Surprise surprise! I'm back! It's been far too long and I can actually explain that. I've been focusing more on my actual writing outside of fanfics. But I then I thought to myself, "Why can't I do both?"

So here I am, posting my first fanfic in so many years. I hope you peoples will enjoy it. :D

The Color of Her Hair

Chapter 1: Night on the Prowl

Portland at night seemed to hold a certain amount of tranquility to it. No one could put a finger on it, but when the local police weren't running around and chasing whatever felon was on the loose, nights actually seemed kind of peaceful. Few people were walking the streets and the moon cast its brilliance upon the city.

What a perfect night for some mayhem.

Strolling out of a rather hectic bar, he searched the immediate vicinity for any signs of her, breath hitched beyond belief. She had gotten him so worked up in there and he couldn't take it anymore. There was only so much teasing he could take before he snapped.

The way she looked at him as she downed her drinks.

The way her voice was absolutely dripping with sexiness.

The way her body was poised for him, wanting him as much as he wanted her.

It was taking all of his willpower to not sniff her out and pounce on her.

Sweating, his eyes glowed bright red in anticipation. His patience and restraint was running thin. He needed to find her. And fast.

He dashed across the block, red eyes scanning the area with utmost desparation. Of the few people that were walking around at night, she wasn't one of them and he let out a curse. Time was running out and he needed her! NOW!

Then he saw it.

Underneath the glow of a streetlight, he saw a flash of red as a nearby woman strolled into an alleyway.

Losing all restraint, he woged-taking on the fierce visage of a Blutbad-and eagerly dashed to her. He ran across the street and into the alleyway, unable to keep playing this game any longer.

He needed her so much. He craved her touch. An embrace. A kiss. Anything to quench the fire burning inside of him right now.

And at long last, he got his kiss.

But not one he was expecting.

Well, it was still a kiss of sorts.

But instead of his lips, it was the base of his throat that was kissed.

And instead of her lips, he was kissed by the long, sharp blade of a katana.

Ouch! What a way to go!

Anyways, it feels nice to be back. What did you think of this chapter? Pretty Grimm, huh? XD

Hope you enjoyed! :)