AN: Don't own anything this time either, boohoo.

Anyways, let me get this clear. I know absolutely nothing about the German language or how to speak it. Please don't say that there is no such thing as "an upper class, old style German". I simply like the term bildungsroman and wished to incorporate it into the story. Everything about German is completely made up. On that note, please enjoy and please review. Thanks to anyone who did already!

Also, bildungsroman is a term used to describe coming of age stories for anyone who didn't know!

Bildungsroman

The adulterer's blood had done wonders for me. I spent the rest of the week in a perfect state of ecstasy, reveling in my new emotions. I never liked to drain a person completely, but it gave the blood a life of its own. I lounged on my bed, eyes closed, lips slighted parted. I saw the adulterer's last significant memories yet again.

A man was knocking at the door of a large house, a devilish smile gracing his face. A beautiful woman with flowing blond hair greeted him, returning the smile. He pulled her into his arms, bending to whisper in her ear, "She thinks I'm out fishing." The woman tossed back her head, laughing. She led him up a set of stairs while he playfully attempted to tickle her. Suddenly they were in a bedroom, pulling at each other's clothes, trying desperately to experience flesh on flesh…

A knock at the door dragged me out of my stupor. I was not yet ready to forget my experiences; I stumbled to the door, disoriented in reality.

I opened the solid wood door with more difficulty than usual. Nick and Monroe stood there, grim looks on their faces. (heh, grim.)

"Hello, Arabelle." Nick struggled to meet my eyes. I welcomed them in.

"How can I be of service?" We stood in the entryway, an interesting group. Grimm, Blutbad, and vampire.

"You look well fed," Monroe said with slight disgust.

I smiled weakly, "I am, thank you. I was in severe need." I knew he did not mean the sentiment in a polite way, but I wasn't feeling up for a fight. My entire body still tingled with the aftereffects of my visions.

"Well, if you must know," Nick cut in, "we have a particularly disturbing case on our hands."

"Your hands," quipped Monroe.

"Let me hear it," I led them into the living room.

Miraculously, Nick ignored the coffin in the middle of the room, swiftly sitting on the couch. Monroe kept silent too, but his eyes kept drifting back to survey it.

Nick looked up suddenly, panic in his eyes. "Whom did you eat?"

The sudden outburst shocked me, "what?"

His voice got louder, more urgent, "who!"

"Some guy on the beach. Just some guy! I threw his body in the ocean. Oh gods… I didn't mean to kill him…" The words tumbled out of my mouth. My breath was ragged, coming in short gasps. I was overwhelmed by my mistake and admission. The stark contrast between the emotions of the adulterer and the emotions Nick had caused made me feel overly emotional in turn.

Nick's shocked and panicked face stared back at me. I didn't know what else to say. We all sat there amid the sounds of my heavy breathing.

"I'm sorry. I just…" Nick started.

I got over my emotional strain. "Just what?" My accusing tone prompted Monroe to speak.

"The killing was an exhibitionist, Nick! You know that! I know what you're insinuating." He raised his voice to match Nick's earlier tone.

I suddenly realized exactly why Nick had asked about my meal. I found myself on my feet, "You thought I killed someone for show?"

Nick buried his face in his hands, "I'm sorry. I got carried away. I'm used to dealing with the bad ones."

Monroe scoffed, winking at me, "Except me."

I ignored him, "Nick, I told you. I only kill criminals if I actually kill at all! I try to take only as much as I need, but… I couldn't stop myself."

He nodded as though he understood. He didn't.

Monroe stood up, "Perhaps it's best if we just took you to the crime scene."

Nick stopped the car; we were in front of an abandoned warehouse. It didn't look quite decrepit, but there were no signs of recent activity. We all exited the car, Nick taking the lead.

Monroe walked closely beside me, "You know he didn't mean what he said, Arabelle."

I turned my head away, "I guess."

"He's never dealt with a vampire before and he's new to all of this Grimm business. Frankly, I haven't seen one of you in a long time."

I smiled weakly at him, "We're not exactly sociable creatures, but neither are you."

He laughed, "Fair enough."

