AN: I just wanted to write grimm werewolf Oscar that attended Beacon with Ruby and this happened. Tags, including ships, will be added as the story progresses. I can't believe I took the title from a Little Mermaid but, hey, it fit. Please read and review.

He watches from the shadows of the wood as the children walk towards the soldiers. The children, a solemn boy in the colours of the forest and the other a girl with rosy cheeks and hair like fire, send a wary look towards him. They are uncertain. They've traveled with him for so long, been protected by him for so long, that they don't know what will happen to them if they leave. He motions for them to keep moving, head nudging in the direction of the soldiers who wisely keep their weapons aimed at him.

It is only the woman in white that keeps their bullets at bay. She lingers between the precipice of the base and the forest, keeping one hand on his side.

"Th-THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING!" the girl shouts, the sheer volume causing the boy beside her to jump. The boy sends his own gratitude, nodding his head profusely. "WE WON'T FORGET YOU! EVER!"

A part of him pulls painfully as the children link hands and walk away from him, small figures growing even smaller.

"I hadn't expected for it to be difficult as it was getting Nora and Ren to leave you," the woman in white says. "They truly did love you, despite what you are."

Love? A thrum resounded through him, like the thrill of the chase yet calmer. Ah, it would seem he loved the children back. He didn't look like them. Four legs instead of two. Fur instead of skin. They had been able to look past that and muster up the will to love such a monster like him.

He focuses back on the children, now being escorted by some soldiers. One of them even takes off their coat to drape around the children's shoulders. He had been lonely for a very long time. He would miss the ring of the girl's laughter as she swung across tree like a Hell Monkey and the boy's cool temperament as they traveled through the forests

"But it would seem you would miss them too," the woman in white goes on. "This must be the hardest on you because you know there's no place in their world for something like you."

Her words cut deeper than any weapon. He stoically gazes out towards the camp. The children are gone now, hidden behind walls meant to keep him out.

"Because grimms are meant to kill humans and humans are meant to hunt grimms."

Is she done? He throws a irritated look towards, growling lowly. She is unfazed by this, face blank and cold as ice. Her glacial eyes have something in them that's softer that he has rarely seen. Is it sympathy?

He's never meet a beautiful human until he saw her. Hair as white as snow, lips as pearly as dew hanging off a leaf and skin as smooth as flower petals. However, he knew from experience that the most beautiful things were the deadliest and this woman in white was no exception. After all, had it not been for the children, she nearly would have killed him. He had a scar above his nose to attest to that.

"When I was younger, there was a book I quite loved. It was the tale of two girls who moved into a castle with a father who hated them. They only had each other until they managed to attract the attention of the lord of the mountain on which their castle was built on. Together, they had adventures and days full of joy. However, they had to grow up and leave the lord of the mountain behind so they could have their own adventures. I had always wanted a friend like that."

The woman in white rests her head on his fur. He can't see her head. He can tell that there's more to the story than what she is telling him.

"I had to grow up eventually. I was never going to get a friend like the lord of the mountain." There's a sad edge to her voice. What kind of life did the woman in white have? He wanted to ask. The words were not able to form in his throat. All that came out was a whine.

The woman in white moves, boots making prints in the snow as she leaves, just like the children. "You know the lord of the mountain had a name. Oscar. It suits you."

Oscar thinks so too.