Predator or prey? Yand.little red x Yand. reader

    You were a hunter, a predator a being who could be limited to the very basic need for flesh and blood, to put it in layman’s terms you were a werewolf. Not the only werewolf by any means for your brother was one in fact he was the one you’d contracted the virus from. Unfortunately he’s dead, killed by a woodsman when he was hunting how sad for him. Now don’t jump to conclusions, you loved your brother very much, but since you’d been bitten your capacity for human emotions had become limited.

                You were in your favorite hunting spot the woods your brother used to haunt. Hey he wasn’t gonna use it. Unwary travelers often came through here, trying to take a shortcut, or on a dare. Some of them even had guns. Seriously?! They thought a simple gun was going to protect them. Well it might if it had silver bullets. Hm? No your brother wasn’t killed by bullets he’d been chopped in half.

                You saw a young girl with a red hood skipping down the path holding a basket. You smirked, what easy prey, you could almost taste her already, her soft tender child flesh the way her blood would feel as it trickled down your throat. You couldn’t stand the anticipation! You had to be careful though. It wasn’t a simple matter of rushing in and attacking, no that was for lesser werewolves. The ones who had trouble controlling themselves but you didn’t. You never had in fact your brother had expressed surprise when you told him you could stop yourself from biting the nearest chunk of meat when you were hungry. The exception of course was the night of the full moon; no werewolf could control themselves then.

                You stepped out of the wood carefully so as not to startle the dear thing. looking at her closely you could see she had chin length blonde had and the most vibrant pair of green eyes like the lush green of the forest itself, she wore a short white dress that went down to her knees, red and white striped stockings and red shoes. Her face was nothing short of cherubic.

                “Hello are you lost?” you said a prudent question considering she was a child alone in the woods… you shook yourself just because she was alone didn’t mean you could just eat her.

The girl blinked her wide green eyes at you, “no I’m going to my grandmother’s I’ve been in here lots of times.”

                “So you don’t need my help?”

                She shook her head slightly. “No I’m fine miss, but are you fine? After all I’m a stranger so you shouldn’t be talking to me.”

                You smirked at this comment. Here she was lecturing you no talking to strangers when she was talking to one herself! “You’re talking to a stranger too you know.” you replied.

                The young girl smiled. “Yes but i was replying to you miss and not asking people questions. Now if you will excuse me i will be on my way.”

                You couldn’t let her escape! Panicked you quickly calmed yourself. “You know it’s dangerous out here maybe i should stay with you.”

                The girl shook her head. “No I’m not supposed to go anywhere with a stranger.” she strode off and you growled low in your throat, why must she be so difficult? You guessed you’d have to go back to the old standby of stalking her until she was so deep into the woods no one would be around.

                You crouched getting in your hunting state, you were still human you were just letting the wolf have a bit more control, it knew how to hunt, how to stalk so swiftly and quietly that no one would hear. The wolf did not step on twigs, or leaves, the wolf was a perfect predator. the wolf crept behind her following her through the forest deeper, deeper. Soon she was so far into the woods you could not tell which direction you had come from. It was perfect. The girl stopped to rest on a log. Slowly stealthily you stalked towards her already eager for the taste of prey. You were going to sink your fangs into the soft flesh of her neck. you struck quickly ready for a taste of blood, the prey would not escape! Out of nowhere the girl whipped a knife out of her basket, grabbed the scruff of your neck, paralyzing you, and held the knife against your back.

                “Did you really think me some naive little girl? It amuses me the number of wolves i catch like this. its proof of your irredeemable nature, you’re all beasts just like the one who ate my grandmother.”

                Terrified you still had the presence of mind, to ask. “I thought you were going to see your grandmother?”

                You felt her hot breath on the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. “i am after the wolf ate her a woodsman came and chopped him in half. He ate me as well, but since he swallowed us whole, we were okay.”

                You felt the knife dig into your back, not quite penetrating. “Ever since then I’ve hunted your kind lost my naivety years ago. Perhaps you know of me. I’m referred to as ‘little red’.”

                Your eyes widened little red was the world’s best werewolf hunter. No one had a higher kill count than her! You were going to die. You felt tears trickled down your cheeks you were going to be killed by a hunter of only two years.

                “Don’t bother with the tears; i have no sympathy with your kind. it’s a shame though.”

                You felt her stroke your hair. “You’re quite pretty.”

                you felt the knife stab through your heart. “As proof of my words I’ll kill you quickly.”

                as your world went fuzzy you saw one last sight before you died. Her beautiful green eyes.