Damn That Insanely Beautiful Four Letter Word

Chapter 3: The Grimms and The Winchesters Finally Meet

Blade's P.O.V
Hansel, Gretel and I, were currently in Augsburg's bar. Nothing exciting was going on. There were only men in the bar with a few women.
Gretel and this guy were talking about many creatures that have appeared to help witches. I was just minding my own business 'till their conversation caught my attention.
"Trolls?" Asked Gretel.
"Wait, you said there's trolls that actually help witches?" I asked.
"Yeah. Trolls are extra," answered the guy.
"Excuse me," I said. "What's your name again?" I asked politely.
"Its William. Tracker William," he answered and smiled.
I shook his hand and smiled back.
"Blade Valerious Grimm," I said, introducing myself, too.
"Blade Valerious? As in THEE Blade Valerious?" He asked excitedly.
"Um, yes," I answered a bit weirded out since he didn't mention my second last name.
"It's a pleasure to meet you. I've heard so many stories about you," he said as he started shaking my hand rapidly.
"Wait, stories?" Asked Gretel.
"Yes ma'am," answered William.
"What kind of stories?" She asked.
"Stories about her hunts, of course. By the way, how did you survive from that werewolf? I thought he bit you," he said.
"For some reason, nothing happened to me. Now, can we not talk about this right now?" I asked as I was getting a bit uncomfortable.
"Ah, yes. I'm sorry," he said. I nodded as a response.
"Werewolf?" Asked Gretel. "You were bitten by a werewolf and you said nothing about it?" She asked.
"I didn't say anything because I knew how you'd get," I answered.
"We'll talk later," she said. I then got a bit of anxiety with those three words.
I sighed and looked at Hansel who was currently walking to our table with a hamburger.
"Hey, so what's wrong with the girls in this place? Huh?" He asked as he sat in between Gretel and I. "I mean, correct me if I'm wrong but aren't bar wenches supposed to be easy?" He asked again.
"It's really unusual," answered Gretel.
"Yes. It is unusual," responded Hansel.
"Dude, maybe they don't like your ugly face," I said and smirked.
"You know what? Shut up," he said and I laughed.
"Hey guess what?" I asked.
"What?" He asked. "If it's that 'Chicken butt' shit, I will stuff this hamburger down your throat," he said.
"Fuck you," I laughed. "What I was gonna say is that, did you know people tell stories about me?" I asked as he took a big bite out of his hamburger.
"They do? What do they say? Blade Grimm: The Annoying Sister?" He asked with his mouth full.
"I'm not joking. They talk about my hunts. They know me only as Blade Valerious," I said.
"That's good, kid. I'm proud of you," he said as he swallowed his food and gave me a proud smile.
I smiled back. "Thank you."

Hansel and I are much closer than Gretel and I. It's kinda weird considering that Gretel and I spend much more time together since we're girls.

"These cases are very weird. Like this one. Witches attacked a father and three children. One child was taken but she didn't touch the other two," said Gretel as she handed me a newspaper she was reading. I looked over it and passed it to Hansel.
"What do you think?" I asked.
"Uh-oh," was his response as he looked at the newspaper.
"Now that's weird," said Gretel as she looked at us.
"That is really weird," said Hansel in a sarcastic/playful tone.
Gretel slapped him in the arm playfully.
"It is strange," said Hansel as he rubbed his arm.
"Yeah, yeah," she said as I smacked Hansel on the head playfully.
He chuckled and rubbed his head. "Then again, what's normal, really? I mean, we do hunt witches for a living."
"You have a point," I said as I now started thinking about my life. Nothing about it was normal.

We went back to looking at newspapers and files of the witches and missing children. That is until a boy came up to us. I looked up at him and studied his features.
He has blondish-brownish hair and chocolate brown eyes. He was a bit dirty and sweaty. He was also holding a big book of papers. Probably made it himself.

"Excuse me? Hansel and Gretel?" He asked making my siblings look up at him. "Oh my God. I can't believe you're actually here. I'm Ben, Benjamin Walter. I'm quite a big fan of your work," he said.
"That's great," said Hansel in a 'leave me alone before I punch you in the face' tone.
"It's nice to meet you, Benjamin," said Gretel as she ignored Hansel's tone of voice.
"If it isn't too much trouble, can you sign..." He trailed off as he placed the book he had, on our table. Turns out it was just old newspapers of my brother and sister's witch hunts. Good thing I wasn't known by many people.
"Oh no. You're actually forgetting my sister," he said gesturing to me but then he shut his mouth due to the glare Gretel was sending his way.
Gretel then pulled the book to her and started looking through it.
"Oh my," she said surprised of all the newspapers that Benjamin had collected and put all together in one book.
Ben chuckled. "Oh yeah. That's when uh, you found the fucki-..." I didn't hear the rest as I started thinking about food and about how hungry I was.
"...I mean, you certainly taught those witches a thing or two," I heard Ben again as I was brought back from my thoughts.
"Oh, wow. This is amazing and..um...weird," said Gretel.
"Its creepy too," added Hansel.
"Yeah..." Said Ben as he scratched the back of his neck.
"Alright, well I think we should continue with this hunt," said Hansel, obviously wanting to get this over with.
"I just have so many questions for you two. Do you mind?" Asked Ben.
"Actually, we have to ge-.." Started Hansel but got interrupted by Gretel, mid-sentence.
"Oh no, no, no. You go right ahead," said Gretel, giving Hansel a 'leave him alone' look.
"Okay. Um...how do you best kill a witch?"
"Hansel? Blade? Care to answer?" Gretel asked as she looked at more newspapers.
"Decapitating them," I said as I motioned it on my neck with my pointer finger.
"Yeah, that tends to work a lot but skinning them and ripping their hearts out is also nice, too," said Hansel as he smirked at Ben.
"I prefer burning them. Its the only way to stay safe," Gretel looked at Ben as she said this.
"B-burning? O-oh, yeah," said Ben obviously terrified.
"You scared of fire?" I asked.
"W-what? No!" He answered.
"Good," I said.
"So burning is the best way you guys kill a witch, right?" He asked.
"Yep," answered Gretel.
"Burn them all!" Hansel and I said in unison and laughed.
"Another question. Um, uh, is it true that witches can't harm you no matter what?" Asked Ben.
"That's bullshit," I picked up a newspaper.
"That is horseshit, son," said Hansel, emphasizing on the 'is'.
"Yeah. Whoever told you that, he or she is a son of a bitch," I said as I pulled my gun out and played with it.
"Their magic doesn't work on us," started Gretel. "But they also haven't killed us...yet."
"Do you think maybe you have some sort of protection spell? Or do you think its because of the witch that you burned when you were children? Um, you know, I guess that's how it all started for you guys. I mean, is that how you guys became witch hunters? Where did you get your guns? Do you guys have any significant others?" Ben kept asking. He needs to shut up.
I gave Hansel a look and he right away knew that I was uncomfortable.
"Okay, look. You're a really nice kid but we have a town under attack," he said as he too was getting tired of the kid. Well, he's not really a kid.
"Sorry dude, but we're kinda busy," I said as I got up and left to go get Hansel a beer and a pie for myself.
As I was heading to go get the pie and beer, the door swung open and in walked two men and a woman. I paid no mind to them as I was eager to eat some pie, already.