeared beside her.

"What are you doing out here, little girl?" the wolf asked in a voice as friendly as he could muster......."

"it's the Wolf Mama!" she whispered, her eyes twinkling against the light coming in from the window.

She looked down at Brigid to see her wiggling with excitement and tried to smile, continuing to read.

." The wolf, a little out of breath from running, arrived at Grandma's and knocked lightly at the door."Oh thank goodness dear! Come in, come in! I was worried sick that something had happened to you in the forest," said Grandma thinking that the knock was her granddaughter.

The wolf let himself in. Poor Granny did not have time to say another word, before the wolf gobbled her up!"

The moon was full, and Brigid's mom started to feel the familiar itch underneath her skin. It was almost time for her to leave.

Brigid looked up at her expectantly. She continued to read for awhile witch concern as Brigid began to wiggle more and more.

"But Grandmother!" her mom read hesitantly.

"What big teeth you have," said Little Red Riding Hood her voice quivering slightly.

"The better to eat you with, my dear," roared the wolf and he leapt out of the bed and began to chase the little girl."

Brigid screeched and leapt from her mother's arms Jumping up and Down on the bed.

"Brigid!! Its okay!!" She reached for Brigid and pulled her into her lap.

"shhhh." She thought Brigid was crying until she heard her daughters little giggle and felt her belly move up and down under her arm.

"I'm okay Mama!!" she giggled again "I'm excited"

"why, honey?" she furrowed her brows, heat growing in her stomache.

"The girl is going to save grandma and kill the wolf!" Brigid smiled and Gnashed her teeth.

Oh no.

"why do you want that to happen?" she sighed trying to keep her breath calm.

"The wolf is mean. He ate the Grandma, Mama." Brigid says looking up at her mom, twisting her tiny hands into her mom's hair. "He's like the wolf in the three little pigs. They're bad guys."

Brigid's mother's eyes grew with concern. She couldn't let her daughter be afraid of her own kind. But it wasn't the right time to tell her what she was yet. Her mother wasn't even sure if she could change like her. there wasn't anyway she could know for sure if Brigid was like her or her father, until Brigid was old enough to show signs.

"Its just pretend honey. not all wolves are bad. you know that right?"

"but they eat nice people." Brigid looks up at her mom, eyes foggy with fatigue and confusion.

Brigid's mom feels her the pain in her back begin and her teeth beginning to reshape. She squeezes her eyes shut and kisses Brigid's forehead. opening them she gets up and lays Brigid down in the bed, Tucking her in. She bends down to her knees and sets the book on the night stand beside the bed, still opened up to the illustrated page of the wolf, wide mouth and growling. She didn't notice.

" well" she looks Brigid in the eyes and smooths out her blanket "sweetie." Brigid looks at her, upset they hadn't finished the story and confused by her mothers sudden seriousness.

"sometimes the wolves in the stories are portBrigided as mean because people are scared. So they write stories that make the wolves seem like bad guys. That doesn't mean they are. But Sometimes the wolves are bad and the people are good, or the wolves are good and the people are just trying to hurt them. Its important that we figure out which one is right, little cub. Do you understand?"

Brigid nods, her eyes foggy with sleep. "I want to be a good" she stretches and yawns deeply. " a good wolf." She ends her statement with satisfied sleepy growl.

Brigid's mom smiles and tucks Brigid in a little more before standing up.

"that's my girl."

Her nails are pushing their way painfully through her cuticles, she can feel them pressing into the palms of her clenched fists, bloody and sharp. She quickly hides her hands in her pockets and moves towards the door.

"wait mama," Brigid turned to her side and sleeply watched her mom. Her hand resting under her cheek.

"if the wolf in the story is a good guy... why does he die in the end?"

Her mother takes in a shaky breath, she can feel herself changing and the pain setting in.

She can't think of what to say next, her head is swimming and jumping from place to place. Remembering everything that had happened for her to keep her daughter safe. Remembering, the way she had to fight her own husband just to keep THEM, from hurting her. If she grew up to be like her mother, They would never stop hunting her. If she grew up to be like her father, she would hunt her mothers kind. If she turned out like both, which was nearly Impossible..... Brigid was destined to die.

Brigid let out a snore that brought her mom out of her thoughts.

She looked at her daughter's eyelashes fluttering against her rosy cheeks, resting softly against her golden hair.

She knew she would do anything to keep Brigid safe from the people like her father. No one would get to her while she was around. Even if she had to be the big bad wolf to keep them away.

"sometimes, my little cub"

she starts to cry both from the pain of the change and the weight of Brigid's question.

"sometimes they just do."

A tear roles down her cheek as she closes the door and drops to her hands and knees.

she picks her self up and runs down the stairs and out the kitchen. Pushing through the pain to the woods behind her house.

She couldn't make a sound until she passed the clearing.

Brigid couldn't hear her. She couldn't know. Not yet. It was the only way to keep her safe.

She screams while her spine breaks and curves. Writhing in pain, the white fur pierces through shedding any trace of humanity she has left, until morning.

Her scream turns into a mournful howl as she hopes that Brigid will never have to learn the price of being the good wolf.