Little Red.

You looked behind you as you ran, tripping over a fallen tree branch. You whimpered as you sat up, checking your legs for any cuts.

Once you saw there were none, you grabbed your basket of food and started running again.

Though the forest was said to be dangerous at night, you didn't care about the dangers because your grandmother was deathly ill and she had no one to take care of her.

You had to get to her little cottage by walking through the forest and for some reason you decided to do that during the evening when the sun was starting to set which was a terrible idea.

You stopped in place, your legs burning, trying to catch your breath.

A growl made your freeze, slowly turning your head as you came face to face with the werewolf that was said to haunt the forest.

You began shaking as the creature bared it's teeth at you.

"P-please don't hurt m-me." you couldn't help but stutter out.

You quickly went through your basket and pulled out a sausage. Throwing it towards the creature, you hoped it leaved you alone.

The werewolf's head tilted, it titled it's head and walked to where the sausage landed. It went on all fours, sniffed the meat, and ate it.

You were still shaking as you watch the creature eat.

Gulping, you turn around and ran only to hear the creature howl. You turn around, stopping only to see the creature stop in its track and began stalking towards you.

You began move back, falling on your butt.

Closing your eyes tightly, you prayed to the Gods that the beast would disappear.

Soon, you felt its breath hitting your face, its breath short and quick and out of fear you started whispering prayers, tears forming in your eyes.

Then you felt fingers lightly touching your jawline.

Opening your eyes, you gasped.

A handsome man was staring at you.

"You smell wonderful." he breathed and you moved your head away from him.

You couldn't say anything.

All you could do was just stare at the stranger before you.

Silence was all that was between you two before the man broke by asking, "Where are you going at this time of night?"

"I-I'm going to my grandmothers house."

He hummed.

"Is she the old woman who lives in that cottage?"

You nodded.

The man chuckled.

"Oh. My sweet." he cooed, " I've already eaten her." he said and your eyes widen.

"Though, she did taste a bit sour." he grimaced, looking away for a bit.

He turned his attention back to you, taking in a deep breath, his eyes fluttering close before opening once more.

"I wonder if you taste as wonderful as you smell."