Well, I got this idea from watching an episode of Grimm and I hope you enjoy. I only own Cinder.

Born Under the Wrong Sign

Chapter One: Misplaced

{One Week Ago}

The man studied the six-year-old whose face was contorting into that of a monster. Her hair which had once been red and thin became a much darker crimson, resembling blood. Her eyes which before were a stunning green, turned a deep, angry red. Her canines sharpened to points along with the opposite bottom teeth. Her petite ears lengthened and pointed at the ends, like an elf. Her skin became thicker and created small folds around her eyes. Her brows thickened slightly.

She then proceeded to launch herself at her father. The man laughed bitterly; putting the small child in a head lock and using his elbow to ram into the small of her back. She screamed in rage and pain as her back arched. Her little body went limp and her face consorted back to that of a humans.

"A Wesen born to a Grimm." The man muttered as he heaved the girl over his shoulder. "How cruel can fate be?" He slowly carried the little child out to the front of their shared log cabin. To his left was their Geep, and to the right was an area for cutting firewood. The father dumped her body onto the ground and dug in a box of tools for the cattle prod he used on every monstrosity he could find.

Making his way back into the house, the man shoved the prod into the fireplace and turned it, waiting for the metal to glow as red as her inhuman eyes.

Returning to his unconscious child, the man removed her pink owl shirt, not feeling a thing as he did so. He stared at her peaceful face for a moment before bringing the rod down on her stomach. He pushed harder for every ounce of anger he'd felt at this so-called God for making him to this to his baby. Making him do this to himself.

Her sobbing and screaming didn't register with him until the girl had grasped the burning rod between her frail hands and yanked with all of her inhuman strength. She ripped the metal from his hands and threw it, scrambling to her feet and taking off at a run with tears dripping down her face.

*/*Grimm/*/

{Current Day}

An elder Blutbad walked through the forest, happily sniffing at the fresh air and enjoying the warm sunlight. The male took a long, deep breath as he stepped over a fallen log before stopping suddenly as the aroma of fresh blood hit his nostrils.

Being a Wieder Blutbad, the Wesen scrunched up his nose in disgust as he continued towards the scent. After treading through the forest for some time; the male came across the bloodied animal carcass of which had emitted the stench. The Blutbad shook his head at the mess before tuning in on another scent mixed with the blood; the scent of his kind. As if to solidify the smell; a low, animalistic growling started.

The man slowly glanced around; his brown eyes settling on a bush that happened to have two, angrily glowing red eyes. Monroe sighed. "It's okay." He said, holding his hands up in a gesture of surrender. Soon a small, animalistic head poked from the foliage. Keeping her eyes on her strange visitor; the child emerged fully.

Monroe let out a small gasp. The little girl was maybe five or six; just a baby really. She wore a brown skirt with striped and polka doted leggings. Her dark red hair was pulled into pigtails held up with hot pink hair-ribbons. Her shoes matched the color of her hair-bows and an owl necklace hung around her neck. Shockingly; the child wasn't wearing a shirt and her pale skin was scratched and bloody. But the feature that shocked the elder Blutbad the most was the wound on her stomach that looked much like a burn mark; though the design of it was hidden under the grime.

The little girl let out a small howl that made it sound like she was in pain. Monroe didn't doubt it. Taking a deep breath the male morphed into his Blutbad form and the child jerked her head back to stare into his eyes. Slowly her face turned human and she swayed on her feet. Monroe managed to catch the little girl as she fell. Her eyes, now a poisonous green, locked with Monroe's (now) brown ones. "I wanna' go home…" Tears dribbled from her eyes and down her cheeks; nestling themselves in her hairline. The child's eyes drifted shut; though her breathing kept a steady pace. Monroe shifted his grip on her and started towards his car at a run.

*/*Grimm/*/

"Nick!" Monroe hissed into the phone; occasionally glancing at the six-year-old asleep on his couch.

"I'm a little busy right now, Monroe. Can this wait?" The Blutbad looked back to the girl who moaned in her sleep.

"Not really." Monroe's voice gained a desperate tone. There was a loud snap as Nick slammed a book shut and a long sigh. Monroe could picture the Grimm pinching the bridge of his nose like he always did when annoyed.

"Then what is it?" Monroe bit his lip in uncertainty. "Monroe? Are you still there?"

"Huh? Yeah… How are you with children?" There was an awkward silence on the other end of the line.

"…Why?" Nick responded cautiously.

"Uh… Because – " a loud wailing cut off the Blutbad. Monroe snapped his head in the direction of the little girl who was sobbing and screaming in her sleep.

"Sh, sh, sh… it's okay." Monroe held out his free hand and gently smoothed down the child's messy hair. She slowly relaxed and her breathing settled.

"What was that, Monroe? Are you okay?" Said Wesen slowly pulled away from the girl and took a few steps backwards before answering.

"I'm fine. Nick could you just come over? Please?" The Grimm sighed lightly.

"I'll be right there." The line went dead.

That was chapter one! I'm not sure if that was good, but if you liked it please leave a comment. I'm normally really bad at updating stories, but I'm putting it to a schedule. This will be updated every Sunday unless something comes up that prevents it. R&R please!