Grimm (TV Series SI)

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Cutting across the park on my way back from the pizza place with a large pie, for me and my daughter for dinner as this is one of my rare weekends with her, when I feel an intense, sharp, burning hot pain in my chest and hear the sound of a gunshot echoing throughout the park.

'I'm sorry Sophia…I was a pretty shit father.' I think as I start choking on my own blood my vision fills with spots, I start to feel weightless as an encroaching darkness starts at the corners of my eyes.

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[Hello, This is an automated message for policy holder number: #68-580-03207221996, Your life has ended, but thankfully you purchased a Death Insurance policy through Isekai Insurance Corporation (Isekai Insurance Corp, has no affiliation with Truck-kun, nor Truck-Kun industries.) and have been approved for for a new life in any of the worlds listed below:

-Game of Thrones

-House of The Dragon

-Shameless

-Terra Nova

-Jurassic Park

-Underworld

-Almost Human

-Fast and Furious

-Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

-Grimm

-Andromeda

-Buffy The Vampire Slayer]

'Huh, even R.O.B's use automated systems…too bad I can't combine…worlds because I can think of some combinations that would be pretty cool…' I think and pick Grimm because of Rosalie Calvert not only because she's awesome, but also because she has a pretty sexy furry form.

[World Chosen, Grimm, Your policy comes with a randomly generated boon system, your boons will be listed below:

- Increase/Decrease: add up to or remove up to 2cm to anything, can be used three times per day, to increase or decrease something just imagine the target that you want to increase, be specific in a general sense or the target won't be affected. (For example, if increasing penis size, then think of length and girth separately. For breast size just imagine them growing larger.)

-Deadpool's Healing Factor (No fugly visage because you don't have cancer.)

-Inventory: An inventory of 12 slots, (Think of Minecraft quick bar.) can store living beings, no size limit on things stored, can not store yourself, Items will appear in your hand or in front of you within a meter and on the ground.

-Essence of Alchemist:

With this essence you become a Master Alchemist: You can create potions, elixirs, and tonics easily- that have temporary effects, or legendary ones that can put a stopper in death, permanently enhance abilities, or give temporary powers, from simple ingredients one can find in a well stocked kitchen.

Herbal Knowledge: You know everything about herbs, ingredients, and magical plants.

Regents knowledge: You know everything about magical regents whether they're magical or mundane.

Fast Healing: You can heal others (or yourself) with potions or mixtures quickly and safely.

Potion Resistance: You're immune to negative potion effects or poisons.

Brew Instinctively: You don't need tools or instructions, just your intuition to brew what's needed.

Alchemic flame: you can produce an alchemic flame to help in making potions, elixirs, pills etc etc. (Good for burning away impurities and your enemies nothing can survive an alchemic flame with a strong Alchemist's will steering it.)

Divine Cauldron: summon a powerful cauldron to brew legendary potions within, or make even the simplest of tonics powerful alchemic works of art that can cure cancer or make an ugly woman a world class beauty.

Transmutation: transmute one material to another in a ratio of two to one, so say two ounces of lead to one ounce of gold.

Telekinesis: can be used for handling dangerous, toxic ingredients, (Don't expect to lift a car with this maximum weight is 50lbs and has a range of 5 meters.)

Some potions you can brew, most potions will either last for twelve hours or be once time use permanent potions can be produced but they will require more than basic household ingredients, for example Wesen blood or parts.

Sight Potion: Allows Drinker to see Wesen whether they wish to be seen or not.

Luck potion, drink this potion you will receive a Luck Boost, drinker will win more often in games of chance, from poker to slot machines, your winnings will almost always outstrip what they paid in by a significant margin. This will also affect your daily life, the drinker will naturally avoid danger, become a magnet for opportunity, and just have fortunate coincidences.

Intelligence Potion: When drunk this potion will increase the drinker's IQ to that of 250, drinker will also experience a state of expanded Brainpower and Memory.

Strength Potion: When drunk this potion will give the drinker a boost in Strength by 200%, the drinker will also have incredible dexterity, hand-eye coordination while also gaining incredible stamina and endurance.

Invisibility Potion: When drunk this potion will turn the drinker's body and clothes completely invisible and indetectable by any means, meaning the drinker can't be detected by smell, thermal vision, sound, etc.

Speed Potion: When drunk this potion will make the drinker be able to run 200% faster, with stamina and reaction time to match up the speed increase.

Size Potion: When this potion is drunk it will allow the drinker to consciously change size, from 6 inches (15.24 Cm) to 10 Feet (304.8 Cm)in height at will. The rest of the body and clothes adjust proportionally to the new height.

Nullifying Potion: Nullifies, Potions, curses, poisons/venoms, drugs, alcohol, etc etc just think of what you want to Nullify before drinking and or feeding this potion to someone.

