In this chapter I have planted a few seeds that should be pretty obvious (towards the end) and the rest is that I hope you enjoy this chapter because this is a major one where I am afraid that I may lose more readers. I want to write a thank you to the following reviewers for their reviews on the last chapter: S.A.N.e-but-InS.A.N.e, Tammy and NotAnAngel97.

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Will came to when a geyser of ice cold water was dumped over his face, his breath coming out in sputtering gasps and his skin chilled to the bone from the shower of cold water that brought him out of a deep sleep.

Shaking his head, much like a wet dog after a bath, droplets of water sprayed around the room, his body and hair not completely dry but drier than it had been and sticking up in places.

The onslaught of light burned his retinas and he quickly slammed them shut again, his head screeching at him in anger as rods of pain vibrated in his skull. He groaned in agony at the chill that swept through his body; in the background he could make out echoing groans of pain but he was too concerned about his own pain to care.

"Rise and shine ladies, you got a big day ahead of you!"

At this his eyes shot open and he looked up to meet cold, steel eyes. The voice triggered his memories and he flashed backed to last night where his friends and he had been walking back from the bar and had been attacked by the man and unseen assailants. But these weren't ordinary men, they were Grimms!

Snarling in rage he tried to lunge at him but could only manage a pitiful bounce before colliding once more with the frozen ground. Looking down he saw that his ankles had been bound with clear zip ties and with a quick jerk of his arms it was a safe bet that his wrists were bound as well.

The Grimm cackled at his display and squatted down in front of him, the condescending smile never leaving his face as he looked him over.

"This one's got quite the spirit" he commented, looking over his shoulder at the group of Grimms in the corner.

When the Grimm looked back, Will spat a good sized wad of spit at his face, the glob connecting directly on his forehead.

He knew it was childish but he gave a Cheshire grin that spoke of his glee at the stunt.

Wiping the glob off the Grimm shook the disgusting wad off his hand before meeting his gaze once more,

"Spitting? Really? You, a supposed ruthless blutbad and here you are spitting like a little bitch" he looked back over at the group in the corner.

"He's gonna have to do a hell of lot more than schoolyard bullying to survive this, won't he boys?"

He received boisterous rounds of agreement then looked back at him.

All humor vanished from his face and the men behind him almost instinctively quieted down, as if in sync with his thoughts.

"In order to walk out of here alive, you're going to have to dig deep inside your blutdbaden instincts and show us all the monsters you really are" he stated, his dark eyes burrowing deep into Will's.

"What the 'ell is going on?" Quinn groaned, his lids peeling open like plaster on a rotting house.

Will remained silent, his eyes never leaving the Grimm's before him. To look away would be a sign of submission and no way in hell was he going to show his neck to a shit stain of a Grimm.

Tim coming to as well he awkwardly rolled around on the grass, his eyes still shut as he voiced his own thoughts,

"That is the last time I drink vodka, my head feels like it was split open with a damn two-by-four."

The Grimms remained silent as well, as if waiting for the two blutbadens to discover on their own the nightmare that they had woken up to.

Both Tim and Quinn's senses cleared up at about the same time and as soon as they got a whiff of fear, anger and glee their eyes snapped open and they met the eyes of three men that were standing and kneeling around them. It only took looking into their eyes for them to see that they were in the company of Grimms.

Out of instinct they tried to stampede them but could only manage spastic jerks. Looking down they saw that they had been bound with zip ties and it was then that they knew that they were truly at the mercy of the Grimms.

"Now that you're all awake, we can discuss what is going to happen" he spoke, as if a teacher scolding a class before getting on with today's lesson.

"We already know what's going to happen, you're going to string us up like pigs and cut us open and watch us bleed to death!" Quinn interrupted, his face woged into his blutbad form and he mercilessly tugged and strained against the zip ties, a howl of rage escaped him when the ties held.

Thoroughly exhausting his-self after about five minutes of his attempt to escape, Quinn collapsed to the ground, his face returning to that of his human form.

"Probably should have told you beforehand that those ties are hexed to be indestructible to all types of wesen and only an Endeizechen Grimm can remove them" a taunting grin dominated his face, his eyes continuing to maintain a screen of ill intent.

Letting that information sink in the Endeizechen Grimm moved on.

