Ich Beurteile Alle
Disclaimer - I only own the ideas of the wesen race called Hälblut/Quartal Kindern (Half-blood/Quarter Children), the heritage concoction named Bringen Sie Ihr Erbe Trank (Bring Out your Heritage Potion), and my OC James Schwartznacht. After that, all things Grimm related are owned by various, highly rich VIP executives chilin' on their private beaches. (I will add on to my disclaimer as the story progresses.)
AN - Every odd numbered chapter will be present time, while every even numbered chapter will be a flashback of sorts explaining the history. I will try and have each chapter with at least 1,000 words, I will also try to post at least once every two weeks.
Sorry this chapter is late, I recently took a vacation with my extended family and I had little time to write. Then the Halloween season hit in and I was bustling around worrying over plans for October 31st. And with the Elections… gah! But I know readers don't like excuses, I always scoff whenever I read one, imagine how I feel writing one! Lest to say, I have had quite some time to go over and make this chapter, and what has it been, 3 something weeks since my last post? My most humble Appypollylogies.
Hope you all had a great Halloween!
Character pairings: OC/?, Nick/Juliette, and Monroe/Rosalee
IMPORTANT! Relevant Information for this chapter:
Since so many episodes have past I will try to double my work speed and get some more plot finished, I keep rewriting my AN every time a new episode comes out, so I was like, Let's finish this bitch!
Last but not least,
Enjoy!
"You should never take innocence for granted."
- B.L.P
Chapter III
Underneath an abandoned building near Moscow, Russia
September 19th, 2012
Ugh, my body is seriously hurting. James thought as she fell back onto her hospital gurney, exhausted.
The past two weeks had all been about vigorously training for an important visit from a mysterious royal family member.
James had yet to find out said family members name, only the fact that it was a male, which didn't give her any sense of ease or comfort.
It had taken James a few days to get used to woging into an actual wesen, but after the shock subsided the changing was quite useful.
She still had the ability to identify other wesen without woging.
Now she could call upon different abilities at a time, or all at once, depending at what her "trainers" where challenging her with.
James shivered remembering the gruesome sight she was fourteen days ago.
She looked down at her hands, seeing how the bones where less visual than they were when she had been taken out of the tank.
Her hair was taking back its usual glossy sheen, either it was from ingesting actual food or from the spa treatments she had been forced into every other day.
The thing that was bothering her most of all was the fact that she didn't know how long she had been in that coma.
Of course she worried about where she was and who had kidnapped her, but without the knowledge of how long she had been metaphorically dead to the world she had no way of knowing how much time had passed.
Weeks, months, even years could have passed, and she didn't even have a clue as to how long ago she had been taken.
Where does Monroe think I am? James had wondered on a daily basis.
Feh, he probably thinks I am dead in a ditch.
She winced, remembering how that related to her mission.
The mission.
Had the Verrat known it was a trick? Had they given the mission to her at all? Or had it all been this mysterious royals doing from the start?
So many questions were buzzing in her brain, yet James knew she couldn't answer any of them without new information.
The Geiers who had woken her up on the first day had turned out to be apart of a scientific team who had been assigned to experiment on her in all ways possible.
Apparently the final outcome was supposed to turn her into a new version of a Quartal Kind which had ALL the perks of being the descendent of four different wesen.
Well they succeeded. She thought bitterly.
James had always been an outsider because of her heritage; even her extended family had turned her back on her when her parents died.
At least when she was normal, well normal for her, she could still relate to the various Hälblut Kindern she had met over the years.
I guess I am all alone now. She mused.
She had never really had a problem being alone, only on a few occasions did she wish she had someone to talk to.
"Lights Out!" A voice called from behind the door, efficiently yanking James from her thoughts.
"Fine!" She yelled back.
With an audible click the electricity powering the overhead lights was cut off, quickly casting the room underneath a blanket of darkness.
"Big day tomorrow." She mumbles.
I wonder what's in store for me.
September 19th, 2012
Portland, Oregon
"A Hexenbiest (HEK-sən-beest; pl: -biester Germ. Hexe "witch" + Biest "beast") is a witch-like Wesen that resembles a demon or goblin, with visibly rotting or disfigured flesh. They work at the command of royalty and are extremely loyal creatures, but only to them, as to others they are treacherous and manipulative. When dealing with a Hexenbiest it is important to not to get on their bad side as they do not forgive and are capable of exacting their revenge in multiple wa-"
"Damn it!" Nick yelled as he shoves the tome out of his view, resulting with it falling off the desk and into a pile of similarly treated books.
