Chapter 2: A Troubled Past

"I should've told you this a long time ago... But I thought I'd have more time." He began looking sad. "Your family, on my side, are a long line of Grimms."

Seeing the confusion on my face he said, "Grimms are people who can see the Wesen for who they really are." Still confusion "Wesen are creatures like the Löwen. They are from the Grimm stories."

"You mean the brothers Grimm?" I said a little incredulously.

He nodded, "I know how this sounds, but you've seen the change! You know I'm not lying."

Sadly I did know. I couldn't deny the things I saw, the things I saw in my dreams. "Dad," I said "I... I'm scared. I don't know what's happening to me."

"I don't either." He admitted "Usually a descendant doesn't inherit the gift unless someone dies. I inherited it when my aunt Marie was dying of cancer. But you, no one has or is dying in this family."

"Except maybe you..." I said quietly looking up.

"No, I'm not going anywhere." He said "We should go to Monroe. He can help explain and I need to talk to him about this."

"When do we go?" I asked quietly.

"Now." He said and stood up, "I'm going to leave your mom a note and then we'll go."

I nodded, still shocked and waited for him to get ready. I was scared and nervous. Even though I knew what my dad was telling me was true, I was still on the edge. My mind was telling me he was crazy and that he was wrong... But then deep down I knew it was true. I just had to convince my mind.
This was beyond normal comprehension, something like this didn't happen every day.

"Ready to go?" He whispered from the door, pulling her out of her thoughts.

"Yes." She whispered back coming up beside him and following him out into the cold night.

As we drove, places and houses became familiar. When we arrived at Monroe's house I looked at Dad and said, "This is the house I was running from in the dream..."

"What?" He said, "I thought you said you ran from the street."

"I did. But when I looked behind me, this house was here." I said looking at the house thoughtfully.

Dad looked at me with a thoughtful expression and then we got out of the car and walked up to the house.

He gave me a concerned look and I nodded that I was ready.

Dad knocked on the door and the door opened with a sleepy looking Monroe on the other side.

"Nick!" He said in surprise "Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"Yeah I'm sorry, but Chantelle is becoming a Grimm and... She is having prophetic dreams." Dad said with an apologetic look.

Monroe's eyes widened and he moved away from the door letting us in.

"So, Chantelle... Tell me about your dream first." He said sitting on a chair as me and Dad sat on the couch.

So I retold the story to him. He seemed contemplative as I told him about my dream. Almost like he knew what it meant.

Well that was a relief to me 'because I was so confused. Why was I having prophetic dreams, as my dad called them.

Monroe looked at Dad and said, "Nick, I think we have ourselves a Träumer."

Dad looked at him in confusion "A what?"

"A Träumer, it's German for Dreamer." Monroe said, "They are rare in Grimms but it happens."

"So you're saying that not only am I a Grimm, but a special Grimm?" I said, "'Cause being a Grimm wasn't going to be hard enough."

Monroe gave me a sympathetic look and sighed, "I'm sorry Chantelle."

"It's okay," I replied, "Just tell me, is there any way to change what I saw happen to my dad."

He went into a contemplative state and said "The future can always be changed, let's just hope we can change it."

Dad wrapped an arm around my shoulders and said "Well, we have you to warn us now. Everything will be okay."

I nodded and cuddled into his arms.

"No more troubled kid?" He asked.
I smiled "Don't count on it."

I heard him sigh and smiled. Glancing up I saw Monroe watching us with a sweet smile in his face. It was sweet.

Well, to sum up the night so far I was a descendant of Grimms, who saw supernatural beings and I had prophetic dreams, that could or could not be changed and my official title was a Träumer. Seemed legit.

"So how long have you two worked together?" I asked Dad and Monroe.

They looked at each other and then Dad replied, "Well, we met when I first found out I was a Grimm, on my first case as one. I thought he was the killer but it turned out to be another Blutbad."

"Blutbad?" I asked in confusion.

Monroe sighed and I saw him shift. I jumped a little and said "Oh, wolves."

The two men laughed and I gave them an angered look that shut them up right away. I laughed and said, "It's okay guys, I'm new just cut me some slack."

"Well your more relaxed than your dad was, that's for sure." Monroe said with a laugh.

Dad gave him a look but I laughed. I was doing something better than my dad. That was pretty cool.

"Well, I have work and she has school tomorrow so, I'll see you around Monroe." Dad said standing up and taking my hand.

Monroe nodded and walked us to the door, "I'll wait for the call."

Dad grinned and waved good bye. I said thank you to Monroe and got in the car with Dad.

We drove back home in silence. It's not like we didn't have something to talk about, we had tons to talk about!

Finally I broke the silence, "Dad?"

"Yes?"
"What happens when they find out who I am?"

"They will either try to kill or run from you." He replied simply.

"That's comforting." I muttered.

