When Nicholas first got the call, he felt the need to ignore it. Being a Grimm in the service of the royals were such a pain in the neck sometimes. Always having to be at the beck and call of those stuck up bastards were not his ideal way of living.
All thanks to you my ever-loving mother he thought with more than a dash of sarcasm.
If only his mother hadn't been caught up with them after the traffic accident that killed his father and surrogate aunt.
She had taken him with her right after she heard the news, and for a long time they had been on the run and they were managing quite fine – at least he thought so.
It would seem that there were more problems than he had thought, but then again – he was only a kid at the time and therefore he didn't really have all the insight into his mother's problems.
He still couldn't phantom why he couldn't just stay with his aunt Marie since it would have been so much easier for him – not to mention that he would have avoided the mess with the royals he was in right now.
A small part of him thought about the fact that his mother would have been dead if he wasn't with her at the time, but he just couldn't find it in him to care about that. Sure, she was his mother and he supposed he should feel kind of bad if she had died, but he just couldn't. After all she had traded him off for her own freedom. What kind of mother would that?
Thanks to her he had spent the last 10 years in the Royals' service being trained and perfecting his Grimm powers. At first, he had been so much against doing their bidding that he fought tooth and nails, screaming at them and refusing to do what they wanted. After more beatings that he could count he concluded that it would be easier to do what they wanted and plot for his escape and revenge in the privacy of his own mind. So that's what he did.
These past 10 years he took the training they provided him with. Struggled every part of the way to be better, stronger and fiercer than everyone else.
There was actually a part of that were pretty proud to confirm that he had reached his goal. He was better than them, he was stronger and he finally had complete control over his powers. He allowed a small smirk to grace his mouth at the thought. Oh, what he wouldn't do to be able to show them just how much more powerful he was now.
He only ever showed them a smidgen of his powers – always be prepared for the worst. Never show them all the cards on your hand. That was about the only useful thing his mother had thaught him, and that was the only advice he lived by now.
The phone kept ringing in the background. With a deep-felt sigh he pushed his companion for the night rather harshly with the result of the other man ending up on the floor.
The blonde male rose up and shot him a rather aggressive glare, but he couldn't find it in him to care.
"Listen," Carl, Clement, Charles? "I've got an important phone call to take. Please see yourself out"
The blonde male furiously wrapped the bed sheet around himself, gathered his clothes up in one arm and stomped out of the room. Please spare me the drama queen act he thought to himself with an eyeroll.
When the male was finally out of the room Nicholas rolled unto his stomach and reached across the bed for his phone on the nightstand.
"What?" he spat into the phone. He recognized the number as Viktor's and he didn't feel like dealing with the pompous git today.
"Nicholas my dear," He inserted another eyeroll here. Never has he been, or never will he be dear to the crown prince. "I need you in Portland, U.S. A royal Bastard has made the town his playground and he's trying to establish a parody of a kingdom over there. I will not stand for it any longer!" He could hear Viktor was on the way to a temper tantrum worthy of Royal toddler, so he was quick to interrupt him.
"Sure, I'll deal with it right away" He hung up the phone and thankfully couldn't make out any of the words Viktor was spluttering.
Before working with the royals – however unwillingly it was – he would have thought they had more class than this. But no. They were all just a bunch of spoiled asses getting upset at not getting their way.
He got out of bed groaning at the slight pain in his back. Even if he didn't remember the name of his partner last night, at least he got a good workout out of it. The blonde male might have been a severe piece of eye candy, but he wasn't that good of a lay. He gave a sigh as he made his way towards the bathroom in his suite. He had had to roll his partner over to ride him as the dumb fuck couldn't even find his prostate. Hmm, come to think about it, that might be why his thighs were hurting more than usual today. Oh well, nothing a hot shower couldn't fix.
After his shower he went about collecting all his weapons and he took great care with his crossbow and his favorite machete. They were always a hassle to get through the different airports, but he figured that since Victor had asked this service of him specifically, the private jet would be made available to him. A small text to the Royal's secretary confirmed this. She also confirmed that there would be a folder ready for him in the plane regarding his mission in the states.
It had been so long since he was there, that he thought he might look up aunt Marie, just for shit and giggles. After all, it wasn't her fault that his bitch of a mother decided she would be a much better caretaker and haul a poor boy all around the world.
Once the plane had taken off Nicholas decided to entertain himself with the folder on his target.
Of course, he had heard about the Royal bastard of the late king Frederick. Well everyone had really. It was the worst kept secret of the court that the bastard lived in the states. However, it hadn't been a problem up until now. He had to let a chuckle escape at the thought of Victor feeling so insecure in his new position that he had to eradicate every living descendent of the king – even the bastards.
Inside the folder were all the information the court had on the bastard. Sean Renard he thought to himself, is a rather handsome bastard. The picture showed a male with sharp aristocratic features and piercing green eyes. There were some newspaper clippings telling a story of how he became the police captain of Portland. The photos there showed a rather tall and well build man looking dashingly regal and like he would demand the attention of any room he entered.
Rather how a Royal should look, at least in his mind.
He spread the papers out unto the table in front of him and found himself studying the paper while leaning his elbows on his thighs and using one hand to stroke his lower lip.
He had to make plans regarding how he would pursue the bastard. It might be fun to try out the seduction before attempting the ruthless way he thought to himself. But then again. I don't know in which direction his taste lies. He allowed himself a few moments of fantasies about that big strong body manhandling his own around a bedroom and found that he rather liked the thought. Of course, there was a note in the folder telling him that the bastard was half zauberbiest, and that put a damper on his seduction plans. The bastard would know he was a Grimm when he looked at him and therefore it wasn't an option to just play the innocent guy flirting with the police captain. Hmm, well I guess I'm forced to confront him the ruthless way then. Inside the folder were all the information the Royals had on Renard. His address, colleagues, even that one speeding ticket he had. It seems that the Royals had been keeping a rather close eye on Renard since he moved to the states.
Nicholas decided that he would visit the man at his workplace to be able to confront the man in a public setting. This would allow him to assess the man's powers in person without it coming to a fight.