So I've heard about the Fable series but never really got into it; and after watching the walkthroughs of The Wolf Among Us on YouTube and then buying the game, I just fell in love with the series (particularly with Bigby Wolf).

I recreated my version of Red Riding Hood because she had no interaction with Bigby and didn't even realized that he was the Big Bad Wolf; so now my version, she and Bigby have sort of an awkward relationship and she's a budding love interest. I honestly don't understand the attraction between him and Snow White but I haven't read the comics so I don't know.

I'm going to do my best to keep the story in canon with the game and the comic series. Most of the dialogue will be based on the choices I made in the game but I will make some changes.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fables and Bigby Wolf – they rightfully belong to Bill Willingham – and I do not own 'The Wolf Among Us' game – that belongs to Telltale Games. I only own my version of Red Riding Hood (and other OC characters) and the image cover.

Reviews and constructive criticisms are welcomed, flames are not, so enjoy the prologue and happy Cinco de Mayo!

It was a bright and peaceful day in the Black Forest, the birds were chirping and woodland creatures were chattering and happily scattering, completely unaware of the danger yet to come…

His golden eyes scanned the sappy scene until they landed on a singing figure: an auburn-haired girl of twelve wearing a simple light blue dress, a red-hooded cloak, and carrying a basket.

She was his chosen prey; the girl called Little Red Riding Hood…

He didn't know her real name for the villagers always called her 'Red' because of the red-hooded cloak she regularly wore, but that didn't matter to him. He was looking to hunt down humans and this girl's virginal and innocent scent was intoxicating to his senses which made her perfect for his first prey.

He couldn't wait to taste her untainted flesh…

He had stalked her for a few days and knew that she took this path to her grandmother's cottage, which was very deep in the Black Forest and several miles away from the village. It was the perfect place to corner her: she wouldn't be able to escape and couldn't fight him off, and nobody would be able to hear her screams…

He emerged from the bushes once she got closer and then her singing ceased,

"Good day Miss Red Riding Hood," he said charmingly as he stood in front of her path.

"Good day Mr. Wolf." She replied pleasantly to him. He was quite an imposing wolf for he had fur that was black as the night, golden predatory eyes, and was a good foot taller than her. He knew that humans would be wary of him because of his appearance, but this girl's naiveté allowed her to not fear him.

He couldn't help finding Red Riding Hood's kindness 'delicious' and if he didn't plan on eating her, he would've enjoyed her company.

"Where are you off to so early, Miss Red Riding Hood?" He knew where she was going but asked to avoid suspicion.

"To my grandmother's," she answered, "she hasn't been feeling very well so I'm bringing her beef stew and cake that I made and some wine." She lifted the basket's lid and cloth to show him the contents,

"Her cottage is about a half an hour away from the village and stands under three large oak trees and some nut-trees. You must know it right, Mr. Wolf?" She asked honestly.

"Aren't you a sweet one," he chuckled, "I should walk along side you, you never know who's lurking in these woods." He circled the girl in a predatory way and she curiously watched him with her large green eyes…

And then the scene changed to a bloodied bedroom: He was devouring Red Riding Hood's flesh on her grandmother's bed and her severed head watched him with blood-stained tears…

Bigby was instantly awakened from his slumber, his body drenched in sweat, his heart racing, and panted heavily as if he was running a marathon.

"Shit…" He cursed as he ran his large, callous hand over his face and five o'clock shadow, by now his breathing was calmer. His brown eyes, still weary of sleep, squinted at the sun's morning brightness.

Just fucking great… He mentally groaned as he peeled himself off of his chair. After stretching the kinks out of his body, he made his way to the kitchen sink. Once he rinsed his face, he glanced at the clock on the wall and realized that it was around seven in the morning; he went to sleep after three and barely got four hours of sleep.

Nightmares were nothing new to him. Most of them were from the old days but they would come and go. Dreams of Red Riding hood were no exception except that in the last few nights, the way it ended on a very bloody and gruesome note and each ending was worse than the last.

And the image of her decapitated head really shook him up…

When he came back to the living room, he glanced at Red's portrait that hung above his chair. She was smiling sweetly in her light blue dress and traditional red-hooded cloak. He always found her smile comforting and was drawn to it.

"Never did apologize to you huh Red?" Bigby mumbled sadly as he scratched his cheek.

Maybe that's why he was having these nightmares because he's been carrying this guilt for centuries and has never said those two words to her. If he could, he would turn back the clock and stop himself from preying on her, but he can't undo what's been done.

What he can do was try to keep her safe. This might be a cheap-shot of redemption but he really did care about her. He knew she's been falling on hard times lately, but she's never complained. She's always been a proud person but he can see the toll it's taking on her and he wished that she would—

Well fuck it, He scoffed, he didn't need to be brooding over this so early in the morning. He put on a 'clean' shirt and 'fixed' his tie as he left his apartment. He had a shitload of paper work to do and while he wasn't looking forward to it, it would keep his mind off of Red Riding Hood.

When he entered the Business Office, he was greeted by a scent of lilacs and a winter breeze, and a beautiful face that instantly washed his worries away.

"Good morning, Bigby." Snow White greeted pleasantly at him. She was dressed a light blue blouse with snowflake patterns, a khaki blazer, a blue pencil skirt, and blue high-heels. She also wore white circular-jeweled earrings, had on some lip-gloss over her 'red as blood' lips, and her raven black hair was pulled into a chignon. She was always so elegant and professionally dressed whereas he was always so gruff and not so professionally dressed. He had to admit (and really appreciate) that Snow can pull off looking so lovely this early in the morning.

Bigby never knew why he was attracted Snow but he knew that her scent reminded him of his… He pushed the thought back down.

"Morning, Snow." He replied back and welcomed this godsend of a distraction. Despite the shit he would get when dealing with Deputy Mayor Crane and the higher ups, Snow was probably the one perk of being the Sheriff.

And that was good enough for him.