Chapter 2: In the Shadow of the Prince

"Hope is like the sun, which, as we journey towards it, casts the shadow of our burden behind us."

"Holy shit." Wu exclaimed as he woged, "You're a fucking Grimm!"

"Shut up." Nick hissed at the Blutbad in front of him, "Do you want to cause a scene in front of the Kehrseite?" The police officers who had been nearby gave them a brief glance before returning to their drinks or browsing through Nick's merchandise. He had checked them all, none of them, save this buffoon of a wesen, were… well, wesen. He quickly cast a distraction charm to ensure that no one would be actively listening to their conversation.

"A Grimm… a freaking Grimm who's working in a coffee shop." Wu asked with a raised brow as he pulled out of his woge. "Doesn't that sound strange, even to you? I mean… I haven't received any reports of any ah~ special murders in the past few months, nor have I heard of wesen disappearing in the night. So, tell me, what is a Grimm doing here?" Wu says as leans on the counter with his trademark obnoxious grin.

Nick narrows his eyes as he glares at this obnoxious wesen. Really, why can't this wesen be terrified of him like most other wesen. Maybe he should release a bit of his Grimm aura to scare him off… no, it would only make his presence in the city even more obvious and he's trying to stay low key… for now. So, he resigns to only glaring at Wu even harder. And harder. And harder…. Does this guy not know when to take a hint? Either he's being purposely dense… or he's really thick headed. Wu's stare isn't intimidating, even though it looked as if he was trying his best to intimidate him. Ha! A wesen intimidating a Grimm, he'd like to see the day that happens. No, this Blutbad in front of him is just an idiotic wesen without an ounce of self-preservation inside his foolish head.

A line started forming behind Wu as Nick kept glaring at Wu while the wesen just wiggled his eyebrows…. He didn't seem to care about the line forming behind him.

"Fine, I'm here to get as far away from Europe as possible… and I've always wanted to open a coffee shop, so here I am." Nick growled, giving in. Might as well answer his questions quickly and get this annoyance out of his hair. "Now, what do you want to drink."

"Huh…" Wu trailed as he straightened. "I would like the passion fruit tea." Nick glared at him while he rang him up and got him his tea. "Here you go," Nick said as he all but shoved the tea into Wu's hand. "Have a nice day," He said with a very fake smile in his face. If Wu decided to become a regular, and he had a feeling that he would be, his day would become a bit more annoying. Though, the man wasn't as annoying as he was trying to convince himself that he was. His icy demeanor did nothing to wipe the obnoxious smile off of Wu's face as he waved cheerfully at Nick as he joined Hank and Juliette. Nick sighed as he served the next customer in line. Still, he would take Wu over many of the other Grimms he had met in Europe. Maybe having the police as his regular customers might not be a bad thing after all. He might even break even and stop bleeding cash. He may not need to earn money, but he didn't like losing money.

It was like a switch had be flipped. As if the sign had turned from [DANGER GRIMM!] to [GRIMM, but probably not going to kill you]. After his first encounter with Wu, the rest of the wesen community seems to have decided that Nick was safe. He didn't know whether to be amused that they thought he would have killed a police officer, though he was a wesen, in broad daylight in front of other police officers or insulted that they thought he couldn't kill a bad wesen, even if that wesen was a police officer, and get away with it. Because he totally could, no would be able to trace a crime to him, if he wanted to. He was slightly appalled by this city's lack of caution. Just because they were friends with the baby Grimm and were under the protection of a Prince, most probably didn't consciously realize it, didn't mean they should throw caution to the wind. Maybe he should scare them a bit to keep them on their toes… no, that would go against his 'stay low-key, for now' resolution. Besides…he didn't want to alienate them as it would make it harder for him to claim this city as his territory as a Hexenmeister. The Prince would just have to learn to share.

Maybe the wesen weren't as reckless as he thought. Other than wesen police officers, most wesen just passed by his shop or loitered around without actually entered the shop and buying something. There seemed to be a lot of wesen in Portland PD, was the Prince purposefully picking wesen as police officers? Anyways, every time he would stare at an offending wesen, they would give a small squeak before rushing away. Like this wesen, Nick was cleaning some of the tables when he felt someone staring at him, so he looked up and directed his gaze towards a wesen staring at him. Said wesen jump in surprise and fell on the ground. He picked himself up and scurried out of sight. Nick sighed… man these wesen were bad at being discrete.