"As I was saying before, now that you're all awake we can discuss what's going to happen. The three of you are going to use all those blutbaden instincts and strength to attempt to kill a Grimm. If you succeed we'll let you go on your merry way, but, and this goes without saying, you fail the only place you'll be going is in the ground"

The three blutbaden exchanged distrustful but also curious glances before looking back at the Endeizechen Grimm.

"It's not as if we have much choice" Will grounded out, a seething glare in his eyes.

Isaiah gave out a short chuckle before rising from the ground, "no, you don't. But think of it this way, how many chances are you going to get to kill a Grimm? It's well known that you of all wesens have a special loathing in your hearts for us, and I assure you the feeling is mutual" motioning to his crew they came forward and each grabbed one of the struggling blutbaden who snapped and growled at them in defiant rage as they were dragged from the tent and outside to the wilderness and apparent campsite that surrounded them.

Cutting through a brush infested path they were led to an opening in the middle of the forest that was framed by towering firs that shaded the sun in patches, only allowing strips of light to spotlight the ground.

Waiting around what looked to be an etched out rectangle in the dirt was an older woman and an elderly man. There was no question in their minds that though the two may seem harmless they were really just as, if not more, dangerous than the three Endeizechen Grimms that were forcing them along.

Coming to a stop in front of the pair they were held in place as the woman stepped forward and practically sneered as she addressed them.

"Good morning gentlemen, I trust you slept well? Yes? Good. Now, in a moment you are going to enter into a fight that will test every ability that you possess. Fail, you die, succeed and you'll live to breathe another day. Good luck, you're going to need it"

Being turned around their bonds were efficiently cut but before they could strike back all three were unceremoniously shoved into the rectangular arena and as they passed through a magnetic force seemed to travel through them from the tips of their toes to the crowns of their heads.

Turning back around, they all turned their eyes on the retreating forms of the Grimms that had abducted them until they were completely out of sight and once that occurred their attention returned to the older woman and the elderly man.

"No one leaves the arena until the Grimm or all three of you are dead. I would advise letting the big bad wolves out to play otherwise, it's going to be a real bloodbath" she advised.

~break~

Nick was just on the verge of sleep when Isaiah and his goons burst into the tent and headed straight for him. While the three walked around behind him Isaiah bent down in front of him, his face craning in towards him as he was released from the chair.

"We got a real treat for you this time, a classic if you will" he taunted, spit flying from his mouth and landing in blotches all over Nick's face.

His taunt though was met with silence. Nick knew that Isaiah was only trying to get a rise out of him which would give him an excuse to hit him again. Though he did enjoy getting in a few descriptive words of his own about the man he was more than aware that any strength he wasted on the bastard would leave him weakened in the fast approaching trial.

The sawed rope dropped to the ground and Isaiah took out his pocketknife and flipped it open, the blade recently sharpened and glinting in the early morning sun.

Not even a flicker of thought about attacking Isaiah or any of the other men crossed his mind, the resulting pain and loss of strength wouldn't be worth it in the long run. His Grimm instincts were clawing him from the inside, growling and practically drooling at the coming trial that would lead to bloodshed and ultimately death.

Rising from the chair of his own free will Isaiah kept the blade in full view, his grip ready to swipe out and slash him open if he so much as breathed wrong.

His moment of freedom was quickly extinguished when he felt the bruising grips of the three men behind him grab him by the arms and force him forward. The whole routine becoming almost routine he completely zoned out as he was led from the tent and to wherever the second trial was taking place.

Brushing past prickly branches that scratched at his exposed skin he was finally brought into a clearing in the woods that was lined with trees that reached into the heavens. But it wasn't the beautiful sight that caught his attention, it was the three snarling, fully woged blutdbaden that were circling what looked to be a drawn out rectangle in the dirt.

On the outside of the rectangle was his mother and the old man that he still hadn't gotten a name for but that was the furthest thing from his worries at the moment. They were both watching the snapping and snarling blutdbaden with silent glee, seeming to become even more excited when one or all three tried to step out of the arena and were consequently zapped by whatever invisible force surrounded the arena.

Noticing his arrival his mother and the old man approached him, identical menacing stares that were devoid of emotion and yet filled with malicious intent. Stopping in front of him she took the last step that took up the space between them and took his chin into her hand, turning it right and left as she inspected the slightly bloody bandaging on his cheek.

"Theresa did wonderful work as always, I knew there was a reason I assigned her to you" she commented as she dropped his chin and took a small step back.

