Prologue - There's No Avoiding Fate

Hey guys! This fanfiction idea actually came to me after a really weird dream that made absolutely no sense. However, the story idea did, and I really wanted to get it on here! Don't worry, all my other stories on here will be worked on. I know I said Unfairest would be coming next though, and so I apologize that it's not up. It'll come up after I finish one of my other stories though, I promise. c:

This is another AU story, although it does have a Grimm curse. It's just very different from the one in the story, and more information will be given as the story goes. Hopefully you guys like it!


She had prayed and prayed and prayed about her firstborn child's gender. She had tried everything known to man that might have some impact on it. Anything she could think of or find was used to find any way to sway it and make it what she desperately needed it to be, because it just had to be a boy. It just had to be.

Fate decided to chose otherwise.

She'd screamed whenever the child was brought into the room, and the gender was revealed. Hearing the news that her newborn baby was a girl was devastating. She left the father to be rushed in and hold his firstborn. She didn't even want to look at the girl.

When Sarah finally did turn to look and touch her child, it was to check her back, slightly beneath the right shoulder blade. And as she feared, there it was. The small, black star of the Grimm curse was on her child. It was marking her, claiming her as its own. It was faint though, inspiring some hope and some fear. It had not been activated, but that was only natural. It was a very low chance of having a newborn have the curse already activated. Perhaps if she was kept a secret and out of harm's way, they would stand a chance at making sure it was never activated.

After perhaps half an hour of bickering back and forth, the weary Sarah Grimm gave in to her husband's arguing. She took the baby in her arm, cradling her there and looking down. Despite her disgust, there was a bit of motherly instinct that wanted to love the child because it was her's. It was hard to ignore that.

"What's her name to be, Sarah?" Her husband titled his head as he asked the question, and she knew it was a silent plea for her to help him, and not leave him to raise the child alone.

"Wilhelmina." She said after a moment. She could see that her husband was slightly relieved, but she also sensed that he was unsure if that was agreeing to help him with their daughter or not. She didn't feel like answering the silent question. Not right then, at least. "Wilhelmina Grimm."

She could feel the air buzz with excitement and tension as she gave a name to the girl. The Fae magic in the space around them seemed to be bubbling eagerly with anticipation for this child to grow, and fall prey to the curse. It was as if it knew that she was different than most children, and that excited it. It wanted her, and badly. Very badly. But while Sarah may not have wanted the girl, she certainly wasn't going to give Wilhelmina to the curse.

No, if the curse wanted to claim her daughter, the curse had better be prepared to fight for its right.

She was six years old when the day finally came for her mother's worst fear to come to life. Sarah had told her husband not to do it. Tree-climbing would be a risk, and ever since Wilhelmina was born Sarah had been keeping her away from that. Her husband had done the odd thing every now and then much to Sarah's horror, but for the most part she won out. This time, she didn't.

"Mina will be fine." Sarah had always hated the way he clipped their daughter's name. She knew their daughter didn't like the name, calling it a mouthful. Sarah had said she would have to live with it. Her father, on the other hand, had found a nickname he and Wilhelmina both liked. "I'll be with her the entire time. She won't fall." He laughed away the arguments Sarah had as if brushing off flies.

He was wrong though.

Wilhelmina had been climbing the tree, and as he followed her, she lost her grip on a branch. They were high. Too high. Sarah could see it happen, flashing before her eyes before it did. She plummeted to the ground like a rock, screaming for her father's help. Her father was too far away though. He lunged, barely missing her hand. And she hit the ground with a thickening thud.

She had fully trusted her father, and it had come with a price. Wilhelmina had always disliked Sarah - her own mother - because of the constant risk-free attitude she had and because after so much time of Sarah not seeming to care for her, she seemed to have given up trying to earn her love. Perhaps, if Sarah had tried harder as a mother to love her child and not just keep the curse at bay, she would have been able to keep it all from happening. But Sarah didn't think of that. How could it be Sarah's fault? She had tried to argue with him about it. He hadn't listened. It would be her father's fault, but she didn't want to blame him. She wanted to blame Wilhelmina. It was her fault, all because she was cursed by that stupid, Fae magic!

Now, a pregnant Sarah was seated on Wilhelmina's bed as the somewhat unconscious child lay in pain and agony. Downstairs, her husband paced. Sarah knew he wanted to come up and see the child. She wouldn't let him though. She knew what was coming. He did too. She supposed rather angrily that that was why he wanted to be up here. He wanted to accept. He knew what was going to happen, and he didn't want Sarah to stop it. But she would. She had gone to far to lose now. She was a fighter, and now the biggest battle so far - and perhaps the final - one was upon her.

