I'm not making any promises as to how often this will be updated, because I want to give Son of A priority.
Title is from Sam the Sham's Li'l Red Riding Hood.
AU from end of second season.
Sorry if the first few paragraphs are a bit Twilight-ish; I just see Blaine as a vampire. It fits him so well: suave and debonair but with something malicious just below the surface. Don't worry; there won't be any Blaine-hate in this.
Full-grown werewolves in this look like wolf-headed people with tails and fluffy bodies and they have slightly longer arms to make walking on all fours easier. If you go to Google images and look up "werewolf", the second image is more or less what I'm picturing. Baby werewolves will be described when it comes up.
Also, the capitalization (and lack-thereof) of the word "human" is important, as you will see. One is being used as a proper noun for a specific human, whereas one is lowercase for the generalized term.
"Kurt, I think we should see other people." The words had been haunting him for a week now, ringing in his ears. How could Blaine say something so horrible to him? Do something so horrible as break up with him? It was evil and cruel and atrocious and baneful and malignant and nefarious and every other synonym for "mean" that Kurt was too shocked to think of at the moment. They loved each other. Though, someday, Kurt would admit, quietly to himself, in the back of his mind, Blaine's reasoning had been sound. "I'm an unhuman Kurt – a vampire. I need to be with my own kind. I need someone who understands life and the world the way it is for me: someone who understands the hardships vampires face. And someone who understands the good aspects of it as well: how wonderful it is to feel all your cares melt away as the sun sets, someone who knows how incredible it is to feel an animal's heart beat between your lips. And most importantly, I need to be with someone that I don't want to hurt. I love you, Kurt, but the unhuman part of me – my baser instincts – I want to eat you, Kurt."
"Then make me a vampire."
"Kurt, you know I could never do that. The laws are very strict when it comes to unhumans. If I turned you, I could be arrested." Blaine had smiled at him fondly – sadly – before standing and leaving him.
That had been a week ago. Though it could have been any moment since then; Kurt constantly relived that conversation in his mind. What could he have said? What could he have done to make Blaine change his mind? He had come to one simple conclusion; if Blaine wouldn't make him into a vampire, Kurt would find another vampire to do the job.
That's how he found himself, outside, in the dead of night, in the Redzone. There were Redzones littered throughout the United States. They were safe havens for unhumans; places where the creatures of darkness could hunt and congregate and basically be themselves without fear of normal humans. Redzones were regularly stocked with deer and moose and other hapless prey for unhumans to hunt so that they didn't need to fall back on human prey. Redzones were only "active," considered to be safe havens, at night. During the day, they were just normal woods, fields, mountains, quarries, whatever the local authorities were kind enough to bestow upon society's creatures of the night.
"Unhuman" itself was a catchall phrase that could refer to any human-like creature that wasn't, strictly speaking, human. It had replaced the less politically correct terms "demon," "monster" and "beast" sometime in the late sixties, though people still used those hateful words. Once upon a time, dictionaries used "inhuman" to describe these not-quite-humans, but linguists had complained that "inhuman" should be reserved for actual people committing acts considered barbaric, not creatures that were, in and of themselves, barbaric. So "unhuman" had entered into the English language.
Kurt didn't really know much of that; he only knew that he empathized with unhumans. From what he'd seen, sensationalist news aside, unhumans were just like normal people; some were good, some were bad. They were simply villain-ized because of circumstances beyond their control. As a gay teen, Kurt understood how that felt. More than once, he had heard some ignorant homophobe tell him he'd grow up to be a pedophile or some other stupid, ludicrous thing.
That's why he didn't shirk at the idea of being a vampire. Yes, there were plenty of drawbacks, but there were benefits as well. Just like with every choice in life. And contrary to popular belief, he wouldn't all of a sudden become a mindless killing machine. Vampires needed fresh blood to survive, true. But where they got that blood didn't matter; any mammal would suit their needs. As he traipsed through the woods of the Redzone, that's all he thought about; how the change wouldn't change who he was, just what he was. He was so focused on his goal of becoming a vampire that he didn't even stop to consider that he might run into other creatures that go bump in the night.
