Author's Note: I was inspired to write this story while taking a "Fairy Tales and Their Adaptations" course in college. There will be some elements that are meant to resonate with all the "original" stories of Red Riding Hood, but the rest of it has been inspired by the dynamics from Twilight and my own imagination.

I hope to write a story that is dark and deeply emotional. There will be nudity and violence. Jacob is much more brooding and intense in this story and Bella starts off as very sheltered and naive, but with a penchant for the "other" and mysterious.

Let the story begin...

"Children, especially pretty, nicely brought-up young ladies, ought never to talk to strangers; if they are foolish enough to do so, they should not be surprised if some greedy wolf consumes them, elegant red riding hoods and all."

- "Little Red Riding Hood" by Charles Perrault

Bella's POV

It had been a few days since Bella had moved to Forks. Her mother had recently remarried and thus had sent Bella to live with her father.

Their home was nestled at the edge of the woods and since arriving Bella had often heard wolves howling. Tonight, however, was oddly quiet. She sat at her window, waiting for their serenade. Perhaps they had frightened her when she first got here, but now the sound was comforting. Familiar.

She sometimes imagined what it was like to be a wolf. Would she, too, be able to run free? Would she know the pleasures of hunting? Of devouring her prey so that its life would sustain her own? These were the thoughts that often kept her company and with them Bella never felt lonely. Inside her room Bella could pretend that everything was fine. She was loved rather than thought of as a burden.

The breeze ruffled the dark brown strands of her hair as she gazed at the trees across from where she sat. Their gnarled branches created faint shadows on the ground as the moon shone brightly in the sky. Bella was lost in thought when a slight movement caught her eye. She peered closer into the woods. Her attention was riveted near the base of a large tree as a spark of unease bloomed in her chest. She had the feeling that something there was watching her.

Her fears were realized when a figure emerged from the darkness.

She could vaguely see the outline of a person, but the nearest home was half a mile away. She knew that Charlie hardly had any visitors. Why would someone be walking nearby at night?

Bella's eyes widened as she saw it was a man.

And he was utterly nude.

Shock froze her limbs as he continued to come closer. He moved with sublime power and grace. In all her seventeen years alive, never had Bella seen a naked male before and curiosity compelled her to indulge in the sight. Her eyes traveled across his body, beginning at his broad shoulders, down the ridges of his stomach, to where it lingered upon his thick organ. It hung there heavy, proud. She swallowed against the sudden dryness of her throat.

Realizing that he had been watching her perusal, Bella quickly slammed her window shut, trying to get the hatch to lock. It was rusty and refused to budge, yet Bella continued to push to no avail. Suddenly a hand landed on the window and she yelped.

The man stood before her on the other side of the glass. Her thoughts were frantic now as their gazes met and locked. His eyes were dark and devastatingly hungry. They held her captive, unable to move, unable to even utter a sound. Her heart began to race as he slowly slid her window up.

Bella turned around to flee. Charlie was sleeping just down the hall and she knew he kept a shotgun near his bed. As Bella reached for her door, a weight crashed into her from behind, shoving her onto her mattress.

The blankets against her mouth muffled her cries as she frantically thrashed, trying to shove the man off her. He turned her around, covering her mouth with his hand. Her eyes burned with the tears of her panic. His body was large and entirely too warm, but with his legs straddling her, Bella couldn't move. She felt the weight of him settle against her most intimately and, in her fear, Bella continued to struggle wildly.

"St-stop!" he groaned out, clenching his eyes shut. His breath was coming out in harsh pants and Bella froze, finally realizing the affects of her movements.

For a moment the two of them were still. Her heart was thumping in her chest as Bella locked eyes with her attacker. Seeing that she was no longer struggling, he slowly moved his hand from her mouth, using it to brush back the hair from her face. Bella abruptly turned her head away, tears streaming down her face.

"Bella, it's me," he whispered, touching her forehead with his. "Damn it, you have no idea how much I've missed you."

Bella's eyes widened as she felt him place soft kisses along her temple, down her cheeks, and around her jaw. Her chest was heaving with the effort it took to refrain from screaming. She didn't believe this tender act for a second, nor did she recognize the man on top of her.

"Who are you?" Bella gasped out, managing to speak past the lump in her throat.

The man stopped his ministrations as shock and disbelief colored his face. He scrutinized her expression with furrowed eyebrows as though he couldn't believe what she was asking.

"You don't remember me?" he whispered. The words came out slowly, almost hesitantly, and Bella had to strain her ears just to hear him.

"I have no idea who you are."

Irritation and fury suddenly coursing through her veins, she placed her hands against his chest and shoved with all her might.

"Get off me!"

Bella continued to pound on his chest, unimaginably frustrated that she couldn't get him to move. It was only when he lifted himself from her that Bella could scurry out from his grasp. She gathered the nearest pillow to her and hugged it tightly to her chest. Silence descended upon the room, only broken on occasion by Bella's strangled sobs.

"But I haven't forgotten about you," he murmured.

The man reached for her hand and Bella flinched back. Remorse etched its way onto his face as the weight of the situation began to sink in. He reached for a blanket to cover his nudity.

"It's Jacob," he ground out. He shook his head, disbelievingly, as a scoff escapd from his mouth. "I can't believe you don't remember me."

His name sounded vaguely familiar, but the person in front of her was entirely unrecognizable. The Jacob she knew had been just a boy, utterly sweet, yet lanky and awkward. Bella couldn't fathom him being the man in front of her.

Not even if they had been apart for several years.

"Forget it," he said bitterly. "I shouldn't have come here."

He shoved the blanket away and stood up, exposing his muscular backside. Bella couldn't help the blush that adorned her cheeks as she quickly reached out to grab his arm.

"Jacob!" she sputtered. Bella couldn't believe she was doing this, but the sincerity in his eyes urged her to hear him out. "Is that really you?"

There was a flash of relief in his eyes before he scooped her up in a hug. Bella squealed as she was lifted from her bed. In his arms, their height difference was glaringly apparent. Her feet dangled several inches off the ground as she tried to squirm her way out of his hold.

Once again that proved to be a mistake.

He elicited a hoarse moan as one of his hands trailed to her bottom, pushing her tighter into his groin. Bella gasped as she felt him thrust against her. His enthusiasm made her lightheaded and breathless. Soon they tumbled carelessly to the bed.

Bella was once again trapped beneath his body. His frenzied pace slowed as his breathing leveled out. His eyes, however, continued to be smothering as they gazed upon her with adoration. Without warning, Jacob leaned closer and buried his nose in her hair. He took several deep breaths before trailing his lips down, pausing to whisper into her ear.

"Mine…"

He grabbed one of her hands and placed it tenderly to his chest. Bella felt the heavy thumping of his heart.

"Yours," he whispered adoringly.

Bella snatched her hand back, causing him to growl. The sudden noise caused her insides to freeze. Jacob began to tremble uncontrollably and Bella sank further into the mattress in fear. His lips were pulled back into a snarl and that was when she noticed his teeth.

They were sharp.

Deadly.

She fainted straight away.

Author's Note: Let me know what you think of this Jacob. I intend to alternate between Jacob's POV as well as Bella's POV.

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