Nick tries really hard not to get too irritated by them. After all, these gawkers were a lot better than the others, they at least stayed outside his store. There were others who would walk in, pretend to browse his merchandise, with painfully obvious stares in his direction, and then just flee when he would ask them if they were actually going to buy something. Now, they were actually getting on his nerves. And then there's Wu… who's always smiling at him with his obnoxious grin.

"I hold you personally accountable." Nick growled as he slammed a cup of coffee on the table where Wu was sitting and took a chair and sat across from the infuriating wesen. His poor chair creaked at the force of his anger, the chair didn't deserve this treatment. He would fix the chair later.

Wu just blinks at him with an eye brow raised as he took a drink of the coffee. "I mean, you told me that you were retired, right?"

Nick sighed. "I…never said that." He wasn't expecting Wu to stare at him with surprisingly sharp eyes with his skin rippling as if he was about to woge.

"Oh, are you not retired then? You know the protocol, or at least I assume you do. Active Grimms report their presence to the Royal of the protectorate." Wu said.

Nick sighed. Of course he knew the protocol…not that he followed it much. Wasn't like they were keen on threatening him, knowing who he was. And those who didn't know who he was, well, they learned real quick to leave him alone. He leaned forward, hands folded on the table. "Yes, I know what the Protocol is." He quickly cast another distraction charm around them, he wondered if this was going to be a regular occurrence while talking with Wu. "I'm not active, haven't been for half a year and I intend to stay that way. Besides, if I was active, you wouldn't have been surprised about a Grimm owning a coffee shop, especially since your Captain is…"

"Wait, you know that?" Wu said surprised.

"What, you think I wouldn't research everything about the city before moving here? Dealing with pompous Royals is annoying enough, dealing with an annoying, territorial Guardian is just an aneurysm waiting to happen. Know the Royal, avoid the Royal, spare the pain is my motto. Or was, I should say." Nick frowned, why was he telling all of this to Wu anyways. "That's besides the point. Like you mentioned earlier, I am retired. Why'd you go tell half the wesen population to come gawk at me like I'm a…" He was about to say Grimm but realized that it wouldn't make it a metaphor… "an exotic animal at a zoo."

Wu had the gall to chuckle at his misfortune and takes a sip of his coffee as Nick glowered at him. "I didn't do anything. All I did was report your presence to the Guardian after our meeting. And you know wesens, how much we gossip. The wesen officers must have overheard me talking with the Captain. A retired Grimm, not something you hear about often."

"Yea… because most Grimms tend to keep doing our, ah, family business until they die. Whether that is through old age, rare I might tell you, killed by Reapers, or by the very wesen they Hunt." Nick muttered as he stood up. "Well, why don't you get overheard by the gossiping wesen officers that this retired Grimm doesn't appreciate the loitering much and if they don't at least buy something, I'm gonna bar them from the shop."

"How would you even pull that off? You'd need thousands of different ingredients for each individual species." Wu said as he frowned. Then he looked at Nick with his sly eyes, "Unless you have a Hexenbiest on your side. Or a Zauberbiest." Wu asked with his exasperating smile. Nick was willing to bet his bottom wings that Wu thought this conversation was a joke…. or at least he was treating it like one.

"I don't need a God damn…" Nick stopped as he realized something. He looked at Wu suspiciously, "You're going to turn around and parrot our conversation back to your Prince, aren't you?" He turned around and walked back behind his counter. Thank God all of the customers had already cleared out by now. He decided that now would be a good time to close.

Wu tapped his index finger on his nose as smiled, "Quick on the uptake I see. You know, you wouldn't make a bad detective, if you wanted to." Wu finished his drink as he shrugged at Nick's baleful look. "Now, don't look at me like that! He's our Regnant, he has a right to know about all possible threats in and around the city. I'm just doing my obligation here." Wu said defensively.

"Oh good, at least someone has brains in this city…for a while, I thought you wesen had lost all sense of self preservation." Sure, he had thought about becoming a cop once. It would have let him gather information much easier. But it required him to settle down to one city, and he hadn't yet decided which city he wanted to claim yet. Besides, his main source of income probably wouldn't sit well with any precinct, no matter how good of a detective he could have been, being a Grimm. Killing people for money, no matter how evil they were (and he did only accept requests for those who were truly deplorable), never seemed to sit well with everyday humans. As for hunting, he only hunted those who murdered in cold blood. Nick watched Wu as he started chewing on a pen…eventually swallowing the whole damn thing, was there something wrong with him, Nick wondered.