They all say the same thing! Not one clue on how to cure Juliette! He furiously thought as he paced in the small, confining trailer.
He let out a frustrated sigh as he flung himself on to the mattress, looking up at the ceiling with its various maps he lets his mind wander.
Marie would probably know what to do…. He miserably thinks.
In a sad way, he knew he was right.
His aunt had known thousands of ways to kill a wesen, she had had a life full of training, and she had probably known a way to reverse the after affects of the curse.
Nick got up and began to put the tomes that he had left on the floor back in their original places.
As he put a particularly heavy book back underneath the weapons closet his eyes drift over the various tools used by his ancestors.
As he looks away his eye is caught by a long metal pole in the very back of the closet, being the curious policeman that he was he reached out for it.
Bringing it into the light of the room Nick's eyes widen at the item held in his hand.
Why would his Aunt have a Reapers Scythe in the closet?
Whilst still in his kneeling position on the floor he quickly moves the blade into a position where he could read its description.
Surprisingly it didn't say anything about the extinction of Grimms, It read in cursive:
"Ich Beurteile Alle"
His mind sub-consciously translated it into English.
I Judge All. Whispered his Grimm side.
"Huh" He grunts as he stands back up, weapon still in hand.
He twirls it in his hand, while his eyes look at all of its interesting details.
An intricate design made up of bones was carved into the staff, giving it the appearance of being made from the human material.
Probably to instill fear. Nick reasonably guessed.
As he twisted it once again another portion of writing caught his eye, yet this piece was inscribed on the butt of the staff.
The letters where carved with a painstaking flourish, he noticed as he traced his finger over the J.S, feeling the engraving with his pinkie finger.
"I wonder what ever happened to your wielder?" He curiously asked the metal as he folded it back in on itself.
He carefully pushed it back into it's resting place in the closet before getting up and preparing to go back to his house, Nick couldn't call it home anymore, He might never.
The trailer held many curious wonders, but none of them could ever help him with his problems.
I guess I just have to find my Hexenbeist. Nick thought grimly as he stepped out of the trailer and locked the door behind him.
Underneath an abandoned building near Moscow, Russia
September 19th, 2012
James…
James!
Wake up James Schwartznacht!
Come on Jamie, It's time to wake up sweetheart.
*Sigh*
Honey, Your father and I are going out for a little while, we will be back before you know it.
"Mama?" She mumbled.
It's all right sweetie, go back to sleep.
"No, Don't go…" She whimpered.
We will be home when you wake up.
Bye Jamie.
"NO! Don't leave me!" She screamed, jerking up into a sitting position.
James looked around, seemingly dazed before she starts to remember her nightmare.
Mom….
It had been a while since she had dreamed of her mother, the thought of the woman brought tears to her eyes.
The silver tracks spilled in identical lines, quickly moving down her cheeks to mix with the slick layer of sweat that had already developed on her face.
She harshly pulled the blanket off her body, allowing the cool air to reach her feverish limbs.
She sniffled as she rubs her face into the cloth still grasped in her right hand.
James sighs as she lies back down on the mattress, trying to calm herself by doing the usual tricks.
Breath in…
10
9
8
Breath out…
7
6
5
Breath in…
4
3
2
Breath out….
1
0
She finishes her calming techniques and opens her eyes.
Today's the day. She thought dryly.
She squints suddenly as the glaring fluorescent lights turn on unannounced.
Dazed, she blinks away the black spots clouding her vision as she moves to sitting position once again.
"Rise and Shine, Sleeping Beauty! We've got to get you primped for the ball!" Laughed the Geier who was standing in her cells doorway.
James gives a defeated sigh as she watches the scientist pull in a plain metal cart layered with various items.
As it came closer to the bed she sees a pile of dark clothing and a large metal dome that was more than likely containing her breakfast.
After the Geier picks up the folded clothes and places them on the bed it lifts off the bowl to reveal a impressing display of assorted items of all of the food groups, cheeses, meats, fruits, vegetables, even some French bread slices complete with butter.
As her eyes travel over the dish she spots what she was looking for.