She'd heard enough from her husband about this Grimm curse. After marrying, he'd bothered to inform her. Not beforehand. Sarah had a hard time thinking that it was possible he could've only found out after. Perhaps she still held it against him, but at the same time, she loved him. However, that didn't matter. What mattered was the curse. The firstborn child of a Grimm - when it was a girl - was always born with a faded, black star on her back, just a little under the right shoulder blade. She would grow, as most children did, rather normally. And then, one day, it would happen. A serious injury would befall them, an injury that would be fatal, even if for a normal child might not die from it. An injury like falling from a high up spot in a tree. And then the Fae Price himself would come along. He would offer healing for the girl, in exchange for taking her away on her sixteenth birthday night. Not only that, but if a person had been involved in her injury, - only one person could make this case, so if multiple were then the most major one would be considered this - the Prince would ensure with his magic that he or she would not survive for harming his prize, his precious item. Once the girl was healed, the star would no longer be faint. It would look like a fresh, black tattoo after it had healed.

Trembling slightly at her thoughts, Sarah realized all she could do was wait for the Prince to arrive.

Just moments after she thought about him, he arrived. It was in a cloud of black smoke that he appeared in the room. He leaned against the wall so carelessly, as if he owned the place. A black suit with black boots, black gloves, and a black cape to match were his clothing, although his usual silver crown was lacking. Perhaps he didn't like to wear it on the human plane. His black hair was stylishly messy as if to impress girls, although Sarah could see no point in being like that. But his eyes were the catch. His icy chips that he called eyes stood out, as did the pale skin.

"I can help her, you know." His icy blue eyes met Sarah's golden ones, and his confidence met her anger. "I won't harm her."

He wouldn't harm her yet. Sarah added that part bitterly in her head. He would bring lots of harm her way later, if she allowed the curse to take its claim on Wilhelmina.

As if on cue with what the Prince said, Wilhelmina groaned in her bed, tossing slightly for a few moments before going still once more. Whether the child was awake or asleep, Sarah didn't know, but she didn't care right then. Instead, she cringed at the noise. This wasn't fair! She had tried everything to stop this!

"No." Finally, Sarah spoke up. "I won't let you have her."

"Pure stubbornness?" He shook his head sadly, like a school teacher that was disappointed in a student's response to scolding. Of course, he probably was disappointed by her answer. Not that he would give up that easily. Fae never did, and him being a Prince only doubled the fact that he would want his way. "I know you don't want a cursed daughter. But I'm offering an escape. You'll have no guilt because if you do this, you won't have let her die on your conscious, but you'll still be rid of her. You may not want her, but I do. If you deny me my right to my claim, that little one," He points one finger at her belly, "will not be safe, boy or girl."

That thought made fear spread through her body, but she refused to show it to him. She would not give him that satisfaction. "N-" Still, she tried to argue.

However, the Fae Prince knew she was yet again about to deny him the right. So, he interrupted to lay down the final card. "Your husband dies either way." That thought made her blood run cold. She wanted to scream every foul thing she knew at this boy, who was waltzing in and ruining everything. But she was frozen by what she was hearing, and even if she didn't want to be hearing, she couldn't bring herself to cover her ears. "I know you are harboring quite a bit of silent hate for your daughter. I can feel it coming off you in waves, and I'm sure Mina," She shuddered at the way the name rolled off his tongue, especially because it was the nickname she hated so much, "can pick up on it too. I'd be quite surprised if she didn't. She's practically a full Fae." His meaning was clear. For all they knew, she was. It all depended on whether or not her half-Fae father passed a Fae gene or a human gene. "If she lives through what the curse will bring, she'll have no reason to ever return to, unless for some reason she absolutely has to. If she dies - as everyone else has before her - then it'll be much more painful than this."

Wilhelmina stiffened, but Sarah payed little attention to her daughter's fear. She was still caught by the one thing the Prince had said.

"My husband will die either way?" There was a whimper in Sarah's voice as the realization finally hit home.

"He caused a cursed Grimm to girl to be injured, so yes. After all, that injury is the thing that activated all of this. All that's left is for you to agree to the curse."

He said it so casually. It stung Sarah's heart, and while her motherly instincts screamed for her to not hand her child over to this beast and let the curse claim her, because she had done so much fighting, the rest of Sarah's ind said otherwise. "She's yours. Do what needs to be done, then go."

