This is the part where I beg to not be murdered right?
Ok, hi people, first attempt at a Grimm fic, and I've only seen 1 1/9 of an episode I think. I'm having help from my Grimm (Eddie/Nick) and X-Men half-sister (Logan) EmoPirateRiot. So yes, you will all have to grim and bear it until I've seen more episodes, and I'm not as tired as I was when I wrote this...


The hooded figure looked down at the dead body. The smell of blood and death filled his nose. It was viscously ripped apart, guts spilling out onto the forest floor, blood already soaking into the ground around it. There was barely any darkness left and if he was going to have to report this soon, but not before he got to inspect the body himself.
This was sloppy, sloppy work for a creture, really sloppy work. Most, if he was looking at the work of what he thought did this, it would have been a deer or other form of animal, not a human.
He made sure there was nothing that would raise the local cops' suspisions and just call this a wolf attack, then pulled out a black phone, dialing 911. "911 what's your emergancy?" A female voice came through the speaker.
The guy easily manipulated his voice to sound like he was panicked. "I just found a dead woman," his deep tenor voice confessed. Well lied in a way since he had found her an hour ago.
"Calm down sir, where is your location?" The operater questioned.
The male looked around, "The woods, just outside of town. Due west of the police station."
"Police are en route," the woman said. The teenager shut his phone and then climbed up into a tree near by that would offer him cover when the cops arrived.
It didn't take long for him to hear to seriens of police cursiers close by. Soon enough the popo were flooding the crime scene.
He smirked when he saw a cop, leather jacket, brown hair, pale skin climbed out of a cop car with the words Portland Police printed along the side.
Normally people wouldn't see anything besides a cop, but the person knew better. The individual could hear the conversation between him and his partner. "They say wolf attack, but they found blood that didn't belong to the vic, and it's human blood," the black man told his partner.
The Grimm, and the guy knew the cop was a Grimm, though it didn't worry him in the slightest, looked around the clearing. The teen in the tree knew the Grimm had found a trail, if his nose wasn't fucking with him, it was blood. Of his own kind most likely. "The suspect must have headed into the woods after killing her," he observed.
The black haired teen groaned quietly, letting his head fall back against the tree. Great, just fucking great, now he had to deal with the cops on this, and one was a Grimm. He manged to escape the crime scene without being detected, heading back to Portland.
When he got to the part he was looking for, he found a light brown house with a white picket fence and door. Knocking furiously against it until someone opened the door. The yawning blutbad rubbed his eyes, "What do you want?"
"We have a problem, a Grimm problem."