This is my first piece for Grimm. I ABSO-FRICKING-LUTELY love this show! It's so incredibly amazing. I'm still waiting for them to give it a category here. I sent a request in :) This is a EddieOC that starts pre-series. This first part is when he's in his early twenties. I own nothing except for Sophie and the term katzetier. Please don't steal either of them.
College was the first time that Eddie Monroe tried to mainstream. He'd said goodbye to his parents, promised his mother that he'd call as often as possible, and then moved three states away from his family. It was tough and the first couple months he thought he'd go crazy and ended up spending several nights with a bottle of something cheap and strong but by the end of his first semester he'd started to get into the swing of things. He was older than most of the "kids" in his classes, almost twenty-one by Christmas of his first year, but he didn't let that bug him much. He got himself a small apartment off campus and a job working at the little, local bookstore. By the start of his sophomore year, he'd managed to fall into a solid routine that gave him that "normal" life he'd been wanting. Then, she came into his store one day and it all went to hell.
She was younger than him, probably about nineteen. She was tiny, barely passing five feet, and had fine features. He could tell that just from peering at her from where he was restocking shelves. Her cheekbones were high, her hair was a shiny honey blonde piled on top of her head in a bun, her figure was that hourglass shape he'd always appreciated in women, and the bright red lipstick she was wearing caught the wolf's attention, causing it to stir. Then, he caught a whiff of her and his nose wrinkled. Katzetier - cat, that was all he could smell and he had to resist the urge to growl. He'd managed to avoid most…"people" like him. He knew if he started hanging out with other blutbaden, he'd slip. But now he had a katzetier in his store and he was less than thrilled to say the least. He'd never had to encounter a katzetier before but he'd heard enough. They generally didn't mix with blutbaden and with good reason. From the stories he'd heard, any interactions between the two generally ended badly. Something about that typical cats versus dogs idea. He'd believe it; he barely liked regular old cats.
The girl - the katzetier - gave him a small smile from the doorway when she saw him as pretty much the only person in the shop, her white teeth a striking contrast to that lipstick. Ugh, that lipstick. It was killing him ever so slightly on the inside, his hand gripping the bookshelf as he tried to push down the wolf. She started browsing through the stacks, fingers running across the spines of the books she passed. It'd take weeks for the smell of her to fade from the shop, he realized as she got closer. He tried to keep himself busy, putting books back in their rightful places and trying not to think about the cat wandering through his store. It wasn't easy though, especially considering she needed to browse the aisle he'd been working in. He could smell her getting closer and closer with every step she took. Then, she just stopped.
He could feel her gaze on him and listened to her take a quick whiff of the air. He practically could feel her stiffen in her spot as the tension filled the air. He looked down at her - she was that short - and found a pair of hazel eyes staring up at him widely. He watched her take a step back and look him over, bright red lip curling up in distaste. Her hands were wrapped tightly around the strap of her bag and he almost laughed. Did she honestly think he'd try and rob her or attack her or something? Right here, in the middle of his workplace? Then again, his kind didn't have the best reputation. But it didn't matter either way because before he could even think of anything to say to her she'd dashed out the door and was gone. Once she was gone, he went back to the stock room to get some air freshener and try to mask that scent she'd left in the place.
GRIMM
It was about three weeks before he saw the katzetier again. He hadn't thought much of her except for when he caught a faint smell of her on some of the books she'd touched. He'd tried not to let it distract him when he was working but sometimes he couldn't help but feel the wolf scratching its way up. This time he could smell her before she even came into the shop. She was standing outside on the sidewalk, looking through the window curiously. It seemed as if she wasn't sure whether or not she should come inside. She had that bright red lip between her teeth and her hands were shoved into her jacket pockets. He knew she was looking to see if he was there and after a moment she spotted him. He considered just ducking back into the stock room for a bit and just avoid her all together but he was the only one working that day. She simply stood there for a while watching him until he was sick of those big hazel eyes on him. He went out front, asking, "Do you want something or are you just gonna stalk the building all day?"
She took a step back from him, reaching for her bag the same way she had the first time he encountered her. "I've got pepper spray and a taser. And claws." As if she felt the need to prove her point, her claws extended a bit, as sharp looking as any he'd seen on a blutbad.
"O-kay… That would be great and all if I were some deranged maniac, which I'm not."
"But you're a blutbad," she shot back, ice in her voice despite the hint of fear he could see in her wide eyes.
"And you're a katzetier," he said with a roll of his eyes. "Look either come in the store and buy something or go bother some other blutbaden."
