Hansel & Gretel: Witch Hunters fanfiction.

Author's note: Okay, friends. First off this is going to be rated M eventually. Second this is girl on girl loving. A kind of strange pairing, but when I saw the movie Witch Hunters it just kinda made sense to me.

Gretel & Muriel.

Witch Hunter & Dark High Witch.

I know, my mind is twisted, but hey. Hopefully I'll get this fandom going cause I seriously fell in love with this idea.

This is going to be a long one, so hold on for the ride.

Oh and I'm going to do two different versions of this story, one in Gretel's pov and one in Muriel's. This is Muriel's.

Without further delay I give you chapter 1.

OH, one more thing, this story starts when Muriel first meets Gretel, while she's snatching the 12th child and saving her witch accomplice.

If you don't know what that means just read and know this is the first time Muriel meets Gretel. I'll explain the situation in depth.

Witches Curse.

Chapter one: Enemy Lines.

Muriel (High dark witch) POV:

I was surrounded by fools, once again I was reminded of the saying "If you want something done correctly, do it yourself." Sighing I looped one leg over my broomstick, and settled so I was sitting comfortably on the magical object.

I was taking no chances with tonight's raid, I needed that final child to complete my spell, I only had one chance and I had to get this perfect. The witch's survival depended on it, fire had always been a pesky little weakness of ours and without that weakness, we could run the world.

Tonight's raid would be a bit harder than normal, this time we weren't just dealing with idiotic villagers with pitchforks and torches. We were dealing with witch-hunters, two very good witch hunters to be exact. Hansel and Gretel. That would make getting the child without being seen a more difficult task, but I'm nothing if not confident in my abilities.

Sticking my wand in the pocket of my trousers, I kicked off the ground and headed for the village. The greenery of the Forrest beneath me was a calming sight. I may be cold but even the beauty of the Forrest could effect me.

Focus, Muriel. Tonight needs to go according to plan, I don't want to loose any more accomplices. That would require me to venture back into the dirty rotting place these humans called home. Pathetic.

The town lights were almost blinding, I was used to the dark. The light blinded me for a moment, and I let my eyes adjust as I lowered my broom to the ground. Swinging a leg over the broom once more, I lowered myself to the ground. Flying was a unique experience but I preferred to walk, a witch who has a discomfort about flying-how ironic.

Then again life was full of Irony, looking behind me I saw my accomplice dressed in her black-we witches never switch it up. I flicked my hand and motioned for her to begin setting the village ablaze.

"I want every damn haystack burned, leave no house unscathed, leave no place to hide. Get the child, and meet me at the lair, I have business to attend to."

Without waiting for a response I turned on my heel and stepped into the chaos that was the Town. I strode calmly to the jailhouse, flames licking at my heels. Occupants of the village ran past me, many shoved into me, but I didn't slow down. The orange tint from the fire spooked horses and cattle, horses struggled with their chains and gates. These animals did not deserve death, flicking my hand I released the horses, freeing them to roam and run for their lives.

I did not have the same pity for the family trapped in their burning home, and I felt nothing watching a burning portion of a home fall upon a woman who stood screaming in the Town's Square. My heart truly had gone cold. Feelings were weakness, and weakness was not acceptable.

I almost passed up the jailhouse I was so lost in thought, the door was unlatched but might as well make an entrance. Raising my hand I released my magic and let a smile slip when the door exploded into tiny wooden fragments. Never gets old.

Stepping into the room, I almost thought I was alone until I heard the cocking of a gun. Oh, this was going to be fun. Looking up I saw a woman with flowing brown hair that had been restrained into a braid, she had full red lips, and her eyes were the purest shade of brown, the color of rich cinnamon. She moved so she was leaning over the wooden railing, the movements pushed her breasts up and gave me a very nice view of cleavage, it also put her gun straight above my head.

I couldn't move, I only had eyes for this exquisite creature who was pointing a weapon at my head. For the first time in my existence I felt my heart pound in my chest, my nails dug into the palms of my hands. I simply stared at her and I couldn't explain the horribly delightful shock of arousal that went through my body when she didn't break away from my gaze.

I finally found my voice when she tore her eyes away from mine for the briefest moment, "Well, The famous witch hunter, Gretel. We finally meet."

She shouted for me to give her my name.

I ignored her and continued my well practiced speech. "I see you got my invitation?" Snatching a missing child poster off a desk, I held it in the air and pursed my lips slightly.

"What's your name! Tell me, or my arrows will slice through your throat."

"Oh, darling, I have many names but none of which you are worthy of pronouncing."

Lie. I had one true name, Muriel. I had nicknames, no one had spoken my true name since my mother birthed me. No one ever would, not unless they wanted their tongue ripped from their mouth.

Smiling at this beautiful creature, I had less than pure thoughts running through my head. Why did I want to drag her into one of these prison cells and push her against a wall, Why did I ponder over what her voice would sound like saying my name over and over as her toned legs wrapped around me, and someone please enlighten me to why the hell my heart pounded for this exquisite creature who threatened to rip my throat out?

My inner arguments were silenced as a bullet flew right past my face. Focus, Muriel! Damn brain's going to get me killed. Morphing into my dark form, I calmly walked up the stairs, flicking my finger once the old man who had dared shoot at me was pinned against a wall. I continued up the stairs, Gretel fired a few arrows in my general direction but none managed to even pierce my area of space.

Grabbing Gretel by the neck, I leant us both over the railing, I whispered my threats into her ear as I rubbed my body against hers. God, if dark witches could go to heaven I was sure in it, her curves fit perfectly against mine and I swear I could feel the heat of her core against my thigh.

I refrained from kissing any part of her face. Instead I pressed my lips to her ear, my heart stopped when I placed a small kiss on her earlobe, praying to any god there was that she didn't notice, she couldn't know I wouldn't hurt her. I couldn't hurt her...oh god. Fuck fire, this girl was my weakness. Throwing her away from me, I blasted my witchy companion out of her cell, hopping over the railing I glanced at Gretel once more before I fled out into the darkness of the night.

My heart felt like it was full of fire, a mixture of leaving the only person in this world who made me feel alive in a burning jailhouse, passed out on the floor, and these new feelings I was beginning to develop for the person in question.

Putting a leg over my broomstick I settled into a comfortable position and took off. I needed to leave as fast as possible before I stormed back into that jailhouse and did something that would prove my weakness. I needed to get my shit together and fast.

Feelings were weakness. No exceptions allowed.