Chapter 2:

Forgotten Lives

It had been a few days since Warren the Blutbad met Evalyn the Fuchsbau, and Ash, her son. She had put Warren in the spare room so he could rest as he'd explained ot her he didn't live there.

Warren woke to warm summer sunlight streming through the window.

"Oh! You're up!" Evalyn smiled, carring a tray that held a bowl of oatmeal and a cup of coffee.
Warren sat up in bed, and returned the smile.
"Ah, thank you, Evalyn. Yes, I'm finally awake." He chuckled as she drew closer, placing the tray on his lap.
"Please be careful! Don't try to move too much. " She put her hand on his chest, keeping him for getting up any further.
"I'm fine, truly." He insisted, but honestly didn't mind the feeling of her hand on his chest.
As he ate, Evalyn kept close as if worried he'd try to run a marathon if she left.
"My son is quite taken with you," she started, as Warren took a sip of coffee.
"He's never seen anyone stand up to a Grimm before. None of us have - especially since we're not even the same species."
"Yes," Warren grumbled. "The Wesen comunity is not nearly as tight as it ought to be." There was a look of disgust on his face, as if remembering a vile encounter.
"If we don't look out for each other, who will?"
"Well, I know Ash and I are very grateful you did." She kissed the top of his head, and he nearly stoped breathing.
"I-I, uh, i-it was nothing." He stammered, fllustered.
Evalyn chuckled. "The Council could use someone like you on their ranks. You'd change the world!"
A huff from Warren made her look at him, and he glared into the half-eaten bowl of oatmeal.
"I don't think they'd listen. They wouldn't know common sense if it bit them on the ass." He absent-mindenly swirled the spoon in the coffee.
"Warren. . ? W-were you. . .?" Evalyn started.
He sighed. "Once. A long time ago. They weren't very fond of me. Although I did as the Council asked, I also fought to make all Wesen and Kerisites viewed as equals and they did not agree with that. I also tried to establish a Wesen court, so to speak. We have a council, but no way to challenge other Wesen as ourselves. We always have to hide behind being 'politically correct' in front of Kerisites. We can never say what's really happening- we have to dumb it down and make it something that seems like a 'normal' problem. I wanted to change that and the Council started going for my job."
There was a pause and a heavy sigh, as if he didn't want to continue. A gentle brush of his hair with Evalyns' hand seemed to calm him down.
"The final nail in my coffin was when I refused to . . . eliminate . . .a mixed-breed couple. They found out I was 'pro-mix' as they call it. They threw me out that very minute and threatened the PWOs' on me if I were to return. The fools." He growled under his breath, along with sometihng in German she didn't understand. She assumed it was a curse.

Evalyn took Warrens' hand, and looked him in the eyes. They shone brightly as if tearing. Evalyn felt an odd spark in her heart. She gently brushed the loose hair from his forehead with her thumb, and kissed him gently. He gently moved his arm around her waist, and held her in a hug.
"Stay with me." She whispered in his ear, rubbing his back. She surprised herself - she hadn't intended to vocalize her thoughts, they just seemed to pour out of her very soul.
Evalyn couldn't see it, but Warrens' eyes went wide and a bright smile appeared on his face.
"What?" He finaly managed to choke out. "But . . . we only met a few days ago. A-and . . " She silenced him with a kiss.
"It dosen't matter. The moment I looked into your eyes I felt something. Like we were meant to be together. I can't explain the feeling."
"I felt it, too." He smiled into her eyes. HIs joy quickly turned to sadness.
"I can't."
She pulled away. "What? Why not? You just said you felt the same way! Don't you want to stay with me and Ash?"
"No, I do! I do!" He held her hands so she couldn't get too far from him, and gently rubbed them. "And it's because I care for you both that I can't stay. If I do, the Council will find out, and they will send the damned PWO's after us. I've worked for them, and I know there's no way to escape them once they get their sights on someone. I can not have either of you hurt because of me."
"Warren. . ." She started to portest, but he turned away, releasing her hands. He suddenly looked exhausted, as if he'd just gained several years in a matter of seconds.
"I can't. . . . I can't watch people I care about get burned at the stake because of my selfishness. You two are better off without me. I'm sure Ashs' father wouldn't want him hanging around a Blutbad, anyway."
Now it was her turn to huff. "What does that creep care? Total narcisist cares only for himself."
Warren loked up at her. "What?"
"Warrens father, Tayler . . . . he. . . " her voice trailed off. Warren gently pulled her onto his lap, moving the tray aside.

"He's a Fuchsbau also, but all he wanted me for was to, you know. I didn't even want to! I fell for him, because I thought I had to. My parents thought he was such a nice guy." She spat.

"But he forced me to mate. It was painful, but he didn't care. When he found out I was pregnant, he told me it's why I was there!" She started to cry, and Warren wrapped his arms around her, hilding her to his chest.
He muttered another curse in German, as he rubbed her back. "Hey, it's ok. He's not here. He won't bother you now."
"I'm sorry," she sniffled. "I don't mean to dump all this on you after we just met. . . ."
"Ssssshhh. . " He hushed, wiping a tear from her eye. "It's ok."
She collapsed on his chest again, and shortly they both fell asleep, arms around each other, feeling the warmth of the other that seemed to make everything feel like it was armor sheilding each other from their past.

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AN:

Eh, I figured 'what the hell'. No one reads it, but I'm proud of how this all plays out. ^^

Just wanted to give a quick history of the two main charactes.
I figured there's enough info here for a glimpse of what they went through to get to that point.

(and, yes, I do speak some German -enough to get giddy when they speak in on the show. - and will be using more and more of it in the story as it progresses. Don't worry; I'll be subtly translating it within the story itself, if it's not a major spoiler. Any questions, feel free to ask. ^^ )

Any questions on any of the references or terms, (i.e. 'Woge', 'Wesen' ect. ) ask.
But if you're a ture Grimmling, you shouldn't have to!

Also, I'd like to point out that I've seen a LOT of writers incorrectly state the plural of Fuchsbau is Fuchsbau. (Pronounced Fooks-BOW, heavy on the 'oo's almost as if it's a groan. BOW pronounced like 'bow to someone'.)
The plural of Fuchsbau is actually Fuchsbaus. (Pronounced: Fooks- bowahs)
Monroe had used it in 'Dish Best Served Cold' in Season 3 (that was such a good season, and one of my favorite episodes to date!)

I can't explain why that bothers me so much, but it does. ^^;

Once again, I do not own the original Grimm characters, NBC or the such.
I only own the characters Warren, Evalyn and Ash

(The Original Grimmsters WILL show up! Be paitient!)