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STARTER CALL.

    Max wasn’t home. Her guardian, currently, was tracking down some new chains ( since he broke the previously ones during one of his transformations ). This left little Redd all alone in the backyard that met the forest’s mouth. She had brought a towel onto the sloping lawn along with a beach bag and a portable radio that would fill in the gaps of silence between the bee’s humming and the bird’s chirping. Usually, Redd would join Max on his errands, but she was transfixed by her new neighbor, Mr. Wolfe. She was no stranger to his species, yet she still found him superbly entrancing. She perched herself upon the polka dot blanket, raising her chin to peer over at her neighbor leaving the back door. She rose her hand to give him a nonchalant wave and a smile laced with girlish excitement. “Hi, Mr. Wolfe!

    “I-I dunno...” She shook her head before nervously flitting her eyes back to catch onto his gaze. She sat on the edge of the dock with him, legs swaying back and forth. A towel was thrown over her shoulders, only slightly warming her dew dropped skin. “Maybe I should start heading home...” A tongue flicked out to wet her lips. “Y’know... Max doesn’t really like me hanging out with you.”

    “Oh...!” Redd had been slightly startled by the sudden crunch and snap of the twig. She had been swimming, trying to rid the blood from her skin. She had helped Max bury another body. She gazed at the woman upon the shore of twigs and crunched, autumn leaves. Redd bobbed up and down in the water for a moment before slicking back her hair. “You, uh, you scared me.”

                                            modern-horror red riding hood.

     “Y’know.... Max doesn’t like you much.” She’s sitting on the back steps of the cabin, fixing her fishing line. She had just spotted Damian leaving the entrance of the forest and unfortunately for him, that meant crossing paths with Redd. Her lip twitches into a smirk as she glances his way. “You may not be a werewolf, but he’s still very territorial.” She taps the end of the fishing hook with her fingertip, feeling the new sharpness she had crafted. She draws a droplet of blood from her flesh and smiles to herself. “So I’d suggest not killing in the woods.” Redd then proceeds to draw the fresh blood from her wound, eyes locking onto his. 

     “H e y,” she hisses in the dark. Redd sees the silhouette of her sibling stand in the doorway to her room. She pulls the covers just below her chest and narrows her eyes at her figure. “What are you doing back so late?” She grumbles some sort of yawn and partially sits up, leaning back on her elbows. “You woke me up too,” she adds before rubbing her eyes with a balled up fist.

     Redd has been spying on him for awhile. He was a hunter. No doubt. Well, one thing was for sure: he wasn’t getting her precious Max. Luckily, he was back in the cabin, curled up by the fire, hopefully calming down from his transformation. “Hope you’re not gonna use that on me,” she says, stepping from the shadows. A bolt of lightning cracks dramatically upon the horizon. She takes down her hood and offers him a kind smile. “The police are doing an investigation here. You better beat it before they pin you for the suspect.”

Redd’s gaze shot to the window as she witnessed her personal guard dog just barely missing the strange boy outside. “Max!” She slapped her damp rag back into the sink and hauled ass outside. She sprinted down the rickety wooden steps of the cabin and sent the screen door creaking behind her. “Uh----SPOT!” What an original name for the ‘dog’. She jogged towards the beast with coarse fur and acerbic orbs. “Down, boy, dowwwwwwn.” She sunk her hand into his neck, fingers weaving through his bristles. This time, he made sure not to bite her. He knew his place, but his instincts sometimes were amplified to the extreme. Redd then turned her attention sharply back to the boy and feigned a cordial smile “Can I help you...?” Her stare hardened. “...Stranger?”

“Don’t move!” She outstretches her hand for a moment, signaling for the male to halt. He’s backed up against a tree with Max snarling at him menacingly. The wolf is ready to pounce--his ears are folded back and thick saliva drips from his maw. He’s ready to FEAST. Thankfully, Redd is there to stop him. She trudges down towards the mossy trench and screams over the rain: “Just stay still and breathe or else he’ll lunge!” Redd sneaks up behind the wolf and catches the bristly fur of his neck. He yelps and barks for a moment before snapping out of his hypnotic state of hunger. Shamefully, the wolf bows its head and trots behind the girl. She stares at the man in the pouring rain for a moment before saying, “You’re gonna have to come with me, Sir.”

     “I like blood too,” she says. Her voice is laced with a soft hostility. Redd folds her arms and closes the gap between herself and the man. “And so does my dog. Listen...” She isn’t afraid to stand down. “This town isn’t big enough for three individuals on the hunt for blood, so let’s work something out, shall we?” Redd didn’t need an additional person who needed to kill for blood. Max already did far enough and the town officials were already becoming suspicious. Unless she could place the blame precisely on this man, she and Max couldn’t get away scot-free. “Let’s work this out like adults, huh?”