Not All Fairytales are Grim

A/N: I own nothing, boohoo. I do own any OC's, if that means anything

This is by no means my first fan fiction, but it is my first Grimm one! I have to dust off my old murder case ideas from my Bones days. I really love Monroe and exploiting his humor, which you will hopefully see. I hope you enjoy! I wrote a lot of this while listening to My Little Pony songs. No regrets!

A Meeting and the First Taste

You have to let her go, Nick; you have to let her go.

It was just sun down, but the last little tendrils of light were still pervading the city streets. I kept to the shadows. The crisp fall air floated to my nose. I stopped dead in my tracks and quietly observed my surroundings. I was by an outdoor café; it was empty save one couple. The woman was breathing heavily with red-rimmed eyes. The man held his head in his hands. I drew in a deep breath. It was the woman. The smell overpowered my defenses and I lost control of my guard for a split second. The man's head snapped up, realization and horror in his eyes. He got up from his seat. I turned and ran. My bare feet slapped against the warm concrete with a dull resonance. I ran briefly through a patch of lingering sunlight. It tingled on my bare skin. It wasn't strong enough to hurt, but I still felt it through my haze of adrenaline. I heard the man behind me gaining ever closer. I dodged in a dark alley, thinking of making my escape, but there he was, right behind me. I turned around, hands raised in defense as a blow from his fists struck me clean across the chest. My head thudded against the asphalt and darkness crept in on the edges of my vision.

"Don't kill me. I'm one of the good… ones." I lost consciousness.

I wasn't quite sure if I was ever going to wake up, but soon enough I saw sunlight behind my eyelids. I sat up, my head reeling from the sudden motion. I felt the back of my hair. It was matted with dried blood.

The man from the café sat at a table on the other side of the cramped trailer.

"Jeez!" He jumped at the sound of my voice. "Shut those blinds, will you?" A flood of light fell over my body. I examined my flesh. There was a deep red burn on my arms and legs. It was lucky for me that I awoke when I did.

He scrambled to darken the room. "I noticed the burn," he said frankly.

"And you didn't think to close the blinds?" I scowled. I rubbed my sore arms, wincing at the pain.

"I didn't know what you were."

I nodded and moved to inspect the trailer. He watched me with suspicious eyes. I came across a large wooden cabinet and quickly opened its doors. Immediately I withdrew, dropping low and hissing. Again, my guard dropped and the man was startled.

"Garlic and a wooden stake. We could remove that, couldn't we?" I slammed the door shut and turned to face the man, arms crossed.

"Are you a vampire? I don't remember any vampires in the Grimm fairy tales."

I laughed. "Bram Stoker took care of that one. Dracula and I were… personal friends."

He shook his head in disbelief, "So what were you doing downtown yesterday?"

This reminded me of the growing ache in my teeth and stomach "Looking for dinner when I came across that woman you were with…" I hazarded a guess, "your girlfriend, perhaps?"

"Not anymore." He turned away. After a few seconds he seemed to remember that we were having a conversation. "But dinner, you said?"

"Did she happen to be some kind of criminal? Moral or law wise?" I still had hope. Why deny myself a perfect snack?

He looked aghast again. "No! Why? Don't tell me you plan to eat her?"

I gave him a look of fake hurt. "I don't eat people. I drink their blood. Quite different. But anyways, I try to only kill criminals nowadays. I figure a woman's got to eat, why not help society at the same time? However, it puts a terrible strain on my diet and I have to move my feeding spots around. You hear about any prison break-ins lately? Any dead prisoners?"

He scowled, "I'm a cop. I worked that case."

I laughed heartily, "A cop and a Grimm? Lovely."

The man extended his hand, "I'm Nick."

"Arabelle. I haven't eaten in a week and a half, by the way. That's why you could capture me."

He chuckled weakly and moved to take back his hand, but I held it still. Leaning in closer, I took a deep breath. "You still smell like that woman. It's masking your smell."

"What do I smell like?" I saw the conflict on his face, his curiosity outweighing the absurdity of the present situation. I felt only slightly guilty for taking advantage of his delicate emotional state.

I smiled devilishly, "You really want to know?"

He nodded hesitantly.

I bent my head to his wrist, grazing it lightly with one of my fangs. My tongue darted out to taste…

I reeled away, retching, doing anything to rid my mouth of the taste. He gave me a look of utter surprise, "Are you okay?"

"I've never tasted Grimm before. Its like acid."

Nick rubbed his wrist, "Well, sorry. Do you need to… feed or something?"

I swayed on my feet, the trifecta of hunger, sun poisoning, and Nick's blood draining my strength. "Not… in the sun…" I fell backwards, losing consciousness again.

When I awoke this time, the sunlight was gone and the trailer was empty. I snuck over to the cabinet. The garlic and the stake were pushed to the back. That was a comforting sign. I heard voices outside of the trailer and I sat back on the cot. When the door opened, I pinched my nose. "Dear gods, Nick! You sure got rid of your girlfriend's smell!"

Another man followed Nick inside. "I took a shower!"

I laughed, "You can't hide the smell of your blood with a shower."

The second man stepped from behind Nick. "A vampire! Where do you pick up these types? And why is she still alive?"

"She's a good one. Like us!"

The man stepped forward. "I don't know Nick… with all my experience with vampires, they tend to be a nasty bunch."

I hissed, "The big bad wolf. Who's scared now, puppy?"

He turned to Nick and gestured at me, "See? How rude!"

Nick chuckled, "Monroe, this is Arabelle."

Monroe turned away, "Well she's lazy. Check out that burn all over her body!"

Nick scoffed and ran a hand through his hair, "That's my fault actually. I left her in the sun."

I rolled my eyes, "I'm in need of sustenance-"

"She means blood, Nick."

"-and I need to get going. Thanks for the hospitality, Nick."

His cheeks were red, "Uh, no problem. Sorry for knocking you out… twice."

I shrugged, "Do you want my address? I could help you with cases or monsters sometimes. I have a fabulous sense of smell for blood."

He grabbed a piece of paper and I wrote it down. "Now she's trying to replace me!" Monroe threw up his hands.

I gave Nick a quick wave and ducked out of the trailer. I spun around on the spot, transforming, in a flurry, into a bat. Right before I flew away, I saw a twitch of the curtain falling back into place.


The moon shone weakly over the serene ocean. I usually didn't stray this far for a meal. I was running from something, but what I didn't know. I settled down onto the soft beach, closing my eyes. My surroundings faded into the background and I focused on searching for the telltale sounds of a nearby human.

A few hundred feet away. My need was so great that I hardly had time to find out his crime. I silently invoked an offering to Hades, praying for a criminal. A religious Arabelle? Dracula would laugh,

With a flash, I was next to my victim. I put my cold, pale fingers around his neck, catching him by surprise. In the bare moonlight I saw a plain man with the countenance of a frightened deer.

I smiled, showing him my fangs and forcing my thrall upon him. He closed his eyes. Fangs sunk into flesh. The predator and prey dynamic was established yet again.

A few blissful moments later I wiped my bloodstained mouth on the back of my hand. An adulterer's blood flowed through my veins.