I'm back! And by popular(?)demand I have been working my butt off to give you this, the sequel to When Red Meets Wolf, entitled: Blue Red, Chained Wolf!(that much is obvious from the title and the summary…which may be the only reason you're even reading this.)
Anyway! Have I delayed? I think so. The entire summer just left and I didn't post, not because of writers block, I just wanted to get a good thing going, you know? And I needed to give some attention to my other story, which is almost done btw, and I thought: hey, since I started this one when WRMW was almost finishing, I'll do vice versa now, worked so well last time…GAWD no it did NOT, juggling two stories at once is murder and my advice is never to do so unless absolutely necessary. But there's no way about it now. I wanted to get this out before people thought I pushed it aside. Which will NEVER happen, because, truth be told, Red and Wolf are my beloved children. No joke, I've never felt more connected to any characters I've created in my life.
Oh gosh, this is getting long, wrap up, wrap up! Anywho, if you've been checking on my profile page you would've seen the updates I've been doing for this, thus proving that I wasn't being lazy with this new story. I will say it now, I've taken Red and her dear, dear, Wolf to a whole different field in this latest installment, which, believe me, has caused drastic road bumps and crazy waves to my delicate way of life. I hope you enjoy reading it as I have writing it so far. And trust me, I have been having extreme headaches, which in an artistic level means love to me. At least I hope to pike your interest.
What else can I say? Oh, oh! How about a spiffy introduction? Ahem-hem, Now Introducing…Blue Red, Chained Wolf, packed with: New Characters…! Longer Chapters(I think?)…! And if nothing else, more of everyone's favorite fairytale couple!(and you know I'm not talkin about Cinderella and Prince Charming, loves.)
So without further ado, on with the story!
Once upon a time,
There was a little girl who loved to wear a red hood that her grandmother made for her, in fact she wore it all the time. She wore it so often that people began to call her Little Red Riding Hood. Remarkably, even though the name was ridiculously long, it stuck.
Now, Little Red Riding Hood loved her grandmother very much, she loved her so much that she would do anything for her. Even bleed.
One day, Little Red Riding Hood's mother called to her and told her that her grandmother was feeling ill, and that it would make her grandmother feel so much better if she would come by and deliver a basket of goodies and sweets. Medication is so overrated…
Little Red Riding Hood immediately said yes, and as she was just about to set off to her grandmother's, her mother said,
"Now, darling Little Red Riding Hood, remember: do not stray from the path, and do not talk to any strangers while on your way to your grandmothers."
"Okay, Mother, I promise," said Little Red Riding Hood.
So the young, and extremely naïve, Little Red Riding Hood set off to her grandmothers. At first, she listened to her mother and paid attention to the path, but over time her mind started to wander off and she looked at the pretty flowers of the woods. Because that's what little girls do.
Unbeknownst to her, there was a big, bad, terrible wolf wandering the woods, and when he saw Little Red Riding Hood he thought to himself, oh, what a fine "meal" I have here…
"Hello there, child," said the horrible wolf, in the sweetest voice he could muster, "I haven't seen you before, what you're name?"
"Hello, wolf," said Little Red Riding Hood, completely breaking all the rules her mother set her, "My name is Little Red Riding Hood."
"And where are you going this time of day, Little Red Riding Hood?"
"I'm going to my grandmothers, she's very ill and so I'm delivering sweets and goodies to her!"
"Really? Then how about we have a race, you take this path, and I'll go the other," said the devious wolf before running off.
The wolf had taken the shorter path, while Little Red Riding Hood, with her short attention span, took the longer one.
The mean wolf made it before Little Red Riding Hood, and in the softest voice he could muster he said, "grandmother, it's me, Little Red Riding Hood, would you let me in?"
Her poor granny, being so deaf in the ears, couldn't tell the difference between her sweet granddaughter and the completely foul wolf, so she said, "Yes dear come in, I'm to sick to get up, but just open the door."
The wolf came in, and the grandmother, who had lied about being sick to get out off having to go to a sewing circle(of all things), ran off and quite possibly went to just hang out with her friends in the freakin city, not once thinking about her poor granddaughter!
Meanwhile, Little Red Riding Hood finally made it, she knocked on the door, "Grandmother, it's me, Little Red Riding Hood, would you let me in?"
"Er…yes dear, come in," apparently, being deaf ran in the family, because Little Red Riding Hood could not make out the difference between a lying wolf and her own grandmother!
Little Red Riding Hood came in, and found her grandmother in her bed, or what she thought was her grandmother. The wolf was dressed in her grandmothers clothing. That's right kids, the wolf put on her granny's dress. Right down to Betty Bop stockings. Why? Because he wanted to, because that's just how weird and creepy this guy is. He's a creep.
"Grandma, what big ears you have," said Little Red Riding Hood, as she got closer to the bed.
"The better to hear you with, my dear," said the wolf, eyeing her as she took every step.
"Grandmother, what big hands you have!"
"The better to hold you with, my dear," he held out his hands for a "hug".
Little Red Riding Hood, not knowing any better and apparently to freakin blind to see that he was a freakin wolf and not her granny, went into his arms, "And Grandmother, what big eyes you have!"
"The better to see you with me dear…"
Little Red Riding Hood wondered how her grandmother's eyes had changed from dark brown to blue over the course of a few days, and was just about to point that out until she found out something else that was strange about grandma.
"Granny," said Little Red Riding Hood, "what a big mouth you have!"
