She…she'd left her…left her behind! Kim had…and she was going to fix things between Mom and Grandma and…and they could be a family again. But they'd waited…and waited…and waited. Finally, Meisner could wait no longer and insisted that they get moving. Logically…logically Kim knew that he was right but…every mile in the sedan they'd stolen felt like a knife being thrust into her heart and being twisted, as if Adrianna Lynne herself had a grip on Kim's heard and was squeezing, the tears shedding freely. For two days, the tears fell like droplets of rain in a tumultuous thunderstorm. As Kim awoke on the third morning…did she even have anything left to cry? She looked out the window, gazing at the fast moving countryside.

"How did you sleep?" Meisner glanced at her, one eye still on the road.

Right; sleep; like you could call an unending string of nightmares of God knew what happening to Grandma sleep. It was Adrianna Lynne; it HAD to be. Somehow, she'd tracked them down and now…now…DAMN IT; WHY? Why did people she cared about have to suffer because of her? The boy she loved more than anything…and now her grandmother…she would've gone through anything, endured any torture the sick mind of her blonde pursuer could've dreamed up to prevent any of this from happening.

"Kim," Meisner spoke again. "Kim, I swear to you that we will get her back. Your grandmother…she has a will of iron. I saw that within minutes of talking to her. She can stand up to anything Andrew Lynne can put her through. But our best chance at getting her back safe is to find your mother. She's the only one who understands what Lynne wants and the history behind it."

The damned "History"; it was hard enough coming to terms with being a 17 year old Grimm…she and everybody that she cared about were having to pay for 400 years of…of what? For a grudge? Some imagined slight? This…this had to END! This WOULD end! She couldn't take much more of this and…WITH Mom or without her…Kim was going to see to it that Andrew Lynne, Adrianna Lynne, ANY one connected to the family would never hurt anyone ever again!

"I'm going to end it!"

"Excuse me?"

She didn't care that she was vocalizing her thoughts.

"Forgive me if it's none of my business," Meisner quietly offered. "But the path you're on is a very dangerous one. Believe me, I know."

He knows? How the HELL could he understand, Laufer agent or no?

"It was five years ago," Kim was so not in the mood to even TRY to hide her emotions. "It was a meeting of high ranking Laufer leaders and my girlfriend Anna Maria and I were responsible for coordinating security. But…someone sold us out and before we knew it, we were surrounding by Verrat, only one avenue for escape open to us. The only one to provide cover for our escape was Anna Maria. So while I aided our leaders in escaping…I had to watch while the woman I love," His breath caught. "I had to watch while Anna Maria was shot to pieces. I will indeed make the Royals pay one day…but not at the expense of the cause, of the cause that Anna Maria Schaefer believed so strongly in and the cause she gave her life for. Kim…if it is within my power to help you in a quest for justice, I will. But cold blooded murder…even someone like Andrew Lynne…is something that I will not be party to, not if the only result is that it gets you killed."

The silence was utterly deafening from that moment on, like nothing Kim had ever experienced before. Kim had been to a Civil War reenactment when she was a kid and the cannons were nothing compared to that car. What in Heaven's name did she even say to something like that? She'd only ever known a handful of Laufer agents back in Pennsylvania but…that was worlds away. Meisner and the other agents in Europe were for all intents and purposes on the front lines of a great conflict. And he'd said he would if…but…if she had the chance…right now she wanted nothing more than to kill Adrianna Lynne and…Kim needed so badly to hit something right now, anything…and at the same time she wanted to cry her eyes out all over again. What…what was she becoming? She was trying to protect her family but…was she…was she becoming the very thing she hated? Could she defeat the Lynnes without having to…become them? So…many…questions…

The next few hours were spent trapped inside her own head. She barely noticed the shift from grassy country to bustling metropolis. Still more obvious, she didn't even notice coming to stop outside an Apartment complex.

"We're a little early," Meisner's voice yanked her out of her internal musings and back to reality.

