Boyd Ainslie | Red Riding Hood (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ex_sanguine300) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} bellumlogs, |
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She didn't look behind herself as she ran down the spiral stairs. Down and down and down and this was almost like a path. The wolf wasn't supposed to be on the path. Hadn't anyone told him? Mother told her to hush, and Grandmother told her to run, and they were starting to sound like Rosalie and Daniel - the fun killers.
She could still hear him behind her, the wolf, and she decided (immediately) that Mother and Grandmother were wrong. The path was a very bad idea. If she'd just stayed with the vampire, he would have eaten the wolf and everything would have been fine.
This was the last time she was listening to any of the boring people.
When her feet touched the first-floor landing, she made a beeline for the basement. Pools and catacombs had to be safe, didn't they? After all, it wasn't like wolves could swim or anything.
Wait. She stopped.
She slipped the white ribbon off the waist of her dress, and she threw it toward the opposite end of the lobby (distraction!), before heading back toward the basement and down the stone steps.
You are very smart, Red, she told herself.