At this the wolf grinned malevolently and said, "All the better to eat you with, Little Red Riding Hood…"
"Wait-what?"
The wolf pinned poor Little Red Riding Hood down into the bed, she tried to struggle, but the horrible, perverted, and obviously a sex offender, wolf was to strong for her.
Thankfully though, a woodsman burst down the door(a door he paid for later)and threw the evil and mean wolf away. The woodsman chopped the wolf up into a million wolf pieces for being a pervert, a jerk, a mean and horrible tease, and for being a liar, and a cheater, and down right the worst person you could ever meet, he was such a jerk that in fact Little Red Riding Hood was glad he was getting killed and did nothing to stopped the woodsman's axe, because the wolf was a big, fat, egotistical, mean, awful, king of all jerks and she never wanted to see him ever again. EVER.
And they all lived happily ever after, the end.
000
"And you wrote this…for your English class?" Wolf was apparently done with reading my old essay(which he stole.)
"Yea…" I told him not to read it, he shouldn't be going into my pockets in the first place, the big perv…
Because I'm to much of a weak little girl to stop him-I shushed my inner thoughts. He's a practiced pervert that can't keep his hands to himself, that's my story and I'm sticking with it.
"I die in the end…"
"Technically, you were murdered," I paused thoughtfully, "then again, seeing that you were a real wolf…you were slaughtered."
"Slaughtered."
I nodded.
"…Why?"
"I was mad at you that day."
"Ah."
Wolf was sitting on his Harley, you wouldn't expect to see a Harley Davidson motorcycle in the middle of the woods, but lo and behold, here it was. But that's just Wolf, he does pretty much everything you don't expect him to. This gets irritating if you've known him as long as I have.
After folding the paper back up, he handed it to me, one of his irritating grins on his face, "Not exactly accurate, Red."
"It wasn't supposed to be," I said, a little more than annoyed at him for taking it in the first place, "I was venting out my frustration."
"Why were you so angry at me again?"
"Don't act like you don't remember!"
"Um…"
"Wolf!"
"You're mad at me at one point or another, Red," he said casually, "can't expect me to remember every single reason."
"I am not!" I stomped my foot in a very angry manner.
"And there you go being mad at me again," he pulled me towards him, a smirk on his face "Next you're gonna call me a jerk…"
I scrawled at him, there he was with his condescending smirk, expecting me to prove him right. As if! Who does he think he is? What, does he think he's the only one who can be unpredictable, I can be spontaneous if I want, but no, Wolf thinks he's got me all figured out, yeah right! I mean he's so damn irritating all the time! Was he born with that smirk or something? I swear to god he is such a…such a…
"…jerk," I grumbled before looking away. jerk, jerk, jerk, jerk, jerk!
He pulled me onto his lap, I continued to look away, and not because of annoying blush that I can never stop from forming,(stupid facial skin tone with a mind of it's own…)but because this was obviously just one of his tricks to get me to forgive him. Well, not this time, oh no, there was no way that I was gonna forgive him this time, nope, not today, I'm not-
"I've told you you're cute when your mad at me, right Red?"
"You're mean!" yeah, Red, that sounded so convincing…
"And you, little lady," he stood me up, "owe me a ride."
Damn me for not paying attention to my geography lesson, and damn him for being a pro cheat, cheater! I mean, how the hell was I to guess that he actually knew where Africa was? Didn't he ride around in this hell-spawn Harley for a good portion of his life? How the hell does he know where Africa is!
"I learned that when I was six," I heard him say as I got behind him, an amused tone evident.
"Stop doing that!" I shouted, "It's like you're in my head or something!"
"You know, most girls would be flattered."
"Well, excuse me for not being like most girls…"
I silently grumbled in my head.
"No…"
"No what?"
"You're not like most girls I use to know."
"Wolf!"
He laughed as we finally rode off.
I spent a good twelve minutes calling him a jerk and other things along those lines in my head until my mind slipped from holding a grudge to enjoying the ride.
Even if we never had a set destination, he's made it his personal job to talk me into sitting with him in the back of his Harley, it was like he just did it for the fun of it. And truth be told, I liked it just as much as he apparently did. As a professional biker, he rode like the motorcycle was part of him. The speed and velocity, how at every turn we tilt so closely to the ground that it looks like we might crash, only to be back upright in one swift movement.
I felt as comfortable riding with him as I do walking. I'd never openly say that of course, usually I'd decline his offers for a ride in favor of using my two legs. Which today led to that 'Where's Africa?' bet.
Wolf says I play hard to get, I say real ladies offer up a nice challenge.
Still, he can't say it hasn't been at least a bit easier to win me over. After all the drama that happened a little while ago, we both have opened the door to each other a great amount. Jesus, he just wants me to serve myself over to him on a silver platter. Tempting, but no.
I laughed.
Wolf turned his head ever so slightly, a grin on his face, "What's so funny?"
"I thought you could read my mind," I challenged.
"Well, I could try," he winked, "but you might hurt me if I guess wrong, so I'll pass."
I laughed again and shook my head, tightening my grip on him, enjoying the ride.
Out of all of the things a person can enjoy when riding on a motorcycle, I think it's the closeness I get when riding with Wolf that I like the best.
Yes, it's definitely the closeness that I like best.
And we're off! The first chapter of a whole new adventure for Red and Wolf! Join me on this journey, and if you leave on the way than thank you anyway. I'm so excited, let's get this show on the road!
Read and Review.(ah, the first of many I will be beckoning at the end of these chapters.)
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H. Love!