She was…finally going to see Mom again…and she hardly seemed to care. Mom was…she was family, the thing Kim cared more about than anything else in the world, Mom, Dad…even the tweebs…but she was also a means to an end, a means to get Grandma back…what was Kim THINKING? This was her MOTHER, her mentor, the woman whom Kim had been separated for close to a week…and part of her was looking at the woman as nothing but a chess pawn? Kim was…she was losing it. She WAS becoming what she hated, a cold and calculating monster. She fell into line behind Meisner almost robotically, hefting her bag and Grandma's duffle, ready to smack anyone who made a grab for either. As of right now, Grandma's duffle was precious cargo that none but a family member would lay a hand on as long as Kim had breath in her lungs. The pair entered the elevator together and Meisner jammed the button for the fifth floor. His cell rang and he answered but…Kim just couldn't bring herself to listen, something about the pair of them being early With all the activity in her head, everything was still a blur. Kim followed him out after the doors opened and…

…WHAM…

"Oh thank God Kimberly. I've been going out of my mind."

"Are you hurt?"

Two pairs of slender arms engulfed the troubled teen as Mom and Aunt Amy readily appeared to greet them. For the briefest of moments, Kim almost felt the beginnings of a smile touch her lips…but the rapier secured in the duffle pressing against her side quickly drove all happy thoughts away.

"So…where's your…Grandma?"

Where was…? Mom didn't know that…she didn't know how…Kim's body began to unconsciously stiffen and both older women lessened their grip enough for Kim to walk free. "She…Is…Gone!" And after Kim had thought she couldn't shed another tear, the flood gates opened once again.

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What in God's name had happened to them? Anne could only watch in horror as her only daughter collapsed into a heap of sobs. And…and she'd said that…Mom was GONE? What did that mean, "Gone"? Had her maternal side not been far more in control, the Grimm in her would've demanded further answers. As it was…her little girl was more distraught than Anne had ever seen her. Was this from Adrianna Lynne…or from something Mom had done? The woman was…but she wouldn't actually HURT Kim. The only one composed enough to give her any answers, Sean's contact Martin Meisner, spoke up.

"Are you Anne Possible?"

"What happened to my daughter?" She whirled around and faced him.

"The Lynnes caught up with us a few days ago," He reported. "Your mother was very skilled. It looks as if they simply got lucky. She ordered me to get your daughter out while she gave us time to escape. I gave her as much time as I could but…Sean," He turned to Captain Renard, a look of utter determination now plastered on his young face. "I know the Lynnes took her alive…and I'm going to get her back."

"You look exhausted old friend. We'll hash everything out after you've had a few hours' sleep."

Meisner made a move to one of the rooms but turned to Anne at the last second. "One last thing; before we parted, your mother made me promise to get that to you," He pointed at the duffle next to Kim. "She said the contents belonged to your father."

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This…this is Daddy's whole life, Anne marveled as she cracked open the duffle in the next room. Both as a doctor and as a mother, Kim had needed sleep and the only way that was going to happen was with a sedative. So now, while one daughter slumbered, another began going through the memories of her hero. She had her own share of mementos of Daddy, mostly photographs, but…the first thing she'd laid her hands on was Daddy's Distinguished Service Cross. Anne had always known her father had served in Vietnam but like a lot of the veterans, he'd been extremely hesitant to talk about his experiences, especially with a ten year old girl. Anne could clearly remember the spring before he died, all three of them attended the dedication of the Vietnam War Memorial Wall and that had been the only occasion she'd ever seen Daddy openly cry.

A whole host of pictures, his rapier, Daddy's books; these were some of his most treasured possessions. Anne had fished out the last of the books when what looked like a small journal clunked onto the table and opened revealing…what was this? A letter with her name on it? Examining the letter, the handwriting actually looked more like Mom's. More intriguing yet was the fact that the writing actually looked new.

My dearest daughter Anne,

If you're reading this, it means that I'm either dead or about to be. I wish I could've had the chance to say what I'm about to in person…but the best laid plans of mice and men as your Dad would say. I've probably written this letter dozens of times over the years, trying to find the best way to say these things. More than anything else…Annie, there is so much I should and so desperately want to apologize for.

I am so truly sorry for everything that I put you through after your Dad died. You're so much like him that…for years, I couldn't bear it if the same fate were to befall you. I've kept this a secret from you since you were a girl but…your father didn't die of cancer. In 1983, your father was asked to investigate a Koschie working for the KGB that was rumored to be in Chicago. As you know, a Koschie's touch can either kill or heal and…that was how your father "contracted" the cancer that ultimately killed him.

