A Twist to a Tale

What a beautiful night for Red Riding Hood to get lost in watching the stars. Years have passed she has grown into a beautiful woman, admirers seek her attention yet she refuses to accept any offers. Soon she will turn to her twenty-fifth year and her suitors will have long moved on.

She sits at the dark cathedral's feet, drinks poisonous wine and feels the grass bent underneath her bared legs and arms. Her pose isn't very innocent. She looks up at the spires, not sure whether to cry or scream in anger. Inside her breast she knows a hole spreads where her core should be. He ripped it out of there on purpose. "You are mine!" he claimed, but why, she muses, has he left the woods so many years ago? Will he ever return to my side, has he gone to new places, does he search for new attires? What could a "wolf" long for outside of his hunting grounds? Was my sight not feeding his appetite any longer?

The small figure sits unmoving awaits the midnight hour to call for ghosts of her past to join in this bitter-sweet reverie, but even god isn't in the mood to cater to her weakness. "Let her suffer, not knowing what will happen." Thunder appears on the distant horizon, flashes break the dark and sweltering eve, an ethereal laughter. In studied silence something creeps through the brush, the trees are looming over the village; nobody is there, no one aware!

A devious smile floats through the dark at the sight of the lone woman in front of his leering eyes. Arms cross, stretch over muscles and feral odors ride the breeze. He turned himself into his righteous form for her. The hunt is on though she is not yet aware. He shows his teeth rounded by blood-red healthy lips to the faint full moon. Ah it has been a long time he missed her though he will never let her know, not yet. His voice sings inside, creating his very own magic suspense. And white ghostly light shines on his black tailored suit as he steps out onto the clearing, smart and sharply dressed – not a sound can be heard as he watches with satisfaction. It was time again to evolve for both their sake's, did she use the years to listen deep into herself, too? He will check on that, have no doubt and punish if he finds himself displeased. His bag stands ready, metal chains gleam under the stars and the cane sticks out just so. Let her see what awaits, there is a glint in his eye - Red Riding Hood feels a tickle on her skin that is how strong their bond is, like it or not. She feels like falling, love and lust are so close.

A bottle drops to the withered ground, hear! she raises her voice teasing him with the utmost sweetness of a snake. "Finally! I have been waiting for you, see, you took so long I drank your wine and caught myself in a trap for you. I could not help but wonder all these seasons past how I find myself alone, yet tonight I find your hint right in my own skin. Where in all the worlds have you been?" She turns not, there is no need, relieve and mischief merely put her face lined with time into a mask of scintillating emotions.

His big fingers find her well rounded body, he moves dazzling fast, she lets herself sink into his firm grip; they both sigh and smile. They belong together a simple touch revokes their feeling of being whole again."I am back, kneel!" he orders. Peace rushes over her as she obeys, the endless hours of separation vanish into smoke. She has been waiting for this for a long time, stifling her emotions and needs. He watches the world around them spread into fires he wants all of her, now, as much as she wants to give herself to him. Blood pounding he growls deeply and finally drags her gently away.

The night has just begun..