Theresa that was the young girl's name. He filed that information away for later, just in case he made it through this trial he might be able to try and connect with the young girl by using her name. It was a long shot, especially given the fact that she was more than likely brainwashed into being a willing servant to his mother.

"The rules are the same as the last, successfully kill the three wesen and you will move on to the next trial. Fail, and be a feast for the blutdbaden to bathe in" she recited, her eyes as stony as ever.

Without adding another dark comment about his bleak situation he was abruptly turned and roughly shoved into the arena with the three murderous blutdbaden who were rearing to tear him limb from limb.

Eyeing their rather sharp teeth Nick only had one thought going through his mind.

He was so screwed.

Taking a step back from the advancing pack Nick quickly eyed the ground around him, looking for a rock or even a sharp stick that he could use to defend himself with. Taking down one blutbadwithout a weapon was life threatening enough but throw in two more and he was basically facing an execution.

They came at him as one. Their sharp teeth aiming for his jugular and it was only by pure reflex that he managed to duck out of the way and only received a minor cut across his throat from one of their sharp canines.

Landing on the hard ground he quickly picked himself up and took an unsteady step back, doing his best to try and put as much distance between him and them as possible.

"Look we don't have to do this! We can work together and stop them from kidnapping and killing anyone else!" he tried to reason with them, praying that they would see that they all had a better chance of making it out of here alive if they worked together instead of trying to kill one another.

They stopped their advancement, each exchanging a glance with another before looking back at him, distrust and malice clear in their eyes. The middle one stepped away from the group and returned to his human state, a suspicious glare dominating his features as he looked Nick over.

"Why should we trust you? You're a Grimm, just like them! All your kind does is kill our kind and turn us into our monsters in your fairytales! Because of your ancestors blutdbaden are looked at as monsters and the big bad wolf in stories that humans tell their children as bedtime stories. I say, it's time for the real monsters to be portrayed as you really are and for the big bad wolves to get their happy ending!"

Woging back into his wesen form the pack jumped him, their teeth and sharpened nails digging and slicing into his skin, blood gushing from the wounds that were reopened and the new ones that they're attacks were creating.

Nick did his best to defend himself, his hands and arms doing their best to cover the fragile and exposed parts of his body but he was outnumbered.

All he could hear was the snarling of the blutbaden attacking him mercilessly and the sound of his own heavy breathing and grunting with each blow he was dealt.

The human part of Nick wanted to just close his eyes and wait for the final blow that would take him away from this world of hurt and misery but the Grimm inside him was roaring and thrashing around in his mind and soul, its teeth pulled back in a bloodthirsty scowl, even the thought of giving in to the mongrels on top of it an affront and sacrilege to everything it was.

His Grimm strength coiling around his nerves and muscle like a blanket of power, rumbling like lighting in a storm Nick sneered up at the blutdaben, their attacks faltering for a moment at the sudden change in atmosphere that seemed to ripple around the Grimm.

Using their stunned phases against them Nick pulled his arm back and punched the closest face, the sudden blow causing the blutbad to stumble back from the sheer force behind the hit. When the other two tried to go back to their earlier attack Nick transferred all of his strength to his legs and kicked out at the pair, the blows both making an impact in their guts.

Quickly rising from the ground Nick planted his feet on the ground then jumped into the air and tackled the three to the ground, raining blow upon blow to the struggling faces and body parts beneath him.

Gaining some leverage one of the blutbaden managed to deliver a swift kick to his chest that sent him flying back and consequently landing with an 'oomph' on the hard ground.

The cheers and taunts of Isaiah and his gang were background noise as the fighters in the ring pulled themselves together and eyed their opponents up.

Spitting out blood Nick charged the group and attempted to incapacitate them long enough to deal the fatal blows needed to end this. But the group was strong and whenever a weakness was uncovered were quick to remedy it.

The strength he received from his Grimm was continuing to fill him, the rage and thrill that encompassed his being was powerful enough to make him fill a sick pleasure every time one of his hits drew blood.

Reaching out Nick clamped down around the throat of a blutbad and with strength he didn't know was possible pulled back with a vicious jerk and managed to rip his jugular clear open. Blood gushed from exposed area, bone and muscle exposed to the sky as the blutbad gurgled and clawed futily at his throat before dropping to the ground, dead.

The unexpected death caused the remaining blutbaden to freeze, their senses taking in the scene before them until the rage took over and their efforts to kill the Grimm tripled.