I know that there is absolutely no rhyme or reason for it but I felt that it was your father's compassion for Wesen that got him killed. But absolutely none of that even comes close to excusing the fact that I was a terrible mother after he died, so much so that I can never make it right. Anne, I'm so truly sorry. Sorry about chasing away so many friends, of…of all the fights where I drove you to tears. I would give anything to have those years back to do differently…or just to see you again, to hold you in my arms like when I'd sing "A Few of my Favorite Things" when you got scared during a thunderstorm.

I'm afraid I don't have enough time to go into details about the past week but…it means so much to me that I've been able to see the kind of woman that Kim has grown into. She…she's kind, thoughtful, every inch you and your father. I couldn't be prouder of the job you did in raising her and her brothers. It sure sounds like the little scamps take after their Dad and your Uncle Steve.

Hopefully the fact that you're reading this letter means that you're also in possession of Dad's old Army duffle. Inside is everything that I have left of your Dad, his war medals, weapons, and especially his cane. I've kept it all these years but I've always thought he would've wanted you to have it. All of this is yours to do with as you see fit.

Anne, throughout all of our differences, throughout all of our problems, please never doubt that I've always loved you. You are and always will be my greatest treasure. I am so very proud of you and all that you have accomplished. I love you so very much.

Always you greatest fan and admirer,

Mom

Anne didn't…how was she supposed to…huh? After all these years, this was absolutely 100% the LAST thing she'd ever expected to happen, even more so in their current predicament. Given their shared ancestry, Anne had long since accepted the fact that…well…she and her mother were just very different people. That was just the way it was and in all likelihood was how it was always going to be. But…Mom…apologized to her? Despite their long estrangement, Anne did know her Mother well enough to know that she took bluntness to a fault. For as long as Anne could remember, Mom had always said exactly what she'd meant, no gilding the lily or beating around the bush; so…all those times Mom had tried to…and they'd fallen on deaf ears and…

"Annie?"

Anne jumped as if she'd just been slapped across the face. Standing in the doorway was a thoroughly exhausted Amy deeply concerned for the friend who'd just been hit by a tidal wave of memories. "Oh…sorry Ames," Anne sighed, turning back towards the letter. "I…I guess I was just out for a while."

"Hey, daughter abducted, then escapes to your mother and then MOTHER is abducted? If it were me, my fur would be gray," She gestured at the duffle bag. "Feel like sharing?"

Thank God for Amy. For as long as they'd been friends, there had never been any secrets between the two. "This," Anne gestured at the items laid out before her. "All of this belonged to my Dad and…Mom sort of willed it to me."

"Is that…" Amy's eyes rested Daddy's collection of medals. "Wow…your Dad was a war hero?"

Anne nodded. "When I was a kid, shortly before he died, we were at the Vietnam Memorial Wall dedication. But…" Anne took a deep breath and slid the letter over to Amy. "This was in one of the books." Given the state of Anne's nerves…Amy had to read this for herself.

"Wow…uh," It sounded like Amy was having just as hard a time with this as Anne did, if it was possible. "You…you're sure your Mom was the one that wrote this?"

"Everything in there is something only a family member would know…and a lot of it only Mom herself would know," Anne sighed, rubbing her temples. "Every…every time I got scared when I was little…she'd sing to me from The Sound of Music. But…after Daddy died…the singing stopped. I mean…Daddy…he…that was…that was the worst day of my life, the day he died and not because I'd just lost him. He'd…he'd barely been buried a day before for all intents and purposes, I lost Mom too. She changed into…well…what she is now…or what I always thought she was. I mean…to spring this on me now? It tore me up losing him to something that I couldn't do anything about. I…I almost feel like it would've been…I don't know…easier to deal with maybe…knowing that one day I could've…done something about it…avenged him."

"Annie, you were only 11 when he died! I mean, your Mom is…and please don't take this the wrong way…is fucking terrifying. But…a part of me fully understands why she kept something like that from you."

"So what you're saying is that I should just forgive her?"

Well…frankly I think you should at least talk to her. I mean, she applauds the job you and James did raising Kim, no mention of her training or her being a Grimm. She's praising you for the kind of person you raised her to be. For once, she doesn't seem to care about the fact that you and Kimmie are Grimms."