The Prince walked over to the bed, smirking at Sarah before he sat beside Wilhelmina. Sarah shuffled over to the edge of the bed and stood up, to get away from the Fae Royal and so that she wouldn't get in the way. More for the former reason though.

"Hello, Mina." The silkiness that entered his voice as he began to talk to her was almost frightening.

"W-Who are you?" The poor girl's voice quivered as she stared up at the Prince's face, but he took on a very pleasant attitude.

"Sh, it's okay. I'm Prince Teague, Mina." His smile looked so natural, but Sarah wasn't fooled. She knew he was trying to make sure the girl didn't see him as a threat. He wanted to make a good impression. "I'm here to help you."

"Hel-Help me?" Her eyes widened a bit. "Your conversation with M-Momma didn't sound li-like helping me."

So Wilhelmina had heard it all. Did she understand it all? Not likely. But some of it? Almost definitely. She was good at putting puzzle pieces together.

"I'm going to heal you. And then a long time from now, I'll visit again and you'll come with me on a little..." He purses his lips as he tries to find a good word to describe the torture she'll go through without telling her that, "adventure."

"Adventures are good." She nods her head, and I stifle my sigh. A reckless fool. That's what my daughter is.

"Good. Am I allowed to heal you?" He asks for her permission so as not to scare her - although I'm sure he'd heal her no matter her answer - and she nods.

He sets a hand to her chest, and her eyes widen as his hand begins to glow black. The healing has begun. There's no turning back now, because now that the Prince has started his healing, the curse has been activated. I have no doubt that if I check her star, it'll no longer be faint. He moves on to her head and neck, then her legs and arms. She doesn't speak, too shocked to see a thing from fairytales that actually exists. But she doesn't know about Fae. Now she will. The healing seemed to take forever, however in reality it only took a few minutes. After the Prince checked over all her injuries and made sure none of the blows she suffered were still there, he stepped back and seemed to approve of his work.

"Take good care of her." There was a silent warning and threat behind that statement, and then he was gone.

A loud thud goes off downstairs, and Mina sat up finally at that, startled. "Momma, what was that?" The fact that that was the first question out of her mouth surprised Sarah, but perhaps she was starting simple out of confusion.

"That was your father, Wilhelmina." She stated the fact bluntly. "He's dead."

Tears streamed down her cheek as she shook her head in denial. "No!" She leaped out of her bed, rushing for the door - all healed, just as the Prince wanted - to get downstairs.

Sarah grabbed her before she could get out of the room, stopping her in her tracks. "No, Wilhelmina."

"I won't believe you! I won't believe you!" Her eyes were scrunched shut as tears flowed down her cheeks, and she kicked her legs as Sarah lifted her into the air.

"Yes, you will!" Sarah screamed at her, and the poor girl jerked away as if she'd been slapped. Sarah had never slapped the girl in her life. She didn't intend to start now. "Wilhelmina Grimm, we are going to pack up our stuff, and we are going to move away. You are going to go to a public school. You are going to do well there. You are going to practice for the torture you will go through after your sixteenth birthday night, and prepare to fight the Grimm curse that will ultimately bring about your death. You are a Siren, and you are going to take this news like one. You won't cry. You will be strong, and you will understand that you are cursed, and that means that I will want as little contact with you as possible. Is that understood?"

And ever intelligent Wilhelmina just nodded her head, although the tears still streaked her cheeks.

"Then go!" Again Sarah shouted, again Mina flinched as if slapped, and then she ran away down the stairs, no doubt to go get comfort from her father.

She won't find comfort there. He was going to be lying there, cold and dead on the ground. There would be no physical sign of death. Anyone who wasn't Fae would look at it and assume he died of a heart attack, or something equally ridiculous. They always seemed to blame stuff on that. And anyone who was Fae would know - or find out - that he was a Grimm, and would manage to connect the dots when they realized Wilhelmina existed.

There's no sadness in her heart. Sarah could only feel anger, and that dulled any pain she felt, or any other emotion for that matter.


Okay, that was actually kind of tough to write! Third person is a hard perspective to write for me, so I'm proud I finished it. The rest of the chapters will be first person, but I felt the prologue should stand out and be a bit different. c:

What did you guys think of the story concept so far, and of everything that happened so far? I'm super hyped for this story as I have so many ideas for what I can do. c: Any opinions would be wildly appreciated! I look forward to reading any reviews left!

Speaking of reviews - like every other story - I won't update until at least three reviews are given, so please do review! c:

~ Dagger