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A/N: A few minutes ago, I realized I said at the end of the chapter "Tell me if Puck was way too OCD" That was an honest mistake and I meant to say OOC I am really sorry if I offended anyone, it was a spelling error, honestly I didn't mean to. (I'm pretty sure my spell check just defaulted to that, but I'm not sure.)

BY THE WAY: No one told me if they want (or don't want) me to do a QotD/QotW and pick a winner each chapter.

Disclaimer: I created Ray, Xavier, Chris, Andrew, and Sabrina's 'Past' that is all. The rest of the rights go to Michael Buckley, and whoever created the 'John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt' song.

Recap:

"Night, Grimm." I whisper petting Firstly and leaving the room, shutting the door behind me.

The Past's Not Always in the Past Chapter 24

Sabrina's POV

I woke up in my bed next to Daphne, wearing the clothes I had on earlier, but my shoe were off. I must have fell asleep during Puck's story, someone must have carried me up to my bedroom. Maybe it was Puck.

I look over at my clock, realizing it's still dark outside, and see it says 11:09 pm I groan and flop back down on my bed, but that's when I hear what woke me up, there's a tapping at the window. I sit up, swing my feet over the side of my bed, and push myself up. I stumble over to the window, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

I get to the window, and jump back a little, Ray's there rolling her eyes. I have no clue how she climbed up the side of the house, but there she is, waiting impatiently for me to open the window. That's when I remember we made a plan to meet at my house at 11:00, for me to tell her about the war and everafters.

I shake my head at her, telling her that I can't open the window. She looks at me confused, I look at the nails Mr. Canis hammered there what feels like so long ago; and act out the action of hammering nails into the window for her. She gives me an exasperated look in return.

I point at Ray and then the ground below her, signaling for her to climb down. I then jerk my thumb at myself and then in the direction of front door, saying that I'll let her in the front door.

Ray rolls her eyes once again (she's getting as bad as me) and starts climbing down. I turn around and walk silently out of my bedroom. Once I step in the hallway I hear some whispers coming from my parents room, and see light streaming out from under their door. They're awake.

I bite my lip, being extra careful to make no noise; and wincing whenever I hear a creak. Hopefully they'll just think it's the house settling. I know if I get caught doing this right now, I'll be in even more trouble than I am for my episode earlier.

I make it to the front door, carefully avoiding the creaky last step on the stairs. I unlock all the dead bolts and open the front door; Ray is standing there with her arms crossed. I signal Ray to be quiet by bringing a finger to my lips and let her in. I close the front door again and lock it back up.

"Step exactly where I step." I whisper to her.

We manage to carefully make it up the stairs without making a sound, but when we make it to the top I hear a loud creak behind me. I cringe and look to my parents room, their light now off. I signal Ray to hold up.

"What was that?" I hear my mom whisper to my dad on the other side of their door.

I bite my lip waiting for the response, "I'm sure it was nothing honey, go back to bed." My Dad says, slightly muffled by what must be his pillow.

"You're probably right," My Mom says after a pause, "besides this house is locked up tighter Fort Knox." I hear the bed creak, signaling my mom lying back down.

We make it into my bedroom with no more scares after that. Ray follows me through the portal and into the tree house; the lights turning on automatically. I walk to the kitchen and grab a water bottle out of the fridge.

"Want one?" I ask Ray.

"Sure." I hand her the one in my hand and grab another for myself.

Ray walks behind me to the trampoline room. And when we get there I do a flip on to it and go sit in the corner.

"You always were a subconscious show off, Twenty." Ray says laughing. I shrug, not really knowing what to say. Ray sits down next to me.

"You were going to tell me about stuff…" Ray prompts.

I sigh and ask her, "So what do you know about magic stuff?"

"I mean… I know all fairytale characters are real, live forever, and like to be called 'everafters'. And you're a Grimm, so you're… involved with them… but that's all I know." Ray answers.

"So the icegon was a big shock to you, huh?" I say.

Ray lets out a breathy laugh and says, "You could say that." "But I got I question for you, Ms. Icegon-Tamer."

"And what is that?" I ask nudging her.

"Is your life now, uh… always that… um, exciting?" Ray says, trying to find the right word.

"You could say that." I mimic her. "But seriously, that's why I wanted you here. My life used to always be that exciting… but recently it's settled down.

Ray looks at me confused, but I continue. "What I told you around Andrew… wasn't true. The Scarlet Hand isn't- wasn't a gang, but I guess it was sort of like one. Actually, I think this would be less confusing if I started from the beginning.

"Yeah that sounds like a good idea." Ray says.

"Okay so after I got dragged away from you guys, Smirt took us here, to Ferryport, to my grandmother and Mr. Canis. My Dad though, told me I had no grandmother, that she died long before I was born. Just like I told you, so long ago. Because I was told she was dead, I was very untrusting of her. And it didn't help she kept saying all this crazy stuff like Fairytales were actual events- crimes that the Wilhelm and Jacob Grimm- The Brothers Grimm- and other Fairytale 'writers' wrote down.

I take a breath and continue. "She said that our father and us were descendents of Wilhelm Grimm, and that her- and our job- was the same thing as Wilhelm's. Solve everafter crimes and write what happened down in our journals- for our descendents. Anyway, Granny heard about an 'incident' at Mr. Applebee's farm and thought it might have to do with everafters. She investigated the scene and came to the conclusion that a giant was the one causing the problems. Once again I thought she was wacky, but no. I was proven completely wrong when a few days later, the giant she was talking about took her and Mr. Canis, right before my eyes. We later found out the actual culprit was Jack, from Jack and The Beanstalk, and I killed a giant. But that wasn't the point. It's that once it became oblivious that Jack was the criminal; he had a blood red- a scarlet- handprint on his shirt, just like the one police found in my parents' car when they were kidnapped. That was the symbol of The Scarlet Hand, a terrorist group of everafters that's goals were to kill all Grimms and have everafters rule the world."

"Wait about how many everafters are there?" Ray asks.

"I don't know, I think there used to be about 2,000 in Ferryport Landing, I haven't met all everafters. I'm not sure how many are in the Faerie community…"

Ray looks at me confused and says, "Are there about 2,000 everafters in every small town?"

I laugh and answer, "No, Ferryport is just really special."

"How?" She asks.

"Well, long ago Wilhelm sailed a boat from Germany over to here. The boat was filled to the brim with everafters. They all made a home here, but a little while after they all got comfortable, they had trouble with a neighboring village. Many of the everafters were preparing an attack on the village, and Wilhelm had to take action. He, with the help of the powerful witch Baba Yaga, created a barrier around the whole town, that was see-through and but would not let any everafters leave the town, no matter how hard they tried to get out. All other everafters though were spread through out the whole world."

"Oh, okay, anyway continue." Ray says, and I do.

*Grunts in an annoyed way* So I wanted to make this chapter longer, but I was to busy. Hopefully I can update tomorrow and stuff, yeah.

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