Hi there everyone! So, here's another Hansel & Gretel: Witch Hunters fanfic! I really hope you like it! :) This is going to be a two-shot because I think if I just made it a one-shot it would have been too long, lol, so, here's part one! :)

Warning: Rated T for a little bit of cursing and some violence.

Please comment/review and let me know what you think of it, thank you!

Enjoy!

I OWN NOTHING; I DO NOT OWN HANSEL AND GRETEL: WITCH HUNTERS.


"Sweeter Than Candy"

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Part One

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"Revenge is sweeter than candy."

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Hansel lands roughly on his side as the witch flying in the air on a broomstick holds her wand tightly in her hand. She circles the air above him, taunting him. He clenches his jaw and looks beside him to see Gretel struggling to her feet.

They have been fighting this witch for an hour now and the two siblings were getting tired. They were both bleeding and covered in mud from all the times the witch knocked them off their feet and onto the muddy, damp ground.

The sun is beginning to set below the horizon and all day Hansel and Gretel have been hunting down witches and fighting them non-stop; they are exhausted. Then, of course, right as they were walking through the forest heading back to the village, worn out, a witch decided to attack them.

The witch is an old, disgusting looking woman and she is very fast. Hansel could see his gun lying a few feet away from him from the corner of his eye and he knows he is going to have to act quickly.

The witch eyes him closely and then spits out as her head cocks to the side while her crimson eyes stare at him deadly, "Cannot get to your feet, Witch Hunter? What about your lovely sister?"

Hansel growls when the witch mentions his sister's name and he hisses through clenched teeth, "Do not fucking dare look or even mention my sister. Got that?" He then, in one move, rolls to the side and grabs his gun. He quickly aims the gun at the witch and shoots, but unfortunately, he misses.

"You have got to be kidding me." Hansel groans and is in shock as he watches his shot miss and the witch laughs at him. He narrows his eyes at the witch, but before he could take another shot at her, she lifts her wand and shoots him with a ball of energy.

Hansel goes flying into the air and then this time lands roughly on his back. He groans at the pain and curses under his breath. Gretel crawls over to him, holding her side. Just moments ago, the witch threw Gretel into a tree, which hurt so, so much, and she is sure she broke a rib.

The witch's powerful, loud, screeching laugh echoes through the forest as she flies in front of them, again taunting them. Gretel rolls her eyes and then her eyes scan around them; her eyes landing on his gun that is lying on the ground far away from them now and behind the witch. Gretel's own crossbow weapon is nowhere near them as well.

Hansel and Gretel are both lying on the ground, watching as the witch slowly flies closer to them. Both of them are trying to come up with a plan, but they are both drawing blank.

"How screwed are we?" Gretel whispers to her brother as she chews on her bottom lip and keeps her eyes locked on the witch.

Hansel quickly glances over to see both their weapons nowhere near them and then he shrugs his shoulders and he looks back at the old witch making her way closer to them, "Pretty screwed."

"Great." Gretel mumbles as she holds her sides with one hand. Hansel swallows the lump in his throat as he tries to ignore his throbbing head and aching body. He glares up at the witch and puts out a protective hand in front of his sister, making sure the witch will have to go through him first before she could hurt Gretel.

Suddenly, before the witch could say or do anything, a shot is fired and suddenly the witch blows up right in front of them. The witch's blood splatters all over Hansel and Gretel and over the emerald green grass.

Gretel uses the back of her hand to wipe the blood off her face and onto her hand, disgusted, but yet again, she's used to having witch blood on her from all the times they destroyed witches and they exploded right in front of them. Hansel wipes his face with his jacket and he looks up to see a woman standing there with a smirk on her red lips. She has long, jet-black, straight hair that goes up to the middle of her back, ice blue eyes, and pale skin. She's wearing a violet color dress that goes up to her knees with black boots with a small heels that goes up to her knees. She has black gloves on that go up to her elbows; she is average height and has a perfect, slender body.

At first Hansel tenses at the stranger, but when her eyes lock with his, something inside of him changes.

Suddenly, Hansel raises an eyebrow at her and he could feel a smile creep onto his lips. Gretel raises an eyebrow at her brother and folds her arms across her chest. Despite the fact the woman just saved them, Gretel could sense something off about her.

