All that glitters is gold Part 2

He can't be serious right now. Like what the fuck. All those years...Shit! Focus! I seethed a little and held my forehead, looking away from him. Then I smiled

"Come on dad. What kind of meds have they got you on?"

"I'm not lying Lucy. You're a Grimm."

"I'm a what now? You know that morphine can really fuck you up..."

He held his hand up to silence me and winced at my less than desirable language. Funny how things change; now I'm not insane. Yay me!

"You're a Grimm Lucy, you can see Wesen when they don't want to be seen. When the Woge."

The German words struck me by surprise. My dad had made sure I was fluent as a child; he was of German descent after all. My mother was from Ireland, I'd learnt Gaelic from her and a little Russian from Makarov.

"What you see are not human Lucy," My father gripped my hand like a vice. "For hundreds of years Grimm have hunted and killed Wesen. They are terrified of us."

He sighed and glanced sadly at the shocked look on my face as I tried to process all of this.

"Our world exists in an uneasy balance between the Grimm and the Wesen..."

"Let me get this right..." I was angry now and almost in hysterics. "You forced me to believe I was clinically insane for most of my life and now you're telling me that I'm completely normal. When instead you could have told me this shit, so that I didn't actually turn into a mental freak!"

I thought he was going to cry then as he pressed his lips into a thin line, before speaking; "I'm sorry...I really am. It was inexcusable, but I just wanted you to be safer, away from me."

"You left me all alone. I still saw all that crap anyway!"

One time at school there was this right douchebag who went around sleeping with girls; a real fuckboy, thought he was all that. He was a complete jerk but he had these girls falling at his feet and eating up all his lies spoken as promises that would surely be broken. One time Aquarius got fed up of me dressing like a slob and forced me into proper clothes, made me take a shower and wrestled with me to put makeup on my face. I looked so different from usual that people didn't recognise me when I went to school the next day. No one could believe that it was the class freak that was in and out of the mental facility and the counsellor's office. This guy right...well I guess he liked what he saw a little too much. I went to my counselling session as usual and was minding my own business, strolling down an empty corridor trying to kill some time that I'd have to spend in maths. Next thing I know I was pushed up against the lockers really hard. My shoulders ached and I shouted out a few choice swear words. When I looked up this guy was grinning lecherously down at me as he ran his hand up my exposed arm, making skin crawl and burn. He told me I'd been such a tease; hiding my body so he couldn't see it. I glared at him and slapped his hands away; they had been getting dangerously close to my ass. I told him coldly that wasn't some simple minded girl that he could fuck and leave and to find someone dumb enough to listen to his advances. I said a few other things too, drunk on my anger and sudden bravery; I revelled in watching him get more and more angry.

Then it was like he snapped.

Cat like features ripped across his face in an angry snarl as he growled at me. I surprised myself and stared him down. As soon as my eyes met his yellowed golden ones, he cowered on the floor and whimpered at my feet. He begged me not to kill him, which surprised me, but then sometimes weird shit like this happened. I decided to play on it and told him to stop being a fuckboy and I'd think about it. He ran away so fast the doors of the lockers rattled.

It was one of the few times I appreciated my insanity.

As always R&R guys. Thanks for reading.

Tsukki086 xxxx