Wu laughed as he stood to return his cup to Nick. "Ahah, it's because most of us have never seen a Grimm, much less a second one." Wu gave Nick a serious stare. "There's not much information about you Burkhardt. Born in California, parents moved to Germany a year after you were born, both parents passed away when you were 12 years old and then nothing. Until a few months ago, when a Nick Burkhardt, that's you by the way," Wu said teasingly, "moved to Portland and set up shop, a coffee shop. What have you been up to between those 18 years?" Wu grinned as he leaned on the counter, watching Nick with interested eyes.

"Hmmm," Nick hummed as he gave the appearance of cleaning, "Well, I was abducted by aliens and experimented on turning me into an alien-human hybrid." Nick said seriously as he snatched the mug out of Wu's hand and proceeded to wash it before Wu could think about chewing on his china. Nick saw Wu glace at the empty cup a couple of times.

"Wait really?" Wu said incredulously.

Nick rolled his eyes, "No, you think I'm going to tell some meddling wesen police officer my entire life story to report back to his superior? You're gonna have to dig for my past the hard way." Nick said as he turned around to face Wu.

Wu looked like it had taken him a few moments to realize that his cup was gone. He suddenly felt uneasy about this conversation, the same uneasy feeling he had felt a few months ago, on one windy evening. "So, by sleeping with you?" Wu half heartedly joked as he tried to calm his nerve, why was he getting nervous anyways? Wu watched as Nick gives him a predatory look over, as if he was prey being analyzed.

Nick knew that Wu was only joking, but he gave that offer a serious thought. Wu wasn't that bad looking, and he was a wesen. No, Nick decided, his own wesen wouldn't settle for someone who couldn't be his equal, and Wu looked like he was halfway to fainting.

Wu shivers as Nick gives him one more look over before Nick laughs then deadpans. "No, relax Wu, I'm not going to kill you. You've grown on me."

Wu gave him a tentative smile.

"Like a parasite." Nick finished with a smirk.

Wu laughed at that. "Yea, yea, make fun of me all you want. I'm gonna find all of you're secrets one way or another."

"You do that, no shoo! I have a store to close." Nick watches Wu walk towards the door. Wu was about to leave when Nick called out, "Seriously though, I wasn't kidding when I said to tell the community to stop gawking at me. I will resort to warding my store if I have to."

"Gotcha Mr. mysterious secret I won't tell!" with that Wu slipped out of the store. Nick shakes his head as he wonders how what he's ever going to do with that infuriatingly endearing Blutbad. He motions his hand towards the entrance as the door locks and the sign changes from open to closed. The curtains draw themselves while the broom and rags begin cleaning the store. Nick smile, maybe, just maybe, having that wesen as a friend wouldn't be as bad as he initially thought.

Renard was enjoying his dinner when he felt the presence again. That intoxicating feeling entwined by an undercurrent of exhilarating fear. At first, he had thought it was the new Grimm one of his officers, Wu, had informed him about. However, that theory was discounted as he didn't know of any Grimms, no matter how strong and experienced they were, feel this powerful. He was sure of it, there was an immensely powerful being in his territory. He always felt this mysterious being at night, as if he or she was coming home. And their home was somewhere close to his…the Regnant growled. They were mocking him, or at least showing him that they didn't fear him, respect him enough to introduce themselves to the ruling Guardian of the canton. He slammed his fork on the table and stood up from the table. He stalked out onto his terrace and stood at the edge, directing his gaze around the city, HIS city. How dare someone challenge him, insult him, a Royal, in his own city. Who dared have the gall to… Renard trailed off as his gaze was drawn to a figure standing on his own terrace, in a penthouse that was across his condo on the other side of the street. He looked up at this mysterious figure as he attempted to discern why he was so drawn to his being. It was him, this person was the new enigma in his city. The source of his uneasy feeling. He watched as the man turn around and head back inside his own home. He was going to have to look into this. Now that he knew where the being lived and how he looked like, he could finally start properly investigating the mystery behind this enigma. He grinned a smile that was all teeth, he would have his answers soon, and correct the slight he was handed, and he would claim that man as his…. Wait, Renard frowned as he tried to figure out where that thought had come from. No… there was no way, his inner Regnant was attracted to the new comer… could he be?