"Hello," The woman begins in a soft tone with a smile on her face, "I am Moira."

"Moira?" Gretel asks narrowing her eyes as she stares at the woman. Hansel, however, smiles back at the woman and nods his head, "I'm Hansel and this is my sister, Gretel."

"Yes, of course, the famous witch hunters." Moira says with a small laugh, "It's nice to meet you two. You both are quite famous back at the village."

"You live in Augsburg?" Hansel asks in excitement as he takes another step towards her. She nods her head and bats her long eyelashes at him. Gretel narrows her eyes at the woman while Hansel suddenly shakes his head and says with his grin, "Oh! And, yeah, thanks for saving us."

"Oh! Yeah, right. Here's your gun." She says after realizing she is still holding Hansel's gun in her hand. She then adds with a wink, "It's nice gun and . . . big. Lucky shot I suppose." She says with a smirk of her own as she hands Hansel his gun back.

"I'm sure it was." Gretel mumbles under her breath, but only receives a shove from her brother. She glares at him, but he ignores her. He turns cocks his head to the side, asking, "You shot guns before?"

"I used to practice with my Father before he died a few months ago. I was pretty good at it, if I say so myself." Moira says with a small laugh and a slight shrug to the shoulders.

Gretel rolls her eyes and mockingly chuckles, "And you're telling me that you were just wandering the middle of the forest as the sun is setting?"

Moira eyes Gretel, but quickly smiles back at her and shakes her head, softly replying, "I always loved the forest. It is beautiful. So, I sometimes wander around, admiring the animals I see and the trees; the nature. I love nature. Though, it is not any of your business." She says with a sarcastic smile.

"I'm sure you do." Gretel says scornfully and then takes a step closer to her, "Listen, we should be heading back to town; our friends are waiting for us."

"Of course." She nods her head and then turns to Hansel, "I will be seeing you around, yes?"

He smiles and nods his head as he leans his gun on his shoulder, "Yeah." Moira nods her head and then begins walking off. However, she did not get far before Gretel grabbed her crossbow and aimed it at Moira, "Hold it!" She calls and Moira instantly stops walking. She turns around and raises an eyebrow, shocked to see Gretel pointing her arrows at her.

"Gretel! What the hell are you doing?" Hansel yells, shocked that his sister just pulled her weapon on the woman who just saved them.

"She's a witch." Gretel simply states as she narrows her eyes at the woman.

Hansel looks at his sister with a confused expression and he shakes his head, not understanding, "No, she's not. She just saved us and she looks nothing like a witch. She even just killed a witch! If she was a witch, why would she kill one of her own to save two witch hunters?"

Gretel shakes her head, keeping her weapon pointed at Moira.

"What are you talking about-?" Hansel begins, but Gretel cuts him off, "She's a Grand Witch." She could see Hansel shaking his head and Gretel rolls her eyes, "I've seen and know enough about Grand Witches to know she is one."

"Yeah, and I've seen and know enough about them too. She's not one though." Hansel says as he glares down at his sister. He does know a lot about witches and he knows Moira is not one of them.

"If she's a witch then why did she save us from a witch?" Hansel questions, raising an annoyed eyebrow at his sister and he shakes his head, "She has none of the signs as a witch and she looks pretty human to me!"

"Oh, just like Mina looked pretty human?" Gretel quickly snaps, but then she sighs, looking away from him. She knows after she died he was nearly heartbroken. He actually, if he dares say it, fell for her; he really liked her, but she ended up dying. He used to think all witches were bad, but after he met Mina and found out she was good and used her powers for good, it changed his opinion on that. She changed him. Then, of course, finding out that their Mother was a Grand White Witch also slightly changed his opinion as well.

Gretel, on the other hand, has been more aware and cautious. After everything that has happened, she understands that there are witches that are good, but she also knows that most of them are evil.

"I'm sorry." Gretel quietly says to her brother after that comment, but then she adds with a sigh, "She's not denying it though, now is she? Besides, I saw the way you tensed at her at first! Now all of a sudden you trust her?"

Before Hansel could reply, Moira quickly says, "I have nothing to deny." She then adds with a small shrug, "You accused me, you never asked me." She purses her lips and shrugs one shoulder, "But yes, I am one." She pauses. "However, I am not a bad witch. I do not use my powers for evil."

