Chapter 21

Nick grimaced as Lynet bent over to give Maurice another kiss. He was used to PDA but somehow she was making him sick. It wasn't like her kisses were explicit and erotic. It was sort of sweet, an innocent peck of lips or on his cheek. Lynet didn't go further than a lazy caress of Maurice's chest. The caress disgusted Maurice. Nick shared his disgust. He watched as Lynet pulled away reluctantly and turned around to face the tables. Her fingers wiggled as she scanned the various bottles scattered about the tables' surfaces. Lynet frowned when she didn't find what she was looking for. Instead she plucked a bottle full of purple liquid from the table and turned back towards Maurice. She pouted as she approached him.

"Well, it seems our plans would have to be postponed, my dear. Don't fret." She ran her fingers through his hair. "A couple days are all I need."

"You'll let me go then?" Maurice was trying hard not to beg. His voice squeaked a bit though. Lynet laughed.

"Unfortunately, I can't have you running around the palace unsupervised." A sad expression appeared on her face. "Why don't you sleep till then?" She uncapped the bottle and forced his jaw open. Maurice fought against her violent manhandling. However she was stronger than she looked and eventually he was gagging on the purple liquid. It spilled out from the corner of his mouth and staining the table. His legs kicked out, scrapping against the binds that bound him. Lynet cooed at him as she tipped the bottle further upwards to get all the liquid down his throat.

"Don't worry," she whispered to him. "You won't even notice time has passed. It'll be like sleeping. You close your eyes and you open them the next morning in an illusion of a second." She lifted the bottle and studied the inside. It was fairly empty except for a few stubborn drops that refused to come out. She looked back down at Maurice. He was fighting the tug of sleep. His eyes drooped, fluttered at a fast pace, and his eyes rolled back. His muscles relaxed and his body sagged against the table. Sleep was calling to him, singing to him, entrancing him like a siren. However he refused to succumb. Lynet rolled her eyes.

"Honey, you have to learn to let go and relax." She whispered sweetly before placing the bottle back on the table. "Sadly, I can't stay till you fall asleep. I have errands to run." Lynet turned on her heels. Her hips swayed seductively as she left the dungeon.

The scene began to change then. Nick looked around him as the dungeon melted away and another scene, much brighter, took its place. It was the palace dining room. The table was set with expensive meat, sauces, and hardly any vegetables. Every chair was occupied. Nick sought out Lynet from the crowd of black hair and green eyed people. It appears that genetics run strong within the family. Lynet sat with her back straight. She was in a different outfit, one less revealing and but equally as black. The dress reached down to the floor and spread out in a circle. The dress wrapped around her torso as if to conceal desirable treasures. Her hair was pulled back into a pony tail, some of the strands braided. A pleasant smile graced her blossom red lips as she bit lightly into a piece of meat.

"Sister," a young woman across from her spoke up as she took a sip of her wine. "Where is Maurice? I haven't seen him around lately."

Everyone's attention turned to Lynet. They all had curious glances.

"My dear niece, your sister speaks an interesting point. Where is Maurice?" A man several seat away from Lynet spoke as well. Lynet produced a shocked and embarrassed expression.

"Please forgive me. I must be tired. I forgot to mention that he returned home. It appears there was some emergency he had to attend to. He regrets that he was unable to bid you farewell, father." Lynet bowed her head to her father as if on behalf of Maurice.

Nick grew even more disgusted with her. He knew that Lynet wasn't what he figured she'd be. From Christina's journal Nick thought her to be the innocent victim to Jourdenete's cruelty. Apparently there was more he needed to know. He was completely wrong on what happened between the two. Frustrated at Lynet's antics, Nick turned to Christina. It was helpful of Christina to show him Lynet and Jourdenete's life but there were still some questions that he still needed to ask. He opened his mouth to release the first question when he realized Christina didn't look too good. Her skin was flushed pink, her head hung down to her chest, and her breathing was labored. Carlos hovered around her, checking her temperature and looking worried.

"She's burning up." Carlos said. "Christina, let go."

"… No…" She murmured.

