Werewolf Red Hunter

A woman walked down a dirty path letting the gentle breeze blow against her white coat. She carried a red back pack to hold all of her supplies for her mission. A faded brown house came into her view of vision. She walked over to the house and knocked on the door. The sound of bustling feet was clearly heard as they came closer to the door. The bolt in the door made a click and opened up to reveal a young brunette in a green dress. She looked at the stranger from bottom to top. Trembling she asked, “Are you the werewolf hunter I called for?”

“That depends,” said the other woman. “Did you call for a werewolf hunter?”

The brunette dipped her head, ashamed at herself for asking such a stupid question, and moved to the side to open the door wider. “Please come in.” she said.

The hunter made no hesitation as she entered the house. She didn’t realize how bad their werewolf problem was until her client slammed the door shut and locked it not soon after she took two steps into the faded house. “That bad, huh?”

“It’s always been like this since I turned thirteen three years ago. My village’s werewolf enjoys taking female teenagers. However, I do find it odd that the werewolf never touches a child.” The fearful brunette walked over to the table in the center of the room to sit right by the fireplace. “I guess children can’t fill his belly up as we teens do.”

“That’s a possibility,” said the hunter in a cool tone.

“What do you mean?”

The hunter walked over to the window and opened the curtains to see the outside world. The world looked silent and solitude from what it was before. “There have been some cases that werewolves only eat adults to provide a healthier meal. However, according to the report you wrote. I don’t think that’s the case.”

“Then what is?” asked her client.

“Most people who are bitten by a werewolf lose their humanity side to become more of their wolf side. In most cases the person becomes a werewolf forever, even during the daylight hours. However, I believe your werewolf is more special then that.” She made a hesitant pause, waiting for her client’s reaction. When nothing happened she continued on. “I think your werewolf might still be in contact with his human side.”

“That’s a good thing isn’t it?” asked the brunette who was trying to make sense of all this. “If the werewolf is still part human maybe we can help him control his wolf side to help stop blood-” She was interrupted by the other woman’s chuckling. Annoyed by her sudden laughter at her, she said, “What might be so funny? I was dead serious about helping him.”

“Excuse me.” The hunter turned away from the window to lean on it with her back. She regarded her eyes to her client as she spoke again. “You really don’t know much about werewolves do you?”

“No, but-”

“It’s futile to think you can save a werewolf from his wolf side, even if he’s still in contact with his humanity.” Her client was about to interject when the other woman lifted her hand for silence. “It’s actually worse if a werewolf is still with his human side.”

“How is that?”

“Werewolves normally act upon their wolf instincts in order to survive. Should a werewolf be part of his human side, the wolf inside him will take advantage of the situation and use the mind of the human as its game for survival. A werewolf will still have his humanity, but it won’t belong to him to control. He’ll be a puppet for the rest of his miserable life. That is why I have come prepared for this situation.” She walked over to the table and laid her red back pack on it.

“There’s really no way to save him?” asked her client with a tint of worry in her voice.

The hunter stopped rummaging through her back pack to stare at the woman next to her. “Did you know who the man was before he became the way he is?”

“What?!” jumped the brunette in surprise and shock. “No, I have never met the man before he turned into such a beast! I just thought-” she hesitated, but sucked in a deep breath of air before carrying on. “I just thought it would be nice to stop the blood shedding without adding more blood into it.”

“Sorry,” said the hunter as she pulled out a silver 42 pistol out of her back pack. “Something’s work out the way they have to.”

“I understand,” was the reply.

“Good, now-” The hunter pulled out a red dress and asked, “Where can I change my clothes?”

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The faded brown house front door opened and out came a blonde haired woman wearing a dark red dress tightly curving about her. She also wore a darker shade of red of a cape over her shoulders. She carried a basked that held her guns and silver bullets. The red woman walked out of the door and into the sunset area in the front yard. The brunette girl was still standing in the doorway, too frightened to come outside while the sun was too close to the ground.

Now fully impressed with her disguise the hunter turned her full attention back at her client. “Are you sure I’ll meet your werewolf if I walk down this path to his eating ground?” She pointed to the right of her, indicating about the path that went through the forest.

“Yes, our werewolf always comes out of that forest whenever it’s time to feed, and takes our villagers to a house covered in blood.”

“Alright. By morning your werewolf problems will be all over. Which by then I hope my pay will be ready as well.”

“It will be ready.”

“Good.” The hunter walked away from the house to follow the path.

When time passed for a few seconds the brunette called out to her, “Hey! What’s your name?”

The hunter didn’t stop walking, instead she turned her head and called out, “Call me Red!” She disappeared into the shadows of the forest, her name echoing back.

The brunette watched Red go and disappear into the forest. She lingered in the doorway for brief moments before she finally shut the door and locked it. She stood behind the door starring at its texture with sad eyes. ‘Another death will be born tonight. At least I’ll be able to make a gravestone for her, to amend for all the sins I have caused for my selfishness,’ she thought to herself. She walked over to the window and removed the curtains. Instead of staring out into the world like the hunter did she opened it and let the small breeze in.

