1. The Littlest Red Hood Part 1


    Date: 10/21/2014, Categories: Supernatural, Author: MadameMolly, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    “Don’t stop running!” the woman panted, dragging her son with her. The boy was scared and crying. He didn’t understand why his sister and father were not running with them. They ran for the hidden cave in the side of the mountain. “It’s a little further, son,” his mother said as she tried to reassure him. They made it to the river and she paused long enough to pick the small child up and leap over. She landed gracefully, set the child down and they continued to run. She finally saw the barely visible cave. The child slid in first, followed by his mother. Following the path that she had taken many times, she found the room that was often used as a hideaway when things went wrong. An hour had gone by and the woman started to relax. The child had cried himself to sleep a while ago; repeatedly asking for his father and sister. The mother started to cry now too. She would never see her daughter or husband again. The hunter had seen to that. With a mixture of grief and exhaustion, she fell asleep as well. “Wake up beast!” The woman jumped and grabbed for her son, but he was gone. “Where is my son?” the woman screamed. She stepped towards the red cloaked figured. “I wouldn’t if I were you,” a man standing in the entryway said. He was holding her son. “Why are you doing this?” she cried. The red cloaked figure closest to her slid the hood back, exposing her long red hair. The woman gasped, “No! What have we done to deserve this? Why have they sent you to kill us? We have lived ...
    peacefully in that village for years. We’ve never harmed anyone.” She was crying now because she knew all was lost. There would be no saving her son. “Because you’re a monster,” the red headed woman hissed , drawing her sword. “No, mommy!” the child screamed. “It’s okay baby. We are going to be okay,” she said, as she tried to soothe her child. She began to shift into her true form and growled at the woman, “No Little Red, you have it wrong. You’re the monster here.” She jumped at the hooded woman, but it was no use. With her silver sword already in hand, the woman stabbed the werewolf through the heart. The wolf howled as it fell to the floor, and with the next blow she took its head. The child started screaming; the screams turned into howls of pain. As she cleaned the blood off her sword she said, “Klaus, kill the child before he bites you.” Bishop Lucius was standing in front of the window in his study. His study was above the sanctuary of the oldest church in Sweet Creek village. It had been built by the first settlers three generations ago. “S-s-sir, th-they’re back and Cordelia is ri-right outside waiting to s-s-see you,” the Deacon said in his normally soft stuttering voice. “Well, bring her in John. I’m sure she is tired and would like to get clean and eat,” the Bishop said , walking towards the door to greet her. Deacon John scurried out the door and told Cordelia to go inside. The woman was obviously tired and in desperate need of a bath and her bed. She was still ...
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