"If I hadn't been kidnapped I might have come on my own free will, the service here is great!" James sarcastically jokes as her eyes drift up to see the Geiers reaction. Not to disappoint, the scientist had a look of rage on it's face.
"Eat and get dressed, be ready in an hour" The Geier growled out before quickly leaving the room.
Once the door was firmly shut behind the scientist she quickly jumps into action.
She unfolds the dark apparel only to discover it was similar to her usual choice clothing.
She smirks as she pulls on the tight, yet flexible leather pants and the black button up shirt.
When she is finished dressing she sits down to enjoy the meal.
After all, she reasoned, she was going to need her strength for whatever comes her way.
As the plate is cleaned off of food, James quickly gets ready to leave, and if her newly formulated plan goes correctly, never come back.
The door silently opens, displaying the team of scientists responsible for her condition.
"We are to escort you to the demonstration room where you will greet his majesty. Make sure you don't disappoint." The tallest Geier growls.
James smirks. "Of course, I know how to not make a fool of myself"
"Well, come on then, We don't have all day." He snaps.
"Alright" She says as she stands from the bed.
She clenches her hand around her treasure, getting her body ready for the next stage of her plan.
What idiots. She finds herself thinking as she tries to hold back her victorious smile.
Who gives a prisoner; Especially a Grimm raised Quartal Kind, a butter knife?
Igor twiddled his thumbs nervously as he glanced through the one-way glass into the empty observation room.
What's taking them so long? His mind frantically whispered.
Igor took a hasty swipe of a handkerchief against his forehead, catching the growing beads of glistening perspiration that had begun to spread.
He sneaked a quick look to gaze upon the man siting in the shadows on the other side of the small, sparsely furnished room.
The still unnamed royal was dressed to impress, and impress he did.
Compared to the man's sleek and chic designer suit, silken light blue button up, and polished to blind patent leather shoes Igor felt quite self conscious in his run of the mill, 10% off bargain set of jacket and pants.
Igor began to speak, secretly trying to leave the awkward silence that had been growing steadily for the past few minutes in the labs observation booth. "Your Majesty, I am so sorry for the delay. Shall I go see what is tak-"
"No" The Royal snapped, efficiently shooting down any escape plans that had formed in the Geiers mind.
"Besides, I am sure she has escaped by now." He continued with a smirk.
Rising, the Royal stood up, moving to the exit.
"B-b-but my prince, s-surely you don't m-mean she ha-" Igor sputtered.
"Of course I do you blithering Idiot! Do you really think I had you turn her into a wesen just to see her throw a few kicks at my guards?" The prince sneered.
Igor's eyes bulged.
He had us, his own personal lab; create the very monster that would use us as a snack!
Igor suddenly woged as his brain started to comprehend the dangerous situation he was in.
The Prince laughed. "Oh so now you finally get it! Don't worry, as long as you did a good job I won't have you dying on me just yet!"
"Now, let's go see the remains of this little science experiment shall we?" He continued as he walked out the door.
Igor followed, fearing what he knew they would soon discover.
He had seen the girl train the past two weeks, but what he saw when they finally walked into the bodies was unimaginable.
His colleges had all become a neat pile of limbs.
All the hands where in a pile, seemingly holding each other.
While the heads had formed a circle, mouths partially open as if to give long over due orders on how to restrain their killer in the last moments of their life.
"I see she still rearranges her prey after she's done." The royal chuckled as he looks upon the mess that had become his scientific research team.
"Don't just stand there! Make yourself useful! Go find replacements!" The Prince looked up and suddenly ordered.
Igor stood dazed for a few seconds before dutifully jumping into action and following out his orders.
After all, there had to be a reason for his majesty to keep him alive.
As the Geier left the room the prince sighs.
"You haven't changed at all." He mused as he looks down at the garish scene below him.
He sighed again as his hand searches his coat pocket for a second before pulling out a sleek black business phone.
He pressed a few buttons before placing it an inch from his ear.
Beep, Beep.
Beep, Bee-
"Yes?"
"I hope you're enjoying Japan, but I think it's time to give him a visit. Oh and before I forget to mention. She has escaped, feel free to pass it on won't you?" His lips curled up into a smirk.
He closed the phone and slipped it back into the breast pocket of his designer suit jacket before quickly leaving the building.
