Chapter Two: Nick

I stared at the woman in front of me, who's eyes gleamed out of the darkness of her silhouette and who's dark head was haloed by the street lamp just outside the car. Something within me jarred. I felt this insane urge to just sit there and stare at her. I wasn't scared. If anything, I felt more reassured than I had in months, maybe even years.

She slowly smiled at me, and her eyes gleamed even brighter. Blue, her eyes were. An amazing royal blue.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" She asked in a bored tone. "Clearly, you have all the time in the world. Unfortunately, I do not."

I blinked, and stared at her eyes harder. Had they just changed colour? To green? A vivid emerald green?

She clicked her fingers out towards the wind shield of the car, trying to get me to focus.

"Oi, buddy, focus. I don't have all day."

I swear my mind was going fuzzy. Was that a British accent I heard? That gorgeous, soft, flowing English accent that was just so adorable and proper?

She rolled her eyes, still an emerald green, and slumped back against the back seat of the chair.

"Geez, you Grimms." She grumbled, fluffing her hair and tipping her head back wearily. Her eyes stayed open though, and alert. "You have the attention span of a gnat." She aggressively snapped her fingers at the last word, shaking her head like she couldn't believe it. "I mean, you're suppose to be the ultimate killing machines of the world. I feel you've let me down, Grimm. No, I feel cheated. Used."

Her voice, still very gorgeous and British, now took on a mocking, teasing tone. And I loved it.

I didn't know what to say. I could only stare at her. Something inside me jarred once more. I no longer wanted to just stare at her. I wanted to be close to her.

Uncomfortable now, I shifted.

"Whats with calling me Grimm? I thought you were a Grimm."

Ha. Nice, Nick. I thought to myself smugly. You do not sound like a suddenly obsessed person who wants to run there fingers up and down a random woman's skin and not allow any other man to even look at her.

Yep. I still did not sound like a suddenly obsessed person.

She sighed and sat back up and hunched over, hunching her shoulders and lacing her fingers together as she rested her elbows onto her knees. Somehow, she shrugged.

"I said, basically put I'm you. I never said I was a Grimm. To be honest, I'm not entirely sure what I am." She peeked at me out of the corner of her eye, and I shifted towards her, trying to be subtle about it. "They know, they just don't want to let me in on this little fact. No, that would be too easy. Go find the Grimm who lives in Portland. They say. Its important for you, him and the rest of the world. They say. By the way, you have to live and work with the Grimm until we give you orders no longer to do so. Bastards." She suddenly swung her head right around to face me, her eyes sharp, gleaming and flashing with meanness and spite. Was that anger? Her eyes were suddenly a very bright red. "And for fuck sake, STOP MOVING CLOSER TO ME! What the hell are you, a sick pervert?"

I stopped suddenly. How the hell had she noticed? But now she was moving aside, opening the car door as quietly as she had come in and slipping out into the darkness. Her clothes were already allowing her to blend in with the surrounding blackness.

"No, wait, stop!" I called, completely forgetting the crime scene and people that weren't too far away from the car and probably could not see the girl. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you. I just felt...well, never mind. Look, I'm sorry. Please get back in the car. I didn't mean to scare you."

Her eyes dimmed, but still gleamed, and her fingers on the car door loosened. I narrowed my eyes on the dents she'd left in the car, and she too turned to stare at them. She cursed.

"Damn it. Why does this always happen?" She demanded, placing her fingers on the other side of the dents. Very carefully, her fingers strained and her face turned white at the effort but she managed to push the dents back into place. She tenderly stroked the car with the very tips of her finger tips. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I love you." She told my car.

Then, suddenly, her fingers were gone. She turned back to me like nothing had happened. She flipped her hair.

"I'm not scared of you. I was just worried I'd got into a paedophiles car. I mean, how old are you, seriously though? You look much older than me anyway, but I also heard Grimms can't age. So you could be one thousand, for all I know."

I chuckled, feeling that tight sense of anxiety leave me all at once.

"No, I'm pretty sure we can age." I wanted to ask her more questions as well, but didn't want to scare her off. I decided to stick to safer ground. "Please get in the car? Tell me your name, maybe your age? We can chat, since you're meant to be living with me. You could tell me who actually sent you?"

Opps. If ever there were a question that would scare her off, that was it. But she didn't look like she was about to take flight. If anything, she looked more comfortable. She grinned at me.

"Sorry, Grimm, baby, but I gotta slide." She was imitating somebody, I didn't know who, and the accent sounded funny with her thick British accent coming through behind it. And when she called me Baby, my entire body growled with possessiveness and desire. What the fuck was wrong with me?

"But don't you worry, I'll be back to see you later." She promised and flung her dark brown hair over her shoulder. "Didn't think you'd get rid of me that easy, did ya? I've gotta a job to do with you."

She glanced at her wrist, at a black leather watch I hadn't even realized was there.

"Your name, before you go?" Was I actually pleading? And was I actually going to let her live in my house, despite the face I didn't know her at all?

"My names Beatrix. Thats all you need to know about me at the moment. You wanna find out more, get your friend, the Wesen, Monroe, to dig some more up on me. Maybe he can tell me some more as well. No use going to your human friend, Hank. I won't show up on any database any mortals got yet." She winked at me. "Now, I really gotta be going. I can't be late otherwise...well, lets just say I'm rather fond of the position my head is currently in. Catch ya later, Baby."

And she had vanished into the night.

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I'm so sorry, this isn't as good as the first chapter, but I just wanted to get it out there to set the scene about how Nick's feeling and how Beatrix looks from his point of view. I'm sorry for it being crap!