I. AM. SO. FUCKING. SORRY.

I'm not gonna lie. For a while, I kinda forgot about this fanfic. It was at the back of my mind, but I was focusing so hard on my LOTR fanfiction that I got sidetracked. Not only that, I've been getting into the Creepypasta fandom and dear god someone get me out please I can't stop reading the fanfics.

Ugh, I cannot believe I have not updated this story in two months (actually I can, such wow) and I'm definitely going to try to update a little sooner than this one.

I also apologize for the shortness of this chapter, but it's better than nothing. :D Enjoy!

P.S. The beginning dialogue (you'll know what I'm talking about) I found online so don't flame me for not writing the right thing 'cause I haven't been in Mass for a LONG time and definitely don't remember wtf happened during it other than the singing.

WARNING: If demonic, satanic stuff offends you, you might wanna leave NOW. (I should have said this a long time ago, but oh well, it's Blue Exorcist inspired so you should have known by now)

A Fanfiction Inspired by Blue Exorcist.

I do not own Grimm.

I do own my OCs.

XIX

The beautiful melody of a piano and a voice intermingled with one another, creating a song that had everyone opening their mouths to join in. It did not matter if they were good or bad, for either they did not care or they were urged by their parents for the children.

As this happened, a priest in his Mass colors and clothing arrived at the altar with ministers. They bowed to each other before the priest turns to the altar, placing a kiss upon it just as the song came to a close.

He straightened up with a smile as everyone silenced themselves, signed the cross in the air in front of him.

"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit."

"Amen."

Extending his hands out towards them, he greeted them all, "May the Lord be with you."

"And with your spirit."

The priest took a deep breath, taking a moment to scan the faces around him. Both familiar and new filled the church. Briefly, he wondered if the person that had been so gracious as to allow this place to be used by the public was here, sitting among them.

"Brethren, let us acknowledge our sins, and so prepare ourselves to celebrate the sacred mysteries." After a brief silence, everyone joined him in reciting general confession.

As he spoke the words he has repeated again and again over his years, his eyes strayed over to the left side of the open room to the fourth or fifth row of pews. A young woman sat in the middle between a man who was reciting the words with his eyes closed and a woman that was older than her, yet shared the same features, also recited the prayer whilst comforting a baby cradled in her arms.

This young woman... Her mouth was closed. Unlike everyone else, she did not speak the same words. She stared off into space, in a daze. Simply brushing it off as drowsiness - it happens to us all - the confession ended and a hymn was sung.

His blue eyes, which have dulled with time yet still held a spark of life, trailed back over to the young woman. She seemed much more awake now. In fact, she was smiling. Smiling at him.

She was not singing.

Uneasiness filled him and the hymn came to an end. A bead of sweat formed at his wrinkled forehead as soon as he looked away again. It was only his imagination, merely an illusion that the bright lights in the church had created. He did not see what he saw from her eyes.

He joined his hands, "Let us-" He gasped and coughed into his arm. He cleared his throat, "Let us pray."

After a long silence, he extends his hands out towards them. "Almighty God, to you all hearts are open, all-" He forces down a cough, clearing his throat. "All desires known, and from you no secrets are hid: Cleanse the thoughts of our hearts by the-"

This time he could not hold back the round of coughs, "By the-" He was once again interrupted by violent coughing that would not seem to stop.

One of the readers that sat behind him came rushing towards him, "Father, are you alright?"

A singer also came to see if he was alright and gasped, "Father! You are bleeding!"

Uncovering his mouth, he stared down in horror at the shiny red film covering his hand. He swiped his other hand under his nose as he felt something drip out of it and found it to be blood.

Slowly looking up, his eyes met with the young woman's. It was not an illusion... Her eyes really are the same red that covers his hands.

A scream echoed around the church as blood poured out of his nose, gushing out like water would from a faucet. The last thing he saw and heard as he fell on his knees, collapsing on his side, were blazing crimson orbs and manic laughter.

When I woke up the following morning, I wasn't sure where I was for a solid two minutes. It was one of those moments where when you were a kid and you fell asleep on the couch while watching TV, then woke up in your bed. In this case... I fell asleep on my own bed and woke up in a different one.

Of course, I had panicked the second my drowsy mind registered this fact. It was then, did I realize that this was Nick's room. Why was I in his room? Ugh, curse my horrible memory. All I remember from last night was just warmth. A type of warmth that I have missed and haven't felt for years, but... more.

I sat up and stretched my arms over my head, a satisfying crack along with a groan briefly filling the silent room. I furrowed my brow for a moment as I looked around the room. Something felt... off. Nothing bad, just off. As if something was missing.

I shrugged and threw the blankets off of me. From the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of yellow and I turn my head to it curiously. A post-it note was stuck to the nightstand with writing on it that I quickly identified to be Nick's. Peeling it off, I proceeded to read it...

