A/N: I'm so sorry for the long update. I've been busy with school and stuff. It's a very important year for me at the moment. Anyway here's the next chapter
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Weeks have passed since I received that threat note and surprisingly I'm getting more threat notes from the Wolf. The second note, I found was once again on the stomp, saying:
"You will be mine."
Another one was found near my door one morning.
"I'm closer than you think."
That one really got me on guard 24/7 that I could barely sleep. The wolf was defiantly playing with me. I know it's him now because during a clean-up of my mother's thing and I found the same note that she first got from the wolf after he killed my father. The hand writing was the same. I didn't tell Grandma about the notes. It would only worry her. Now the notes lay in a box on top of my cupboard out of my sight. But the words have marked themselves in my mind. I can never get them out of my head. Sometimes I thought I could hear his voice saying those words to me.
However I tried to get along without think about the notes. Try to distract myself with everyday chores.
"Red, mind fetching some water from the well, please?" Grandma asked.
"Sure thing." Grabbing a bucket and heading over to the well in the middle of our village. When I reached the well, I bumped into someone unexpected.
"Good to see you again, Red."
"Dimitri?" He chuckles for a bit before focusing on my bucket.
"I could fill that up for you, if you like." He offers. For some reason, I feel unsettled around him. But not wanting to keep him waiting, I handed him my bucket.
"Thanks." I said, dully. I don't want to get to close with this guy. He sly smiles, puts the bucket onto the hook before descending it down.
"So, what are you doing here?" I asked.
He pointed to a full bucket, "Filling up my bucket, what else?"
"No as in why are you in the village? You don't live here. Are you new?" I added that last part on to make it sound like I'm not rude.
"I'm visiting a brother."
"Brother?" I was what surprised to that answer.
"He lives outside the village. I'm just collecting some water for him."
"Older or younger?"
"Younger." He answered. That's sweet of him. Perhaps he is a good guy. Before I realized, Dimitri was holding out my bucket towards me. I grabbed the bottom before grabbing the handle. But then I noticed that we were touching each other. Lucky he moved his hand instead of me.
"Well, thank you again." I started to head off when he followed me.
"How about I walk with you?" he suggested, "I need to walk this way anyway." Man, I can't argue with that.
"Fine." I blurted out.
"You're not being nice. Why can't you accept that I'm a nice guy?" he asked. I stopped and turned to him.
"Because the last time I accept a stranger to be a nice guy turned to be the bad guy." He was about to say something before shutting his mouth. I started walking again and so did he.
"Tell me, what were your thoughts on the Wolf when you first met him?" He asked. That was a question out the blue but then no one has really asked me that question. I took my time to remember the time we first met.
I remember that sunny day, just walking on the path, humming a little song that I know. At the same time listening to the animals around me until they stop and when they stopped, I stopped. Everything we silence, I was afraid.
"Where did everyone go?" I asked out loud to myself. "Am I alone?"
"You are not alone, little one." A deep, calming voice spoke from the bushes.
"Who's there?" I remember seeing those crimson eyes glowing in the dark before the Big Bad Wolf, revealed himself. He lay himself down onto the path, so his head was my height. "Who are you? What's your name?"
"They call me the Wolf." He answered warmly, "What's your name?"
"My name is Rowena but people call me Red." I replied to him with a big smile on my face.
"And what is a young girl like yourself doing out here on your own? Shouldn't it be dangerous for you, Red?" he grins, showing me those big white canine teeth.
I shook my head, "I'm not alone. I'm with you now. But my Grandma is sick and so I'm bringing her some goodies." I held up the basket in front of him to show. "She lives at the other side of the forest, along this path."
"Those do smell good." He said, "Do you like flowers?"
"I love flowers!"
"Wouldn't it be great if you had some for your Grandma?" he encourages me more.
"Yes!" then I frowned, "But I don't know if there are any on this path."
"Don't worry." His head pointed off the path. "If you head straight that way, you'll find a field with loads of flowers. There are plenty there. Why not go and pick some?"
My face brightens up with happiness, "Thank you, Mr Wolf!" He stood up and nudges me on the cheek.
"You're welcome." I giggle to his touch before I ran off the path and to the fields.
"Red! Red!" I heard Dimitri's voice calling to me.
"What?"
"Are you alright? You were spacing out a bit?" he asked. I shook my head a little.
"I was thinking about that time we, the wolf and I first met." I said, "I was really careless to have forgotten what my mother said and to believe that monster. But he sounded every so nice. But then again, I was really young. I was at an age where I didn't believe that there were bad people."
"I can see that." He said, "But you shouldn't blame yourself. You were really young and you didn't know." I sort of smiled to his support. I stopped right outside our house.
"Well, this is my stop." I said, stepping onto the porch. I turned to Dimitri who stood there watching me.
"See you around, Red." He finally said before heading off to the village gates. That was...odd. It was as if he wanted to know where I was. Unless...
"Red, is that you?" I heard my grandma calling from inside. I shook off the feeling and head inside.
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