(A/N: FINISHED! WOOOOH Happy birthday, Miss Fu, you sly dog, you! I hope EVERYONE enjoys this chapter.)

Little Red

Maka Albarn—Granddaughter extraordinaire. She didn't know what she had expected when she had first waltzed through the woods, delivering cookies to the old biddy. She was eight and as independent as ever, Her favorite red hoodie much too big for her. Her only living grandmother (in this country at least) was her father's mother and honestly, she had assumed a "like-mother-like-son" situation.

But, Maka should have expected something completely different. Her grandmother was a snarky old lady, Scottish and mean. She did not take shit from anybody, Maka's father included. Whenever Maka showed up at her little cottage in the woods, cookie basket in hand, she was promised embarrassing stories about her father and a cup of coffee—something her father would never let her have.

Now, Maka was 18-going-on-19 and her grandmother was an ancient, gnarled old thing still living in the dark center of the woods.

One day, Maka was riding her bike through the woods, basket hanging from the handle bars, pig-tails flapping in the wind with her over-sized red sweater. Unfortunately, she had only grown in height over the years, her skinny and lithe body up for any sort of athletic challenge.

She arrived at her grandmother's cottage and leapt from her bicycle, its wheels covered in mud and foliage. Maka, calm and collected even under the dark shade of the trees around her, walked up to the front door and rapped sharply on the wet, rotting wood of the front door. There was a second's pause, and then the door was flung open. A short and squat woman, half of Maka's height and with hair like fairy floss stood in the doorway. She was in surprisingly good shape for a woman of 94. She did not want or need a walker of any kind and still frequented the over-grown garden outside the little house.

Maka was about to exclaim how happy she was too see her grandmother again when the old woman circled a firm and wrinkly hand around her forearm and dragged the girl inside. Maka shrieked in surprise just as the door slammed shut behind her.

"Cannae stay outside fer too long, girlie," Her grand mother hissed from between thin lips.

"Wha?" Maka gasped, stumbling her way to a little armchair that had unofficially been declared her own over the past decade.

"Them Faerie folk be actin' oop again, lov."

Maka cringed. It wasn't like she didn't believe in "Faerie folk"—her grandmother had practically raised her on superstition. Instead, she rather feared the consequences of being in the forest during a time when the "Faerie folk be actin' oop again."

"I tell yer Da that he should keep ye fram comin' oop 'ere fer a while, but that great lummox dannae listen to me."

"That asshole," Maka grumbled from her position on the couch.

"Aye, I couldn' agree more. But it be best if ye dannae stay 'ere long, girlie. The Faeries will surely com fer someone as young and in tune with the ferrest as ye."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Maka asked, looking at her grandmother warily.

"I may 'ave made a mistake when I told ye all them sterries, lass. Ye know so much aboot 'em now and they know just 'ow dangerous tha' can be fer 'em."

Maka sighed. "I better leave then," She said. She definitely didn't want to be around when the Faeries noticed her presence.

"No, wait! Ye need protection!" Her grandmother cried, scrambling for her trunk in the corner of the room.

"S'okay, Gramma. I'm wearing red." She said, referring to the red sweatshirt her grandmother had made for her to repel faeries.

"Tha' might not be enough this time, girlie," Her grandmother said as she pulled out a chain wth a little stone on the end. The stone seemed to change color in the light, shifting from the darkest red to the palest blue.

"Take mah Faerie Stone, lass. It will help ye," Her grandmother said, tying the necklace around Maka's neck.

"Right," Maka answered. She knew what it meant when her grandmother freaked out about Faeries running amok in the forest. It meant "get out" and that was exactly what she was planning on doing.

She nodded at her grandmother and bolted out the door, her grandmother howling after her, "Be swift and canny, girlie! Dannae le' 'em catch ye!"

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Swift and canny, she was. As for paying attention to where she was going? Not so much.

And so, Maka Albarn ended up pacing in a clearing, her bike propped against a large tree. She clutched the flashing stone around her neck, dappled green light piercing through the forest canopy turning it a odd purple color. It was getting darker and all she had to eat was a granola bar sitting in her basket—which was at her grandmother's cottage.

However, it seemed like her charm was working. Well…for the most part.

A shape flitted through the trees surrounding Maka's clearing as she sat down on a mossy rock to think. Red eyes glared at her from the bushes. Snowy fur shifted silently with a ripple of muscle and sinew.

"Well, well, well," A voice said. It was deep and rumbly, like a growl, or maybe even a purr. "What have we here?"

Maka stumbled off of her seat and spun around, fists raised to protect herself if need be. Just as she turned, a tall shape stepped from the shadows, snowy hair and crimson eyes shocking Maka into silence. A man. Tall and foreboding, wearing a black leather jacket over a t-shirt and jeans. His feet were bare, stepping silently over undergrowth

"Little Red Riding hood seems to have stumbled into my territory," The man said. He took a step closer and Maka stumbled backwards. "I can smell Faerie on you, little one. I can taste the magik pouring from your soul.

"Who the heck are you?!" Maka said, fists still raised to fight as she took another step back and he advanced.

"I am Soul Eater, little one. We've been looking for you for a long time now."

