From vampires to werewolves and wolves to angels, what else could possibly get in the way of a perfect little town of supernatural occurrences? Well unfortunately, this fairy tale will never have a happy ending.
In a dark daze of unfortunate seclusion and disorientation, a simple minded young white wolf had her back on a cold stoney and uneven ground. Unable to feel the damage to her body due to complete numbness, the young wolf attempted to bring herself back to the present time. Out for almost five days and completely oblivious to her current circumstance, she opened her eyes wide. A large gasp released from her restless body as she glimmered down at the floor beneath her. Vomit and blood in splatters and pools traced around her. She followed it all to see it was all the same. As the numbness faded she looked down to see some of the sticky red liquid glommed in between her pale fingers. As her blue eyes slightly moved, she felt the cold breeze hit her as she realized she was completely naked. In that moment, she began to feel lost and scared. For a moment she hadn't remembered her name.
"Mia," a voice said. The name flashed back to her, that's right, her name was Mia. "I'm surprised you're awake."
Mia glimpsed over by the doorway as the steel door was slammed closed and a familiar face began to descend down the steel steps and stop by a table. The sounds of clashing metal rang through her ears. It was almost painful to hear as each slam got louder and more painful. As she recounted the mans face over and over again, she realized, she was not safe and the man in question was Barlow Kerman, Lance's father and the "king" of Grimm's in the small town of Beacon Hills. Mia suddenly jumped into panic mode and leaped up from her position on the floor and frantically looked around for an easy get away. Barlow kept his gaze down on the table, continuing on with the loud clashing of metal.
"There's no point in trying to get away. This place is a maze, it was meant to keep creatures like you locked up," Barlow said, his gaze still away. Mia gulped back as she slowly looked back at him.
"Creatures like me? Like the supernatural?" Mia asked, scared. Barlow stopped and slowly turned with a smile.
"Exactly," he said, wiping his hands with a rag and putting it down before sitting in a rolling stool by the metal table. Mia continued to glare at him, her hands shaking. "I'm sure you're curious as to where all this blood and vomit came from?" Mia looked down at the floor, remembering the scenery.
"No," she paused and looked up. "I know what it is." Barlow glared at her for a moment, watching her carefully.
"Is the change always so gruesome?" he asked. Mia nodded. He remained quiet. "Too be honest it was…. Beautiful to watch. The pain mixed in with the passion, it was like a real life piece of art. Then the change and the sweat, gorgeous. But the change back," Barlow paused, rising from his seat, slowly walking over to Mia, snapping his fingers. "That is magnificent. The sudden rush of the animals body, catapulting back into normality, blood and vomit coming from your mouth and splattering on the floor, creating plastered art. It's really….. To die for."
"What do you want?" Mia asked, cutting to the chase, annoyed by his talk and soulfully disgusted with him. Barlow grew a large grin.
"I want what every Grimm wants," He paused, looking at her. He brought up his hand and slowly brushed her platinum hair behind her ear. "A dead white wolf. A gift for my son." Barlow turned and began to head back to the metal table. "I think the most horrible thing about all of this is the fact that MY boy likes you, a supernatural. Something he's supposed to kill not love. It disgusts me and it pisses me off all the more! And that god damn vampire, showing up when she knows she's not fucking welcome here!" Mia quickly remembered Kelly.
"What did you do with Kelly!?" Mia snapped. Barlow stopped again and turned.
"Nothing unfortunately. As far as she's concerned, she killed you. Her state of mind is alternating as she gets older. Scenery and regret are slowly leaving her as she dwells closer to the state of a true blood thirsty creature. I'll deal with her eventually, her and her father. That will all be done in time but for now, you should be more worried about yourself because it's not looking so good for you darling," Barlow chuckled to himself. Mia gulped back and slowly fell down till she was seated on the cold stone once more. Thinking, hoping and begging that none of this was real and that she had dreamt it all.
The following day was confusing and ultimately the worst of a bad week. Lance sat quietly in the back corner, secluding himself from the rest of the class as best he could. He had been up all night. His lack of sleep was due from his fathers late return home. When he saw him, he had a large smile on his face and the attitude of someone who had completed a long lustful goal. For Barlow, there was truly one reason for that. He killed a supernatural. Or so Lance was assuming. His biggest fear was that it was Mia. He wasn't prepared to find his friend's dead body in the middle of the woods. Oddly enough for this Grimm, it was distasteful.
