Author's Note: Inspired by both versions of Little Red Riding Hood sang by Laura Gibson and (originally) Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs. Characters may be OOC in this.

Disclaimer- Ivory Tears doesn't own Devil May Cry, nor does she profit from this work of fiction.

I love fairy tales. I didn't really aim to write this as a fairy tale, but if it seems like that, well I'm not going to complain. ;) Enjoy!

EDIT: October 15, 2013— I've taken down the second chapter; I like this more as a standalone, so I will just leave it as a oneshot. Thanks for all the faves and reviews though! :)


Little Red Riding Hood

Lady picked her way through the leaf strewn path of the old forest behind her house. She had the distinct feeling of being followed, but every time she turned there was nothing to be seen. Swinging the basket in her left hand, she tightened the blood red cloak around her throat, pulling the hood over her short, raven hair. A twig snapped in the brush to her left causing her to give a sharp glare in that direction. Seeing nothing, Lady started walking again, albeit a little more cautiously.

"You're far from home, little one," a voice purred from the dark shadows clinging near the base of a tree to her left.

"Who's there?" Lady called out, turning in the direction of the voice.

"A friend, I hope," a man stepped out on the path in front of her.

Lady felt the breath catch in her throat. The man standing there was beautiful. Aristocratic features with a cupid's bow mouth and ice blue eyes, along with his spiked silver hair made him seem like the ethereal creatures that Lady had only read about. He was dressed in a black, long sleeved shirt and matching pants.

He held his hands out in a placating gesture once Lady had finished gawking at him, "I could guide you to your destination."

She narrowed her eyes, "Why should I trust you?"

He grinned, flashing sharp teeth, "I promise to be on my best behavior."

Lady pulled her cloak closer around her as she took in his dilated eyes, "I'm quite fine on my own."

"I don't think you should walk alone in these woods," his brows furrowed, "I'll walk with you for a spell and if you don't find my presence comforting, then I shall depart."

She pursed her lips, eying him suspiciously, "Fine. One weird thing and you're gone though."

"Splendid," he grinned, eyes lighting up.

Lady quickened her pace, passing by his smirking countenance only for him to keep in step with her.

"What's your name?" he turned to her, taking in her appearance.

"Why do you want to know?" she kept her gaze forward.

He shrugged, "Trying to be cordial."

"Were you the one following me earlier?"

"I was merely looking out for you," his smirk broadened, eyes glittering, "there are many dangerous things in the forest this time of day."

She rolled her eyes, "I doubt it. I've been coming this way for ages and I've never had any problems before."

"I know."

She chanced a glance at him only to meet his icy stare, "How do you know?"

"I've seen you before, obviously," he pointed in front of them, "your grandmother lives this way."

Lady stopped in her tracks, "That's seriously creepy. Well, it was nice chatting with you, whoever you are."


That name tickled something in her subconscious, but she ignored it.

"Yeah, well Vergil," she sneered, "this is where you and I part ways."

"If you wish," he gave her a short bow, eyes never leaving her face, "until we meet again."

He stepped off the path, melding into the shadows until she could no longer see him.

Lady breathed a sigh a of relief, "Creep."

As she continued to her grandmother's house, she couldn't help but try and remember where she had heard that name before. She hummed to herself as she gazed upward gauging the light filtering through the canopy of leaves. A far off howl cut off her train of thought. She berated herself for being so jumpy, but the lengthening shadows cast a sliver of doubt in her mind.

Another howl -sounding much closer this time- earned a worried glance from the fair skinned maiden. Lady pulled her basket closer to her body and walked more quickly. Maybe she should have let that crazy guy, Vergil, walk with her, at least she could outrun him and save her own skin... Her bi-colored eyes widened in recognition. Vergil was the name of the shape shifter famed for luring people into the forest and eating them alive. He lured them in his human form before transforming into a wolf and devouring them. He took women most of the time, although it wasn't unheard of a man going missing.

"Why me?" she bit her lip, casting her gaze around.

She still had a half a mile left before reaching some sort of safety.

"Why the hell does grandma live all the way out here?" she bemoaned.

Lady pulled her dagger out of her boot and gripped it tightly in her right hand, keeping her ears open for any sound. After walking for several minutes with nothing but the usual chatter of the forest floor, Lady felt her shoulders relax.

"Maybe I misheard his name," she thought aloud.

"I highly doubt it," an amused voice cut in from behind her.

Whirling around, Lady faced Vergil once more.

"Don't come near me," Lady warned, brandishing her dagger.

He tilted his head -eyes a molten silver now- as he grinned at her, "I'm not worried."

She slowly walked backwards, putting distance between them, "You should be."

He chuckled, a low sound that caused the hair on the back of Lady's neck to stand up, "I won't hurt you; I'm fascinated by your fearlessness."

She snorted, "Yeah, like I'm going to believe that."

He started to mimic her movements; with her every step back, he would step forward.

"I've been watching you for quite some time now," he eyes were so intense, he looked almost predatory, "you're everything I could want."

Lady scoffed, "I'm sure you tell all the girls that, right before you eat their face off."

His lips pulled into a dark grin, "I'll admit my eating habits are not flattering, but that is the last thing I have in mind for you."

Lady felt a blush spread across the bridge of her nose as her heart sped up.

His grin broadened as his nostrils flared, "I see your fight or flight impulse has kicked in, dear heart."

She flung her basket as hard as she could at his face before spinning around and running as fast as her legs could carry her. Lady felt the wind push back the hood on her cloak, short hair streaming out behind her. A few low hanging branches caught on her cloak, tugging the clasp loose and sending it fluttering to the ground. She lamented the loss only for a moment before plunging onward, trying to put as much distance between her and that creature as possible.

A low growl could be heard behind her before Lady was tackled to the ground, a heavy weight pressing down between her shoulder blades. She quickly rolled over, arm lashing out to stab Vergil's wolf form -only for a hand to grab her wrist.

"Now, now, that's no way to play fair," he smirked down at her panting form.

He grabbed her free hand and pinned both arms above her head with his left hand. He brushed her cheek bones with the pad of his thumb, ignoring the heated glare she was giving him.

He dipped his head and nuzzled her neck, "You smell like ambrosia."

"Let go of me, creep," she bit out, anger fueling her struggling.

"No," he purred, "I caught you fair and square, dear heart. I believe you're mine now."

"Listen, I'm nothing but skin and bones. I've got this friend, who's much tastier than I am, if you let me go I can-"

She could feel the reverberations of his chuckle since his face was pressed in the crook of her neck.

"As tempting as that offer is, I'm afraid I don't want to let you go," his tongue trailed a path up to her earlobe, "I'll try to keep satisfied with this for now."

Her breathing hitched, "What do you plan on doing to me?" she whispered.

He pulled back to look into her mismatched eyes, "What big eyes you have," he smirked, "the kind of eyes that drive wolves mad."

The first trickling of fear filtered through Lady's iron clad will. She had a feeling she wasn't going to grandma's house anytime soon.


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