Vita Viridi

A Dinner for Two

It was pitch dark. Arya couldn't see a thing past her finger tips. Then came a voice behind her, spinning to voice in reaction, shes meeted by a surprise, Grimm."Where are we Grimm," she lowered her attack stance.

"Ahem, the one you know to be Grimm is absent," the man who spoke look and sounded like Grimm, but the way he spoke, didn't seem like Grimm, this person seemed well loved by themself, fixed.

"The hell is that suppose to mean? You can't just kidnap a girl with no food, hospitality or anything like that and say you aren't, you."

"Ah yes, you are right," the man snapped his fingers, and a light appeared above them, revealing a table with clothe place upon it, accompanied by two chairs on each side. "Shall we?"

Arya took the chair and sat in it, now sitting across from Grimm, but now under the light, he didn't seem to be Grimm at all, "Who are you?"

He sighed, snapped his fingers, and made a plate of food appear infront the both of 'em. "I am Grim, Grimms other," Grim now gave a devilish smile, exposing his now sharp teeth, pointy like a demon.

"I'm sorry, did you just say the same thing? What's the difference between Grimm and Grim?" Arya started to get frustrated, but she was also hungry and the pasta Grim just summoned started to look really appealing.

"My name, Grim, has one m, the one you got to better know, Grimm, contains two m's," Grim snapped his fingers again, summoning a glass of wine in both their palms, as well as forks next to there meals. Grim now cleared his throat and raised his glass, "Shall we?"

Arya, hungry, clinked her glass with Grim, chugged it, and began to scarf her food down.

Grim began to smirk, "How could you trust I didn't posion your food? You don't know me or Grimm, we could be playing you for a fool!" He exclaimed while also stifling in a hardy laugh.

Arya slurped up the last of her pasta, she felt like she ate a meal for ten men, in the size for a mere child. Looking a Grim, she wiped the pasta from around her lips with her sleeve, "Well, how do I say it," she tapped her chin, "Oh! I got it!" She slammed her fist into her palm, "If Grimm wanted me dead, he would've let Father Escobar kill me, don't you agree?"

He couldn't hold it no more, Grim started to laugh hestiracly. After that long laugh, he wiped the tears from his eyes, "Oh I can see why he choose to believe in your words, your so much like her! It's too good! Ok, ok, I just had too."

Catching what he said, Arya went to raise a question, but he cut her off.

"I am Grim, Grimm's curse, I'm what grants him this forbidden power. I do not belong here, and he should be long gone, but together, we deny fates pleasurement for our own reasons. We together are The Grim Reaper!" Grim shoved himself out his chair, letting it slam into the ground with a violent crash, standing now with his arms in the air.

Arya just did not know how to make of what she just heard, Grimm isn't suppose to be alive, what's that suppose to mean? "Wha-"

Grim pressed his pointer finger against her lips, "Shush my dear, it seems our time together comes to an end," Grim now opened a portal with his palm, this time it wasn't pitch black, but it held a strong colour of white, like a field of cotton, "Once you go through this portal, you'll be in a special place."

Arya, still flustered from him touching her lips, stood to peer at the portal, "Special?"

Grim nodded, "It was truely a wonderful experience meeting you, I do have one favor to ask of you."

"Yes?"

Grim looked at Arya now, holding her gaze, "Keep Grimm alive, he's smart, but I feel like he might do some dumb things soon."

Before Arya could say anything, Grim took her, and threw her through the portal, "WHAT THE HELL IS WR-" she was gone.

"Let's go, Grimm," The man walked into the portal, and left this dark place behind....