"Lance? Are you listening to me?" Lance quickly snapped out of it and turned to look at Thomas who glared at him oddly.
"Um-uh, yeah," Lance replied, rubbing his head. Thomas raised his eyebrow.
"Really? What did I say then?" He asked in his teenage British accent. Lance glared blankly into Thomas and said nothing. "That's what I thought. What's been going on with you lately? You haven't said a god damn thing to any of us. It seems like everyone is just dealing with the same shit. Blake hasn't spoken to me in days and has been off with Claire, Scott and Stiles are occupied with Derek and his who his next pack members will be, I don't really talk to Allison so I can't tell if she is being weird or not, Jackson is becoming some weird asshole, weirder than usual and Kelly and Mia have been declared missing. I just don't know what to do anymore," Thomas sighed and bit his lip in thought. Lance watched him. He was right. There group was up and down at the moment.
"I don't think we were ready for this, any of it," Lance said, glaring blankly into the desk. Thomas looked at him and sighed.
Just as the rest of the class began to get settled in as well as the teacher, the door opened wide and in came Stiles father. He made his way over to the teacher and whispered in his ear. They shared a look. Lance glared. Scott and Stiles on the other side of the room, turned and glimpsed back at Lance and Thomas, sharing a look of wonder. Stiles father stepped aside as another figure came through the door. It was Kelly. Gripping her books close and heading to the closest empty seat. Stiles father leaned down to her. Scott glared and tuned in.
"If you need anything Kelly, do tell us, please," he said before exiting the classroom. Kelly kept her gaze down, feeling all eyes on her. As Scott glared, the teachers words began to fade into nothing. Scott grew ever more confused and his focus on Derek's pack disappeared as he wondered, if Kelly was here then were was Mia?
Class soon ended and Kelly had rushed her way out of the classroom. Scott and Stiles rose out of their desks and stood there, blankly and confused as they glared in where the little vampire had rushed off. Thomas and Lance came up to the two boys and glared the same way. All of them were shocked and more than a little confused. Lance gulped back. He was the most surprised of all.
"So, if Kelly is alive and here… Than where the hell is Mia?" Stiles questioned. Scott glimpsed at him.
"I have no idea," Scott replied. Stiles bit his lip. He was starting to really worry about her. More than usual.
"There is something I should probably tell you guys," Lance said, his gaze still off in the distance. Scott, Thomas and Stiles all turned and looked at him.
~ One hour later in the boys locker room ~
"What?! How could you not say anything?" Thomas asked in disbelief.
"I-I did say something," Lance said, rubbing his arms as he began to get nervous.
"No you didn't? Who did you tell?" Stiles asked, annoyed.
"I told Allison," he said, slowly biting his lip and looking down. Scott quickly shot him a look. Why Allison of all people?
"When was that?" Scott asked.
"Not too long ago. We've sort of been looking for them for the past few day," Lance replied, feeling the death glare.
"Just the two of you?" Stiles asked. Lance nodded. Thomas quickly sighed and rubbed the back of his head.
"Well shit mate, I wish you said something earlier," Thomas sighed.
"You guys were busy doing your own thing. It didn't even seem like you guys gave a shit about where Mia was?" Lance snapped, feeling the accusations getting out of hand. "Alright? Allison and I didn't want to bother any of you so we decided to deal with it ourselves since we were the only ones who cared enough too!"
"What? You think we didn't care? Of course we did!" Stiles snapped.
"You really think I just wanted to pretend that Mia wasn't gone? That I wasn't worried? That I didn't care? I owe Mia my life. She's my friend too and I hate the fact that I couldn't go out there and look for her," Scott said, tears almost escaping his eyes. Lance glared at him. He didn't like conflict and he sure didn't want to be responsible for it.
"Look, I don't know if what Kelly had told me is true or not. All I know is that Mia is still missing and it isn't too late to find her. We HAVE to find her," Lance said. Scott, Stiles and Thomas began to calm down. One by one they thought it over in their minds. Where could Mia have been?