Hansel's eyes widen for a split second when Moira confesses, but when Moira's eyes lock with his, something inside of him changes . . . again. His eyes stay glued to her face and a small smirk rests on Moira's lips, but she quickly puts on her serious look before anyone notices what had just happened.

"I don't buy it." Gretel says as she glares at Moira, "Just because you saved us doesn't mean you're good. It could be a trap."

"Does not mean I am bad either, Gretel." Moira says as she cocks her head to the side. "Listen, I mean no harm. I am not evil as you think I am. I only use my powers for good and that is it."

Hansel stands there for a few moments in silence, his eyes locked with Moira's face, but suddenly his eyes listen to him and he tears them away from Moira's face and looks at his sister. He then places his hand on her shoulder, "Gretel, I think she's telling the truth."

Gretel gives her brother a confused look. He's acting strange and out of character. He would never trust someone so easily and definitely not a witch. "Do you not remember what you use to say? Remember when you said to everyone 'some people will say not all witches are evil, that their powers will be used for good. I say, burn them all'? Now you are buying whatever she is telling you?"

"I believe her, okay? She doesn't look or seem evil and she saved us, Gretel! We owe her at least our appreciation!" Hansel yells at his younger sister. He usually never yells at Gretel. For some reason, he feels this pull towards the woman and he can't help, but be drawn to her all of a sudden. He feels a strong connection with Moira. She may be a witch, but he likes her. She kind of reminds him of Mina, in a way. He may not know Moira that much and they just met, but he likes her and he wants to be with her. He wants to get to know her better; he trusts her.

Besides, who knows? It could even be love at first sight . . . or maybe something else.

"She is a fucking witch, Hansel!" Gretel yells back at her brother, glaring up at him. One of her hands is resting on her hip while the other one is holding onto her crossbow.

"It's pointless arguing with you, isn't it?" Hansel says as he rolls his eyes and begins walking over to where Moira is standing.

"No, you're just too damn stubborn." Gretel says with a roll to the eyes and then she shakes her head, "Hansel, can we just deal with this later and head back to the town? It's getting late and we've been fighting witches all day." She hates fighting with her brother; he is her best friend and her safety net.

"You go. I'll catch up with you later." Hansel says with his back to Gretel. He is smiling down at Moira as she smiles up at him. Gretel raises an eyebrow at how he didn't even look at her and is staying with Moira instead of heading back with her. That is something he would never do. Instead of fighting with him some more, she just throws her hand in the air and turns on her heels, "Fine." She then begins walking off, shaking her head and thinking about what she is going to do with her brother.

. . .

It was pitch black outside and the glowing moon is high in the night sky. It's been a few hours now and Hansel still hasn't returned and Gretel is worrying. She knows that her brother could take care of himself, but she is worried that he will be blindsided by his feelings for this witch, Moira, that he won't be able to defend himself against her when she turned on him.

She huffs as she sits outside by the door of the inn with her arms crossed. She's extremely tired, but she is forcing herself to stay awake until her brother comes back. She couldn't even think about sleeping while knowing her brother is still outside somewhere. Ben checked on her a few times and so did Edward, but after a while they both went off to sleep. Now Gretel sits on the cold ground with her crossbow lying on the ground next to her and her eyes half open.

She waits for hours until she finally hears the sound of her brother's voice and a woman's voice. Wait, a woman's voice?

Gretel cocks her head to the side and squints her eyes to try to see through the darkness and see if she could spot the figures who the voices belong to. She chews on her bottom lip as she waits until finally her brother and Moira come into sight.

She narrows her eyes at them and since they don't see her yet, they stop walking a few feet away from where she is sitting and he bends his head down, planting a soft kiss against her lips. Gretel's eyes widen and she immediately jumps to her feet, yelling, "Hansel!"

Hansel and Moira quickly break apart and turn to face Gretel, who is standing there with wide, confused, and shocked eyes. She shakes her head at them, not understanding, and clearly irritated with him, "What the hell?!"

"Gretel, what are you doing?" Hansel asks, evidently annoyed at his sister, but she doesn't care. Moira looks up at Hansel and Gretel notices their joined hands. She rolls her eyes and places her hands on her hips, "You guys are already holding hands and kissing? Hansel, where the hell have you been and what the fuck are you thinking?"

