NightIntent: Again, not much to say. There are a couple changes to this one, from the Brothers Grimm version. Like pizza. Hope you like it anyway, though.

Disclaimer: I don't own fairy tales.


"Gods," Beryl muttered, throwing the letter onto her desk. "Wolves, grandmothers, and little girls. Why can't people start thinking?" She pressed a button on her desk. A volunteer popped her head in. "Get me Keira, please." The volunteer nodded and slipped her head back outside the door.

Minutes later, the door opened again and Keira walked into the office. "You have an assignment for me, boss?" she inquired.

Beryl nodded. "Basically what happened is this: a girl went to bring her sick grandmother cake and wine, stopped to get flowers, and a wolf beat her to the house. The wolf ate the grandmother and lay in wait for the girl to come, disguising himself as the grandmother. He's obviously some sort of enchanted or magical wolf, because he can talk. Anyway, he ate the girl, too. But the report there says that his stomach isn't shrinking. It kicks every now and then, as if something alive is still in it. It's only a few towns over. I want you to get a horse, ride over there, and cut open this wolf. Its two victims are probably still alive, judging by the reports."

Keira nodded. "Right," she said. "Sounds easy."


Hours later, Keira rode into town on a slightly winded horse. She asked directions from a helpful villager, and walked the rest of the way to the cottage, leaving the horse in an inn stable. It didn't take long for her to see the cottage through the trees. Keira grinned, slowly walking towards it, making no noise. When she reached the door, she knocked loudly.

"Who's there?" came from inside. "Oh, never mind, must be the pizza I ordered. The door's unlocked, come in!"

Keira pushed open the door. Inside, the house was a mess. On the other side of the bed was a bed. In this bed, a large wolf sat. His stomach was extremely bloated. Suddenly, it heaved. The wolf closed his eyes and moaned in pain. "Stupid girl…." he muttered. He looked up and saw Keira. "Where's my pizza?" he demanded.

"Pizza?" Keira queried idly. "Oh, did I not introduce myself? Of course I didn't. My name's Keira. I'm from Damsels, Inc. And you, dear sir wolf, really shouldn't have eaten a girl and her grandmother." Keira smiled politely, pulling a knife from her belt.

The wolf shot out of the bed. "You can't kill me!" he said, obviously trying to figure out a good reason for this statement. "I'm… I'm a prince. Yeah, that's right! I'm under a spell. You have to kiss me to make me turn back!"

Keira, fully aware that the wolf was tricking her and going along with it, walked over to the wolf and kissed him on the muzzle. Instantly, the wolf swallowed her whole, opening his jaws wider than any normal wolf. Keira had time to think, Well, he certainly is under some sort of spell, before she bumped into something. She looked at what it was. It was a little girl. An old woman was behind her.

"Oh, no!" the girl cried. "You got eaten, too? But… I thought someone came to help us."

Keira smiled, a predator's grin. "Oh, but I did. You'll see." Keira hefted the knife that was still in her hand and slid it into the soft, wet "walls" surrounding the three people. It cut as easily as butter. (Which, despite the way people make it sound, isn't always that easy to do.) The three people jumped out of the now-dead wolf's stomach, covered in blood.

"My job here is done," Keira said. "'Bye." She walked out the door and got her horse, riding back to Damsels, Inc.


NightIntent: I suck at ending things, don't I? So. I'm not posting Rapunzel. Period. BUT! I'm making my own version of Snow White. With a guy as the one who needs to be rescued. No kissing in that one. But there are other things. That I will not reveal at this moment, because it gives stuff away. Please review!