Prey had been scarce tonight. Oh well. Human always ate well on the night of the change; Wolf wasn't particularly hungry. He was, however, thirsty. The chilly water of the stream felt nice as it swirled around his muzzle. It was unseasonably warm for being only June. Occasionally, he felt a tickle against his muzzle. His reasoning skills weren't quite as good as Human's, but he was still able to figure out that what he felt were fish. Little fish swimming around his mouth. He gathered all the breath he had stored in his lungs and breathed out into the water, scaring away the little fish and creating lots of bubbles around his snout. That ought to keep the fish away. The last thing Wolf wanted was a minnow up his nose…again.
Wolf was a werewolf. Like all werewolves, he existed as a dual being. Human – the "were" aspect of him – lived a normal life twenty-six days of the lunar month. But for the three days surrounding the full moon, Wolf took over more and more of who Human was. During the nights of, before and after the full moon, Wolf took full control of him at night, but during the day, only his heightened senses bled through into Human's life.
Unlike most werewolves, the line between Wolf and Human was very firmly drawn. Most werewolves were the same person whether they were human or wolf. But Human despised Wolf so passionately that he had closed off his mind to Wolf. Wolf had no hard feelings toward Human for this; he understood Human's reasons for hating him. It didn't make it easier, though. Because of this separation of the two, Human had no memories of anything Wolf ever did during the nights of the strong moon and Wolf only had fleeting memories of Human's life during the nights when the moon was weaker.
Kurt stood as still and silent as he could the moment he spotted the hulking creature, bent over the shallow stream of water. He'd seen enough movies to know he was looking at a werewolf. There weren't supposed to be any werewolves in this area. Yes, there were supposedly momentary sightings of a werewolf in the area, but due to the lack of werewolf kills, it was largely assumed these werewolves were only passing through. Werewolves were supposed to be one of the most dangerous of the unhumans; they were born hunters, they were volatile, and they had little more sense than an animal. They were ruled by instinct and this made them extremely dangerous.
Kurt squeezed his eyes shut, trying to wish-away the creature only twenty feet away, and realized, for the first time, he might not make it home alive.
Wolf stood up and shook his head, trying to dry his muzzle as much as possible. Just because it was warm, didn't mean it was acceptable for him to go around soaking wet all night. As he shook his head, the scents of the forest started flooding into his nose: trees, mud, moss, flowers, sap, birds and human. Wolf had seen other people in the woods before, but they were usually unhumans like him. Some unhumans, like sprites and hags, he simply went around and avoided. They were largely harmless to him. Others, like vampires, he would try and run off. He didn't like vampires. They were cruel, shameless hunters; they bled their prey slowly instead of giving them a quick, painless death. Human may have hated werewolves, but Wolf hated vampires.
This wasn't an unhuman, however. This was an ordinary, run-of-the-mill, harmless-as-a-new-born-chipmunk human. What was a human doing in his woods? Down on all fours, Wolf trotted over to human, curious. When he was close enough to sniff the human properly, he started taking mental notes. How often did he get to see humans? This was an event to be remembered. He liked humans. He even liked Human, despite Human's hatred of him. Wolf may have been a werewolf, but he thought of himself more as a were-puppy; he was affectionate and liked to play. Maybe if this human weren't so afraid he would play with him?
This human was fairly skinny, like a sprite, but taller, like a nymph. There were no nymphs in this Redzone, however. He only knew about nymphs from a snippet he'd picked up from Human's memories. This human's heart was beating rapidly, like a scared rabbit, but his breathing was slow and deep…also like a scared rabbit. He didn't smell like a rabbit though. In fact, he barely smelled like a human. There were countless layers of scents on this human, and almost none of them natural. While he didn't know the names for what he was smelling, the scents he picked up were: shampoo, conditioner, face wash, body wash, exfoliater, soap, clear nail varnish, moisturizer, hand cream, cuticle cream, concealer and hairspray. Almost all of them were fruit scented. He was a fruit basket-scented scarred rabbit. Wolf wasn't sure why, but that thought amused him.
Buried under all of those scents, were the important ones; the human was male, in good health, had a close pack or family unit of some kind and ate well (despite his scrawny appearance).
Kurt dared to open his eyes just a peek. He knew the werewolf was close to him; he could hear it breathing. The werewolf was down on all fours, but even so, it's head still came up to Kurt's chest. He couldn't imagine how huge it would be if it stood on it's hind legs. It was sniffing at him. Kurt had to restrain himself from slapping the creature when it started sniffing around his crotch. How rude!