He was watching her; he was watching everything that progressed in her home. She saw a shadow bolt as fast as lightning to her window, now standing in front of her. She looked away at the figures red blood shot eyes, too frightened to stare at them. “Have you sent her away already?” the fur skinned creature said.

“Yes, she left not too long ago.”

“Was she pretty?”

She hesitated for a while. The hunter was different compared to the other women he devoured. “I believe so. I’m sure you’ll enjoy her.”

“For your sake you better hope so. Because if she isn’t.” He grabbed her neck with his sharp claws; forcing her to stare at him with his bloody eyes. She began to tremble from seeing great evil hidden behind those eyes. “I’ll come back and have you ending up looking like your grandmother, and your mother before you.” He licked her cheek with his tongue to sweeten the deal as well as threaten it. She began to cry from the brutality this monster was capable of.

He flung her to the ground, and jumped back into the shadows of the now nightfall. The woman lifted a trembling hand to her throat. No cuts but bruises were defiantly forming. She lifted herself off the floor, closed the window, and headed upstairs to get some sleep. It was pointless to worry over someone who was going to die soon.

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Red. It represented blood and hidden pleasure. The perfect color to wear when dealing with blood dwellers from the night. Red walked down the road, the sun had fallen long ago. Surprisingly, the forest at night looked beautiful with a tint of mystery feeling to it. ‘If I wasn’t on the job I would lie on the grass here and drink in all the beauty around me.’ She held onto the basket tightly. ‘There’s no time to take a break.’ Red thought irritably to herself. ‘These people need me help, and I will do anything to help them.’

It was a good thing she concentrated back to her mission. Otherwise her heightened senses would have missed a shadow following not far behind. Red stopped walking and stood in the center of the road. Setting her basket up to her elbow she folded her arms in frustration and called out, “I know you’re following me. You might as well stop playing in the shadows and introduce yourself to me.”

“I’m terribly sorry.” From behind the trees shadows came out a well built of a tall man. He had short black hair that complimented nicely to his figure. Red would have declared him none threatening if he didn’t carry an axe on his back. The man smiled at her and politely said, “I didn’t mean to follow you. I got worried when I saw a pretty thing, such as yourself, walking around the forest all by herself at night. You do realize it’s not save here. Why don’t I escort you home?”

He reached his hand out to her, but Red flinched and moved away from his offer. “Thanks but no thanks, woodcutter.” She said, assuming a wood cutter was his occupation. “No offense but I don’t trust strangers that easily.”

“Than consider me as a concerned man worried that a woman is here while there are werewolves rampaging through this forest.” The woodcutter said.

“Like I said, thanks but no thanks.” Red continued walking down the path, as if she was never interrupted. ‘I don’t know why but I have a bad feeling about that guy. Everything about him rubs me the wrong way. It’s not only his axe that does it either.’

Absorbed in her thoughts she didn’t realize the man behind her grinned wildly and pounced on her from behind. Completely in shock Red didn’t realize what was happening until the black haired man turned her body around, to face his, and lifted her skirts. His grubby hands touched her soft inner thighs. Her mind swirled her back into reality and realized the situation she was in. ‘The bastered was so concerned for me was because he wanted to-’ Her eyes widened as one of the woodcutter’s hands cupped her breast. ‘I’ve gotta get to my basket.’

Her eyes searched frantically for it and saw it just only onto the side of her. Her basket looked too far away, could she reach it? Red grabbed a rock instead and waited until the bastered lowered his head to taste her face. When their noses almost touched each other she slung the rock at his cheek causing blood to splatter. He reeled his head back in anguish and fell onto the side of her. Taking her chance Red rolled away from him, stood up off the ground, grabbed her basket, and ran as far as her legs could carry her. If it wasn’t for the werewolf she would’ve killed bastered for his attempt at raping her. ‘Later,’ she swore to herself. ‘For now I’ll deal with the werewolf, but when later comes I’ll find that bastered and kill him.’

The woodcutter continued to lie on the ground and listened to the woman in reds’ footsteps. He could hear her running. He lifted himself off the ground and rested himself into a sitting position, a smirk played upon his face. Touching his bruised and bloody cheek he couldn’t help but laugh in amusement. ‘She’s not like the others,’ he thought. ‘She may be older then what I normally want but she’s perfect. Body so soft to tempt any man mad, and a tough spirit waiting for someone to crush it.’ He chuckled softly and then bursted out laughing mockingly. “This is going to be a perfect night for you my bride!” A howl in the night only agreed with him more.

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A wooden house came into Red’s view, with each step she took it only grew bigger. ‘Is that where the werewolf lives?’ she asked herself. She slowed her running into a walking pace. She was far enough away from that creep she was sure she would be safe.

Walking up the path, which was becoming narrower, she walked up to the house. Startled she stopped in front of the gate. The door from the house was opened, and the smell of blood drifted all the way down to her nose. ‘Oh no!’ Her mind screamed at her. Red jumped over the gate and ran up to the doorway. She stopped startled from the sight that lied before her. Two females lied on the floor, one of them a middle aged woman, and the other an older wrinkled woman. Both of them had their body cut into different pieces; all of their blood drained leaving not a single drop left.