Now covered from head to neck in blood Nick looked like a scene from a horror movie as each move he made caused droplets of blood to rain down around him.

Instinct led his every move and decision now, Nick Burkhardt Portland P.D. Detective was gone now, cowering away in the very back of the Grimm's mind as the ferocious entity that lurked inside him took control.

Leaping into the air like a jack rabbit Nick attached himself to a blutbad and gripped his airway off, causing the blutbadto panic and slash at his exposed arms.

Putting all his weight into the lower part of his body he forced the blutbad to the ground and as soon as he was touching grass delivered blow after blow the blutbad's face and vulnerable areas all over his body. He could feel the other blutbad attempting to rip him away but Nick managed to keep him at bay long enough for his feet to stampede down upon the blutbad's face to the point where brain matter started to seep from his ears as his shoe crunched down into the skull.

Pulling his shoe out from the gunky oozing mess he turned his attention to the last remaining blutbad who was just as cut up as he was but was lacking the brain matter and blood shower that Nick had been treated to.

Neither took a moment to halt their movements, the adrenal coursing through them both too much to work against. The blutbad was now fighting for not only his freedom but for all blutdbaden while Nick was merely fighting to survive and in the Grimm's mind all Endeizechen Grimms.

Like a bullet out of hell both lunged at another and collapsed to the ground, rolling around on the ground and delivering swipes and punches at every roll until finally Nick got the upper hand and managed to pin the blutbad to the ground, his body hovering over the snarling and snapping beast.

His hands wrapped around the blutbad's throat and squeezed until it looked as though his eyes were going to pop out of his skull until finally he turned his head to an unnatural angle and heard the satisfying crack and crunch of the bones as his neck snapped clean off his spine.

Dropping the lifeless body Nick rose from the ground and like an anvil all the strength that had been pumping through him left him and he collapsed back onto the ground like a sack of rocks, his muscles and bones screaming at him in outrage at the abuse they had been through.

He barely had the strength to keep his eyes open as his mother, the elderly man, Isaiah and his group stepped through the barrier and over to him, his mother sporting a pleased smile while the others remained in stoic silence as they took in the carnage around them.

"You did an excellent job Nico, just like I knew you would. As for your attempt at creating an alliance with these abominations I should think that you have learned your lesson, no wesen will ever align itself with you, not while their own lives are on the line. Isaiah, take him back to his tent and make sure that his wounds are tended to, it'll do us no good for him to die of an infection" turning her back on him she turned to watch as one of Isaiah's lackeys set to work on disposing of the dead bodies.

Nick was roughly jerked from the ground and his arm slung over the shoulder of Isaiah as he was actually dragged back to his tent, his feet trailing behind him and his eyes barely able to stay open the further they got from his mother and the blutbaden that he had killed.

~GRIMM~

A few hours earlier

Hank had been working throughout the night, only stopping to take short cat naps when the sandbags on his eyes became too much.

Even though he had barely slept and seldom moved his eyes and mind from the case at hand Hank was still scarcely an inch into figuring out a way to save Nick and put an end to what the Endeizechen Grimms were planning. One of the major steps that he knew needed to be taken was to locate where exactly Nick was being held but there were just too many possibilities and not enough time to go through them all.

It had gotten to the point where Hank was seriously considering asking if there was such a thing as a magic looking glass because that seemed to be the only way they were even going to move forward in this seemingly hopeless endeavor.

He had called Juliet to update her on the case and hearing the choked sobs in her voice and the too long breaks in between broke his heart. She didn't deserve this and he wished that he could sit her down and tell her everything that was going on, but he couldn't because once again it wasn't his secret to tell. He felt sick to his stomach after he hung up with her and the sour taste remained in his mouth as he turned back to the maps and evidence in front of him.

Just as he was getting ready to head out back to the Spice Shop Wu sidled up to him and handed him a slip of paper, a look of regret on his face as he waited for him to read it.

Going over the brief message Hank had to bite his tongue from letting out a handful of obscenities. Wu gave him a look of understanding, not even attempting to lighten the air with a sarcastic or witty remark.

"Has all the evidence been collected?" he asked, his voice low and worn with exhaustion.

Wu nodded, "yeah, it's waiting for you in the evidence locker room. We got something else this time though, along with the usual blood written G there was also a wallet from one of the victims; a William Bernstein" he read the name off his notepad.