"Christina, you have to let the spell go or else you'll die!" He shouted.

Nick shot out of his seat and was by her side immediately. Carlos snarled at him, weary of a Grimm being so close to an incapacitated Wesen. There was definitely a relationship between the two but Nick wasn't worried about that. He was worried about her health.

"What's wrong with her?" He asked, slipping into detective mode.

"She's using too much magic. Her body is rejecting the commands she's forcing on it. The magic is burning her from the inside." Carlos said.

"Christina, can you hear me?" Nick called to her. His voice rose slightly. She nodded her head. "Christina, listen to Carlos. You have to release the spell."

"No…" She refused. Her lips began to move, forming words, but she could only manage haggard whispers. Nick and Carlos leaned in to hear what she was saying. It was the spell. She was reciting the spell out loud to retain it. Without thinking, Carlos grabbed her shoulders and shook her violently. Nick's eyes bugged as her head flopped back and forth lifelessly.

"Carlos! No! Stop!" Nick grabbed onto his wrist. Carlos growled at him. "Shaking her won't help," Nick clarified his intentions. Looking ashamed, Carlos released her.

"We need to get her to stop using her magic. It'll really kill her if she continues like this." Carlos said. Nick looked at Christina. Sweat was beginning to develop on her brow and sliding down the edges of her cheek bones. It soaked into the collar of her shirt. Carlos was right. She was looking worse by the minute. He touched her neck gently. It was burning dangerously hot. He pulled away and blew on his hand as he went through with his options. Slowly he looked at Carlos. Carlos looked back.

"Carlos, I'm going to need you to not attack me." Nick said.

"What? What are you going to do to her?" Carlos roared.

"Just trust me; I'm doing this to save her." Nick warned him before putting his hand behind Christina's head. He gripped her skull firmly before giving Carlos another warning look. The Blutbad steeled himself for what was to come. Without another thought, Nick slammed Christina's head against the table. The effect was immediate. The scene that was still playing behind them cracked. It shattered and the world around them began to shake violently once more. Carlos gripped onto the table and so did Nick as they rode out the shaking that was worthy of a category five storm. Christina sagged in her seat, slipping down till her head was rested uncomfortably on the backrest. The shaking jostled her till she fell to the floor. Nick tried to reach out to her but he couldn't. Every time he tried, he was thrown off his feet and scrambling to grab onto the table. He watched her body lie on the ground. At least she was breathing.

The shaking was over faster than it was the first time. Perhaps it's because Christina was unconscious. The club began to piece together around them. Some of them came back in forms of blocks building atop one another. Some parts looked like shattered glass being rewound in time. Nick remained still when the room was in one piece once again; just in case there was any residue magic left that would knock him off his feet again. When none came, he scrambled for Christina. Carlos was already by her side. He felt for her temperature.

"She's still burning." Carlos said.

"We have to stop the fever. Do you have any Tylenol?" Nick asked.

"It won't work. It's not a fever. Her insides are literally on fire." Carlos lifted her up. He rushed up the stairs and kicked open the door at the far end of the hall. Nick followed closely behind him. They entered into a large private apartment that was well lit by fluorescent lights. Carlos carried Christina pass the living room and straight towards the bathroom.

"Fill the tub with cold water!" He shouted as he placed Christina down on the toilet and began stripping her. Nick rushed past him for the knobs. He turned the one with a blue strip on it and cold water began filling the tub. He plugged the drain and turned around. Carlos managed to tug off all of Christina's clothes in record time. She wasn't really wearing much anyway. He pushed Nick aside and dumped her into the tub. They stepped back as Christina rested in the tub. They watched as she slid down further into the tub as it was being filled.

"Shouldn't we bring her back up?" He asked.

Carlos shook his head.

"Not yet," Carlos whispered.

"… You want her to drown?" Nick was growing restless.

"She' snot going to drown," Carlos replied as he moved to sit on the tub's edge. He reached in and pulled up Christina's arm. He felt along her skin. It was still flushed red. He dropped it back into the tub. Nick, feeling awkward, took a good look around the bathroom. He grew bored instantly. There wasn't much a bathroom could do to hold his interest.

