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This story will start right in the action, where Angelina is attacking Orson and Nick remembers the anatomy lesson he had in the trailer.

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Nick slammed the butt of his gun on the blutbad's back. Angelina let out a long howl of pain before turning to the grimm, death in her eyes.

"Now you're going to pay" She took a step forward and Nick tensed, ready to fight.

"Don't make me do this" he tried to reason with her "there has been enough blood."

The blutbad paused, looked behind her at the unconscious bowerswine. At least, Nick hoped he was unconscious. Angelina turned her gaze back to Nick, she didn't seem angry anymore, just sad. As if she was only just fully realising her brother's deaths, as if only now she was feeling the full weight of her loss. Nick lowered his gun slightly thinking that he had gotten through to her.

That was his mistake.

Angelina suddenly launched herself at the grimm, Nick fired a shot a moment too late and it missed its target and flew into a nearby vase as he was knocked to the ground. The gun flew out of his hands and the wind was knocked out of him, Nick tried to move but found he was pinned down by a surprisingly strong Angelina. Her crimson eyes met his "enough blood?" she roared. Nick swung his fist at the blutbad's face only for it to be stopped by a fur-covered hand, Nick tried again with his other fist but Angelina easily stopped that one too. She forced Nick's wrists to the floor beside his head, sharp claws digging into flesh.

"You Grimm's have killed more of my kind than I can count and yet you still think that you get to decide when there's been enough blood?" Angelina spat the words out as if just saying them was an insult to her family "I'll show you what enough blood looks like." Nick grunted as Angelina slowly dug her claws deeper into the flesh of his wrists, drawing blood.

"Mm you smell" Angelina paused, as if searching for the right word "delicious." A sick smile grew on the blutbad's face and Nick knew he wouldn't like what was coming.

"I think it's time to avenge some more of the deaths in my family. My great aunt was killed by a grimm you know, stabbed her right through her neck. And my great great grandfather, a grimm strangled him with his own belt. Let's see how you like it when there's a knife at your throat." She chucked as Nick struggled "or should I say fangs."

Nick barely had time to blink before Angelina sunk her fangs into the side of his neck. Nick gasped as the pain hit him, it hurt, no, more than that. It burned. He tried to move away but that only made the pain intensify. Nick kicked out, feet desperately trying to find leverage. Just enough to give him the two seconds he needed to get to his feet. Finally, Nick's foot met the coffee table and he arched his back and managed to send the stunned blutbad flying to the wall. Nick was standing in an instant, one hand clasped tightly around the wound of his neck. He scanned the floor for his weapon, it had landed much further away than he had though, too close to Angelina who was now standing, once again ready for battle.

Their eyes met for a moment, blood-red against stormy-blue, fire against water, blutbad against grimm. Then he ran. Nick ran like never before, allowing only a spec of hope into his mind, this could be his only chance at escape and he was not going to waste it. He rounded a corner and found himself in a kitchen, Nick was forced to stop, there were no doors except the one he had entered through, the one in which Angelina now stood, he was trapped. His hope had been short-lived.

"You don't want to do this." Nick warned, backing away

"Actually, I do" The blutbad snarled

"No, you don't. Think about Hap, what would he say if he saw this?"

"Don't you try to use Hap" Angelina roared "he's gone and it's your fault!" She leapt at Nick who rolled out of the way, one step closer to the exit. But also still one step too close to Angelina who leapt again. This time she found her mark and Nick slammed against the wall. He slumped to the ground, stars filling his vision as he fought to stay conscious. Angelina wasted no time and slammed her foot down on Nick's ribs. The Grimm gasped for air as another kick came at his stomach, and another. This time he heard a crack and cried out as one final kick assaulted his already bruised and broken rib cage. A long, sorrowful moan escaped his throat as Angelina stepped away. He didn't pay any attention to what she was doing, too focused on trying to breathe past his broken ribs. After a few moments Nick noticed Angelina watching him from her seat on the kitchen bench, predatory eyes scanning his every movement, and pushed himself up against the wall, determined to look stronger than he felt. The blutbad just laughed softly at the way his slumped form that betrayed the harshness of his glare.

"Assaulting an officer is a serious offence you know." Nick said through clenched teeth, one arm propping him in a sitting position while the other cradled his stomach. Angelina laughed again before jumping from her seat and kneeling in front of the injured Grimm, mocking.

"People always said that I looked for fun in all the wrong places." Angelina smirked, unaware of Nick's hand unclipping his handcuffs from his belt and sliding them over his fist. He swung his arm around at the blutbad and hit her square in the jaw with his makeshift brass-knuckles. Caught by surprise she flew backwards and Nick made another attempt at escape, rising to a standing position, though relying heavily on the wall for support. The burning in his ribs renewed with the sudden movement. He barely made it two steps before Angelina regained her senses and knocked the Grimm back to the ground. Nick cried out as he hit the ground face first, blood beginning to drip from his nose but that was nothing compared to when Angelina stomped on his back, creating a new bruise and aggravating the existing injuries. She pressed harder and the Grimm's cry choked off into a shocked gasp of pain. Keeping her foot planted firmly on his back, Angelina snatched the hand cuffs from the Grimm's hand. Anger clouded her eyes as the blutbad flipped the gasping Nick onto his back, she paused noticing the blood now steadily dripping from his nose nixing with the blood from the deep gash on his neck. Any deeper and he would already be dead, Angelina quietly mused to herself, good thing she knew how to make death quick and how to make some time for a little fun.

O_o, cliffy, I promise it gets better, less pointless whump a little more content. Lemme know what you like and what you want more of in the next chapters. I wont post until I know what you want cause if it sucks… Yaknow. I could be reading fanfics instead. See ya'll next time!

~Venatrici Out!~