"We're sure it was three victims?" he knew the chances that this was just a copycat were extremely low, what with the insignia the 'killer' left behind being withheld from the public and newspapers, but he was just hoping that he wasn't going to have to deal with more trial victims.

"A witness who was walking her dog said that she saw three drunk men being attacked by four individuals wearing all black then being dragged into a nondescript black van and the same as always, she couldn't get a look at their faces" he was really getting tired of that one, who were these guys? Freaking ninjas?

"What about a license plate?"

"According to our witness there wasn't one, which means that it was likely stolen and is probably nothing but burnt metal now"

Hank sighed and pocketed the piece of paper, patting Wu on the back as he picked up his jacket and headed for the evidence locker room. As he walked he got out his phone and speed dialed Monroe.

He picked up on the second ring.

"There are three more victims, they were taken over an hour ago. Right now we only have a name on one of them, William Bernstein" he relayed, nodding to a few passing officers.

There was silence on the other end, the ominous lack of sound causing Hank to stop.

"Monroe?"

A clear shaky intake of breath was taken before he received a response, "I know him. He's in my support group, granted he doesn't really come to them frequently but oh my god, this is just…wow" he trailed off, his shock of knowing one of the latest victims getting the better of him.

"What kind of support group?"

"It's a support group for wieder wesen, which is basically a sort of born again Christian type of deal in which we try to control our 'bad habits'" he quickly explained, catching the attention of Rosalee who was watching Renard stir the pot over the fire.

She walked over to him and mouthed, "What's wrong?"

"What kind of wesen is he?" Hank asked, lowering his voice as he walked into an empty interrogation room.

"A blutbad, like me or rather a wieder blutbad. Are you sure it's him?" he asked, still in disbelief over this news.

"We're pretty sure, found his wallet at the scene. Did you ever talk about your friendship with Nick, about what he is?" he asked, wanting to get as much information on Bernstein's knowledge.

"No, I never told anyone in the group about Nick, for their own safety and Nick's"

Hank nodded to himself, "okay, then that means that Bernstein won't know that Nick isn't the kill first type of Grimm which isn't so great right now. So since Bernstein is a blutbad then it's a pretty safe bet that the other two victims are as well."

"Are you coming back to the shop?" Monroe asked.

"I was then this hit and it looks like I'm going to stick around the station for a while, go over the little evidence collected from this latest scene along with the others, see if there's anything we missed. I'll call you when I'm done and heading over there"

"We'll see you then"

Both hung up and Hank exited the interrogation room and continued on his way to the evidence locker room.

~short break~

Rosalee watched as Monroe ended the call and waited impatiently for him to say something, having overheard his end of the conversation she was anxious to learn what was going on now.

"There's been another kidnapping, and this time I know one of them, William Bernstein. He's a wieder blutbad like me, I know him from my support group" Monroe relayed, pocketing his phone as he turned to look down at Rosalee.

"Oh god" Rosalee rubbed his back sympathetically, knowing how hard this one was hitting him. Now not only was someone he knew a victim but a fellow wieder blutbad as well.

Sean had heard everything from his place at the fireplace and once Monroe and Rosalee were done talking voiced his thoughts.

"I'm sorry about your friend, but we can use this new information to try and pin down a location that they could be holding Nick"

The pair turned to him, Rosalee still keeping contact with Monroe as he took a step forward,

"How? All we have is six missing wesen, all of which are probably dead now, a potion that won't be ready for another 10 hours and absolutely no idea on where to even start looking!" he ranted, the added knowledge of knowing one of the newest victims grating on his last nerve.

"That's where you're wrong"

"What do you mean by that? Are you keeping back information again?" Monroe knew that the man before him was one of, if not the, most powerful wesen in Portland but this would be the second time that the man had kept back information that could have helped them earlier.

Sean shook his head, the move not completely placating Monroe's anger as he was quick to respond.

"As horrible and time consuming as it sounds, there is a way to figure out a possible location that these trials could be taking place. As of now, we know that they have used Naiads for the water trial and since water must be incorporated into the trial itself we can assume that they have used a body of water which means we're likely looking for somewhere with a lake or pond. Now that we know they've taken blutbaden they have their earth element so we're also looking for somewhere with a lot of trees. If we combine this information we should be able to put together a model of where they are"

Catching on to what he was getting at Rosalee continued.

"Of course! We can look at it geographically, I have some maps in the cupboard" she hurried over to a faded wood cupboard and started pulling out maps and miscellaneous items that got in her way.