"You can leave if you want. I can take care of her by myself." Carlos suggested.

"No, I can't just leave her." Nick rejected the offer. He wasn't one to run when someone was in trouble.

"What's your relationship with Christina?" Carlos growled. He was staring at her face. Bubbles were rising to the surface as she released a small puff of breath.

"There isn't a relationship. Jourdenete cursed me and she helped reverse the curse." Nick explained.

"Help? Christina doesn't help people. Stop lying." Carlos turned to him with red eyes. It was a warning for Nick.

"I'm not lying. I don't remember what happened but I'm telling the truth. I have a friend who has a friend who knows Christina. They helped me get in contact with her and somehow they convinced her to help." Nick knew it sounded fishy but he wasn't so sure about outing Monroe and Angelina to the wesen world about them being in contact with a Grimm. He knew how taboo that was supposed to be. Carlos arched an eyebrow at him.

"Of course, you're not suspicious at all." He rolled his eyes. He looked back down at Christina. More bubbles were rising to the surface as she released larger puffs of breath.

"All I can say," Nick shrugged his shoulders. Carlos snorted. He leaned in to look at Christina's face and then backed away suddenly. He pushed Nick back and grabbed a towel off the rack. He spread it out in front of them, blocking their view of the tub. Nick couldn't see what was happening but all of a sudden there was a loud splash and Christina was gasping for breath. Water droplets splashed everywhere, soaking into the wall, tiles, and into Nick's jeans. Christina's nails raked against the tub's marble as she scrambled to lean over the edge of it. She was breathing hard and loud, occasionally gasping. Carlos walked forward and wrapped her up in the towel before lifting her out of the tub. Nick exited the bathroom to allow Carlos room to move.

Carlos carried her into a room across the hall. He deposited her onto the bed. She rolled away from him and buried into a pillow. Christina groaned as she gripped onto her head.

"What happened?" She asked.

Nick turned to look at Carlos, confused himself.

"Temporary amnesia; it's a symptom," he explained. "You overworked your magic." Carlos said to Christina. She groaned again.

"What was I thinking?" She asked.

"I don't know. You tell me." Carlos folded his arms and glared at her with wide eyes. She flashed him her middle finger.

Nick sighed. He moved forward to stand by Carlos as they stared down at her. She peeked out from where she rested her head on the pillow. Her green eyes connected with Nick's own grey ones. Slowly she lifted her head again.

"Hey," she said.

"Hello," Nick resisted the urge to laugh. Carlos rolled his eyes. He pushed her head back down.

"Go to sleep," he said. She rolled her eyes but turned away and curled into herself. Carlos threw the blanket over her. "She'll be out for a while. I think it's best if you leave now. When she's better, I'll ask her about contacting you again."

Carlos didn't leave it open for discussion. As subtle as he could, he began to direct Nick out the bedroom door. He closed it behind him and led Nick down the hall towards the door. Nick, not really one to intrude unnecessarily, allowed the Blutbad to lead him down the stairs to the front door.

"Listen," Carlos grabbed onto his arm when Nick moved to exit the bar. "What I said about Christina not being one to help people is true. Through all the years that I've known her, she's always been one for solitude. She forms relationships but she keeps everyone at arm's length. She doesn't just help people."

Carlos released his arm and slammed the door in his face. Nick blinked.

MONROENICK

Nick returned home in a slight daze. As a Grimm he met some awkward and weird situations but that might have been the cherry on top of the cake. He slipped into the little house quietly, aware that Monroe might be asleep. It was early evening but the Blutbad sometimes took late afternoon naps that stretched into the night. His carefulness was a wasted effort though. He walked into the living room to find Monroe sitting there watching TV. The Blutbad looked up at him with a smile.

"Hey, how'd your day go?" Monroe moved over a little to make room for Nick. The Grimm smiled gratefully and flopped down onto the couch with a relieved sigh.

"It was weird." He answered.

"Oh, how so?" Monroe turned to look at the TV again.

