The Eyes of Darkness

When I was a kid. My grandma use to tell me fairytails everynight. It was kinda a daily habit of ours and it was special to my heart. There were many stories but one was my most favorite of all. The Red Riding Hood. why?? well I love that red riding hood was heroic to go alone in the woods cause you know that who in the right mind would go to the woods, alone?! really. But its not red riding hood that I was interested in, its the wolf. I was curious to how the wolf was so smart to almost deceivingly red riding hood to thought he was her grandmother. So I asked Grandma how was the wolf so intellegient and mischevious. My Grandma told me that the wolf wasnt actually a wolf but a "Werewolf". A werewolf?? whats that. Grandma says that they are mythical beings that are half human and half wolf and that can transform as a wolf at night to find food. By the power of the moon goddess. And also were very real and that I should always avoid going out at night. My childself didnt believe in it and just brushed it off but I keep thinking, If it was real..are they bad or good? And what do they eat? What do they do everyday? As the years passby I began to forget about them and just live my life normally untill... *Sounds of rustling leaves and hard breathinf* "Shxt Where did it go?!! huff huff" a girl panthing hard, leaning her body in a tree. Tired from running. Her forehead covered with sweats and mud. And her hair full of leaves, tangled from the tree branches. Her face full of terror. But why is she running in the first place..from who or what?? *growl* " You cant run away from me, Miss red riding hood" a husky voice echoes in the forest. Full of mockery and hint of snickering is heard. As she shreaks in terror as the sound of footsteps, slowly walking towards her. As she looks at the owner of the voice. She saw eyes as deep of the sea and as dark as the night. Starring right at her from the trees with malice. Starring inside her soul. Her heart beathing loudly than before. As it accelerates in sync with the footsteps. "You seem like youre going to faint, my little riding hood" he speaks with malice. She force her eyes to see from the darknees on the figure infront of her... "W-wait, y-you are, No it couldnt be?!!" "Yes, Its me"