*nervous laughter*

My drive to write for FF is very low. I do have an extremely busy time outside of here, and so far it's been getting more hectic. I want to finish this and my other stories before I decide what I want to do with this account.

I don't own Romeo and Juliet, or the Sisters Grimm.

She remembered the first time she had done it. It wasn't something she was inclined to forget any time soon.

Granted, it hadn't been that big of a heist; Nottingham had been his usual self, terrorizing random citizens while they shopped in the market. She remembered being on the roof of a nearby building, watching him swagger up to a fruit stall, snatching up an apple and bringing it to his lips to bite into it.

Time had slowed down for her, and, ever to subtely, she let the small dagger she had been hiding in her sleeve drop into her hand. She threw it, and the hilt of the sword struck his hand, forcing him to drop in the apple.

(In reality, she had hoped the pointed end would spear the apple and strike a wall, but then again, she was never good at throwing knives).

"Who did that?" he had shouted, just as she jumped onto a smaller hut, before leaping to the ground, landing in a crouch. She drew her sword and stood her ground, silently praying that her mask wouldn't fall off. His men had sniggered into their hands at her ridiculous costume. Nottingham, hwoever, was not laughing.

"Who are you?" he had sneered, hand on the hilt of his sword. The crowd watched silently, unsure whether to run or stay.

It was then that she realized that no one would actually see beneath the mask. No one would expect her to act like an adult, no one expected her usual demeanor. No one would ever know what she was like, and no one could tell her how to act. She really could be someone else.

So she smirked and drew her sword. "Your worst nightmare."

Daphne, who had been in the crowd, had pulled some of the magical objects she had smuggled and threw them to the floor, causing them to spark and snap. The crowd, already on edge, shrieked and fled the scene, causing the appropriate amount of chaos that allowed Sabrina to strike.

The fighting was a blur. She thrusted and parried, ducked and kicked their blows. At some point during the fight, she had fallen, Nottingham staring down at her in triumph. Kicked his legs out from under him, she pushed herself up and grabbed a fistful of his cloak, hauling him up from the ground. She spun the man around, the blade of her sword held to his throat. His men stopped, unsure of what to do.

"But you can call me the Blue Phoenix," she whispered in his ear, before shoving him forward. He stumbled into one of the other guards, causing them both to fall over. By the time they had gathered their bearings, she was gone.

Now, as she pulled the mask on again, she couldn't help but feel as if so much had changed since then. (Of course, finding out she was part of one of the most hated families in Ferryport Landing tended to do that, but that was besides the point.)

"So, is this what you do in your free time?"

She jumped and spun around, hand at the hilt of her sword, but stopped when she saw him standing there, arms crossed, mouth thinning with disapproval.

"Oh, yes, I've been in town for only a matter of minutes and I already hear people whispering about some dashing masked fugitive." Charming shook his head. "Now, normally it would be me in that position, but not in this case. You're playing with fire, Lady Grimm, by tempting the fates like this. Honestly, running around with a mask on, saving people in danger...just like you Grimms to be so dramatic."

"Are you going to tell me it's a game, too?" Sabrina sneered. "I get that enough from my grandmother and Canis."

"Yes, the batty old woman and her loyal dog," the prince sighed, rolling his eyes. "Honestly, when I had to stoop so low that I had to work with your family...!"

Sabrina paused, her guard suddenly up. "You...worked for the Grimms?"

"I worked with them," Charming corrected, sounding angry. "Do you not remember me?"

Sabrina raised an eyebrow. "If you're like this all the time, I'm glad I don't."

He ignored the insult, choosing instead to study her closely. "So your grandmother was right," he mused. "You did forget about it, didn't you? She mentioned the nightmares, though..."

Sabrina winced at looked past him, suddenly angry. "That wasn't something for her to share."

"Don't be angry," Charming chided. "She is worried about you."

She eyed him suspiciously. "I thought you hated the Grimms."

"I do," he admitted, "but honestly, I hate the Scarlet Hand even more."

"The...the what?"