That…that was true; the letter had absolutely no mention of anything Grimm related…and for as long as Anne could remember, being a Grimm was the center of Mom's life. She…she needed to talk to her; and whether Mom was trying to pull something on Anne or not, she was still Anne's mother and Anne wasn't about to leave her in the hands of an Ende Der Zeiten. Once again, her mind flashed back to that day in DC. Daddy was crying…and both she and Mom were hugging him as tightly as they could, giving him all the support they could muster. That was…frankly that was the last time they were together and truly happy. They'd toured DC and…Daddy had to carry her the last thirty steps of the Washington Monument. Mom had gotten her picture taken in front of the Presidential podium rendering "tyrannical demands" on the masses.

"Oh God…we've got to get Mom out of there," Anne resolved, looking her friend square in the eyes. "I don't even know where to begin."

Without warning, Anne's cell phone chimed, pulling both sets of eyes to the small smartphone. Glancing at the screen…it was from Mom's burner phone! "Hello?"

"Heu biviis Anne Possible; where do the Decapitare's loyalties lie…her mother or her daughter?"

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Well…Barbara had certainly been in worse scrapes than this. But frankly coming up with specifics? She'd have to think on that for a while. Kim and Meisner had gotten away though. She could take comfort in that. Telling time from a dungeon was always tricky but by her estimate, they should've reached Brest by now. Unfortunately, also by her guess, it was almost time for yet another one of her little "tea parties" with her less than gracious host.

Frankly, Andrew deserved a little credit. He may not have been that imaginative when it came to their shared professions…but an old fashioned ass kicking was another matter entirely. Thankfully the decades of strenuous physical training had prevented any serious injuries from arising…but some of these bruises were going to be painful when this whole affair was over.

But you're going to be out of here long before the fruitcake breaks anything.

She had to keep telling herself that! There was always a way out when it came to these people, some blind spot the Lynnes hadn't seen. All it was was a matter of time until Barbara could find it.

But sure enough, the iron bars to her prison cell creaked open and she was once again found herself face with Andrew Lynne himself; at first glance, not an unattractive man for someone pushing 70, the kind of man who could make graying hair look distinguished, Barbara could tell only too well the slime within. Tolkien had to have been imagining Andrew when he said that a servant of the enemy would look fairer and feel fouler.

"Heu biviis Anne Possible; where do the Decapitare's loyalties lie?"

Did he…he had a cell phone! Oh God…THE BURNER PHONE! That had to be Anne on the other line! Damn it! She'd had the phone on her when…and why hadn't she thought to put it in…now…now Lynne was going to…he'd know exactly the right buttons to push! He was going to try to persuade Anne to mount some kind of suicidal rescue attempt.

"Where's my mother you Auskum?" At least he had the thing on speaker. And by the insult, the blood of Torsennson still ran strong. "I swear by the honor of my ancestors that if you hurt her…"

"Ah, good; there is passion in your line. Let us hope that your offspring share's that trait."

DAMN him; if he ever got his hands on Kim, Anne wouldn't be the only one to make him sorely regret it! Anne had to keep her temper though. She couldn't let him get her riled up.

"I want to talk to her!"

"Oh but of course," Andrew's tone just dripped with condescension. "What kind of man would I be if I kept a daughter from her mother?"

"FALSK HEDER; DU SON TILL FEGISAR," Barbara spat. "ANNE, PROTECT KIM…"

…CRUNCH…

A swift round house right connected with Barbara's jaw, temporarily silencing her.

"Temper temper my dear lady," She could hear Lynne laughing. "With such language, it's no mystery why she cut you off like a cancerous tumor, never to see your grandchildren again."

Oh if Barbara were free of these chains she'd kick his balls so far into his throat his personal physician would mistake them for tonsils at his next physical. She'd cut his mongrel offspring to ribbons before his very eyes!

"Unfortunately my time is quite pressing at the moment so let us get very much to the point. I would consider it a privilege if the fates brought about our meeting in person, your daughter as well."

"What in the name of Almighty God makes you think that I would bring my daughter anywhere near you?"

"Alas while I am a man blessed with many talents, divination and premonition isn't one of them. Nonetheless, call it a certainty that we will indeed meet. For if not, I'm quite afraid that the future of this charming woman before me would prove to be quite bleak. And what daughter would be able to live with so much pain and guilt on her conscience…when all she had to do to prevent it would've been to meet a man such as myself?"