Nick gave a hum of content as he watched the city below him. He always loved heights and the exhilarating feel it gave him when he watched the world below him, especially as he was flying. But, there was no opportunity to fly here, not yet at least, but it would come. He could feel the gaze of the Guardian from the opposite side of the street, from a patio that was slightly below him. Nick smiled, some would call it foolhardy to live so close to the ruling Prince of a canton without announcing themselves, but Nick had lost all fear of Royals long ago. They were more of an annoyance rather than a hinderance, but they could be major headaches when they wanted to. However, if he wanted to claim this city as his, he needed to stay near the center of the city to allow his power to permeate outwards, so here he was. Besides, the Prince will have to get used to his presence sooner or later, Nick was rather liking this city. As Nick turned around to enter his penthouse he mused about when he would introduce himself to the Prince. Maybe in a few weeks, or month. Who know, he'll just play by ear for now.

Nick sighed as another wesen walked into his store, only to stare at him for half an hour, then quickly grab a random item and rush to the counter to buy whatever they grabbed and rush out. He should have known that the wesen would take the 'stop gawking without buying' way too seriously. He already had a couple Fuchsbaus stop by, a few Klaustreichs (God he wanted to punch their faces), and he even had two Mauzhertz stop by. Though he worried about the two Mauzhertz as he heard their heart beat at rates that could not be healthy and made him wonder whether he would have two heart attack victims in his store.

Though, at least now they bought things instead of just standing outside disrupting traffic. Instead, they sat at one of his tables for an hour or two before scurrying away. He liked the Mauzhertz the best, they had just bought their items and ran out immediately, bless their poor hearts.

"So, you're the new Grimm,"

Nick turned around to see a man staring at him. His eyes flashed black as he forced the stranger to woge. "And you're a Coyotl without his pack." Nick said in the same tone. He has to remind himself that he shouldn't stab a customer in broad daylight in his store. He had heard that same exact line more than a couple times this entire morning. He clenches his hand to prevent himself from grabbing a nearby knife. He turns back to the sink and scrubs the dishes he was washing a tad bit harder. He might have to hire someone to help him if the Wesen community kept dropping in like this. They all took the buy something to stare at the new Grimm, way too seriously.

"Yeah…not all of us agree with pack ideals and the Prince does a good job protecting us, so we don't necessarily have to rely on Pack for security." The Coyotl says.

There is a long pause during which Nick managed to finish cleaning all of the dishes. He might have cheated a little, but who was going to notice him using magic?

Finally drawing the courage to ask him the million-dollar question, the Coyotl asked him, "Are you really retired?" leaning forward, curiosity in his eyes. Nick notices how at that question every Wesen in the store perked up and glance over at him. Nick sighed as he could literally taste the anticipation in the air.

Nick stared intensely back at the wesen as he replied, "Yes."

The Coyotl releases a quiet yelp as he shivered. He blushes as he watches Nick warily.

"Now, are you going to buy something? Or did you just come here to ask me questions and waste my time?" Maybe he should have kept his word and cast a barrier to bar wesen from his shop. But then again, he was already insulting the Prince by not introducing himself to him, he might not tolerate actually barring his people from his store, even though it was his…

When Nick doesn't make any threatening moves, the Coyotl relaxes. "Uh, yeah. Um, what's your most popular tea? My name's Jarold by the way." He says somewhat cheerfully.

Nick raises an eyebrow, but he dismisses it. "Well, favorites. Anise tea is pretty popular right now, though Rose tea and Green tea are always consistently chosen." Juliette always seemed to like the Rose tea while Hank preferred black coffee with a pinch of sugar, some milk, and a generous helping of honey. He smiles as he thinks about them. They were slowly becoming his friends here in the new city. Their constant teasing and stimulating conversations had really grown on him. He wondered where Hank was, he hadn't seen him for a few days. Recently it had just been him and Juliette, with whom he always felt at ease. She had a naturally calming yet somehow still quite energetic feel to her.

All the wesen in his store seemed shocked at his smile. Wow, it was as if these wesen had never seen a Grimm smile before. Well, actually that probably wasn't that far from the truth.

Jarold had paled a bit as he quickly stammers out, "Um… right. Uh, can I have the mint please? Togo."