Charming's lips thinned, but he shook his head. "That's not the point, I'm afraid. I would advise you not to go out. I've heard rumors about that vile Nottingham getting antsy. There's no telling what he'll do if he catches you, hmm?"

"Humilate and probably torture me and my family, before publicly executing me," Sabrina replied simply, sounding a little bored. "Can I go now?"

Charming's lip curled. "You don't intend to let him go after your family, do you?"

"Of course not," she snapped. "I would rather die before putting them in danger!"

He straightened up, eyes blazing with anger. "And it looks like you will!" he said loudly, not quite shouting, but not speaking quietly either. "You want to be the martyr? Go ahead. This revolution is supposed to bring a power-hungry family to justice, not reinstate an equally selfish family!"

Her temper was coming dangerously close to snapping. "Excuse me," she said stiffly. "I have better things to do than argue with you." She brushed past him, resisting the urge to strike him in the jaw. Just as she reached the door, it had already opened, revealing Snow.

"Sabrina?" Snow asked, quickly taking note of her angry demeanor. "What happened?"

She snorted; she could hear the man's angry footsteps following her. "You were right to avoid him, Snow," Sabrina sneered, just as Charming entered the room. "I've never met anyone so unreasonable in my life."

Snow visibly stiffened as Charming stepped foot into the room. Sabrina glanced over at him, taking note at how his eyes visibly widened, and his cheeks flush.

Oh, you have got to be kidding me.

"What, were you two betrothed?" she asked rudely. She instantly regretted it when she saw Snow's cheeks color, and how Charming's ever-present scowl deepened.

"I have to go," Snow said quietly. "Mr. Seven should be waiting for me outside."

"Seven!" Charming exclaimed, a little too loudly. "Where is that dwarf? I was looking for him last night, but he never came come! Honestly, the nerve of that man-"

"He was helping me," Snow interrupted. "I asked for his assitance, since I clearly couldn't ask anyone else."

Her sharp tone even made Sabrina wince. It appeared as if Snow hadn't even noticed her attire, seeing her so flustered and angry at the man. Charming opened his mouth, but Snow just gave him a brief nod, before turning out the door. After a moment, the man sighed in defeat, before turning on his heel and retreating to another room.

Sabrina stared at the room for a moment, slightly stunned. "What happened between them?" she muttered to herself.

Some people whisper about there being a spy amongst us.

Her eyes snapped towards the mask grasped in her hand, suddenly very, very afraid.

Arresting men on the streets...

Her little sister was still out there. If she had to send another message...

So be it.

She'd take all the risks necessary. They weren't going to hurt her family, or her friends.

She slid on the mask, grinning as she did so. Though there was nothing magic about it, something about it filled her with a different kind of confidence. No one knew her, no one would recognize her. She always took precautions to make sure no one got a good look at her face, and could blend into a crowd easily. She was different, she was someone other than Evan, or Sabrina. She could be free, she could be reckless.

Nottingham would have to get through her first. As she secured the mask, she smirked at the thought.

That is...if he can catch me.

Okay, maybe he was a little too excited for this future match coming up.

But honestly, when you were getting ready to teach a peasant a lesson in respect...well, who wouldn't be? Puck tried to keep that in mind throughout all of dinner.

His father had had no right to say any of those things-

Honestly, he didn't know anything about this...Moth girl, and he didn't plan to. He was aware that she had been around for several years. Well, he was, after being constantly reminded by his mother, and oh, he should really learn to pay attention to his surroundings...

Who cared?

He was itching for a fight, whether it be with the peasant boy, his brother, or even his father. That last option, though, would probably not be the smartest...

How dare he speak to him that way?

Just as Puck was going to get into a debate with himself, the door or opened, catching him off guard.

"Who is it?" he called out. "I already told you, I'm not-"

"Padon my intrusion, my lord."

Puck's mouth dropped in surprise. "Er...Moth."

He had hardly spoken a word to her, but here she was, watching him with a slight apprehension. For a moment, he felt bad for her. After all, it seemed like she was being dragged into this marriage, too.

For a moment, at least.

"What do you want?" he asked rudely.

"I...wanted to apologize for dinner." Moth lowered her head, looking rather...sheepish.