So basically, I was either to be feared or killed.

"Dad?" I asked "What am I going to do?"

"Go on living like you have been." He replied, "That's all you can do."

I paused and then said "Is that what you do?"

He nodded slowly, "It's easier now that Hank knows about me and my gift. It was hard to conceal it from him before. Now, I don't have to worry about it."

That made sense. It must've really sucked for him to have to pretend around Hank. How would he have explained it all? How he knew certain things but couldn't prove it? Poor Dad.

We arrived home and pulled into the driveway. We made sure to get out of the car quietly and snuck into the house. Thankfully mom was still asleep.

"I'm gonna go to bed. I'll see you in the morning Dad." I said and made my way over to the staircase. He nodded and smiled, "Good night Chantelle."

I woke up the next morning and felt sick. Memories of the night before swirled around my head and I suddenly dreaded going to school that day. I could just skip but that would arouse suspicion with Dad and probably Mom so I decided to suck it.

I crawled out of bed and walked to my closet. Pulling out a pair of stressed jeans and a long sleeved t-shirt I changed and went to the bathroom. Washing my face and doing my make-up. Then I brushed my hair and pulled it into a ponytail. I tried to keep my normal routine going so that I didn't have to think about everything I suddenly knew. Sure I'd been the one to ask, but I think I would've been better knowing that I was insane instead of me being a Grimm and a Träumer.

When I was already to go I skipped downstairs and sat at the breakfast table, slumping in a chair. Exhaustion had just taken me over and I was feeling how late I'd been up last night. All in all I think it was worth it though. I felt more prepared and ready for the day ahead.

"Chantelle? Are you alive there?" Mom's voice floated to my ears as a hint of humour rose in her throat.

I raised my head sleepily and said "Hmm? Oh yeah. I am."

She didn't look convinced but she let it slide. Thankfully.

"What do you want for breakfast?" She asked pulling out a toaster, "Is toast okay?"

I nodded, "Yeah, sounds great."

I wasn't sure if she was worried about my nonchalant tone or if she just figured it was part of my new rebellious attitude. Whatever it was she gave me a concerned look, but said nothing more. I wasn't sure how I felt about that either.

Then Dad came down and he gave Mom a quick kiss on the cheek and ruffled my, well attended to, hair.

I smoothed it down and whined "Daaaad."

He gave me a smile and a wink before grabbing some toast and saying "Need a ride to school?"

"Sure, thanks." I replied, grabbing the next popped toast and snatching my bag from in front of the door.

I followed him out to the car and got in the passenger seat.
We drove on and Dad looked at me and said "Chantelle? Please, can you try to behave from now on? Now that you know how dangerous the world really is?"

I gave him a sweet smile, "I'll try, but just so you know. Trouble usually finds me."

He shook his head as we pulled up to the school, "Try to keep trouble at a distance. Okay?"

"Will do." I said giving a salute with my hand as I got out of the car.

I walked up the walkway and looked back as Dad drove away and to his work.

"Chantelle!" My best friend's voice cried running across the lawn to me.

Smiling at her I said "Hey Pippa!" We gave each other a hug and then walked together towards the front doors of the school.

Already there were students milling around the halls and it was loud with the voices of excited kids talking about whatever drama they had in their lives. Which, in short included boys, shopping, boys, school, boys, friends, oh and boys.

"How was your night?" Pippa asked.

I stopped; there was no way I could tell her right? She would never believe me! Would she?
So I just shrugged and said "Same old, same old."

"Same! So boring isn't it?" Pippa replied, cheerful as always.

Pippa had, dark curls that wrapped around her head in a cute bob. Her eyes were a shimmering green and they were always full of life and laughter.

School started in close to five minutes so we began to slowly walk toward our first class. It was my worst subject, English. I always seemed to fall asleep during it! I wasn't even sure why! We reached the classroom, a minute before the bell was going to ring.

Taking our seats I sat beside Pippa and lay my chin on my arms. The class hadn't even started yet, but I knew it was going to be as boring as always.

The bell rang and Mr. Jacobs walked to the front and said "Okay class, let's get started. So today we are going to be talking abo-..."

And then I blacked out and I was dreaming again.

I was back in the forest, running away from Monroe's house and being chased once more by a Löwen. This time however I was going deeper and deeper into the forest and I could see someone running beside me, urging me to keep going. That there was a spot up ahead where we could hide and be safe. I didn't know this place I trusted the person telling me to go with my life. We were almost there when I felt the impact on my back. It flipped me over and I stared into its yellow eyes of death. Gold and full of hunger. Monroe screamed "NIIICK!" And then my head was gone.
I sat up fast and bolted from the class. Pippa and the teacher called after me but I paid them no attention.

Running out of the school and down the street, I ran to the only place I knew that I would be safe right now.

Monroe's.