"There are over 200 parks and natural areas in Portland alone, who's to say that they're even stationed in Portland?" Monroe didn't want to bring down this potential opportunity to finally track Nick down but with everything that was happening he wasn't feeling particularly optimistic.

"We don't know, but it's a chance that we need to take because otherwise all we're doing is sitting here waiting for my 'potion' to be ready" Renard responded, going over to the maps that Rosalee had laid out.

Monroe opened his mouth to say more but with one look at Rosalee's pleading eyes he shut his mouth and joined in the search.

~GRIMM~

Present Time

Nick was none too gently dropped onto the ground and a weak cough escaped him, his chest rattling around like a bag full of marbles. His body was jerked around some more as his wrists and ankles were zip tied then once that was done his body was left alone.

"Take care of his wounds, we can't have him dying on us" Isaiah addressed the younger girl that was waiting in the corner, watching in silence as her 'patient' was brought to her.

Waiting until she nodded in understanding Isaiah and the man who had followed him then left the tent and headed back towards their leader who was making sure that the bodies were disposed of properly.

Once they were gone the girl approached Nick, a first aid kit cradled in her hands as she kneeled down beside him and opened the kit, her mind on autopilot as she picked up the needed instrument and set to work.

Surveying the mess in front of her she was quick to carefully unbutton his shirt, remaining silent as she got out a small bottle of hydrogen peroxide and applied it the bleeding wounds on his chest. As soon as the solution made contact with his wounds the clear liquid turned into a white fizzing concoction of pain that brought Nick right out of his drowsy state.

He tried to move but the girl held him down, her grip surprisingly strong as she put the peroxide down and lifted a clean towel to wipe the peroxide off. The pain beginning to fade he watched as the girl picked up an already threaded needle from the kit and started to sew the deeper lacerations close.

Looking around the best he could he saw that they were surprisingly alone, making this the perfect opportunity to try and make an ally of her or at the very least get some kind of information about where they were.

"Theresa" his voice was quiet and non-threatening, not wanting her to perceive him as a threat.

She froze, the needle paused mid stitch.

Seeing that he had her attention he continued, not wanting to give her enough time to pull back into herself.

"That's your name isn't it? Theresa? So tell me, why are you with them? All I've seen them make you do so far is play nurse, is there a reason for that?" he asked, doing his best to not move his body and invoke more pain.

Averting her eyes back to the task at hand she continued to sew him up, her jaw visibly clenched as if to stop herself from opening it.

"They told you not to talk to me right? Or are you not allowed to talk at all? You know, taking away the ability to speak is a way of maintaining control over another human being. You believe yourself beneath them, don't you? That you're not worthy of even breathing the same air as them, am I right?" he continued, doing his best to remember the psychology class he had taken in high school along with the most effective ways of interrogating a suspect.

He could see that his words were having an impact on her, her once steady hand was shaking just slightly enough for the stitches to not be as neat as before. Venturing deeper Nick continued, hoping to pry his way even further into her psyche.

"I've seen the way they speak to you, ordering you around like you're some obedient child who doesn't have a mind of your own. They're the ones who get to go out, prove what strong warriors they are while you're stuck here, being their lap dog. I bet that gets to you, that you want just one chance to prove that you're just as good as them, just as worthy as they are" he didn't know where this was coming from, but the words kept flowing like a fountain of water and he just hoped that they didn't stop.

He liked to think that it was from all the lectures he had listened to while in his psych. 101 class, his memory in this time of panic rifling through the memories of that time, desperately looking for a way to profile why this outwardly innocent girl was with these monsters, but he knew that there was much more.

It was said that in times of great stress that your memory could be impaired but recently, with his Grimm heritage coming to light Nick's memory capacity and ability had greatly enhanced and now he could recall the smallest fact, whether it be something from his own life or a random fact, with great ease.

Like with his mother and his own experiences as a cop and Grimm, he was all too aware that faces could be deceiving, that there were wolves in sheep's clothing that walked among the decent and pure. This girl could be just as cold hearted as the rest of the clan but he was going to trust his instincts on this one, encourage his desperate belief that he wasn't completely surrounded by mission driven killers.

No longer able to hold her tongue Theresa put the needle down and in a faint, almost submissive voice, spoke.

"I am a disgrace to this clan, I don't deserve to breathe the same air as them" tears tried to gather in her eyes and she quickly wiped them away, but more were rapidly taking their place.