Please…Please GOD…let Anne not have gotten that letter; her daughter's frustration and resentment of her…that was all that could save Anne and Kim. Barbara would forever live without seeing Anne again if only it meant that Anne had never gotten the letter or…if neither of them ever came face to face with this sociopath.

"When and where?"

"Anne no…"

…SLAM…

"That depends on where you currently reside."

"Brest."

"Ah, if memory serves, there's an isolated stretch of beach west of the city, Montre Les Amants I believe the locals call it. I've conducted our shared profession there before on occasion. We shall have our rendezvous tomorrow at dawn, 7am sharp."

"Fine," Anne barked. "But understand me very clearly you Odjur. You are perched on a precipice! I don't care if it takes my entire life and everything I own but… Deras blod på mitt svärd medan kanoner regna eld! Do you hear me? Your blood will glisten on my sword while our cannons reign down fire on your forsaken souls!"

"Oh, I sincerely hope so Mrs. Possible. I sincerely hope so."

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You'd have thought that trying to kill him would've been enough. But Sean Renard had been dealing death threats since he was a small boy. Over the years, the whole thing had almost become something of a family game to him; a high stakes game but a game nonetheless. So he could easily laugh at the whole affair with Andrew Lynne…that is until now. In a remarkably short amount of time, he and Anne Possible had developed an extreme respect for each other that Sean hadn't experienced often. And when he'd been informed of Lynne's taking of Barbara Kessler…the man may as well have made an attempt on Sean's OWN mother.

"So that's the long and the short of it," Anne breathed, the poor woman looking like she'd gone toe to toe with a Heftigauroch and only managed a draw. "He…he wants me to trade Kim for my mother, tomorrow at Montre Les Amants."

None in the room seemed to know where to go from there. As a police officer in a major city, Sean had been involved in many scenarios such as this. But to his knowledge, the Portland Police Bureau hadn't thought of a procedure for handling the abduction of one Grimm by another. How could they put Kim through even more than she'd already been through? Even as the thoughts passed through his head, Sean was only too aware of the drastic irony. But now; Anne, her daughter, Sean hadn't ever had the luxury of many friends that he felt he could truly trust and he would NOT use either of those women as chess pawns. He had learned his lesson with Nick and he was going to stick to them.

"They won't ever stop," All heads turned at once to see a thoroughly exhausted Kim Possible standing in the doorway, thoroughly exhausted despite having nearly four hours sleep. "Adrianna Lynne won't ever stop. None of them will…until we put a stop to it."

Well…it was what they were all thinking, the elephant in the room as it were, but…who'd have thought one so young could speak so far beyond her years? Sean had only ever had a cursory understanding of the "hidden meanings" behind the 30 Years War. For it being one of the bloodiest and significant battles of European and world history, the Royals had had almost nothing to do with it and as a rule the Grimms involved and their descendents tended to keep those years pretty close to the chest. But Ende Der Zeitens? Anne's daughter was indeed right. They were like a rabid beast needing to be put down. His own experiences with Ryan Smolson had been proof enough of that.

"Kimmie, I…"

"Please don't Mom," Was Sean imagining things or…had that been almost a growl? "How many innocent Wesen has Adrianna Lynne killed, her whole family? Ron…Monique…Tara…all of them would've been targets if I hadn't drawn her away…and I was prepared to face her, to face whatever it took to keep them safe. But how many did she kill trying to get to me? How many more people have to sacrifice…everything…for me? And now Grandma too? I leave the planning to you. I will follow your lead, but one way or another, alone or with help, I am GOING to get Grandma back!"

Without another word, the teenage redhead turned and returned to her room…leaving Anne looking as if she'd just been dunked in ice water and slapped repeatedly. But what could Sean say? No matter which way he looked at it, if they showed up to the meeting without Kim, they'd kill Barbara Kessler on the spot. Kim HAD to be there. And come what may, there was going to be violence.

"I can't believe that I'm saying this but…Kim has to be there," Thank God for the small mercy of Amy Pritchard being the first one to say it.

All Anne could do was stare straight ahead, eyes like the windows to an empty room. What was going through that mind?

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She…she was…failing her daughter, her family. Those weren't the words of a cheery 17 year old high school girl, concerned only with boys, college applications and such. In those brief and at least for Anne, horrifying moments, Anne saw her mother. Not matter what new information had arisen regarding Anne's past, she could still remember perfectly a woman who had tried to turn an 11 year old girl into a cold-blooded assassin, a woman who tried and thank God had failed to keep her daughter from having some semblance of a normal life. And…and that was what Kim was becoming. Anne was…failing…to protect her daughter.