We will be together, soon. His mind croons as thoughts of raven hair and ice blue eyes passed over his brain, forcing a sigh out of his parted mouth.
"Soon indeed."
September 23rd, 2012
Portland, Oregon
Monroe quietly sat down in his usual booth, our booth. His mind quickly whispers.
He stiffened as his mind brought up the reason for his mid-morning excursion.
Ever since he had explained Quartal Kind to Nick his thoughts had been bringing up memories of James everywhere.
A waiter had already come over with a coffee, and a hot chocolate.
They remembered our order from a few years ago? How often did we come here? He thought with a melancholy smile.
He sat silently as the waiter placed the drinks on the table, moving the coffee to his potion, and the hot cocoa to the empty space across from him.
"Thank you" He muttered to the waiter.
"Oh don't mention it! I was just really surprised at seeing you here again after what? A few years! Usually your friend is here before you, but it's nice to know you didn't stop frequenting our humble place" The unnamed waiter said with a laugh.
"Oh I'm Jen by the way! I'm sorry I've never introduced myself; I am your usual waiter here! Ah, I think I need to go wait on someone, bye!" She said with a smile before quickly speeding away just as fast as she had came.
Monroe sat in silence.
She remembers our order.
He absent-mindedly picks up his cup, while taking a sip he looks at the sky from his position by the window.
It's raining. Just like always.
Watching the rain slide down the glass he gazes at the car coming in, sub consciously searching for a certain person.
He lets his eyes wander over the driver before stiffening in recognition.
iHop.
Of all the places Monroe could have ran into the Grimm, It had to be here when he felt, and probably looked like an emotional wreck.
Monroe sighs as he shuffles out of view of the man's Mercedes.
He stealthily watches from his booth besides the rain-streaked window as the detective pulls into one of the restaurant's parking lot slots.
Oh look, He brought Juliette. Aren't there more romantic places they could be? He rolls his eyes as the thought crosses his mind.
He sighs as he sits back and waits for the inevitable awkward encounter.
Monroe picks up his mug and goes back to drinking his beverage while watching the water tracks on the window, still desperately hoping that the couple wouldn't spot him from across the practically empty room.
I don't think I want to talk to Nick about anything now, especially with Juliette here.
"Hey Monroe! It's nice seeing you again! Would you mind if we join you?"
He turns around at the sound of Juliette's voice.
"Actually I just got a call for this clock fix, sorry. Maybe we can meet up another time." Monroe apologizes quickly while standing up.
Pulling out his wallet he flashes nick an apologetic look before paying for his drinks and hastily leaving.
"That was weird" Juliette remarked.
"Yeah, and look, there is a second cup, but it looks like no one drank from it." Nick says while he analyzes the table his friend had just left from.
"Maybe he was waiting for someone?" She continued.
"Whatever it is I'll ask him about it later" Nick promised.
"So, what do you say to pancakes?"
Holiday Inn
Simonovsky, Moscow, Russia
September 24th, 2012
"Huh, 97, Huh, 98, Huh, 99, Ugh, 100!"
"Gah!" She gasps, falling back against the floor of her hotel room.
Damn, I've gotten soft. Her mind growls.
James grimaces as she stands up, using the wooden chair next to her as support.
"100 sit ups, what a joke." She mutters as she walks into the bathroom, splashing ice-cold water on her face.
What do you expect? You've been in a coma for five years. Her mind is berating her, she knew she was insane, but this takes the cake.
James fingers curl into a fist.
"Five years." She growls while glaring at her reflection.
You're weak, you allowed yourself to be captured. You. Are. Nothing.
She stiffened.
"Then I just have to become stronger then." She vows as a dark look crosses her face.
Walking back into her temporary bedroom she glances to the items on her bed.
Her brand new maroon Russian passport sat innocently on her green quilt blanket.
At the moment she was Arsna Wemt, who incidentally had a very sick sibling in the US whose dying wish was to see their beloved sister.
Naturally she complied, It was not wise to say no to the soon to be deceased.
Next to the passport where more papers on her credentials, only the basic needs for international travel.
She picked up the remaining piece of paper that was placed away from the other items.
James,
Your flight is on the 26th, arrive at the Sheremetyevo Airport at 7PM. Tell the front desk that "Arsna Wemt" has entered the building. You will be escorted to your plane.