Juno,

If you're reading this, don't worry about going to work. I called you in sick since I'm sure you wouldn't feel up to it, but if you decide you do want to come and continue helping us with the case, then just call either me or Hank since we will be searching for the suspects. If you decide to stay home, then I'll probably come back late.

- Nick

Even though I wasn't all too pleased with him calling off work for me, I knew he was right. I would never admit it to him, but I was exhausted. Usually, I would push the feeling aside, but not only was I physically exhausted, but mentally and emotionally. My memories were still fuzzy as to why though.

I tried to remember a single day where I just took off any work either because it was a day off or Luciel forced me to. So far I couldn't think of one. Even on my days off, I would keep working my ass off just to keep myself sane. For most of my life I have worked nonstop, so suddenly stopping that was hard. Today, though, I'll try to relax. Maybe watch some anime, try to sleep, eat some cake... Yeah, that sounds nice.

I slipped out of the bed, flinching as my bare feet met the cold wooden floor. I stand up and hissed in pain, pressing a hand to my forehead as it throbbed without mercy. Ow, okay, I'm sorry head for drinking all of that Bloodshot last night, so can you stop trying to kill yourself?

I padded my way out of the room and to the kitchen, massaging the side of my head with a scowl. Headaches in the morning are the worst. This is the first time in a very long time that I've had a hangover, but is it really a hangover? I don't feel sick or anything... What the hell happened last night?

As soon as I entered, I grabbed a glass and filled it with water before chugging it down. It eased the ache to a dull throb that I can handle much more easily now, thankfully, and I filled up the glass again to sip on the water.

I contemplated on what to have for breakfast. Maybe I could cook something... Nah, too lazy. Skip it? Nope, my stomach is trying to eat itself. Oh, bingo!

A couple of minutes later I was sitting at the bar counter, chowing down on a slice of the cake Nick and I made. I missed having cake for breakfast... So sugary and delicious. I had a strong urge to drink some type of alcohol with it, but I thought better of it and stuck with my water.

I stared down at the half-eaten slice of cake blankly, leaning my head against the palm of my hand. By the time Nick gets back home, almost the entire cake will be gone considering it's the only one in this house and I have the biggest craving for the confection 24/7.

I placed another forkful of the desert into my mouth before almost inhaling it like a vacuum.

Nightmare.

Thunder.

Nick.

Bed.

NICK AND BED.

I slept in the same bed as Nick. It didn't sound that bad, but you don't understand. I slept in the same bed as Nick. Nick Burkhardt. My partner. My sorta-kinda roommate. My friend. And the worst part? Despite waking up drained and with a headache, it was the best fucking sleep I've ever had in my life.

And... Oh fuck, I nearly strangled him and he...

He still didn't run away.

He helped me. He still helped me even when I had hurt him.

I looked down at the note that I brought with me, laying innocently on the counter. My thoughts traveled back to the first time I nearly cried in front of him and when I revealed myself to him. Throughout the time I have known him, he has always been nice to me.

And what have I done? Letting him live in my house and baking cookies for him at one point doesn't compare to what he has done for me.

Yes, all of those situations were embarrassing for me, especially what happened last night, but nonetheless, I was thankful. I wanted to show him how thankful I was, but how do I do that?

I jumped as a muffled scream came through the wall. One scream turned into multiple ones full of fright and panic.

The church.

I practically flew to the door, grabbing a jacket along the way to throw it onto myself, wrapping my tail around my waist as I zipped it up. After going through that door, I went through the next that led to the church.

I cringed at the sight of the place filled to the brim with people. Throwing my hood up, my eyes followed to the main source of their panic and I cursed the moment I saw blood. Blood that would not stop pouring out of the priest.

Two women who were right by him screamed and sobbed into their hands as they could do nothing, but watch. I pushed them away from the growing pool of blood before kneeling down beside the old priest. I resisted the urge to drop my jaw when I found out where exactly the blood was coming from. His nose. This is not normal, and I know that for a fact.

There wasn't much blood coming out of it anymore, but what was most concerning was what he already lost. I placed two fingers against his neck to find a pulse, and sure enough, there was a dull beating so faint that he nearly didn't feel it. But still, he was dying. His skin was whiter than printer paper, truly looking like a corpse.

I whip out my phone and dialed a number quickly, "I need an ambulance at the local church in- Yeah, that one. Hurry."

"Is... Is he going to be okay?"

I looked up to see one of the women calming down a bit but had tears running down her cheeks still. She looked absolutely terrified, her hands shaking from where they clasped around her rosary beads.

I sighed and told her honestly, "No clue. He's lost a lot of blood."

By the time paramedics came barging in with a stretcher, families with children have left to spare their innocence from the scene. Others stayed in anticipation for the ambulance so they made sure that the man was in good hands.

