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Little Red

Little Red Riding Hood running through the forest. Scooping up the crossbow and pinning werewolves to the trees. Flowing red cloak with hood a bright flash of color against a brown leather mini dress and striking knee high boots. Little Red was no little girl.

“Hey, wee miss. What a lady like you doing in a forest like this, dressed up like that?” growled an ominous voice as a large furry form stepped out from behind a tree. Bright flash of white teeth licked by a slobbery tongue.

Little Red leaned her crossbow over her shoulder looking in no way concerned. “You’ll call me Ms. Grey unless you want to be skewered. This forest is now under Oracle’s care.”

A snicker from the big bad werewolf as it crept out in to full view. “Big words for a little girl!” He leaped through the air with teeth and claws bared!

But Little Red was no amateur! Without moving a step or even her crossbow, out came a silver sword from the hilt on her back. SHIIIICK! Right through his heart. Snatching her sword back out of the dead wolf, there was a girlish giggle as the dangerous blond skipped her way through the forest!

Off to Grandmother’s house she went. A small little cottage in the middle of the woods. Kicking open the door she stepped inside, but instead of Grandmother, there was a wolf tied to a chair wearing Granny’s cap. A Leon wolf.

“Cissy! I’m so glad to see y- …What are you wearing?” he asked, looking pretty confused at the strange outfit she was sporting.

Ciara blinked at him, resting a hand on her hip. “Why Grandma, what a manly voice you have.” she replied sarcastically.

“…That’s not funny, Cissy. This cap is pretty itchy.”

Shrugging her shoulders, a particularly wicked grin crawled across her face. Ciara strode forward with her crossbow in hand. “My, my… a wolf all tied up in my cottage. What should I do with him?”

Leon swallowed! “You’re, uh… not gonna shoot me, are you Cissy?”

“I really should. Wolves are dangerous.” she replied, pointing the tip of the bolt at his nose. Then a dramatic sigh! “But… Then I’ll never know what happened to poor grandmother! I’ll have to torture you first.” Ciara stepped away to set the crossbow down on a table, along with her silver sword, and a variety of other weapons she seemed to have magically hidden away.

“I sure didn’t eat her. That old woman smells nothing like steak.”

A soft laugh escaped her as she stepped behind the wolf tied to the chair. Ciara ran her fingers through his hair, gently tugging at his ears. “Of course you didn’t. But you’re still a very bad wolf. Very bad. …Oh look! A tail!” She exclaimed! A grey fluffy tail had appeared through the back of the chair, wagging back and forth from pleasant petting.

“Be gentle!” Leon yelped when Ciara leaned to grab it. She paused only for a moment before capturing the fuzzy thing. It was so soft! Stroking it softly for a moment, she finally set it free before crossing around the chair.

Ciara hopped, giggling at the ‘oomph’ from Leon as she settled straddled over his lap. Leaning forward she nuzzled his cheek, followed by a kiss brushed at the corner of his mouth. Her hands teased the back of his neck. When he moved his head trying to catch her mouth, she tilted just out of reach.

“Cissy, you’re not playing fair…” he muttered against her ear.

Another laugh escaped Ciara as her hands moved from his neck to the buttons of his shirt. Fingers danced over skin with each undone button. At the last, her hands grazed his sides causing Leon to squirm in his seat as she snapped the button of his pants and slid down the zipper. Before he could utter a word Ciara pressed her mouth to his. Kissing lightly at first, it deepened quickly as Leon leaned forward against her. Ciara broke away only for a second to shift her head and nibble on his bottom lip.

Ciara found herself suddenly pinned to the floor, with one of Leon’s hands linked to hers and the other popping off the clasp to her cloak. “Hey… how did you get out of those ropes?” she asked in a quiet murmur against his mouth.