Red could only stare at the horror on the ground. She had seen death many times before but none like this. ‘Maybe I was wrong. Maybe this werewolf has lost his humanity.’

A dark shadow formed right behind her causing her to lose her concentration. Flinching she jumped away from the shadow and somersaulted onto the other side of the room. She stared down at the black furred creature standing in the doorway. His red blood shot eyes regarded her with his own. “Do you like the destruction I’m capable of?”

“You monster!” Screamed Red as she pulled out a knife from her basket and threw it at him. He pounced away from the incoming knife and ran towards her. Waiting until the last minute she jumped out of the way for the werewolf to crash into the other room. Landing on her feet, Red knelt down on her knees on the other side of the bed, took out her 42 pistol, loaded it with silver bullets, and waited for the beast to come through the doorway from the other room.

When he did she shot her gun and saw the silver bullets make contact with the werewolf’s side. She shot again but this time the werewolf deflected the bullets and jumped onto the ceiling. She continued to shoot until she ran out of bullets. Shooting her unloaded gun she rummaged through her basket while looking back and forth at the ceiling looking where the werewolf might have gone. Loading her gun again she spun around looking for her target. Her eyes searched endlessly around and on the ceiling for him. ‘Where is he?!’ her mind panicked.

She heard a thump noise right behind her and she didn’t hesitate to twist around aiming to shoot. Just as expected the werewolf backhanded her gun away and swung his other claw to fling the basket away so she wouldn’t get another gun out. While doing so he clawed her top away from her chest, revealing the skin of her breasts. The werewolf’s eyes widened from seeing such temptation reveal before him.

Before Red could comprehend what was happening she felt her arms being grabbed and forced her furrowed to the furred chest in front of her. She struggled wildly, trying to escape for freedom, but she froze dead stop when she felt the werewolf’s fangs pierce into her flesh from her shoulder. It was over, her old life as she knew it was over. She was bitten by a werewolf; now she’ll become one of his kind.

As he jerked her, trying to contain from drinking too much blood, she gasped and moaned barely managing to catch her breath. He was sucking the life right out of her. Some werewolf hunter she turned out to be. She lost conscious right before the werewolf jerked himself away from her blood and flung her over his shoulder. Everything swirled into darkness.

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Red woke up feeling a sharp pain shot through her stomach. She made a small cry and clung to her stomach. She felt it, she felt the inner wolf coursing through her body, consuming her very being. She lifted herself onto her knees hoping to ease the pain a little. Clawed hands grabbed onto her hips as a shadow covered her from behind. Red looked over her shoulder only to see the werewolf standing on his knees right behind her.

Suddenly her instincts told her to lay her hands down and let the inner wolf course through her veins. She could feel her clothes tearing apart as she slowly turned into a wolf. She was about to collapse when the other werewolf leaned his head close to hers and whispered, “it’s about time you had a mate by your side.”  

Red could feel him push his groin inside her. She gasped from the pain it felt, but he didn’t stop there. He put his full into his blows as he claimed her as his mate. Red gasped trying to breath. When his final blow was too much for her, she screamed. Her howl was heard throughout the cave she was to live in for the rest of her life.

When dawn came Red opened her eyes to see the sunrise on her sweaty naked body. A fur pelt covered herself thankfully. She looked at her hands and saw no fur on them. ‘Thank God,’ she reassured herself, though she didn’t know why. She would turn back into a wolf when night came again.

She lifted herself up, but collapsed down only to realize her body was aching everywhere. Now remembering what had happened she felt another warm body right next to hers. She lifted herself again to turn and see who she had slept with. His black hair covered his upper half of his face, but there was no denying who it was. The woodcutter, who she was going to kill after she killed the werewolf.

‘I’ve got to get out of here.’ Red’s mind screamed at her. She slowly, inch by inch, set her foot onto the ground. She was nearly free when strong, powerful arms wrapped around her waist and threw on the other side of the human from werewolf.

“Where in hell do you think you’re going?”

‘Damn.’ She had been discovered. As fast as lightening his hands grabbed her wrists and pulled them over her head. She struggled against her hold but the bastered seemed just as powerful as he was as a werewolf. “Let me go!” she screamed.

“I can’t let a beauty like you, mate with me, and let her out of my life.” He tightened his grip on her causing her to flinch in pain. “No, you’re much more valuable then that.” He licked her neck with his tongue and slowly dragged it down to the hollow between her breasts. Red twisted back in forth trying to avoid his pleasure, but it was no use. After toying with her upper body his eyes lingered down to the black cleft between her legs. She blushed uncontrollably as he gazed at her womanhood. “Shall I show you how valuable you really are?” With one hand still gripping both of hers, his other hand pulled her legs apart so he could lie between them. Covering his body over hers, nearly crushing her, he dug his groin inside her once more. The screams and pain continued all over again.

And that is the story of the Werewolf Red Hunter and what she must endure for the rest of her life.