1. The Littlest Red Hood Part 1


    Date: 10/21/2014, Categories: Supernatural, Author: MadameMolly, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    He had black hair and big green eyes surrounded by thick long lashes. High cheek bones made his face have a more feminine edge to it, but you could never mistake him for a female. Making her way down his face she saw that his lips were full and looked soft, and they were also moving. He had been speaking to her. Smiling at her, he repeated himself, “Hello Cordelia, it’s nice to meet you.” His voice was smooth with just enough bass. “Hello. I’m sorry your name was what again? It’s a little loud.” He leaned into her, “Its Micah.” He was close enough to her that she felt his breath warm on her neck. Her own breath caught and a shudder ran through her. He must have seen it , because he grinned as he turned his head away. “I’m going to get another glass,” Helen said. “You two get to know each other.” “May I?” Micah asked, gesturing towards the wood pile Cordelia was sitting on. “Sure,” she said, and slid over to give him enough room. “I never knew Aunt Helen drank. Is this new?” Micah asked. Cordelia giggled. “No not at all. Don’t get me wrong, she is not the village drunk. She just enjoys celebrating like the rest of them,” she said, motioning towards the crowd. There must have been a look on her face because he asked, “You don’t like to celebrate?” “If I have something to celebrate, then yes. I just don’t believe in celebrating the loss of a life, especially if that life was lost under my lead.” “Oh, you’re with the Red Hoods? I should have guessed by how quickly you pulled ...
    your sword.” Helen came back before Cordelia could answer, and she had brought Cordelia another mug. She took it and took a big swallow to calm her nerves. The band started playing a tune that she loved and she began to hum. Cordelia had loved to dance when she was a little girl. It was one of the non-training things the Bishop had taught her. Her feet were tapping to the beat when Cade walked up to them. “Would you like to dance?” he asked, extending his hand to Cordelia. She took his hand and allowed him to lead her towards the other dancers. He placed his hand on her waist, and away they went. For the first time that night, Cordelia enjoyed herself. Cade knew her better than anyone because they had been with each other almost every day since they were two years old. Cade’s mother felt bad for Cordelia and had offered to raise her, but the Bishop had said no. Instead, Cade’s mother had come to the church to help with her. As her and Cade got older, his mother was their teacher. Cade’s mother had always told him, “Cordelia needs extra prayers and she needs someone to watch over her. You do that for her Cade, you watch over her. She needs a friend and family, you try very hard to be both.” Cade had done his best to be both. Cordelia’s position had made her harder and lately she had grown distant. There was nothing she felt passionate about, and she never showed emotion while on a hunt. She could kill a werewolf child just as easily as a grown male. That was why the werewolves ...
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