"… I found Christina." Nick decided to just throw it out there instead of burying it into whole other facts about his day. Monroe jerked his head around to stare at Nick wide-eyed.

"You did?" He asked. Nick nodded.

"Yup, I found her. I was following up on a lead. Summers' colleague and friend Richard Beck gave me information about him leaving with a woman in a club called 69 Nights. From how he described the woman, it sounded like Jourdenete. I followed up on the lead and when I got to the club I found its owner is a Blutbad by the name Carlos and he's a friend of Christina. She's been hiding there. Carlos has an apartment above the club."

"So that's why we couldn't find her." Monroe muttered.

"Hmm?" Nick closed his eyes and burrowed into Monroe's side. The Blutbad wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "You've heard of the club?"

"Most of us Wesens have heard of it but most of us also can never find it." Monroe explained. "It's supposed to be some kind of secret hide out for the Wesens who were casted out of their communities or something like that. It's so secretive that its purpose is a secret." Monroe rolled his eyes.

"Well, I don't know about ostracized Wesens but Summers and Becks definitely were patrons of that club. They've been there couple of times." Nick muttered.

"Did Christina tell you anything? Did you ask her about Juliette?" Monroe asked. Nick shook his head.

"I didn't get a chance to ask about Juliette but she did tell me something."

"What did she tell you?"

"She told me that Jourdenete was originally a human who gained the powers of an Enchantress. She was born in the eleventh century and was a servant to Lynet, Christina's ancestor. Apparently there was some kind of love feud going on between the two women and man named Maurice."

"… Wow…" Monroe gaped like a fish. He didn't know what to say.

Nick breathed in the Blutbad's scent. He always loved smelling it. It calmed him. Monroe pulled him closer.

"… Anything else?" Monroe asked a bit hesitant. Nick furrowed his eyebrows. He opened his eyes and pulled away gently.

"Yeah, Carlos said something to me before I left." He said. Monroe waited for him to continue. "He said that Christina doesn't just help people."

"Really?"

"I think he was implying that there's something in it for her to help us…" Nick said. Monroe looked at him a little confused. The Grimm sighed. Of course Monroe would look at him confused. Nick had neglected to tell him the entire story. He settled into the couch and toed off his shoes. With ease, he lifted his legs onto the couch and shimmied further into its leather. Monroe moved to sit more on his side and crossed his legs, sort of shielding Nick and caging him into the couch. Nick didn't mind though. It made him feel safe, something he rarely felt since the whole Grimm business started. Monroe handed him a cup of tea that he had sitting on the table. Nick took it with a smile. He sipped at it gently.

"Christina used her magic to show me the past." Nick explained. "She sort of damaged herself by using too much magic. Her magic was cooking her from the inside. We had to cool her down by dumping her into a bath full of ice cold water. Carlos asked me how I knew her and I said she helped me with I was cursed. He went on to say that she didn't help people and that I was lying. He even threatened me with red glowing eyes."

Monroe's eyebrow twitched but he otherwise remained silent. Nick rolled his eyes though.

"I think he's only jealous though."

"Oh?"

"I think they're a couple. When I arrived there, Carlos was in a wife beater and a pair of boxers. She was wearing his shirt." Nick smirked. "He was probably jealous. I don't have much experience but I do know one thing. Blutbaden are possessive." Nick's smirk stretched as he leaned into Monroe. He rested a hand on the Blutbad's thigh and nuzzled into his neck. Gently he kissed the pulse. Monroe hummed in appreciation.

"You might be right. Blutbaden hardly have casual sex. There needs to be a bond, something to attach one to another emotionally. Having sex is like baring his neck for the other to tear, mangle, and rip apart. If the partner attacked, that was it. There's no coming back." Monroe explained through his humming. Nick smiled into his neck. Feeling playful, he bit it gently. Monroe growled. He grabbed onto Nick's shoulders and pushed the younger man into the couch. He climbed over Nick and pushed his legs apart so he could rest between them. Nick set the cup of tea onto the coffee table before wrapping his arms around Monroe's waist. A broad smile stretched across his lips as Monroe leaned down to give him a kiss.