Pacing aimlessly back and fourth, Claire began to wonder about her teenage friends sudden distance. She had gotten news of missing Mia and the odd reappearance of Kelly who was last seen with Mia and not to mention the news about Isaac and Derek's break out escape. It was all rushing to her and it was starting to cause her stress and anxiety. Before she could gain another worry or thought, the buzzer went off. Claire turned sharply to the window and headed over. Pushing back the curtain she looked down at the front door to see Eloah by himself. It was odd for him to do so, she knew that it must be important if he came without reinforcements. Claire quickly bolted down to the front door and opened it wide. As she opened it and looked at her leader, he grew a big smile that traced across his face.
"Hello Parisa," he said. Claire looked him up and down and stepped back to let him in. As he headed upstairs, Claire closed the door and rushed up behind him.
"Can I get you anything?" Claire asked. Eloah looked around.
"Water please," he said. Claire nodded and walked over to the kitchen area and grabbed a glass and filled it with water. Walking over she handed it to him and sat down on one of the couches. He did the same. "So, what can I do for you?"
"A few things actually," Eloah said. He watched as Claire rolled her eyes and grabbed a cigarette from the pack on the coffee table in front of her. "Started smoking again?"
"Never stopped," she replied before lighting it and leaning back against the comfy back seat of the black leather couch. "Now, what can I do for you?" Eloah gave it one look before placing the glass of water down on the coffee table and reaching into his bag, pulling out files.
"I got news on the where a bouts of your friendly little white wolf," he stated as he opened up the file. Claire froze in concentration.
"Why not bring it to the police?" Claire asked. Eloah looked up at her.
"Because I don't believe the police would understand the predicament of the situation," Eloah said. Claire continued to stare at him. "The Grimm's have made a daring move. Barlow Kerman has made a terrible mistake. A mistake that you have to correct," Eloah stated. Claire glared at him, her confusion rising slightly. "Now, as you know I can only find out so much. But one thing I have discovered is that Mr. Kerman has taken Mia. Where is the part I do not know." Eloah passed her the file on Mia's disappearance. She took it from him and began to flip through.
"Barlow Kerman has been quiet for some time. Why start up with Mia?" Claire asked. Eloah smiled at her.
"Because his son has fallen for her," Eloah stated. Claire watched him for a moment before looking back at the file. "There is one small catch though." Claire continued to flip through the file.
"Like what?"
"You must complete this task with Chris Argent and my son," he said. Claire quickly shot up a look.
"Chris? Why?" Claire asked, shocked and annoyed.
"Because I said so," Eloah replied. Claire gulped back, feeling her dry and nervous throat.
"And Yael? No offence Eloah but your son isn't exactly the brightest angel," Claire said firmly.
"I know. But he needs something to do and he needs some sort of guidance," Eloah replied. Claire chuckled.
"And why the hell can't you do it?" Claire said. Eloah froze, glaring at her. Claire knew he was hiding something.
"A few days ago I had a dream, a nightmare," Eloah said before rising and making his way over to the window and glaring out. "I saw my son's death." Claire glared in shock. She felt slightly bad for Eloah. A cruel and ignorant man but the man who had guided her through everything. "I know he is going to die and there is nothing I can do to stop it. It's fait and you know it. You can't stop death. If it's meant to be, it's meant to be." Eloah turned and looked at her. "Do this for me and I promise you, your halo and your light will never be taken."
"Okay Eloah, I promise," Claire said. Eloah nodded and looked down before heading over to the next file.
"This file here is very important and I ask that you do not open it till the issue itself comes up," Eloah said before handing it over to her. Claire glared at it and sighed.
"I won't open it, if you tell me," she paused and looked up at him. "Who it is for." Eloah gulped back and glimpsed down at the file.
"It's about a girl named Amber Elmbell. Your paths will cross and when it does, be prepared for anything," Eloah finalized before heading to the door. "Just remember, this girl, can NOT die. It's up to you to keep her safe when the time comes. You made a promise, keep it."
Claire glared in his direction as he descended down the stairs. As she heard the door close she looked down at the secret file. She began to wonder what exactly was meant by the fact the girl can't die. That she couldn't let her. Why did Eloah care so much about this one girl? Did he care? Her mind began to spin and she felt sick from it. Then she remembered Mia. She had to find her before Barlow decided her life was in need of a fast end. She begged and hoped that she wouldn't be too late. She made a promise, and she had to keep it.