He went back into the store and after a minute he heard her follow him in. "I'm only here because I need a book and I can't seem to find it anywhere else." She shoved past him and went to the shelves to try and find what she was looking for. He caught a whiff of katzetier as she passed him, only this time it didn't make his stomach roll. He could still feel the wolf getting restless but not the way it had last time he'd seen her. And that red lipstick - well, it wasn't exactly helping. He tried not to think about it, putting new arrivals onto the shelves across the store from her. It didn't help that it was mindless work; that just meant that his brain free to think about her scent filling the store and how that bright red color on her lips was driving the wolf crazy and the fact that despite her being a katzetier she could easily be considered one of the best looking girls he'd met. Maybe that's what was getting the wolf all riled up.
"Found what I was looking for." He resisted the urge to jump when he heard her, a bit shocked that she'd managed to sneak up on him. He turned, looking down to see just how close she was to him. It was closer than they should've been and a tiny piece of him felt wary over the fact that she still had a tight grip on her bag. But the wolf was starting to get the upper hand and suddenly he found his head bending down to take a long smell of her blonde hair, which was hanging down her back this time. She stiffened up and he realized what he'd done and then she'd disappeared out the door, book still in hand. Oh well. She'd earned a free book for the stunt he'd just pulled.
GRIMM
The rainy days were usually Eddie's favorite ones to work. They were generally quiet and peaceful with only people popping in to get out of the dreary weather. He didn't mind the weather. He'd enjoyed running through the woods in the rain when he was younger. What he hadn't been expecting on the rainy day was for the blonde katzetier to come in. It had been about a month since he'd scared her off when he let the wolf get the better of him and he'd expected her to be gone for good. But then she came into the store, soaked from head to toe thanks to the rain. Her hair was dripping down her back and her clothes were sticking to every part of her skin. And her shirt was a bright red to perfectly match her lipstick, which he couldn't help but ever so faintly growl over. And before he could say anything, she'd walked across the store and pressed her body against his. Her tiny hands slid up over his shoulders and into his hair, pulling him down as she kissed him a purely animalistic way that pushed aside any reservations. His arms wrapped around as he pushed her back into the bookcase, hands pushing at the wet tee she was wearing. The skin beneath it was soft under his callouses and despite the cold water on her body there was nothing but heat between them.
Then, some part of his brain clicked and it hit him. Heat. He'd heard rumors before of katzetiers going through the equivalent of cats in heat when they were younger but he'd never really put any thought into whether it was true. Now, however, he was sure of it. Because there was no way this girl, who threatened him with pepper spray and a taser the last time he saw her would be doing this with him under any other circumstances. But that was pushed aside when he felt her tugging his lower lip between her teeth and arching herself up to him. Her hands fisted at his t-shirt and he had to grip the shelf behind her to try and get some control. It wasn't easy but when he felt her small hands on the buckle of his belt he managed to pull away, catching his breath and looking down into her lust filled eyes. "I, I don't even know your name."
"Does it matter?" she asked, trying to pull him back down to her. He managed to pull back a bit, waiting for her to give him an answer. She let out a small sound of frustration before telling him, "It's Sophie."
"I'm Eddie."
"Now that we've got that out of the way." She pressed her lips to his, hands trying to push his shirt up. He gave in for a minute before pulling back and stepping away from her. She started protest but stopped as she watched him go over to the door and lock it, hanging up a "back in one hour" sign in the window. With long strides, he took her hand and pulled her back to the stockroom, the wolf getting the best of him.
An hour later, the two of them were lying on the old couch in the back in far less clothes than they'd started in. The couch wasn't that big but considering how small she was they fit on it okay. Eddie was propped up on his elbow, trying to make a bit more room for her. Sophie was lying next to him, stretched out just like a cat he couldn't help but notice. Her hair was a little damp still, though not just from the rain. She was tucked comfortably into his side, his hand tracing designs into the soft skin of her side. He hadn't been a saint but he'd never thought he'd end up sleeping with a katzetier. Or that he'd find one that he actually could enjoy being this close to. He pressed a kiss to the side of her neck and could've sworn he heard the faintest sound of a purr. He tried not to laugh at that. He was enjoying how comfortable she felt against him until she got up and started to gather up her clothes. "I need to get going," she mumbled, slipping back into her jeans.
"You sure you don't want to stay a bit longer?" he asked lightly, sitting up on the couch a bit.
"No, I've got plenty of stuff I need to finish up. Besides, three times in a row is my limit." There was a faint smirk on her bright red lips as she pulled the tee over her head. She knelt on the couch long enough to give him a kiss, her hands gently tugging at his hair before she pulled back and stood back up. "Thanks for the fun."
And with that, she was gone.
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