I hope the papers are up to your standards. It was good to hear that you weren't dead, old friend. I hope you succeed in whatever this venture is about.
Michael
She smirked while rereading the brief little note.
Her order had not been anything special, just the usual passport and papers, but when she had signed her name, or rather, Arsna's name; Michael had cracked her little Alias and had called her up.
"I have two days, let's get this body back in shape."
Five years.
Someone had some explaining to do, someone had to pay.
September 26th, 2012
Portland, Oregon
Nick Burkhardt stepped out of his heated car into the brisk morning air, he shivered slightly before tucking his scarf more securely around his neck before bending back in for the still warm tupper ware container from his shot gun seat.
Trudging up the path to the door Nick did not linger to watch his breath curl up and dance with the newborn rays of warming sunlight.
He had work in an hour and was hoping that he could talk to his friend before he was dragged away by the trouble making people of Portland.
He tapped on the door, grimacing as he reminisces on all the similar occasions where he had been in this exact spot, more than likely interrupting Monroe from his usual schedule.
The door creaked open and Nick held his breath, waiting for the Blutbad to inform him on whatever he had just been doing.
It's too late for Pilates. Nick mused.
"Hey, come in. I was just about to make some coffee. Do you want some?" Monroe gave a gruff greeting before retreating back into his home.
"Sure, thanks." Nick replied as he followed his companion into the kitchen.
Settling the plastic container on the giant wood slab island, he leaned back and allowed his muscles to relax in the warm house.
"What's in the box?" Asked the Blutbad with a curious look as he handed Nick a mug.
"Oh this? Juliette felt bad about scaring you off at iHop so she had be bring over some blueberry pancakes as an apology." He explained as he took a gulp of the bone warming liquid in his hands.
Monroe suddenly looked flustered. "She really didn't have to do that! I mea-"
"Monroe Stop! You're starting to sound like Bud! She was just worried 'cause you left in such a hurry. What was that about by the way?" Nick inquired, all laughter from the beginning of the sentence faded as a pinched look came across Monroe's face.
"I was actually just doing some remembering of the old days, you know? I went to iHop because I have recently been thinking of an old friend, and I just needed to clear my mind. That's all." Monroe sighed before turning around to the coffee machine, quickly dispelling all of Nicks hopes on having eye contact.
Nick's eyes narrow. He knew Monroe wasn't telling the whole story, something, or someone, was still bothering him.
"Are you sure? Because it does-"
Ring! Ring!
Duty calling, as the detective answered his phone Monroe cracked a relieved smile.
It seems he was saved, for now at least.
"I'm on my way." Nick responded. He adopted a apologetic look before thanking Monroe for the coffee and heading out the door.
"Enjoy the pancakes!" He heard as Nick walked out the door.
September 27th, 2012
Portland, Oregon
"Thank you for choosing the Holiday Inn during you stay in Portland. Is there anything I can do to make this visit more memorable?" Chirped the front desk liaison.
"No, nothing at all." James smiled.
I don't know why but I always stay at the Holiday Inn. She mused as she walked to her room.
Twisting the key into the lock she opened the door to her suite, examining the adequate forest colored room with a nod of approval.
Stepping in with her suitcase she closed the door behind her before going to close the blinds on sliding glass doors that led to her small sliver of concrete porch.
Slipping onto the bed she reached for the both a pillow and the TV remote, flipping the channel button to the local news she laid down on her stomach and hugged the pillow while her eyes read off the information that flashed across the screen.
"A church has been robbed, how melodramatic…" she muttered as she turned her head towards the door.
5 years, my god the worlds changed. She winced as the thought crossed her mind.
"Even the president has changed!" She scoffed as she turn of the television set.
Not to mention the least three harry potter movies are out. She grimaced as the recalled the memory of stumbling across the DVD cases, her eyes had grown wide with shock and hade gathered a good deal amount of tears, if anything made her cry, it was Harry Potter.
Shaking her head in an attempt to disorientate the problems nesting in her mind like pesky birds, James sighed before drifting off for a nap.
I think I'll pay Monroe a visit tomorrow. She thought as she drifted off.
September 28th, 2012
Portland, Oregon
"Damn herd mentality." He muttered as he climbed out of his car.
Monroe had just came back from the Seelenguten church and was quite relieved that he had put some distance between them. The group of sheep wesen made his nerves stand on end.