After a moment, when the werewolf had finished sniffing him in inappropriate areas, it looked up and, for the first time, Kurt could see its eyes. It had remarkably human, intelligent eyes. It didn't look particularly evil, either. Its expression was soft, relaxed. If it were going to eat him, shouldn't its teeth be bared? His lips drawn back, crinkling up the skin around his nose and eyes? The way it looked at Kurt, he was moderately surprised that its tongue wasn't lolling out. Kurt could feel himself calming as the wolf watched him.
The human watched him as intently as Wolf had sniffed the human. Humans had stronger eyes; wolves had stronger noses. The human no longer sounded like a scarred rabbit. His breathing was becoming normal and his heart had slowed.
It was awkward having to look up at the human, so Wolf stood. The human's heart beat immediately picked back up and he could distinctly hear the sharp intake of breath. He must have moved too fast and startled the human. He didn't want the human to be afraid of him, though. He bent in close to human's face, and swiped his tongue over his cheek.
When the werewolf had stood up, Kurt thought he was going to faint. It was slightly taller than Finn, making it a veritable giant as far as Kurt was concerned. It had continued to stare him in the eye for a moment before licking him. Kurt could feel the sticky warmth of werewolf drool on his cheek. As disgusted as that should have made him, it actually helped him calm down a bit. It was like coming across a scary pit-bull, straining at the end of its leash, only to find out it wanted nothing more than to jump on you and shower you with doggy-kisses. This monster was just a big dopey dog. Kurt smiled at it and chuckled awkwardly, amused at his own previous terror. It seemed completely foolish now to be afraid of the werewolf.
Encouraged by the human's laughter, Wolf bent down and licked him again, more vigorously this time. Once he got passed all the artificial chemicals on the human's face, he tasted really good. Between laughs of amusement, Wolf could hear the human let out half-hearted protests, "Ew! Hehe, stop that! That's disgusting! Ugh, you just licked my tongue." Wolf wagged his tail energetically in time with his licks even as the human placed both hands on Wolf's chest and pushed him back.
Raising his arm, the human wiped his face off in the crook of his elbow. When he had lowered his arm, the human took a moment to look over Wolf. He examined Wolf's face, even being so bold as to lift up his hand and stroke Wolf's ear curiously. Wolf leaned into the touch, but the human simply withdrew his hand, rather than give him nice ear scritches.
The human continued his examination, lowering his eyes until he was looking over Wolf's chest. Wolf knew Human was ashamed of his looks; he didn't like his "beefy" build. Wolf was rather proud of himself though; if he actually cared for more than casual, recreational hunting, he'd make an apex predator.
The human's eyes went even lower…and then went wide. The human's heart even did this weird thing where it sped up for an instant before rapidly plummeting in speed. And then the human's scent changed; not the yucky chemical scents, but the underlying man-scent of the human. Wolf had never smelled a human's scent get like that before, but he had certainly smelled animal's scents change like that before.
The human was aroused.
It hadn't really occurred to Kurt before that the werewolf was naked any more than normal people notice that a dog or cat is naked. It's something we naturally just accept of the animal kingdom. However, the more Kurt examined the werewolf, the more he realized just how human he was. He had well-defined (albeit furry) pecks, strong biceps and nice abs. It was really only the face and the fur that separated him from humans.
But Kurt had only partially come to the realization that werewolves were more "were" than "wolf" when he came to the werewolf's penis. That particular part of him was all man and it made Kurt's mouth water.
The human was aroused...by him? Wolf had trouble wrapping his mind around that. Even Human had never been found attractive by another of his species before. Why was Wolf so special that a human would find him worthy? Wolf had never considered the idea of taking a mate before. Why would he? Werewolves were territorial around their own kind. Besides, Human would find an appropriate mate someday and if they both had mates…well, there had to be something immoral in that, but Wolf really wasn't sure what it was.
But this human was attracted to him. And Wolf honestly couldn't say he didn't find the human attractive. Especially his scent. As the human got more and more aroused, his scent got stronger and stronger. Wolf dropped back down to all fours and buried his nose against the human's crotch. He wanted to bask in that scent as much as possible. As he nuzzled against the strongest source of the human's scent, he could feel the human becoming aroused. A timid, gentle hand stroked Wolf's head, just behind his ears. His resolve was quickly fading away. When he heard a tiny whimper of lust come from the human, his resolve shattered.