What had he done to scare them? Nick looked around the shop at several pale faced wesen. Mmm, this was no good, he needed them to like him, not be afraid of him. Hopefully the community would warm up to him by the time he's ready to declare this city as his Center, his territory. Maybe he shouldn't smile at all.

It was a few hours later when he was closing shop when he got a phone call from… right, Rosalee.

"Burkhardt"

"Hey, Nick? Um, I'm sorry for bothering you, but we really have an emergency right now. We found out that a Hexenbiest had made a Zaubertrank, La mort pour l'amour, which is affecting both Hank and Wu right now." Rosalee sounded really frantic as she was explaining the situation to him. Nick frowned, Zaubertränke 23, that was a nasty spell and made total sense why Wu was eating inedible objects earlier.

Monroe took the phone from Rosalee, "We made an antidote for it and administered it to Wu, but it's not working! We don't know what else to do right now. Trubel is freaking out."

Nick sighed, so much for staying low key. Oh well, helping the baby Grimm might help him gain the respect of the community. "Okay, just stay there, I'll be there in just a second," Nick quickly waved his hand to close his shop and then plucked Yrael out of the air.

"Well hurry, we don't know how much more time…" Monroe jumped as Nick appeared right in front of him. "Holy shit man, what the fuck?" Monroe closed the phone and pocketed it.

"Nick?" Trubel stammered. What was he doing here, wasn't he just the owner of her favorite coffee shop? How'd he even appear out of nowhere like that? Was he a wesen? She tried to see his true nature but couldn't get him to woge in front of her. She would contemplate this later, right now saving her friend and then her partner was more important.

Rosalee and Trubel looked shocked as Nick waved at them before adopting a serious demeanor and walking over to Wu. "Can I see the nez-soufflet?"

"Yea," Trubel said as she handed it to him. Nick examined it with his magic as he tried to find out what was wrong. The antidote felt right to him, in fact, it was masterfully brewed. Maybe the problem was, ah, the problem was Wu. Whoever created the Zaubertränke was decently powerful, Rosalee did mention that there was a Hexenbiest involved. Wu groaned on the couch near him.

"The problem here isn't that the antidote is bad, in fact whoever brewed this is a master apothecarist." Nick noticed a slight blush in Rosalee's face. "However, the simple fact is that the brewer of the Zaubertränke 23 had more power, thus preventing the antidote from working properly."

"Is there anyway to get it to work then? We still have to go save Hank." Trubel stated.

Nick nodded as he held the nez-soufflet up to his nose and gave it a squeeze. Immediately Wu arched his back and Trubel and Monroe moved forward. There was a tense moment as they waited for the antidote to counter the curse. Wu's face turned red as he woged. Then he returned back to human and collapsed.

"Was that supposed to happen?" Monroe asked.

"Yes, he's completely cured now," Nick confirmed.

"What? Where? Who?" Wu muttered as he came to. He woke up to Monroe, Rosalee, Trubel, and Nick standing around him. He didn't have time to think about that when he suddenly had to go use the restroom.

"We don't have much time," Trubel said, "We need to get to Hank quickly."

They were running out the door to get to their vehicles when Monroe said, "Hey, couldn't you do your magic voodoo stuff to get us…" Nick glared at him, "Okay, maybe not. Old fashioned way it is."

Trubel was a bit confused at that statement. Magic voodoo stuff? Was Nick a Hexenbiest?

Back at the apartment Wu walked into the living room, his head still a bit clouded. He remembered waking up to see, "Nick? Are you there?"

When they walked up to Hank's residence they discovered the door was opened. Quickly they rushed inside.

"Hey Hank?" Trubel called out. "Hank? It's Trubel." She led the way into his house with Rosalee, Monroe, and Nick trailing after her. There was an eerie silence in the house that brought unease to the Fuchsbau and Blutbad. Trubel barged into Hank's bedroom with her gun out to find that Hank appeared to be sleeping in his bed. Quickly Rosalee went over to Hank's side to take his vitals. "Are we too late?" Trubel asked.

"He's still alive," Rosalee said as Monroe and Trubel both breathed a sigh of relief.

"But why is he unconscious?" Trubel said as she swept over to the other side of the bed, leaning forwards over Hank.

Nick frowned as he could tell that the curse had proceeded to its final stages, the antidote was useless now.

Rosalee checked Hank's eyes by sliding his eyelid up to see Hank's ruby red Iris. "Oh my God," Rosalee said standing up, "She altered the Zaubertränke." She grabbed her book from Monroe, "Hank is still alive but the antidote, it's useless now."