"Who are "we"?!" She cried frantically as she tried not to trip over a stone protruding from the ground.

"Why, Faerie folk of course," The man growled, lips stretching over fantastically sharp fangs.

Maka gasped as her back hit up against a tree. "But the stone—"

"Mmmm…Oh, yeah. I remember that thing," The man said, finally coming close enough for her to feel his heat as he placed his hands against the tree on either side of her head. "Been a pain in my ass for centuries."

"Centuries?!"

"Oh, you smell nice," The man said, leaning in and brushing his nose against the skin of throat. "You smell like wolf."

"WHAT?!" Maka cried, pushing him away. She screeched her shock when he just came back again at a blinding speed. "I do not smell like wolf!"

"Yeah. You do. But even better, you smell like alpha," He growled the last word into her ear and she shivered. "Do you know how long I've been waiting for you?"

"H-how long?" She asked meekly, long since giving up on pushing him away. Now, she was trying to melt into the trunk of the tree behind her. Boy, was that working just great.

"Too long," He murmured. And then Maka felt something warm and wet snake it's way along the shell of her ear.

Maka whimpered.

"What's your name?" The man called Soul Eater growled into her ear as he pressed his hard body closer to hers.

"Maka Albarn," She said softly, compelled by something she could not define.

"Mmm, what a nice name," He chuckled. Then, he nibbled on her ear with his sharp fangs and Maka could only gasp hot in his ear, something he apparently approved of because he was doing it again, his body suddenly slamming hard against her as he thrust his whole being toward her center.

He suddenly grabbed her thigh, lifting her leg up and slinging it around his hip. She felt what could only be sharp claws digging into the bare flesh of her thigh and then suddenly his hands were on her ass and he was lifting her hips up against his. He growled nonsense in her ear. And then she heard something that made her shudder against him. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, little one. I've waited too long for a mate, girl. I've waited too long and now I'm gonna fuck you and mark you and you'll be mine."

At his words, Maka slung her other leg over his hips and he slammed her harder against the tree trunk. Maka moved to rip off his jacket as he swiveled his hips against hers, the motion bring his rock-hard cock to rub against her center. Maka moaned loudly, head tossed back and Soul Eater dived in to ravage her pale neck. "My, what big teeth you have," Maka gasped.

"All the better to eat you up, my dear," He growled.

Maka moaned again when he bit down hard on the junction where shoulder met neck. She would have a scar there, but for now she did not care.

Her hands tangled in his hair and brushed over his ears "My, what big ears you have," She smirked.

"All the better to hear you scream," He whispered as one hand grabbed her ass and the other palmed an aching breast. Maka did not scream, but she shouted her pleasure anyway.

Her fingers curled in the dark fabric of his shirt and he grunted as she hissed through her teeth and ripped it off of him. He almost dropped her with the force of her undressing him, but it didn't matter because this girl was flexible and her mouth was on his neck. She bit him too, though her mark didn't draw blood, and he let out a shaky groan as her blunt, human teeth dragged their way across his chest where she latched onto a nipple and teased and licked and bit.

"Little Red Riding Hood, you dirty girl," He said, his voice a mix between a chuckle and a throaty moan. She responded with an especially hard bite and he retaliated with an especially hard thrust of his hips. He ripped her sweater off as she gyrated against him, grunting something about how he "hated the color red."

"You are a faerie. Faeries hate red," She panted, raking her nails down his bare chest.

He moved his hips harder and faster against hers, his lips pressing feverishly against hers, teeth burying in her plump lower lip. He pulled her away from the tree, her legs still locked tight around his waist and lowered her to the ground. Maka watched him with bated breath as he ripped off her shorts and panties in one fluid movement, placing her on her hands and knees before him. He pulled his hard cock out of his pants and lunged into her in one hard thrust.

Maka screamed in both pleasure and pain as Soul bent over her kneeling body, moaning through variations of his name as he took her hard from behind.

"I'm going to make you mine, little one," he said again. And Maka moaned her approval.

If there was one thing she was aware of, it was how fast things had happened. It was a desperate fuck in the middle of the woods and the fact that this man wasn't even a man but a faerie seemed totally irrelevant in this circumstance.

She was also dimly aware of the fact that she was rocketing toward her climax and that this wolf man was not far behind. His thrusts had turned frantic and disjointed, his breathing hard and hot in her ear. She moaned at the sheer feeling of his cock pistoning within her. Her nails dug into the earth as he whispered her name over and over again, bucking harder with each syllable.

Maka's peak hit her hard and by surprise when he snaked a hand underneath her bra to fondle a bare tit and she screamed out Soul Eater's name as she came, ash blonde hair flipping over her head as she tossed it back in abandon. Soul pumped once, twice, grunting hard each time, before howling his way into his own climax. Together they collapsed onto the earthen floor, Maka down for the count.

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When Maka awoke, she lay at the edge of the forest, her house in sight, her clothes skewed, but back on her body. She was about to doubt the reality of her experience when she felt something wet lap at her cheek. She looked up just in time to see a humongous wolf with fur as white as snow and eyes like twin rubies flash toward the trees. He looked back at her and the look in his eyes promised something. Promised a return and a belonging that Maka knew she would always come back for.