Finally getting somewhere Nick thought up a response, wanting to keep the dialogue going.

"Why do you think that? What did you supposedly do that was so bad that you can't even look them in the eye?" he asked, his voice gaining strength the longer he remained conscious.

Theresa shook her head, not making eye contact with him as she did her best to finish the task of tending to his wounds.

"I'm not supposed to talk to you" she stated, but her quivering voice was showing that she wasn't as strong willed as she wanted him to believe. She was going to crack, and all Nick had to do was continue to hit the right buttons.

"No one else is around, and I can tell that you really want to open up to someone. They're going to kill me soon enough anyway, no matter what I do, might as well lend an ear to another dying soul, right?" he tried, watching as she finished up the wound and moved on to another.

For a few minutes she worked on him in silent, eventually finishing up his chest and abdomen area then moving on to the reopened slashes on his cheek that were weeping blood.

Looking the wound open she reached for an antiseptic wipe and dabbed at the blood around the wounds then moved on to apply some antibiotic cream then finished with a fresh gauze wrap.

"I guess if you're not going to talk, you wouldn't mind if I did. You probably don't know this, but I used to love my mother, from the memories I have of her, she was this angel that would kiss me goodnight, read me bedtime stories and always tell me how much she loved me. Now I'm starting to wonder if my mind didn't just make all that up to protect itself from the truth, that she was a distant, unloving, hateful woman who only cared about me fulfilling some stupid prophecy"

Putting her supplies away she rose from the ground and headed for the door. Her head down the whole time.

Just as Nick was about to call his attempt at connecting with the girl a failure she suddenly stopped and ever so slightly craned her neck back to him,

"I couldn't kill him" she whispered, her voice shaking with restrained emotion.

"Kill who?"

It looked as if she was debating on whether or not she should just leave now, her body itching with indecision, Nick watched her in bated silence, not wanting to say a word and affect her decision negatively. Finally though, it seemed that she had come to a decision because she turned and walked back to him, a surprising ounce of determination lighting her usually submissive aura.

Coming to a stop when she was standing beside him she responded, her voice though still as faint as a baby's coo had gained some strength.

"His name was Terrance and he was my friend. He was the only who saw past me being a Grimm and didn't run away in fear. He used to always bring me a flower from his father's shop. We would always meet in secret, because if leader found out she would have gone into a rage and demanded his death and I wanted to protect from him that, shield him from the evil that surrounded us" she started, taking a seat beside him.

"He was wesen" he guessed, the way she spoke of their time making it obvious that her situation was comparable to the love of Romeo and Juliet, only this time instead of feuding households it was actually feuding races. Wesen and Grimms.

She nodded, "A fuchsbau. We thought we were being so careful, but one day I went to our secret place in the garden outside the village and what I found instead was Isaiah with a message: kill the abomination you dare associate with, or forever be known as a traitor to your kind. After he left I desperately looked for him, and when I found him he had been severely beaten and hanging from a tree. I was sure he was dead but then he started to cough and I quickly cut him down. We tried to run, we even got so far as three towns over but it wasn't long before they found us, and I'll never forget what they did to him…"

Flashback

Theresa and Terrance had just finished collecting firewood and were setting about making dinner when the door to their modest cabin was kicked in and standing in the doorway was the scowling face of her Leader and on either side of her was Isaiah and Michael.

"Leader please!" she begged, taking a stand in front of Terrance who was trying to protect her as well, his face woging into that of his fuchsbau form.

There wasn't an ounce of sympathy in her eyes as her leader stepped into the cabin and approached the two, her hands behind her back as she assessed the cabin around her, her eyes taking in the stacks of firewood and the smell of baking bread.

"You have not only disgraced your family's name but this clan as well. It sickens me to see you embrace with this…abomination! I gave you a chance to redeem yourself and instead you defy me and run away with a wesen. Now, I am forced to kill it myself" before they even had time to blink Isaiah and Michael had grabbed ahold of her and forced her away from Terrance who was doing his best not to show fear but was failing miserably at it.

Removing one of her hands from her back she revealed a dagger with an engravement of the Sterbestunde G on the handle and in one swift move rammed the blade into his heart all the way up to the hilt.

"No!" Theresa screamed, kicking and clawing at the men that held her back.