"Gretel, it's late and this isn't the time to discuss this." Hansel says, not wanting to get into another fight with his sister this late at night.

She narrows her eyes at him and taps her foot, annoyed at her brother, but more annoyed that he brought Moira back to the inn they're staying at! "Hansel, I've been up this entire time waiting for you. You said you would be back shortly. Do you not see how late it is?"

"I am sorry we are back so late. We just lost track of time." Moira says with a small smile, but Gretel raises an eyebrow when she said 'we are back'. "We? Why are you even here, Moira?"

"She needs somewhere to stay for the night so I told her she could stay with us. What's one more person anyways?" Hansel says with a shrug, "It's no big deal."

"At least we actually know Edward and Ben before inviting them to stay with us! They're our friends; she's a stranger! She's a witch no less who cannot be trusted!" Gretel snaps. Sometimes she cannot stand the stupid decisions her brother makes. She knows she may be slightly overreacting, but she doesn't care; making sure her brother is safe is all she cares about and she'll do and say whatever she has to in order to make sure of it.

"I'm not fighting with you about this, Gretel. She's staying with us tonight." Hansel sternly says with a shake to the head and he lets out a frustrated sigh.

"No!" Gretel yells at her brother. In the corner of her eye she spots a small smirk on Moira's face and she glares at her, "She's not staying with us, Hansel. She's a Grand Witch! She can hide her true appearance with that kind of evil power and she is just pretending to be good! I won't have her anywhere near Ben and Edward and I definitely won't let her hurt you. Do you really want another incident like what we had with Muriel to happen again?"

"Are you seriously comparing her to the witch who got our Mother killed? The one who tried to kill you and all those children? Come on! You're beyond overreacting. Why can't you just accept the fact that I like her?" Hansel says as he runs his hand through his hair.

"Just like you liked Mina? Come on, you don't even know Moira! All we know is that she is a witch who is up to no good!" Gretel hisses out, but when she sees the glare her brother sends her, she realizes that she just brought Mina up . . . again.

Before she could even apologize for it, Hansel shakes his head and looks away from her, harshly asking, "How many times are you going to bring Mina up?" He looks back at her and locks eyes with Gretel, "She's dead! I moved on though and I enjoy being around Moira and I don't have to explain myself to you!"

"Hansel-" Gretel begins, but Hansel brushes right passed her with Moira trailing behind him. Gretel rolls her eyes, "I cannot believe you." Hansel ignores her, but Gretel notices Moira turn her head and smirk at her. Gretel raises an eyebrow at her and hisses through clenched teeth, "Do you find this amusing?"

Hansel stops walking and turns to face his sister, "What are you talking about?"

"She's standing there smirking at me. What? Are you happy my brother and I are fighting?" Gretel asks as she takes a dangerous step towards the woman. Moira rolls her eyes and shakes her head, "I did not smirk."

"Gretel-" Hansel begins, but Gretel cuts him off, "Hansel, she just gave me an evil smirk!" Gretel could see that her brother isn't believing her and she shakes her head, "Hansel, I know that I don't like her, but I know what I saw and I wouldn't lie to you."

"Yeah, well at this point, you hate Moira so much how could I trust you? How do I know you're not saying this just to get me to agree with you that Moira's an 'evil witch'?" Hansel bitterly says with a sigh as he looks away from his sister's face. He really hates fighting with her; that's all he has, but sometimes they get into serious fights that he can't control what he says; just like she can't control what she says . . . or does.

"How could you trust her over your own sister? You just met her and she is a witch who can not be trusted!" Gretel hisses, shocked that Hansel is listening to Moira over listening to her. She's his sister! Something is wrong and something isn't right.

"Why would she smirk? Gretel, you don't like her, but maybe in the morning you'll get the fact that she's not going anywhere." Hansel says as he runs his hand through his hair, shaking his head slowly.

"She's a fucking witch, Hansel! She's no good!" She screams at him, but she watches as he makes no movement to kick Moira out or even try to stop fighting with her and trust her. Gretel shakes her head and adds quietly, "You know what, she may not be going anywhere, but I am."

Gretel then turns around and storms off without another word, totally forgetting about her crossbow that is still lying on the ground.

Hansel lets out a frustrated huff as he shakes his head while he mutters under his breath, "Damn it."