This story is inspired by The Demonata Book's Series written by Darren Shawn, it also was inspired and will include many characters with the same actors as the television shows GRIMM and Teen Wolf and a few similar characteristics and plot lines.
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( Isabelle's Lightwood POV )
( Location: London, United Kingdom )
( Time: 9: 00 AM )
As I opened my eyes after a night of comfort sleep, I kind of was freaked out at first because I was laying on a sleeping bag on the middle of our living room instead of my bedroom, it was then that the events of last night or more like early dawn hours came back to me. I remembered the crash, the thumping explosion in our backyard and the teenage looking boy that we salvaged from the crashing and the wreckage, but what stuck with me the most was the fact that that teenage looking boy was not a young teen but someone who was old, like old as time itself, one of the seven original founders of the Grimm families. Speaking of which I instinctively looked at my side and was surprised to see that Thomas as he was called, he wasn't sleeping by my side anymore, instead I saw his blankets neatly folded on top of the sofa with a pillow neatly stacked on top. I got up and it took me a few seconds for my body to get it's bearings back, pulling my nightgown closer to my body to ward off the beautiful morning's chill on the air I started making my way towards the kitchen but as I was passing by the sliding backyard glass doors I stopped. The reason being because upon hearing a series of chopping sounds and following them to their source I was greeted by the strange yet pleasant sight of Chris splitting wood logs in half by swinging one of me father's axes and making the split halves of wood logs into usable firewood. He was also dressed in one of my father's flannel dressing shirts and I had to admit the shirt hugged his upper body in all the right places, following his change of clothes I also saw he had a pair of jeans on and to my surprise a pair of my dad's military combat service boots, my dad had been a Royal Marine Commando back in his adult youth before he retired and opened up his own private security firm, seeing Christopher working out in the backyard brought a pleasant warmth across my chest. Many Grimm's well I knew my family only and The Burhart's they all had military or police law enforcement experience. I would be lying if I said that the sight of Christopher chopping logs of wood didn't captivated my attention and made my hormones a little exited, the sight of his muscles movements as he swung down the axe and split the wood in halves with such ease suddenly made me wonder how his rough, calloused and strong hands would feel on my skin, how his arms would feel as they wrapped around my body, how his touch would feel and the pleasurable things it could make me feel. I snapped out of it because now was so not the time to think with my hormones, I needed to keep a leveled head at this situation, I also noticed the two huge mountainous piles of neatly stacked firewood at his side, it amazed me the velocity and strength it must have taken for him to reach that quantity.
