Mirror, Mirror
By
thevalravn
Disclaimer: I neither own nor claim to own Grimm nor the characters associated with the show which appear in this story. This story is for entertainment purposes only, I made no profit from it. There are spoilers through "Love Sick." If you don't want spoilers, than don't read. Without any further to do…
The comb, the one with the silver inlay her mother had given her when she was a young girl almost burns her hand when she touches it. She knows she shouldn't have even tried to and that in a night or two it will be gone from her dresser where it has had a place of honor for so many years. Human hands were never meant to touch it, and that's what her hands are now, human. She stares down at them, trying to remember their old strength, but it seems a dream memory now. She knew days ago she could have crushed a trachea or snapped a joint without even trying. Now the bones in her feel brittle and her skin is paper ready to be shredded at the slightest provocation of the outside world.
She stares into the mirror and a pretty face, worthy of a model, stares back. It disgusts her. Before there was power behind it, a hurricane of strength unseen by most and respected by those who would have known the truth. Now she is just a former beauty queen, pretty but no longer deadly. A china doll with no means of defending herself against whatever may attempt to harm her, that's what she has become and despite herself she wants to punch the mirror. She wants to see the jagged lines she feels ripping her to pieces in her reflection. She wants to destroy, to feel the glorious chaos of pure destruction wrap around her body, a silk thread of pleasure born in power.
She doesn't break the mirror though. That too had been a gift, and if she destroyed it, there would be nothing left. She can already feel them fading, being erased by the tides of humanity on the shore of what was once a Hexenbiest's mind. Something that the wesen have never told any Grimm, no matter how closely allied they may have been, was that wesen don't see the world as humans do. They are a species unto themselves. Now that Adalind can no longer see the world as wesen do, she feels her very mind about to shatter as the china cup knocked from its resting place by an earthquake.
She stares into the mirror and wonders, what happens now?