I've gotten enough reviews that show interest in my story, so I'll continue it. I didn't want to write another chapter if people didn't seem to like my first one, but they did, so here I am! Enjoy!
~Oliviaaaaa
*Puck's POV*
I woke up early today, for some reason. I thought I had heard some noise down the hall. I got up from my trampoline, pulled on my huge nightcap that's end trailed on the floor, stomped through a few puddles for good measure, and headed out the door of my magical bedroom, leaving mud-tracks down the hallway. I stopped outside of Grimm's bedroom. As much as I hated to admit it, I actually had developed some feelings for her. We had been through a lot together, since she waltzed into my life with her sister, not too long ago.
Pressing my ear against the door, I heard... A muffled scream. I barged into the room and shouted.
"Grimm! You better not by dying!"
But all I saw was a red handprint on a photograph of Sabrina that was on Henry's old bookshelf, and the curtains to the open window, fluttering in the wind.
"GRIMM!"
Not long after I yelled, Canis stepped into the room, followed by the old lady.
"Liebling, what's wrong? Where is Sabrina?"
Sniffing, and trying to hold back tears, I handed her the picture frame that had been marked, and gestured towards the window.
"They took her." I said angrily, doing my best not to sob. "The Scarlet Hand took Sabrina." The old lady wailed, and almost fainted, cursing in German. I would have said some snide remark about her language, but the situation made me want to scream profanities as well.
Canis caught the old lady, just before her knees gave out from underneath of her. His eyes darkened, and after setting the woman down on the bed, where Daphne still slumbered away, he poked around the room, looking for traces. He gently took the picture from the old lady, and sniffed at it. Although the wolf was gone, some of the attributes were left, including the senses of hearing and smell. Setting it down on the nightstand, he stalked over to me.
"When did this happen?" he growled.
"I-I don't know," I stuttered. "I came in hear because I heard something from my room, about, uh five minutes ago? But when I got here, she was gone." A tear rolled down my cheek.
"We've got to get her back."
"We will, liebling. We will."
Suddenly, Daphne rolled over, woke up, and stretched.
"Wuz happenin?"