All she could do was watch as Terrence slowly slid down the wall, a trail of blood slithering down the wood as he returns to his human form and his skin was rapidly losing color. Using up what little strength he could from his deteriorating supply he turned his head to spend his last remaining moments looking at Theresa, he tried to open his mouth, maybe to comfort her but with a cold heart Leader savagely ripped the dagger from his heart and that was the scissor that cut through his strand of life.

The light left his eyes, leaving behind an empty corpse.

No longer having any reason to hold her back Isaiah and Michael dropped the traitor the ground and watched in rueful silence as she dragged herself to the side of her dead friend.

"Isaiah, Michael, take Theresa, I'll deal with the body this time" Leader said as she wiped her bloody dagger off on her coat, her eyes only traveling to the crying, shivering form of Theresa for a split second before returning to the dagger in her hand as she cleaned the precious metal off.

She tried her best to shake the arms off but in her grief she wasn't strong enough and could only scream in protest as she was carried from the cabin to the rundown car that was waiting for them.

She watched as Leader stepped out from the cabin, the canister of lighter fluid at her side, and dumped the remaining fluid out before taking out a lighter and with a swipe of her thumb ignited the flame. With a careless toss the house was soon being eaten by flames and the arsonist was headed their way, her face as impenetrable as stone.

Once she was in the car Isaiah started the engine and they drove off, the only sound being Theresa's sobs and questions of why?

With burning hatred in her voice, Leader addressed her, "until the time comes where you can have a chance to redeem yourself, your only purpose in life shall be to serve those around you. No matter the task, no matter the time, when you are told to do something, you shall do it. If you dare refuse, you'll wish that you had been killed tonight as well"

Theresa wanted to refuse, to stand up to her but the words got lodged in her throat and instead she found herself nodding in acceptance.

From the rearview mirror she watched as the cabin that she had almost called home with Terrance went up in flames, taking with it any chance of happiness and the only person who would even truly understand her.

End Flashback

"I tried returning there a few times but Isaiah was always waiting for me and after a while I just stopped trying altogether. I still think about him sometimes but I know now that we would have never worked out, in a way I learned that I should be grateful that Leader put a stop to it before I fell too deep. She always says that a closed heart and an iron mind makes a warrior that cannot be struck down...I was wrong to think otherwise" her voice became hardened at the end, the pure grief that once encased her had thawed out.

After she had finished her tale Nick was left silenced. For some reason he couldn't help but feel some type of connection to the young girl. He had felt a connection to her before but now it had only been strengthened by her powerful story of love, hatred and powerlessness. He knew without a doubt that his mother had been the one to take the life of the Fuschbau and it both sickened him and cemented his hatred for the woman that had given him life. He could only imagine what other horrors his mother had committed to keep the 'purity' of her clan over the years.

Though the girl had tried to come out as determined and resolved in her last statement Nick only had to look at her trembling hands and faraway eyes to know that her words were nothing more than a fading mantra. Underneath the hidden thoughts though was self doubt and a well ingrained need to please the one she called Leader, to make some so called amends for the fact that she had developed feelings for a wesen. It was going to take a hell of a lot longer to undo all the psychological and certainly physical damage that had been inflicted on her over the years but he could only hope that he had made enough of an impact on the girl at this moment for her to see him as someone she could talk to. His hopes of her coming over to his side were incredibly slim but if he was extremely diligent in his efforts he could possibly get her to help him escape.

Before he could think up another question for her Theresa had already risen from her spot on the ground and made her way for the exit.

In his mind he quickly went back over everything she had described about the attack on Terrance, the way she felt about him and everything in between. It was when she was just about to step foot out the door that a question he should have asked long ago came tumbling form his lips.

"Wait, Theresa, can you tell me where we are? Or even what day it is? Please I feel like I'm stuck in an endless loop with no way of getting off, I can't take much more this" he looked at her back imploringly, hoping that she would maybe take pity on him and tell him such a trivial thing as a date, if he knew that then maybe he could keep track of how long he had been here. He had keeping track by the sun coming up and down but he found himself losing consciousness too often for that method to work.

She stopped, and it almost looked like she was about to answer but before she could the Endeizechen Grimm that had assisted Isaiah in dragging him to the tent reappeared and she quickly clamped her mouth shut, her emotionless mask going back into place as she scurried out of the tent, never once looking back at him, even as he shouted for her, pleading for her to answer him.

For his efforts he received a well-aimed punch to the head that knocked him unconscious.

A/N: I can now say that there will be some romance in this story, question is, between who?