Mr Monroe chapter 1
God I wish the Grimm fandom was bigger I need to feed my inner fangirl! Well I saw that no one had made a Student Nick and Teacher Monroe and since I'm a sick f**k I'm going to do it plus Monroe looks like a history teacher to me anyone else get that feeling… okay maybe not but anyway I hope you enjoy. It will build up in plot and sort of follow the storyline and then get more mature...
I DO NO OWN GRIMM (god I wish I did)
It was early afternoon as Edward Monroe sat in his living room and played the cello after eating a well-balanced vegan lunch and doing meditation, he knew after his cello practice he would go out for a short run, come home, drink a coffee and then mark some history papers before settling down for bed. Yes his life was in accounts boring and that's just how he liked it. Because in a boring life no one got their heads ripped off and eaten, nope things like that didn't happen in a twenty six year old, history teacher, cello player reformed blutbads life. Nope. No it didn't.
Monroe's gentle symphonies were interrupted by a moving van with a trailer pulling up on the drive to the house next to him. It wasn't the van or the trailer than interrupted him really it was more like the women shouting.
"CAREFUL, CAREFUL! Oh come on I haven't got all day. Don't run with that! And don't you dare touch that." To Monroe the women sounded middle aged and god damn too loud for his sensitive hearing.
"Great the last thing I wanted" he sighed and put his instrument away because it was clear he wasn't going to be able to concentrate "noisy neighbours".
The women shouted again and Monroe felt as if he would soon need some pain killers if she was going to carry on. "NICHOLAS FOR GOD SAKE, GET IN THE HOUSE!"
It took a good hour for all the shouting to stop and the moving van to leave and by this point Monroe was painfully curious about his new neighbours. It wasn't that he was nosey or anything he just liked to know who lived around his own territory it was an instinct that all blutbads had and he couldn't den- okay he was nosey.
"Might as well go introduce myself" he thought to himself and as he made his way to the door he hear a car that had also been with the moving van and the trailer pull out of the drive. He looked at the house next door from his own doorstep nervous whether to go and knock but he thought might as well, he could smell someone inside.
Monroe knocked on the door and was surprised by the quick answer and who asked the door. Monroe could feel his eyes widen a little bit as he looked the teenagers up and down, he was a fine piece of work (not in a creepy way he told himself) with the dark hair, stormy grey eyes, a youthful face and strong but slender body, he was a little short but he thought that may be down to the fact Monroe was six foot himself.
"Hello" the young man said in a calm way with a smile that Monroe imagined made teenage girls swoon.
Monroe was day dreaming a little trying to pin point the smell the young man was giving off. It was human, earthly and real nice but something else clung in the air but hell he thought it might just be the smell of the last person who lived here. She had cats so that would explain it.
"uh yeah, hello" Monroe said trying his hardest to look normal as the young man walked him into the house as if he was an old friend "I'm your new neighbour . I live in the house to the right and DIDN'T ANYONE TEACH YOU STRANGER DANGER!"
At the sudden outburst nick turned around from putting the glasses away in the kitchen cupboard and faced his new neighbour "yes" he said all too calmly trying to bug the new man "I was thank you" he smiled again a smile that could break hearts.
"w-well obviously you weren't!" he older man shouted distressed by the answer "you don't even know me and you let me into your house when no one else around, how do you know I'm not some kind of pedo, rapist or burglar". Monroe really didn't want to scare the boy he just wanted him to be more careful of who he let in what if he had been one of those things or worse (a blubad maybe).
"Well" the boy in front of him said "burglars don't tend to attack in the middle of the day dressed in loathers and a sweater vest, pedo or rapist you seem too conserved about personal space because you're giving off the "I'm awkward vibe" I hope you're not because then I'd have to beat you up and call the police. To me you look like a young man in your mid-twenties who dresses and behaves like a much older man to reflex his older lifestyle which is calm, controlled and full of dull hobbies such as cello, I believe you use this lifestyle to stay out of trouble because you have been in it before and never want to be in that position again".
"H-h-how d-did you?" Monroe stuttered in surprise and fear, this by just read him like a book.
"I heard you practising the cello as we drove by" the boy said pleased with himself for working it out "plus this is a very quiet neighbourhood with even lower crime rates and I saw you coming out of your house mumbling to yourself, the rest was guess work really which you've now proved me right on".
Monroe just looked at him for a moment shocked by what the boy had deduced from a few simple things "well" he said finally finding the courage to speak "you seem to know everything about me, but what about you Sherlock?"
The grey eyed boy smiled again happy that his little game hadn't scared his new neighbour away (like the last time, God they almost called the cops) "elementary my dear Watson, Nicholas Burckhardt at your service".
"Edward Monroe at yours" Monroe smiled back. In the back of his mind a little voice was screaming "this is a bad idea" but he blocked it out this kid seemed to be worth it.
After spending a couple of hours of Monroe helping nick to move all of his and his aunts stuff into their new house everything was put away and nick invited Monroe to stay and have a drink. He wasn't too sure how it would look but then decided what the hell and asked for a coffee, once they were sat down on the sofa they began to start talking again.
"So nick" Monroe said sipping his coffee "what high school are you going to be attending and what grade are you in?"
"Well" nick said with an unsure look "I think it was called Oregano state high school and I'm going into 11th grade".
"Really!" Monroe said a little shocked that a boy this smart was only in the 11th grade "you look older, not to be rude or anything but I just thought from the way you speak and act that you were older than 16".
"and that's why I'm Sherlock and your Watson" nick beamed back in all honestly he wasn't surprised Monroe thought he looked older than he was, he was always complimented as a child on how mature and grown up he was but the truth was he had had to grow up fast.
"Oh charming" Monroe sighed "I've known you a few hours and you're assigning me to sidekick, do you have many friends nick?"
"uh no, none really" nick said in a quieter tone "my aunt and I have always been moving around ever since she became my guardian, we're never stayed in one place for more than a couple years and then we move away. I've tried to keep in contact with old friends but it never seems to work and sometimes I guess I'm just a little anti-social to people my own age". Nick hardly know why he had just told Monroe all of that, God he had only known the guy a couple of hours and now he was giving him his life storey. Man he had to be more careful he thought if Aunt Maria knew about this she would-
"Nicholas, who's this?"
Monroe turned his head to see a middle aged women problem in her late thirties or early forties. In her hands she carried two grocery bags. She looked at nick with an icy glare and then turned around and gave Monroe one of pure death. In one moment Monroe knew exactly what she was and it chilled his core, he recognised the smell that was not of the cat lady before then and he remembered the scary bedtime stories his grandmother had told him when he was young, his childhood nightmare was coming true all he could think to do was scream…
"GRIMM!"
cliff-hanger! wow I bet you didn't suspect that. so let me know what you think I really want some feedback before I post the next chapter and if you do give me a review I will make sure I take on what you say and thank you. until next time my friends