They quickly heaved him onto the stretcher and placed an oxygen mask over his face before rolling him out.

So it turns out I'll be doing some work anyway. Well, at least I won't die from boredom. The priest, from some miracle, was stabilized and had long since been hooked up to a blood transfusion. After the panic from the horrifying scene died down, I told everyone to go home. It wouldn't do them any good to stay where they were with a pool of blood, that can be easily mistaken to be what was left behind after a rather violent murder, on the floor.

Speaking of blood, I was currently mopping it up. Side note - hydrogen peroxide works wonders with dry blood when it comes to this type of floor... I'm a cop, I know this type of stuff, don't look at me like that.

Anyway, the incident had gotten me thinking about some things. Apparently, after asking some questions, the priest had no sign of any health problems other than what he already had due to old age. So this suddenly happening to him didn't make much sense. Well, unless there was a problem with his health that he was unaware of, but still. Losing that much blood in that short amount of time from your nose is abnormal.

I breathed out a sigh and looked around me. Everything was as good as new. No traces of dried blood in sight. Only a mop and cloth slightly stained pink, and a bucket of murky, fizzy red liquid. All I have to do now is wait for the floor to dry and make sure it's disinfected... I'll do that later. I have more important things to do.

Upon entering my home again and going down the basement, I'm hit with the realization that I haven't used this room for its real purpose for a while. Usually, I'm in here often. When was the last time I've been in this room? The morning following the night Nick moved in, I remembered. It's strange since it goes to show how I haven't been given Exorcist assignments for a while now. How strange.

The only reason I was in here was because of the incident. What happened wasn't normal and of course, there can be a completely reasonable explanation for what happened, but something doesn't feel right about it... Well, it's better safe than sorry.

Just as I was about to grab a book from the shelf, my phone rang. I sighed. Of course. I dug into my pocket and checked the caller ID. My irritation washed away instantly once my eyes landed on the name. I swiped my thumb over the screen and held it up to my ear as my free hand filed through each book. "Hey, Monroe."

"Morning, Juno! How've you been? Nick told me you haven't been feeling too well?"

"Yeah..." I confirmed hesitantly, "But I'm feeling a bit better now."

"That's good, make sure to drink plenty of fluids."

I roll my eyes, moving to the next bookshelf, "What are you, my mom?"

"Hey, I'm just making sure. Anyway, I wanted to know if you wanted to hang out? Well, if you're up to it. I mean, you are sick. Now that I'm saying it out loud, that was probably a stupid question."

"No, it's fine. Like I said, I'm getting better and need a distraction. How about you come over?" I suggested, suddenly deciding to hold off my search until later on.

"You sure?"

"Monroe-san."

"Alright, alright! I'll be there in... Like fifteen, twenty minutes."

We then said our goodbyes before hanging up. I gaze at the bookshelf for a long moment. Yeah, I'll go look through these later.

"Seriously?" Monroe blanched as a steaming cup of tea was placed in front of him, "He nearly died from a nosebleed?"

I nod and sat myself down in front of him at the bar counter with my own tea loaded with sugar, "Yeah. Looked like the aftermath of someone who had gotten stabbed thirty times. Luckily, he was stabilized, but I don't know how he is right now. I'll know when a letter comes in saying that the church needs a new priest."

"It sounds like you don't really care." He paused from lifting up the cup to his mouth, "Do you?"

I shrugged, stirring the green tea absentmindedly with my spoon, "I'm just... trying not to care. I want to not care about his wellbeing, but I can't help it. Some humans are so puny and weak, I can't help but relate to that."

"Sheesh, you say that as if you're not human." Monroe didn't notice how I twitched at that, realizing my slip-up, "Anyway, I should have known it was your dark humor. Sometimes I can't tell if you're joking or not." He chuckled.

"One day you'll learn." I stopped fiddling with my spoon, "The whole thing doesn't seem as normal as the medics made it out to be when they put him on the stretcher."

"What do you mean?"

"What happened was strange. I've never seen something like that before and I have a horrible feeling about it."

Monroe gave me a look, "Don't tell me you think it was something completely different that caused this. Exorcist-related different."

"It's a possibility."

"Listen, Juno, it was probably some weird illness he had. Have you seen those health documentaries?"

"Yes, but I'm just keeping myself open-minded about the possibilities. So far, the doctors have no clue what caused the nosebleed."

The Blutbad thought deeply for a minute, "You know what. How about we ask the guy himself when he wakes up?"

I cough as I placed down the cup of tea, nearly choking on the hot liquid, "What?"

"You heard me, let's go over to the hospital and ask him if anything freaky happened before the whole thing. If nothing happened, then you won't have to worry about it anymore."

"Just asking questions like that won't give me enough answers. Even so, this whole entire place is protected by runes. But..." I sigh, "I guess it doesn't hurt to try."