Chapter 3: Nick

"Could she have cast a spell on me or something?" I asked, scraping my hand through my now unruly thatch of black hair. I was still rocking a serious bed-head, even after hardly sleeping the previous night. Every time I closed my eyes I saw her ever changing ones, and in those precious few minutes I actually did fall asleep all I could feel was her hand running down the length of my body, her body beneath mine, squealing, panting, gasping.

I hadn't had those types of thoughts since Juliette. I hadn't had those types of dreams ever. Nothing as vivid as the feelings this girl has inspired into me.

Frustrated, I started pacing up and down Monroe's living room, whilst Hank and Monroe sat on the sofa in front of me. Hank was snacking on Potato chips, Monroe was leafing through The Book. Yes, it had got to the stage where I had actually allowed The Book to leave the caravan.

"What? You thinks she's Wesen?" Hank asked through a mouth full of chips. He turned to Monroe. "These are nice, where'd you get them?"

Monroe nodded, pleased.

"Yeah, they're organic. My cousin makes them on his—"

"Guys!" I interrupted, almost growling. "Focus!"

Monroe turned back to look at me as Hank buried his head in the bowel of chips once more.

"Sorry, buddy, but I don't think I can help you. She doesn't sound like any kind of Wesen I know." He snorted with laughter and stood up, heading towards his kitchen. "If anything, she sounds like a myth."

I growled and stopped pacing.

"She's not a myth! I saw her in my car last night! She is very real!"

Monroe was chopping something in his kitchen.

"No, no, no, you misunderstand me! I mean she sounds like a creature from our myths. Our fairytale stories. You know the ones."

Hank looked up from his chips, suddenly interested, just as I lent against the door frame to Monroe's kitchen, watching him mash up some kind of red pepper paste.

"What? What fairy tale? What does she sound like?"

Monroe laughed and shook his head.

"Oh, just some creature who was suppose to be beautiful and irresistible to Wesen and Grimm alike. Supposedly they was strong, fast, powerful and could see Wesen whenever they wanted too, even if the Wesen were trying to hide. They called these people the Grimms Mate because they often worked with the Grimms, and the Grimms often fell in love with them, and they the Grimms. The Grimms and The Grimms Mate were said to be soul mates. They made the Grimms power stronger. Quite often they were women."

My blood suddenly ran cold. The Grimms Mate. I ran forward, catching myself on the counter before I went skidding into the cupboards.

"When was the last supposed sighting of these Grimms mates?" I demanded fiercely. "When?!"

Monroe looked up, astounded, and started to back away.

"I dunno." He shrugged, stuck on the urgency in my tone. "Some time around the fifteenth or sixteenth century. Then there was no record of them, supposedly because they were collected by their original creator or something. But, Nick, they don't exist."

Suddenly, the door swung wide open. Knee high leather boots stepped into the glistening kitchen, making a clean clicking sound across the floor. My mystery girl, Beatrix, appeared in the kitchen. She placed her hands on her hips.

"Oh, I dunno." She said. "That sounds very like me. And let me assure you, I do exists." She looked at me, right in the eyes, and they were black now. The deepest darkest black. "You wanna start talking, Grimm, baby?"

-0-

She had left instantly after Monroe had stuttered out his explanation, the same one he had given me. And when he had finished, she hadn't looked happy.

"You talk shit." She spat at his feet, but he had been so being staring dazedly at her I don't think he'd noticed the viciousness in her voice. "Absolute shit. You falling for this, Grimm?" She demanded of me, and I hadn't been able to reply because she was already striding for the door.

"I gotta go somewhere. Be somewhere. See some people." She paused at the kitchen door. "Kill some people. Oooh, yeah. Heads are gonna roll tonight. You'll be lucky, Bluebod, if it isn't yours."

"Wait!" I'd lunged for her, grabbing her hand and spinning her around to face me. Electricity zipped through my hand, shocking me, forcing me to tug her closer, right against my body. I could feel her, the softness of her stomach, the great big roundness of her breasts, see the fullness of her lips.

"Where do you think you're going?" I asked her huskily. She seemed a bit dazed too. I could've sworn she was pressing herself tighter against me. "I thought you said we were gonna work together, live together."

"Oh, we are. I finish a job, no matter how shitty the lies they might tell me might be." Her voice was dreamy and dazed. Not her usual confident, strong voice at all.

I bent my head closer to hers almost involuntary. The molten hot desire that was coursing through my veins and the electricity that shocked me at her touch was too much for me. I needed to have her. I wanted her.

"They might not be lies." My breath fanned her lips.

Her eyes dropped to my lips, before darting back up to my eyes. Lips, eyes, lips, eyes.

She nodded slowly.

"Oh, they're lies." Suddenly, her fingers were tunnelling through my hair and she shoved her lips on mine.

Her lips were red, soft. I could've sworn I was bruising them as I kissed her back, hard. Our tongues tangled in a battle of wills and my body pressed hers into the counter, crowding her, claiming her. I completely forgot about my two friends in the other room, one who was probably listening (Monroe) and one who was probably looking (Hank).

Suddenly, she shoved me back with strength I hadn't known she possessed. We were both breathing heavily and I stumbled as she pushed me.

Her eyes locked on mine as she smiled, her lips bruised from my touch.

"Catch you later, baby." She murmured through bruised, tingly lips. And then she was well and truly gone.

Monroe whistled as he strolled into his kitchen, slapping me, hard, on the back.

"Wow." He shook his head and whistled again. "Just...wow. That is one heck of a woman. If you don't want her, I'll have her."

My neck snapped around. My eyes burned. Some deep, unconventional, growling voice that wasn't mine emerged from deep inside me.

"No!" I yelled in the growly voice. "She is mine! Only mine!"

Hank peered around the doorway and froze. Monroe started to back away.

"Nick." Hank started. "Your eyes are red."