"I can hear you guys talking about me," Nick shouted back. I chuckled. As we entered the warehouse, Nick led us down a flight of stairs to the basement. The temperature noticeably dropped.

I smelled the blood before I saw it. A young man's body lay slumped against the wall. In his neck were two large puncture wounds. The most striking part of the crime scene was the wall. On it was painted a story.

Nick and Monroe stood back and Nick indicated his hand toward the body. I took this as a sign that I could inspect the body. I bent down near his head, pressing two fingers against the wounds. To my surprise, his head fell away from his neck, rolling to the ground. I looked around, spying a bucket a few feet away. I stood up and walked over to it. The idea for the crime was already forming in my mind. I could feel Monroe and Nick watching my every move. Already I knew who had done this, his mark scrawled on the wall underneath the story. I knew what I was about to reveal to a Grimm and a Blutbad. Should I tell them my story? This was a carefully guarded secret. I had told Nick already that Dracula had changed me. Was this too much? Could I lie to them with a clear conscience? I almost laughed out loud at the thought of a vampire with a clear conscience. Would they know if I had lied? It was not written in the language of my human youth, but rather in the language common with vampires. Picking up the plastic bucket, I took a long, deep sniff. It had been rinsed with bleach. I couldn't smell any blood, but the implications were obvious.

"The bite marks are just for show. He was decapitated and drained of his blood, which was then used to write this." I gestured to the wall.

Monroe nudged Nick, "See? I told you having a vampire for a friend would pay off!"

Nick rolled his eyes, "Monroe here told me this story was written in an upper class, old style German, so he only knew a few words. He also told me that you should be the one to tell it."

A shock of fear rolled through my stomach. How much German did Monroe know? If Monroe wanted me to tell the story, then this told me he knew enough to understand the gist of my bildungsroman. I couldn't lie to them now. Monroe would not lie to protect me. He was aligned first and foremost with Nick. I could not trust a Blutbad this early in the game. I had to reveal my deepest secret.

I took a deep breath, "Very well. Bildungsroman. A coming of age story. There once was a young woman named Arabelle. She fell in love with a desirable bachelor quite befitting her station. He was older than her, perhaps wiser." Monroe chuckled and I silently cursed its author.

"This woman was quite brash for her nobility and befriended a dangerous character, Dracula. She was entirely too interested in his affliction and, upon learning about the immortality, begged him to change her. Alighting home an entirely new Arabelle, she offered to change her husband, ensuring their love to last for eternity. He rejected her, being an upright," I paused, "moral man. She, being the creature she was, slaughtered him, not for his blood, but for his impudence. She continued life for many years thinking her bildungsroman complete.

"One night while hunting the morally corrupt, an occupation she now thought befitting her nobility, she happened upon a young Grimm. This man attempted to kill our vampire, but instead befriended her. It's the first human and Blutbad contact she has had since her early reborn days. Arabelle learned the hard way that Grimm blood was poison to her and sought solace and experience in the blood of an adulterer. Although the Grimm's blood held no sway over her, she felt connected to him." I read the next sentences, my eyes widening in horror. "She continued to see the Grimm against the Master's orders." I skipped over the part that said, 'she grew to love him', silently hoping Monroe would not notice. "For her impudence, the Master slaughtered him." A candle was drawn there at the end. I knew the culprit.

"Did you involve the police yet, Nick?" I daren't turn around to see his face.

"No."

"Don't." I walked swiftly up the stairs of the warehouse, determined to solve this problem before Nick got hurt.

"Arabelle! Wait! Who's the Master?" I could hear Nick shouting this over and over.

A vampire was going to save a Grimm.

AN: If you want to see a picture of how I imagine Arabelle in her "human" form, check out my profile!

I'm trying to post as many chapters as possible before I leave for the summer since I won't have access to a computer for two months. I really hope you all like this chapter. I'm still trying to decide who exactly the vampire master will be. I am a fan of using famous people or characters like I did with Dracula. Hopefully I can get it written before I leave! Please review. It really motivates me to write and if people review, you'll definitely get a new chapter or two before summer! Thanks