A Grimm Life

Chapter Two: Grimm Reaper

They laid on a silver slab, a white sheet covering their bodies. My mother, her skin ghostly pale against her dark brown hair. The hair I inherited. She had a large gash on left side of her head, on her temple. My dad, just as pale with honey blonde hair, small cuts and gashes lined his face. They said he hit the windshield and my mum hit the passenger side window. They died instantly.

"Miss Berkley? Would you like a ride home? One of Sergeants can take you."

I simply nodded, leaving the cold room with my parents left inside.

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My whole family was at the funeral. Kyle and Kylie were their too. It was a typical funeral day. Cold, grey, mournful. When the will was read, I had inherited everything. Their money, possessions, house, everything.

Once everyone had gone home and I had convinced my friends that I was fine on my own, I decided to sit in my dad's study. He always sat in there. Thinking. Reading. I sat at his desk, looking around the small room. Everything seemed normal. His bookshelves at either side of the room, holding books that looked older than my dad. I walked up to one of the shelves, I never actually looked at the books. I pulled one out, it weighed a ton. I shuffled back to the desk dumping the book on it with a very loud thud. The noise echoed down the hallway, making me realise just how lonely I really was. I opened the book, there were dates on the pages, like a diary. It started in the year 1897. Why the hell wasn't this thing in a museum? I turned the page and nearly screamed. There it was. The eyeless creature I saw on graduation. I slammed the book shut and ran out of the study. My dad was going mad, maybe I was going mad. Maybe he gave me some kind of mental disorder that he had. What ever it was, I wasn't ready to face it. Not yet anyway.

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As the days went on after my parents' funeral, my mind played more tricks on me. I saw a couple fighting outside in a car park, the man's face changed into a cat like image, the woman a fox. I couldn't help but stare. The man saw me and looked like he had seen an axe murderer, he whispered something to the woman, whatever it was it freaked her out as she looked at me also. Their faces changed back to human and they ran in the opposite direction of me. This was starting to become a common occurrence.

I got home, the house empty. Like normal. Now it was normal. I walked into the kitchen and started to put my groceries away, when I heard a creak in the hallway. I stopped and listened. I didn't hear anything else.

"Great, now I'm starting to here things."

I stood at the sink and looked out the window. Everything seemed to dark outside. Something flashed in the mirror before something wooden was pressed against my throat. I was dragged backwards, unable to get air into my lungs. Instincts kicked in. I elbowed my assailant in the ribs, forcing a grunt from their lips. I forced the wooden stick from his hands and turned to face him. His weapon was quite heavy, maybe it was because it was a scythe. The man was dressed in black and was thin but seemed muscular.

"What do you want?!" I screamed him. He smirked, "Your head."

I felt my eyes widen in horror as he pounced at me, knocking me to the floor. He retrieved his scythe as I jumped up and bolted down the hallway. His footsteps echoed as he followed me. I ran up the stairs and hid in a room, the door slightly cracked. The man in black stood at the top of the staircase, he moved his head, his face changing. He now had yellow skin, pointed ears and serrated teeth that filled his mouth. I forced myself not to scream. He walked past my door and down the hallway, around a corner. I slid out of the room and down the stairs, trying to make the least amount of noise. I went to the door, but seemed to be jammed shut, I struggled with the knob making a metallic noise. His footsteps grew louder as he came back towards me. I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a knife, I stood next to the doorway, against the door. He walked into the room, scythe in hand. I stepped forward and drove the blade deep into his back. He let out a blood curdling roar as I yanked out the knife, blood pouring from the wound. He turned around, rage in his eyes, "You bitch!"

He swung the scythe towards my neck, I ducked and crawled between his legs, driving the blade into the back of his knee, forcing another roar from his mouth. I grabbed both ends of the scythe and pulled it up against his throat, putting pressure on his windpipe, forcing him to choke.

"Who are you? What are you? Why do you want to kill me?"

"I don't want to kill you. Someone else does." He choked out.

"Why?!" I screamed at him. He managed to choke out a chuckle, "You're a Grimm you stupid bitch. We don't need any of your kind around here, or anywhere in fact."

"A Grimm?"

"Might wanna do some research sweet heart. Find out what you are before they send another one of us to end you."

"And what exactly are you?"

He sneered, "I'm a Reaper of Grimm's."

A part of me wanted to kill him, so badly. I couldn't explain why though and that scared the crap out of me. I pulled the scythe from his neck and smashed him on the back of the head with the blunt end of it, knocking him unconscious. I grabbed my cell, my breathing came out in irregular gasps, I dialled Detective Shaw's number.

"Shaw."

"Detective? It's Alexa Berkley, I need some help."