I almost feel bad for that pastor. He winced as he thought of the late Blutbad.
Pulling his keys from his pocket his fingers nimbly find the right key and insert it into the front lock, Monroe absent-mindedly sniffed and froze as a particular scent assaulted his nose.
"It can't be…." He whispered, shocked.
He harshly pulled open the door and ran into the house, not even bothering on closing the door.
He ran into the kitchen calling. "James? Are you in here? Ja-"
Turning the corner into his living room he abruptly stopped.
There she was, after being presumably dead for five years, James Schwartznacht had magically appeared on his couch. Asleep.
He walked over to the couch and gently kneeled to the carpeted floor.
Monroe look at her appearance, She hasn't changed a bit. He thought fondly.
Reaching his hand over he gently pushed a piece of stray hair behind her ear.
Her eyelids fluttered as he gently brushed his knuckles against her rosy cheeks.
He felt the familiar prickle of tears as the formulated on his lower lid.
"I am so glad your back." He whispered as he lowered his head, allowing the tears of joy to slip down his cheeks.
"Monroe…" He snapped his head up; brown eyes franticly fell upon her sleepy gaze.
She gasped as she sat up, all traces of her nap disappearing with the quick movement.
"Monroe!" She shouted before jumping on him.
He gave a shout as she encircled her arms around his waist, feeling gravity pull him back he landed with a soft thud as she occupied his chest.
"Monroe, I've missed you so much!" She cried as she tightened her already iron hold on his body.
He looked down as her sudden rush of tears soaked through his beige sweater and into his plaid shirt.
"I've missed you to James." He whispered into her hair as he sat up, still cradling her small body in his lap.
She shifted and flung her arms around his neck, burying her face into his shoulder.
She sniffled and pulled herself back from his torso, shuffling off his lap in favor of sitting crisscross mirroring him on the floor.
She wiped her face with the cuff of her long sleeved black T- Shirt.
She laughed weakly before starting to speak.
"I am sorry for all these emotions. I think my hormones have just been a little of recently," She muttered before rubbing at her blotched face again with her sleeves.
And then he snapped.
"James! You've been gone for five years. Where the hell have you been? I thought you were dead for Christ's sake!" Monroe yelled, it was mostly fueled by his worry, but that didn't stop James.
"I have been in a coma for five years. I think I deserve a little slack." She retorted coldly.
James watched as the energy drained from Monroe's previously fired up state.
"A-a coma? Geez, J, I didn't mea-"
"Of course you didn't!" she snapped as she gracefully stood up from the floor.
"The mission was a ploy, I was sent to Europe by means other than the Verrat. Apparently a distinct royal had had the thought to play scientist." She glowered darkly.
"You don't think it was him? Do you?" Monroe inquired seriously as he too stood up from the ground.
"I don't know! It's one of the reasons I came straight back, because if it was him, I will make him pay." She promised as a deathly air settled around her stiff shape.
"James, I know this must be hard for you. But can you please tell me what happened?" He asked, a look of worry crossed across his face as his brown eyes shone with a need for the truth.
She sighed, clearing her throat before she began to speak.
"I was in the forest when they came for me, a group of royal hexenbeister. They shot my arm and I quickly lost consciousness, I suppose it was laced with something. I woke up 22 days ago. From what I had been able to gather I had been put in a chemically induced coma while 'his majesties' scientific group of Geiers got to play 'evolution'." She spat the last word out like it was a bitter taste.
Monroe's eyes widened considerably, he knew just how bad Geiers got, and when they had a specimen that intrigued them, he could only imagine what had gone on.
"James, what did they do?" He murmured, the tightening of his jaw muscles gave away his anger at the situation.
She turned away, hiding her face from his view with her tangled raven locks.
Monroe waited a few moments, knowing that this must be hard for her to talk about, but as the seconds ticked by he became more fearful and desperate for her answer.
"Jam-"
She suddenly spun around, efficiently cutting off the rest of his sentence.
He gazed at her appearance in shock, for her facial features had shifted into that of a reptiles, the viridian scales shimmered, her emerald eyes watching cool and calculating for his reaction.
She reached her arm out, bringing her hand in front of her and he watched, as it woged on will, turning into sharp talons that gleamed a sinister glow in the afternoon light.
