Hello everyone! Here's the next chapter, I hope you enjoy it :) Don't forget to review! The Wesen's names might be a Little different from what you know, because the German series actually uses different names (they make no sense if you translate them from the English series). Just so you know ;)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own GRIMM or HARRY POTTER (that's where the Headline came from)!
Puss in Boots
Cat, Rat, Dog - Well, wolf actually
There's a knock on the door. I jump. Who the hell would that be? It's the dead of night! It can't be anyone from school, it's not Roddy and it certainly won't be my uncle ('cause he wouldn't knock). But then who else would visit me in the middle of the night?
My eyes narrow. There only two possibilities: either it's some criminal from my past asking for a favor, or – which is probably even more likely – it's some cop from my present asking for information. Either way, it's not gonna be pleasant. I get up with a long groan. Let's just hope it's not the Grimm again.
As it turns out when I open the door, it's neither one. It's worse. A Blutbader. OH SHIT! I jump back slamming the door shut. Or at least I try to. Because the tall, bearded guy with the flannel shirt already pushed through. Before I know what I'm doing, I'm up on top of the shelf (which is creaking considerably under my weight, even though I weigh hardly more than 110 lbs). I hiss. And no, I'm not overreacting. I just don't appreciate wolves, or dogs, Blutbader, or any other canines in my apartment.
The hairy guy on the other hand snorts at my reaction, "Don't worry cat girl just because I'm a Blutbader, doesn't mean I'm gonna take a bite outta you!" I am not convinced and therefore continue to hiss. "Gosh, girl, calm down! I'm not gonna eat you!" Yeah right, and I'm the Queen of England! When I don't come down, the guy just shrugs and closes the door. Not good. "Alright. You don't have to come down to talk, but it would definitely be more comfortable…" and then, "Mind if I sit on the bed?" Mind? Of course I do mind! If he sheds half as much as my aunt Camila's dog, there's gonna be hair all over the place! But then again, there's nothing really I can do about it from up here. And so he sits. Great.
"Well, introductions first: I am Monroe and I am a Blutbader." No, you don't say? I thought you were a Dalmatian puppy. Seriously, does that guy think I'm stupid? Even my fear of werewolf-like predators can't overcome my sarcasm, it just comes naturally to me, "And you really think THAT is going to help bringing me down from this shelf? Gosh, you need to visit one of those courses where they teach you how to motivate people!"
He lets out a laugh that sounds more like a bark than anything else, "Nick said you were a smartass, but I guess I forgot the difference between an ordinary smartass and a Klaustreich!" If that's supposed to be his way of insulting me, he just failed pretty badly, 'cause I don't see what's wrong with being a badass smartass. Especially, since he's the one who came into my apartment and sat on my bed without permission.
On the other hand he probably doesn't need my permission if he's gonna eat me anyway. Alright Cat, think positive. What's the upside of this situation? Nothing comes to mind, except… This is how Roddy must have felt when he found out I was a cat. Oh, I guess I owe him an apology then…
"So," He clears his throat awkwardly, "back to business. Nick said…" Again my mouth is quicker than my brain, and I interrupt him, "Who the hell is Nick? Quit telling me about people I don't know!" (What the hell is wrong with me? – He's a Blutbader, I am not supposed to interrupt him!) He stares. Probably not used to being interrupted by anything smaller than a Löwe – A fact that will most likely not lengthen my life.
But unexpectedly the wolf, instead of attacking me, actually explains, "Nick, the Grimm. He's the cop investigation on your teacher's murder, remember?!" Oh. That actually makes sense, I guess. A Grimm and a Blutbader being in cahoots with each other. Guess everyone's after me lately. "And so the Grimm told the wolf to go after the cat. What is this? Some kind of complot against the feline population of Portland?!"
Monroe snorts. "You really don't get it, do you? I am here to help you!" I roll my eyes, "Sure you are. Because that's what Blutbaders do; helping cats with their daily lives, because the Grimms told them so. Don't you realize how stupid that story sounds?!"
He doesn't. Instead, he sighs deeply and buries his face in his hands. "God, I thought it was bad when the rat kid didn't talk, but you are actually ten times worse!" I scowl, "Oh, so I am – Wait, what did you just say? You talked to Roddy?!" I almost fall off the shelf when the realization strikes me. Reinigen are at the bottom of the food chain, Blutbaders are at the top. Not good. "What did you do to him?" I gasp.
"I ate him for dinner." At this I do fall off the shelf. I am not often frightened, but at this very moment, I admit, I am scred to death. Terrified I scramble into the next corner. Monroe on the other hand just laughs. "Don't worry, cat girl, I was just kidding! I wouldn't eat rat, I'm a vegetarian." What the heck?! Is he trying to tell me that a Grimm – who also happens to be a cop – sent a vegetarian Blutbader to help a cat, who is a possible suspect in a homicide? Oh hell, this story is getting weirder by the minute!
I am so dumbstruck, that I even forget to hiss for a moment. The wolf uses my silence and starts talking so fast, I can hardly follow him, "The point is Nick believes you. Neither you or the rat kid killed that teacher, but someone is trying to frame you." Oh what a genius! How did he figure that out? "And he sent me to tell you, to stop being a stupid, immature little bitch – well, that weren't his exact words, but you get the point." Oh I do get it. He just called me stupid! "Anyway, quit acting like a criminal and use your potentials." Again I roll my eyes. Thank you so much for that life changing advice, wolf, I already feel like I'm a much better person now! But then he says something that actually does change the world for me, "Carter and his friends are only going to be more satisfied if you both get thrown off the school."
"Carter? What does Carter have to do with this?" I ask. Monroe looks astounded. "He's the one who killed the teacher. Didn't you know?" No, I didn't. Well, actually Roddy told me he suspected him all along, but I didn't really think that Carter had it in him, much less Marvin and Trey. Well, who would have guessed that…
But then another thought strikes me, "Wait, you didn't tell Roddy what you just told me, did you?!" That would be so bad indeed! Roddy's a stick o' dynamite even without random people telling him to use his potential – music in his case – along with the name of the guy who tried to get him framed as a murderer. The Blutbader looks bewildered, "Of course I did. I told him the exact the same thing as I just told you." Then he puffs out his chest and continues, "And I really think I made a difference for him!"