The kiss skipped right pass pecking to tongue twister. Monroe pushed pass Nick's lips and nudged teeth apart with his own so his tongue could slide into the hot cave of Nick's mouth. He searched for Nick's tongue. It was a short search. Nick wasn't keen on hiding from him. His tongue surged forward to wrap around his and tugged it in to show him around. Monroe moaned in pleasure. His fingers dug into Nick's shoulders as their tongues did a small dance around each other. They rubbed up against one another before Nick chased Monroe's tongue into the Blutbad's mouth. It was Nick's turn to moan when Monroe copied his earlier move. He wrapped his tongue around Nick's and dragged him further into his mouth. The Grimm had to arch his neck to accommodate the Blutbad. Nick trailed his fingers up Monroe's sides, over his shoulders, and wrapped them around Monroe's neck. He didn't press nor did he squeeze. He just rested his fingers around Monroe's neck, feeling each breath the Blutbad took. He felt for the pulse, pressing into it, feeling it race.

Nick pulled away from the kiss with a wet pop of their lips. He licked his lips and moaned in delight.

"Delicious," he whispered. Gently, he reached upwards and tugged Monroe's head down. The Blutbad cradled his head on Nick's shoulder as the Grimm stretched to reach his ear. "I don't understand this bond you're talking about."

Monroe looked up.

"Let me teach you then." He whispered huskily into Nick's ear.

"Mmhmm, will you?" Nick jerked his hips up into Monroe's. The Blutbad growled.

"Most definitely," Monroe surged forward to wrap his mouth over Nick's neck. He sucked on the skin harshly with intent to leave a bruise. Nick arched into him and moaned loudly. He bent his head back, stretching out his neck, to give Monroe more space to suck and bite on. He loved it when the Blutbad marked him. He'd have to cover them up with a band-aid or a scarf when he went out but knowing they were there was exhilarating. Knowing that other Wesen could probably smell Monroe on him gave him a sense of protection. They would know that he was taken. They would know that if they were to think about permanently harming Nick, they wouldn't just have a Grimm on their tails but also a Blutbad. It was the ultimate protection that Nick could have. With that in mind, Nick urged Monroe to mark him further by tugging on his jean's belt buckle. He pulled it out of the jean's loops and threw it away. He unzipped Monroe's zipper before diving in to search for that hardened penis that was pressing into his own.

The reaction was instant. The moment Nick wrapped his hand around Monroe's penis, the Blutbad bit down harder onto Nick's neck. The Grimm reacted by grinning and moaning Monroe's name. That only encouraged the Blutbad to leave more marks on him. Slowly, Nick released Monroe from the confines of his jeans and stroked him. It was a slow gentle pace. He didn't want to go too fast. The friction would burn not only his hand but Monroe at his most sensitive part. And if that happened that would be a huge problem for the both of them. Monroe growled lowly into Nick's ear as Nick stroked him.

"We shouldn't do this here where there's no lube." Nick whispered into his ear. Monroe growled. He wrapped his arm around Nick's waist before lifting the both of them up. Nick wrapped his legs around Monroe's waist as he walked them to the bedroom. Nick never stopped his slow torturous ministrations of stroking Monroe's dick. A smirk played at his lips when he jerked the head and Monroe swayed a little.

"Careful, wouldn't want to explain to the doctor how we both got concussions at the same time." He laughed.

Monroe kicked the door open and threw Nick onto the bed. The Grimm bounced up and down for a moment before Monroe pinned him down.

"I'd explain gladly away." He growled huskily.

A/N: HOLD IT! Let's think about this before we form an angry mob and fork the author to death. If I died, no one will finish this story. Sooooo… I deserve to live… right?

At the moment, let's just assume they've done it. I don't have the confidence at the moment to write a sex scene. If someone out there is reading this and feels they can write a sexy and wet sex scene that'd make us hot and bothered then you're welcomed to try. I will credit you for it and thank you immensely.

I found it amusing that as I was writing the last scene I was eating grapes… what does that say about me?