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The look on Hank's face said it all. "Someone else has died, haven't they?" Nick asked Hank grimly. The man nodded, his gold hoop earring glinting in the precincts harsh light. Nick ran a haggard hand over his face. "I still have ten girls to interview." Hank patted his shoulder sympathetically. "It's okay; I'll get someone to finish the interviews as you've been doing them for a day and a half." Nick nodded and stood with Hank. "Where's the body?" Han cringed. "The cops who arrived at the scene said it was another pageant girl, and a lot more careful than Blanche's murder." Nick felt shivers run up his back. "Okay." Hank looked at the information he had scribbled. "It's 2546 Shadow Lane, the home of the Hathaway family." He read. Nick's blood ran cold.
"Is the victim Rose Hathaway? I interviewed her yesterday." Hank looked down for a moment. "That's her. It was her sixteenth birthday today." Nick shook his head. "Let's go sort this out." When they arrived at the Hathaway house, everything was eerily still as if nature was holding its breath. "Ready?" Hank asked. Nick nodded and the two men pushed into the cold night air. A woman was waiting at the door. Nick instantly noticed her candid resemblance to Rose. "You must be Mrs. Hathaway." He said gently. She nodded, her brown hair bobbing up and down. Her light brown eyes were puffy and red as if she had been crying. "Elaine Hathaway." She introduced herself.
A tall and bulky man stood next to her protectively. He caught Nick examining him and held out a hand. "Jack Hathaway, Rose's father." Nick shook his beefy hand. "I am so sorry for your loss." He said. Jack looked more enraged than sad. "Thank you, but I am going to find the son of a bitch who killed my daughter and I am going to make him wish he had never been born." Nick and Hank shared a look. "Sir, I'm sorry but the police are doing everything they can to find the killer." He glared down at Nick. "You better, or I will." Hank cleared his throat. "Why don't you tell us where we can find Rose's bedroom?" Elaine nodded. "It's the second room on the left, just go up the stairs." The detectives nodded and entered the house. Nick looked back at Elaine and Jack.
For a split second Elaine's face shifted, her features flattening into a smooth pale surface. "It's almost as if she has no face." Nick muttered to himself. Hank looked over in mild confusion. "What? Who has no face?" Nick blinked slowly. "Hm? Oh, nothing." It wasn't nothing though. Nick was a Grimm, a person designated to hunt down bad monsters. It turned out that the Grimm's fairytales were true and Nick had been born into the legacy. He hadn't told Hank, Juliette or anyone though. His aunt Marie Kessler who had raised him had passed on the mantle when she had died of cancer and over exertion, and he still wasn't sure how he felt. However he hadn't seen any monster like Elaine though. He would have to ask Monroe, his 'friendly' Blutbad.
Hank slowly opened the door to Rose's spacious room. While Blanche had been laying on the ground, Rose was perfectly laid out as if her killer had been setting a scene. Except for the vile smell and the mangled flesh and features, Rose was all dolled up. She was lying on her bed with her arms crossed over the stomach, her hair fanned out on the pillow. Next to her bed was a nightstand, and on it a rather large syringe. "Her bodies in the same condition as Blanche's were, except for how she's been placed on the bed. Notice how her hair and skirt have been spread over the bed carefully, like whoever did it wasn't in a rush." Nick thought out loud. Hank nodded. "It was no accident."
He pulled on a pair of blue gloves and bagged the syringe. "While Blanche was poisoned via apple, the killer just stabbed Rose with the syringe. Why the methods change?" Nick shrugged. "I'm not sure, but we need to have a talk with Elaine and Jack Hathaway."