Tainted Grimm: A Grimm Fanfiction (On Hold)

Chapter Five

Chapter Five

THUMP!

Luckily for Daphne, she landed in the bin, mostly. Her wrist had banged against the brim of the bin, knocking the knife loose from her hand. She pulls herself out of the container, flopping onto the ground. Grabbing the knife, she gets up and begins to limp away, when she hears a sound behind her. Turning her head, she sees the boy who was being bullied earlier. He stands by the bin looking at her leg. A look of pity crosses his face. Then, he morphs, showing red eyes, pointed ears and a slightly elongated face.

"Are you okay?" he asks, in a deeper voice than what she had heard before.

Her heart pounds against her ribcage. She raises the knife and points at him. His eyes widen and his face changes back to what it was before.

"You're a Grimm!" he exclaims, backing away a bit.

"Yes," she says. "And you are Wesen, just like the principal. You all want to kill me."

"No!" he says. "I don't!"

"Oh really?" she raises her eyebrows. "Why should I believe you? Why shouldn't I just kill you, like I did Mrs. Cronan?"

"Y- you killed her?" shock sounds in his voice.

"Yes, and you will be next." Daphne limps towards him, knife raised.

"Wait, wait!" he runs around to the other side of the bin. "Please don't kill me! I- I'll help you! I'll do whatever you want me to!"

She pauses.

"Anything?"

"Yes, anything, just don't kill me!" he pleads.

Daphne stands there for a moment, thinking.

"Alright, I have a few things." she says.

"First, you must help me home. Second, you answer all of my questions on the way there. Thirdly, write down all of the information I ask of. And lastly, you tell no one that I live. Do you understand?"

"Yes." he says.

"Then get over here." she commands.

The boy hurries over to her, putting her right arm over his shoulders. They start to walk away from the school, snow crunching under their feet. Once they leave the grounds, the boy breaks the silence.

"What's your name?"

"Daphne." she says, after a slight pause.

"No, I mean what's your last name, I might have heard of you." he says.

"Why?" she asks.

"Um, n- no reason." he stutters. "It's just, my grandparents go on about how dangerous you guys are, you know, Grimms. They often tell us things that certain Grimms have done, saying that we should stay away from them."

"What kind of things?" Daphne questions.

"About how, y- I mean, Grimms, kill us."

"Wesen." she says

"Ya, so, you don't have to answer-"

"My last name's Teston." she says.

He slows down a bit.

"Have you heard of me?" she asks, turning to face him.

"N- no, I- I haven't." he says.

"Well," Daphne says. "What's your name?"

"Garron Herrmann."

"What are you?" she inquires.

He frowns at her.

"You don't know?"

"No, I don't." she says. "I didn't grow up with my parents, I grew up with my aunt and uncle, who happen to be a Fuchsbau and a Grimm."

"A Grimm and a Fuchsbau are together?" he gasps.

"Yes, my aunt is a Fuchsbau, I see nothing wrong with it. She's very kind. But you still haven't answered me, and you promised you would."

"Sorry," he says, looking down. "I'm a Blutbad."

"And what was the principal?"

"I think she is what my grandmother called a Spinnetod." he replies.

"Your grandmother? Why don't your parents tell you these thing?" she asks.

"My parents died when I was four." he says.

"Oh."

The two walk in almost complete silence, rather than Daphne giving directions to her house. Once they arrive at the top of her street, she remembers the third thing she made him promise her.

"Garron," she says. "When will you be able to write down more information for me? I might not be in town for much longer."

"I'll bring them to you as soon as possible, but," a small crease forms in his brow. "Can I ask something of you."

"What?" she asks.

"Um." Garron puts his hand on his head, fiddling with his brown hair.

"What!" Daphne implores.

"Could I have a piece of your clothing?"

"What?" she says, a bit shocked.

"So that I could try to track you. You know, your smell. So that I could find you." he says, shuffling his feet around.

"I've used all of my clothes up for my wound." she replies.

"Could I cut of a bit of some? If you wouldn't mind, that is." Garron says.

"It's fine, do you have scissors?" she asks.

"Uh, no. But I have-, well I got my-" he heavily sighs.

Daphne frowns, and then it hit her. Claws.

"Okay, just use those then."

"What?" he exclaims. "Oh no, I couldn't I just-"

"It's fine Garron." she says.

He looks around a bit.

"Not here, maybe over by those trees?" He points behind her.

She looks around at the fir trees that are standing in the an empty lot.

"Okay."

They walk over to the trees. Daphne sits down, leaning against one and Garron kneels down beside her.

"Are you ready?" he asks.

She nods.

He takes a deep breath in, and closes his eyes. After a few seconds, he morphs back into his other form. He takes one of his clawed hands and cuts a small section out of her sweater, near the waist.

Once it is cut, he changes back quickly.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

"Yes, I'm fine." she says. "Help me up."

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She was now standing outside of her house, holding onto Garron for support.

"Well, bye." he says, turning around.

She walks up the stairs and just as she is going to grab the door handle, she turns around.

"Garron!" she calls.

"Yes?" he says, facing her again.

"Thank you."

He smiles.

"It's nothing. Bye Daphne."