The Huntress And The Wolf (The Wolf Among us x Supernatural) (Bigby Wolf x OC)

Cry Wolf Part 1

“You’ve come a long way.” The Crooked Man said. “You must be tired.” Bigby puffed out the smoke from his cigarette and looked around. I glared at Jersey when he took a gun out. “And if my envoys are correct…you haven’t had a lot of rest recently… Please, Sherrif, Miss Lexy…Relax for a moment, will you?” I glared at the Crooked Man before I let the grip on my gun slack. “Do you want a drink? Something to eat?” He’s rather polite for a murderer. “Vivian makes a very nice, very…it’s elegant, really, her Carpaccio. It’s lobster…sirloin…”

“Don’t misunderstand the situation here. We? Are not friends. And you’re in no position to offer us anything.” Bigby said.

“On the contrary, Sheriff…and I don’t wish to contradict you here…but your initiative and mine have been friendly for a long while now.” Crooked Man said. “Ever since I came aboard these shores, you know…Fabletown’s been very accommodating of my humble ventures. Never said a bad word. And that relationship’s worked till these ends.”

“That was Crane who let you do whatever you wanted. I’m. Not. Crane.” Bigby said.

“No, you’re not.” Crooked Man answered. The silence that followed was tense. Bigby threw his cigarette on the ground. Suddenly Jersey stood up and pointed his gun at Bigby. However the second he stood up I pulled out my gun and pointed it back at Jersey. Jersey directed his gun towards me once he saw that Bigby wasn’t the direct threat now.

“What do you think you’re doing?” The Crooked Man said, not liking what was happening.

“They’re gonna-“

“Miss Singer and Mr. Wolf are our guests. And I have every intention of cooperating. So don’t waste the silver. Sit down, Jersey.” Jersey looked between me and Bigby when he eventually lowered his gun and sat down. However I stayed in my position and held my gun towards his head. “Miss. Singer, can you please lower the gun?”

“I don’t know. Will Bigby and I be shot full of bullets of I do?” I asked while glaring at the Crooked Man.

“There will be no shooting, you have my word.” The Crooked Man said. I hesitated for a second before huffing. I let down my gun and put it back in my belt. “Well, Sheriff…For the sake of transparency, why don’t you tell us why you’re here…It would help settle everyone’s nerves, I think.”

“You know why we’re here. You killed those women.” Bigby said.

“What women?” This guy can’t be serious right? How does he not remember the women he has killed!

“Faith and Lily. The girls who worked at the Pudding N’ Pie.” Bigby said.

“Did I now? I assume by your confidence in accusing me, you must have some proof of this, yes? Some allotment of evidence?”

“Big words for a killer.” I said. Shit, in the end we only know what Jersey told us.

“I know you did it.” I refrained myself from face palming. Bigby, with that answer you give away we have practically nothing!

“I’m sorry, Sheriff. I wish you had me dead to rights, I really do, for your own sake. But no…I didn’t kill anyone.” The Crooked Man said. “Those women…I don’t relish telling you that the killing were perpetrated by an employee of mine.” Bigby and I just kept glaring at him. “It’s a very unfortunate bit of business, but…I promise you that the matter will be dealt with. Internally. I just want to settle the issue for you.”

“’An unfortunate bit of business’? You’re gonna tell me right now who killed them.” Bigby growled.

“Sheriff, I have complete respect for you and your job. I hope you know that. But I simply can’t divulge that information.”