“I am a wolf.” he replied, flashy her his cheeky grin as he tugged the sleeves of Ciara’s dress off her shoulders and farther down to expose flawless skin. Warm breath caressed her as his lips moved from neck to shoulders. A hand grazing over her breast as teeth nipped gently at sensitive skin. Ciara’s breath quickened as her hand slid in to his hair and gripped tightly. She pulled him up, dragging him down to her mouth in a greedy kiss.

Sliding a knee between her legs, Leon’s hand moved down her thigh pushing up the folds of her skirt. The thin slip of lace panties were pulled away before he suddenly thrust. Ciara’s hands tightened in his hair and on his shoulder. Her nails digging in to his flesh as she writhed underneath him. Wrapping her legs tightly, she reveled in that delicious mounting pleasure of him moving against her. The taste of his mouth and the warmth of his hands…

“Hmm, Leon…” she said, nuzzling her face against… a pillow?

Ciara’s eyes blinked opened. She was in her own bed, in her own room, apparently snuggling a pillow. How… unfullfilling.

“Oooh Leon! Smoochie smoochie!” said a gruff voice from the floor. Angus was sitting there mimicking her with kissie faces.

There was a growl, a garden gnome flying out of her room, and a door-slam.

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To Save Him

“Ms. Grey? I’d like to talk to you.”

Ciara Grey looked up from her her desk at the Oracle HQ. She frowned as the younger woman entered the room. Evangeline, the vampire’s psychic. And by the look on her face, this conversation was going to be unpleasant. “Evangeline, if this is about Gabriel, we’ve alre-“

“Lily has an idea, Ms. Grey. We could save him an-“

Lily has an idea?! Evangeline, I would think after the man nearly killed you that is no coming back from that. He is a Carnatelli. A vampire. A monster that has been doing god knows what, slaughtering innocent people, and at a rate where even Anthony would be impressed!” Ciara scowled as she rose from her chair. “It’s time to let him go.”

Evangeline paused, a hand moving up to her neck. Yes, she had nearly died. But that was not Gabriel’s fault. She shook her head slightly. “You have to understand. I love him, Ms. Grey. I couldn’t jus-“

“There isn’t-“

“LISTEN TO ME, PLEASE.” Evangeline shouted! Surprise registered across Ciara’s face. It was a tone she had never heard Evangeline use. A slight frown, Ciara lowered herself back down in her.

“I’m listening.”

Taking a deep breath, Evangeline fidgeted with her fingers. “There have been so many terrible things I’ve seen. Things that have happened. Gabriel has been… He gave me a home when mine was lost, left himself with me when I was scared, pretended to lose a fight so I wouldn’t be mad, let me drag him to feed ducks or play with puppies. He has made me feel like the most important person in the world. Being near him makes all of those awful things that’ve happened worth living through. Maybe I am selfish but… If there is even the slightest chance that I can save him, I have to try.”

“What he’s done can’t be ignored, Evangeline. How do you save someone that murders innocent people? Someone that would hurt you just as easily as looking at you?” Ciara asked.

“It isn’t him. There is something in him. At there gate there was a darkness that tried to push through. It might have wrapped around me, but he- …He is being consumed by it. Her. She is burning him away to lock herself in this world.”

Ciara regarded her with a cool, examining stare. “…What makes you so sure he is possessed? You have said yourself, you cannot seem to read him now. No visions, no psychic mumbo jumbo. How can you know?”

“Touch. Feeling. That darkness is wound around him so tightly that I could not reach out with my mind for him, but as soon as he touched me… I know there is still a piece of him left, and it may not be too late. But the longer it takes, the more of him is burned away…” Evangeline could feel that tightness in her throat. But now was not the time to weep. She had to convince Ms. Grey.

Ciara remained silent for several long moments as her fingers tapped on her desk. “…One chance, Evangeline. I will give you once chance, and if it doesn’t work. ..I will end him.”

“It will work, Ms. Grey! I promise!” Evangeline nearly faint from elation as she rushed towards the door. She had to make preparations. To get the spell ready and bring him to her.

She would save him.