That was it? It was her fault in the first place, how dare she-

"It's not like you actually did anything," Puck said flippantly. "My father is always like that; I'm used to it. How about we just say we're getting married, hmm? Free reign for me and you. You get the title of 'Queen', I don't actually have to do anything for you or with you. I think it's a fair trade."

Moth sighed and shook her head. "My Lord, I'm not permitted to do that. Even if you don't agree to it, it's already been decided. Our marriage..."

"What, do you want to marry me?" he asked snidely. By the way her cheeks colored, Puck believed he already had his answer. Wrinkling his nose in disgust, he unfurled his wings. "I have somewhere to be. Don't try to follow me."

"But, your Highness-"

"Don't."

Before she could make any further arguements, he crouched low and jumped up, his wings flapping and carrying him out of the room.

It wasn't until she hit age eleven did she start noticing how pathetic she was.

It was simple, at first. Daphne would try to come up with ideas that would get them out of trouble, but she had been dismissed without hesitation. It was like she was just there for decoration.

What's the point in being a hero if you're just stuck being a child?

Daphne marched through the crowd, a hood over her head to protect her from any wandering eyes.

Sabrina had needed her help, becoming that stupid Blue Phoenix. Daphne had found out by complete accident, but she had been elated to find out that her sister was trying to do something good. Of course, Sabrina refused to let her have anything to do with it. It wasn't until she threatened to go to their grandmother that she relented, but warned her to stay out of sight.

You're pathetic, a small voice in her mind snickered. Not even your own family will take you seriously. It's no wonder they didn't tell you the truth.

How long had Sabrina known, Daphne wondered, her mood souring as she kept walking. How long had it been kept secret to protect her? After all, she thought bitterly, she was just a stupid kid without a clue to the world around her. It was better to just leave it to the adults.

Her thoughts were inturrupted when she crashed into someone's back. The person only glared at her, before returning his attention to the spectacle before him. Daphne blinked at the crowd that had gathered, frowning at their sudden silence. Nothing like this ever happened, except-

"Attention, people of Ferryport Landing!"

Oh.

Daphne tugged on her hood so it would cover her eyes, ducking under the arms and worming her way to the front.

It was Nottingham, sword in one hand, and in the other, clenching a very tiny man by the collar of his shirt. His face was bruised and bloodied, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, but he was breathing. Daphne frowned; she hadn't ever seen him around before. She would've remembered seeing someone like him...

"We were directly informed of a large crowd penetrating the Barrier," Nottingham announced loudly. "Years ago, the Grimms were overthrown, a certain group of Everafters found a way to temporarily lower the Barrier! Did they free us? No! Instead, they fled, trapping us in this cursed town, to rot in this personal hell!"

The crowd remained silent.

"This is the start of something we believe will try to overthrow our great Lord Oberon," Nottingham continued. "There would be no possible way for them to know what was happening. Why would they care about their fellow Everafters, after abandoning them so quickly?" He paused dramatically, and the man groaned. "This dwarf served those vile Grimms years ago. Why would they come back now?"

No one answered, but the crowd whispered, starting to grow anxious. Nottingham's wicked smile grew bigger.

"The Grimms," he drawled, letting his voice trail off, "are still alive."

The crowd's mutterings grew into loud shouts, a mix between shock and outrage. Daphne flinched as someone jostled her; she didn't dare look up.

"We thought they were gone, when the last of the Grimms fled the town for their lives," Nottingham continued. "We thought that they had left something, anything behind that still let the Barrier remain upright." He lifted the dwarf higher off the ground, turning his wicked gaze on him.

"They are still here, alive and well. They plan on overthrowing Lord Oberon, to reclaim a title they should have never had," Nottingham snarled. "Today, as I mark this day to search for the Blue Phoenix and the Grimms, I will show them what kind of welcome they can expect!"

He raised his sword, and Daphne's blood turned to ice. The dwarf's eyes opened, looking confused as he took notice of the crowd.

This is the kind of welcome they can expect.

Daphne lunged forward just as Nottingham brought down his sword.