I'm baaaack! And so soon, a HUGE shoutout to zendog for being my first review. Thanks so much, really I didn't expect anyone to respond, especially so soon. But, enough of my rambling, that's not why you're here. Onto chapter 2!

"Poor little Grimm." She purred, stroking and hand through his hair, Nick quickly grabbed her wrist but the blutbad just applied a little pressure on his rib cage and he quickly released her, gasping for air yet again.

"Always getting into trouble" Angelina suddenly grabbed Nick's wrist, as if examining the wounds there. Nick struggled against the blutbad's iron grip and to stop him all she had to do was push her knee into his stomach "Never knowing when to quit" Angelina continued, sighing. Nick hated the power she had over him, he was completely helpless. And he hated it, hated her, hated Monroe for refusing to help and hated himself for being so stupid. He should have seen that reason would not get through to Angelina, should have known that a blutbad driven purely by anger and grief was not good news for anyone, especially for a Grimm.

Nick returned to the present, frustration wasn't going to get him out of anything. The Grimm fixed Angelina with a stare that would have made anyone run for the hills but his raged breathing betrayed his attempts to look unfazed. He shuffled back against the wall, hating feeling so much smaller than his attacker. Angelina leaned so close to Nick that he could smell the blood, his blood on her teeth. He turned his head away from the horrid smell and squeezed his eyes shut as the wolf admired her catch. He shook her hand off as she stroked up the side of his face, unfazed, the blutbad continued, dragging her claw down the side of his face, opening a long gash. Nick clenched his teeth to stop from lashing out, knowing that would only make things worse for himself.

Angelina reached under her prey's chin, relishing in the fact that he pulled away, so he did still have a little fight left in him, after all. All the more fun when I rip him to pieces she thought. She gripped his chin harder and forced him to face her. He stared at her, his blue eyes cold, showing no signs of weakness.

"How about we invite one of your friends to our little party? Hank, maybe? No, too obvious." Angelina feigned thinking, "oh, I know, lets add a little love to the mix, what do you say, Romeo?" Angelina smiled as fear found its way into the cold steel of Nick's eyes

"No" it was barely a whisper "leave her out of this. She hasn't done anything to you."

"That is true, but if I'm going to do the whole cliché blutbad beats grimm I'm going to do it right. Starting with your whore of a girlfriend."

Unmatched rage boiled inside Nick, how dare she threaten Juliet? As his emotions impossibly rose so did his body, sliding upwards, smooth, predatory. "If you so much as think about touching one hair on her head, I swear-" Nick left the threat open, saying the rest with his eyes as he looked down on Angelina, standing tall and strong. A true Grimm.

There was a moment of shocked silence, Angelina blinked at the injured man standing before her. A smug smirk turning to a slight gape. Then she laughed "I'm sorry. I just- I couldn't"

Nick stared at her, it was his turn to look shocked. She really was insane. Before he had time to comment, however Angelina's interrupted chuckling disappeared as she thrust her claws into Nick's already damaged stomach. Nick gasped as he was shoved back against the wall, wanting nothing more than to curl into a ball, anything to make the pain leave. But Angelina did not remove her claws, "you! You think that you can threaten me? A big-" she twisted her claws slightly

"scary" Angelina tore her claws from Nick and he sunk back to the floor

"Grimm" she spat at the moaning form below her before reaching into his jacket pocket and grabbing his phone. She turned away and began texting, leaving Nick to his thoughts. Or more accurately, his pain. Nick wrapped his arms around himself, one side of his brain telling him to stop the bleeding but the other screaming at him to just make it stop! He tried to sit up but just ended up falling painfully back onto the floor. So he opted to stay that way, lying on his side, arm curled around his torso, the only sound his own heavy breathing.

"Done!" Angelina broke the verbal silence, grinning widely "she thinks that there is an 'animal emergency'."

"You little bitch, leave-" Nick groaned before being cut off by Angelina, who grabbed him roughly by the shoulders.

"You better believe it." She slowly dug her claws into his shoulder, Nick squeezed his eyes shut. "Aw, does that hurt little Grimm? How about this?" Angelina's claws sliced clean through the flesh of Nick's left shoulder and he couldn't stop the scream that escaped his lips. Angelina shoved the Grimm back to the ground, seemingly bored with that particular form of entertainment. She began cleaning underneath her nails, ignoring the defeated Grimm only inches away.

Monroe looked through the magnifying glass, tweezers in hand. Ready to fix the clock before him. Only he wasn't. Every single time he went to make a move he would make some rooky mistake. He growled after yet another failed attempt. Why was this so hard? He could fix a clock in his sleep so why wasn't he?

You know why, another part of him said you left your friend to deal with Angelina even though he needed help.

Shut up. He told that part, but it would not listen. "Fine, I'm going!" Monroe shouted at the empty room, he grabbed his coat and headed out the door.

O-o I know, I know, another cliffy. I just didn't know where else to end it. I'm trying to keep it at around 1,000 words per chapter, let me know if you want it longer or shorter. Until next time!

~Venatrici Out~