And what was worse…Kim was right. Ende Der Zeitens would never stop. She knew nothing of Andrew Lynne nor any members of his family except for what Sean and informed her of…but they were Hapsburgs…and Anne DID know her family history. Had Gustavus not raised his army and plunged into the heart of Germany, the Hapsburg Grimms would've marched across the continent, slaughtering every Wesen man, woman, and child they came across.

This DID have to stop. She had to get Mom back and together put a stop to this nightmare…before her little Kimberly drifted even farther away. But…did she dare let Kim set foot on that beach? Andre Lynne had made it abundantly clear that he expected Anne to give her up…which was SO not happening…but Kim had as much stake in the outcome of this mess as anyone…and admittedly the only one who could hold their own against a Grimm in what was to come was another Grimm…but she was her own flesh and blood! The Peace of Westphalia was supposed to have…

DAMN the Peace!

The voice came out of nowhere, like the crack of a whip.

You heard me Anne Rachel Possible. I say damn the Peace of Westphalia. You're at war. And it may not be on some faraway battlefield but it needs to be fought. Daughter or no, it's the duty of all the descendants of The Lion's Pride to stand against the true darkness wherever it may arise.

Damn it; Anne had never wanted this…ANY of this…for Kim. But the fates hadn't asked what Anne wanted. She was a Grimm…and she was a Lager, descended from Torstennson. But…Kim would never be able to hide from this. If Anne tried to keep her from it…the longer this went on…the farther away Kim would drift. Tomorrow morning, regardless of Anne's fears, Mother and Daughter would have to set foot on that beach together.

"Annie?"

"Mor och Dotter," Anne breathed calmly. "För att hedra sina förfäder."

"Anne…are you with us?"

"Min bladet dra blod I dag. We've got work to do."

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The feel of the walnut hilt of her kukri in her hand was a welcome sensation. Even more, the sound of the whetstone as she ran it across the carbon steel blade felt like a foretelling of things to come. Once sufficiently sharpened, the cold steel joined the other weapons Kim had laid out before her, selected for the events to come. Who'd have thought that Mom would've thought to bring so much? Maybe at least subconsciously she'd been expecting a fight like this, or at least having to fight their way out of somewhere.

But tomorrow it comes to an end, Kim thought to herself as she picked up the second kukri. One way or another it comes to an end. Either I die or the Lynnes do… but NO one is going to have to suffer for my sake again!

That was her mantra, over and over again, as the stone ran across steel, bringing the blade to a keen edge. Ron…Tara…Monique…she was doing this for them. And what she planned to do tomorrow…Ron…Tara…Monique…EVERYONE…if it took her last breath, not a drop of Wesen blood would be shed by any that bear the name of Lynne…EVER again!

"Kimmie? Can I come in?"

Her eyes darted to the doorway and spotted Mom. Giving a nod, her hand didn't break stride. "You're not talking me out of this."

"I…I remember saying those same words to your Grandma when I left Chicago for Middleton University. And I figured I stood about as much of a chance with you as my mother did with me. But Kim…please…just listen to what I have to say. No matter which way I look at tomorrow, you have to be with us. If nothing else, our odds of succeeding are better with another healthy Grimm on our side. But Kim…these aren't Wesen that we'll be facing tomorrow. These are actual human beings. I know that it shouldn't matter but…believe me, it isn't the same. It's the curse that our kind bears. Are you prepared…TRULY prepared…to face the consequences of what we will have to do tomorrow?"

There was only the slightest of hesitation as Kim continued to run the whetstone over the blade. If she was honest with herself, Kim hadn't really thought about…that. The Wesen she'd killed…had needed to be killed. The Verrat agents who'd sought out Arabella Gordon, the Hässlichen that had kidnapped Tara…the monster that had been molesting Monique…she'd hurl the knife for fire the arrow without even a second thought and proudly so…but WAS this different? These…in Kim's eyes, the Lynnes had long since lost their right to be called people. Whatever was to come…whatever the consequences…they were Kim's to bear.

"I have to put a stop to this Mom. I CAN'T let anyone else pay the price for me…not anymore!"

Author's Notes:

Sorry this update has been so long in coming.