"But it worked on Wu!" Monroe said.

"The Hexenbiest didn't have sex with him," Nick deduced. He frowned. There was only two ways to counter the curse now. Either kill the original caster or…

Trubel tried shaking Hank, "Hank, Hank, come 'on, wake up man!"

Rosalee shook her head, "Trubel, he can't. It's like he's in a coma right now. Not a physical coma, but more of a mental, psychological coma. His brain is locked."

Trubel looked tired, "Well, there's gotta be a way to fix this."

"The only way you can break a blood Zaubertränke is by killing the Hexenbiest whose blood is in it." Rosalee said.

"But… that would take too long, she could be anywhere right now!" Monroe exclaimed.

"No, not the only way." Nick said, stepping forward.

"Ring Ring, Ring Ring."

Trubel answered the phone. "Hello?"

Nick could hear the conversation as the lady, no doubt the Hexenbiest, demanded that Trubel meet her at some ruins to hand over a key, that Trubel's aunt had given her. He watched as Trubel's facial expression got grimmer and grimmer as the conversation went on.

Trubel ended the call as she put her cell in her pocket. "She's at the Bremen Ruins. She wants the key in exchange for Hank's life."

"That doesn't matter though, Nick here said that he knew another way to break the curse, right?" Monroe said hopefully.

Nick nodded as he stood next to Hank. "Go, I can tell you still want to meet with this Hexenbiest to take revenge for her actions on your partner. I'll catch up with you later."

Trubel nodded as she, Rosalee, and Monroe rushed out of the house. "Thank you so much!"

Nick sighed as he brought out Ranna. His smallest and sweetest sounding bell. The first bell he had in his possession and one he cherished, having been given to him by his mother.

Oh Hank…so this was the reason why you hadn't been around the past few days. Nick wouldn't admit it out loud to anyone, but he considered Hank one of his friends now.

Nick began to slowly swing the bell side to side, as the clapper hit the side of the silver body. A sweet ringing began to fill the room. He watched as Ranna forced the curse on Hank to submit to his will, and his will was for it to begone. As soon as the curse was lifted, Nick let go of Ranna, returning her to her stand.

Hank would be fine in the morning. He would be a bit groggy and confused, but otherwise fine. Now, to go help the baby Grimm and her wesen companions. He grinned, he had a feeling that it was going to be a huge fight, and if he had examined the Zaubertränke correctly, he was going to meet an old… ah~ acquaintance and she was not going to be happy to see him. He woged as his wings burst into existence. His eyes glowed as he vanished into think air. And as if it were an afterthought, Hank's front door closed and locked on its own.

Renard took a sharp breath as suddenly he was overwhelmed by the mysterious aura that he was still frustratingly finding no lead into. When usually the aura would feel suppressed, this time it was let out, as if he wanted someone to know that he was here. There was something going on in his city, and the Guardian didn't like not knowing… he was frustrated at the thought that he couldn't properly protect his people. But somehow, the presence didn't seem threatening to him, instead it felt as if…kindred spirits, powerful, unyielding, his equal, that was the only explanation for how his inner Regnant was reacting to his presence. But there was something else, something bothering him. He had felt this presence once before, while in Europe…Shit. It couldn't be.

Trubel was fighting the Hexenbiest to her best efforts, which was hard, as she still was new to being a Grimm, so she didn't know how to properly fight against a Hexenbiest. Monroe and Rosalee were trying their best to keep the reapers from interfering with Trubel's fight, but they were getting tired. That was when everyone froze.

Rosalee felt a chill run down her spine as she felt the coldest presence she had ever felt. She heard flapping sounds and watched as everyone around her, including the Hexenbiest stare at the figure with wings, that had to be Nick, fly down from the sky. His shining gold eyes a sharp contrast to his onyx wings with his oppressive aura, was one of the scariest things she had ever witnessed.

Trubel watched as Nick descended from the sky. What kind of Wesen was he?

Everything was silent but for the sound of Nick hovering just a few inches off the ground.

"YOU!" came a shriek from the Hexenbiest.

"Hello Mellisa, how've you been?"

A/N: So, how was chapter 2? I didn't really feel like studying, so I wrote this instead. Haha. Anyways, I've also been inspired by the Fate Lines series by Macx so check that series out! Archiveofourown series/16528 and don't forget to leave a review!