"This. This is what they did. For five years they were able to produce a potion that allows Quartal Kind to display they heritage, I am the first successful experiment." She hissed, her forked tongue brushed against her fangs as she concentrated on woging back.
Bringing her normal, ice blue eyes to his bewildered gaze she gave a small smile.
"Now you know." James murmured, she walked over and stared at Monroe.
"Has it shocked you so much? Geier got your tongue, Hmmm? Or are you as disgusted at this as most wesen should be, a mutation, isn't it? Quartal Kind aren't suppose to woge for a reason, this just makes me more of a frea-"
"No."
"What did you say?" She jeered; a malicious glint had taken to her eyes.
"You are not a freak. You're just you. You are James Schwartznacht. The ass kicking adoptive royal of Portland. You are not. A. Freak." He said honestly, and with all of her strength she could tell he wasn't lying.
"I hope you aren't lying about that ass kicking part…." She mused with a sly sideways look.
He knew that look, all was forgiven, but not forgotten, and they would never forget their little jibes. They kept them and remembered them for later use, a messed up friendship if there ever was one.
Monroe grinned.
"So, I hear you have a Grimm now, in fact, I think I hear him RIGHT now!" She smirked as Monroe's smile disappears.
He had forgotten to close the door, and knowing Nick, he would come in suspecting some sort of wesen attack.
"Aren't you going to introduce us?" James smiled as the guarded detective stepped in to the living room.
"Monroe, you left the door ope-… Oh, are you in the middle of something? I could lea-"
"Oh don't leave now Grimm! The party's just getting started!" A cruel laugh escaped her lips before she could stop it.
Nick's body shifted, ready for any kind of attack.
"Who's your friend?" Nick asked, most likely speaking to Monroe, but James answered him anyway.
"He must be new! How long has he been hitting the trailer? Not long I suppose!" She giggled, damn. She thought. Those hormones aren't helping my bizarre mood swings.
"How do you know about the trailer?" He demanded, his eyes switching back and forth between the unknown woman and the still surprisingly silent Blutbad.
She followed the glance, and realization dawned on her.
"Oh, I see how it is! You didn't tell him about this territories owner, did you? I bet he doesn't even know about the guardian either. How careless of you Monroe, where is the faithful lap dog now, eh?" She sneered.
Monroe winced, knowing he deserved the cruel, but true remarks. He had done nothing to inform Nick of anything about Portland prior to his receiving of his Grimm sight.
He knew James was a kind person, but when it came to her city she was the Grimm she had been raised to be, cold and critical.
"I see the Geier still has that muscle of yours, how about I do your job for you, Hmm?" She said, softer but no warmer.
"Nick Burkhardt, I can only fathom what this looks like to you! Well, before things get too out of hand I think I should introduce myself. I am James Schwartznacht, resident Grimm." She said with flourish and a mock bow.
Nick stared at her with unbelieving eyes.
"You are a Grimm?" He blurted out; the words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them.
"She's a Royal." They both turned to face Monroe, Nicks expression would have been hilarious had it not been for the dire situation they were in.
"Does she know the one who woke Juliette?" Nick asked, a flash of hope crossed his eyes.
James held a troubled look on her face as her eyebrows knitted together, she seemed to contemplate her words before speaking again.
"Monroe, given the circumstances, I will let this slide, but do not think for a minute that this is over. Understood?" She declared, glancing at the Blutbad for conformation that he understood what she was saying.
"I understand, my lady." He murmured, using her title seemed to break the layer of ice that was forming.
She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose before chuckling.
"Burkhardt, I need to know the status of the schade hexenbeister in Portland." She asked.
Nick grimaced; hoping she didn't lash at him for his answer, seeing Monroe being whipped was enough to show him the power of the formidable woman standing before him.
"Adeline Schade is missing at her mother has been dead for a few months."
She whistled, eyes glancing at him with approval.
"Now, tell me, what did you do to get Adeline so pissed off?"
This time the inhabitants did laugh at Nick's expression.
To Be continued…
Hey guys, I just wanted to let you know that I might be moving FanFiction accounts, if I do I will take this story with me. So before I delete this account I will put up a chapter with all my new account's details, the story will be the same, it isn't changing. Just to let you know! Nothing is concrete right now. I am kind of going through a FanFic divorce if you can believe it!
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