Locator Potion: The drinker of this potion will be able to find anyone while holding onto something belonging to someone to find their location.

Healing Potion: When drunk this potion will heal/cure all bodily ailments (but no mental ones). It will for example defeat cancer, reform malformed or lost limbs, close wounds, purge Aids, and more. It will not reverse or affect aging.

Mental Health Potion: when drunk this potion all mental ailments/problems will be cured, schizophrenia, depression, delusions, addiction, etc this will get rid of it. This will not affect your personality beyond a serious problem.

Teleportation Potion: By drinking this potion the drinker will be able to open a temporary portal once, to any spot they've seen with their eyes, on a map or in pictures.

Love Potion: By putting a hair follicle, drop of blood into this potion the one who has the Drinker's adoration or desire will fall madly in love with the Drinker and will be absolutely loyal to them and their ideals, the drinker can dispel this effect at will, Alternatively, the drinker will also have a certain control over the one ensnared by this potion's personality, for example they can make the person, insatiable, submissive/dominant.

-Essence of enchanter

Enchant magical effects into the mundane or enhance magical effects in the magical simple things one can make with these instinctive abilities are.

Never dull knife: make it so a knife will never dull.

Ring of Sustenance - When worn, it removes the need to eat, drink, or sleep. Wearers may still do so, and any pleasure/benefit gained from the act is thrice amplified.

Ring of Storage—When worn, it grants access to an interdimensional pocket with a volume equal to a shipping container. The wearer can send any owned non-living, non-sapient item into the pocket at will and retrieve it just as easily. Items in the pocket are held in temporal stasis. The wearer has perfect memory, but only as it pertains to the pocket's inventory.

Ring of Flight—When worn, it grants the ability to fly at up to Mach 3 speeds, alongside all necessary secondary powers (resistance to G-forces, immunity to air friction, resistance to temperature extremes, etc.).

Ring of Convenience—When worn, it renders the wearer perpetually clean, as if freshly showered. It also soothes all mild body aches and pains, and enables the wearer to conjure within arm's reach any mundane food or drink item of their choice.

Ring of Fortune - When worn, it boosts the wearer's luck by a significant amount. The wearer becomes four times more likely to win games of chance, and events tend to occur in the wearer's favor or preference.

Ring of Healing - When worn, it grants the ability to heal wounds and cure illnesses on touch. Light wounds and illnesses are easily healed, but grievous wounds and terminal illnesses take time and exhaust the wearer.

These enchantments will disintegrate with time meaning you will have to constantly maintain them or make new enchanted objects. The items shown here are just examples. One could enchant a bag of holding or a slave collar. The possibilities are endless, enchantments using for example Wesen blood or parts will be stronger and less likely to degrade with time.

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Chapter from here down. 1

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I look over the list of my gifted powers and I feel happy with them, these essences sound pretty dope though they seem to be relegating me to more of a support role than I probably would have chosen if I had a choice to choose my boons.

My vision starts to spin and grow dark, I wake up. I'm laying on a bed naked in what seems like an RV, a door in the back of my mind opens up and memories of my current self pour into my brain, and fuse with the already existing memories.

My body is athletically toned, no abs showing but I do have some vaguely defined muscle tone in that area.

"So my name's Mason Town, a former foster kid who's mother disappeared without a trace when he was eight, after training him in the mystical ways of Alchemy and Enchanting. I live in an RV and travel across America as a lifestyle choice, no criminal record, graduated high school with high honor roll, no further education from that point on. I am twenty-one years old…not bad…but I kinda feel jipped coming into a new life already in my twenties…but it's something I can live with. It's cool that I got to meet Trouble, while in a group home, I explained what was happening to her, and it even seems like I became good friends with her until she disappeared one day." I murmur and an old clock starts going off the kind my grandmother used to have in her house in my old life, it was the only thing I managed to keep while bouncing around foster and group homes.

'Huh…you know maybe I should go look for Trouble and help her out.' A passing thought enters my mind as I walk out of the bedroom and stop in front of the booth that turns into a spare bed, the antique clock is mounted on the wall, just over top of the booth in a special mounting bracket.

The clock itself looks very similar to an Eli Terry designed shelf clock, but I'm not certain it actually is one.

The sound of the chime tells me that something inside it is off kilter, either a spring or springs are worn out, or one of the many wooden gears inside of it are out of whack…it could even be a combination of those things.

'Okay so I'm in the universe of Grimm…and I'm in Portland Oregon at a Camp Site near the City of Portland...and I'm an alchemist/enchanter, two things not even mentioned or hinted at in the series. And as far as I know the things that I can do are completely unrelated to the different brands of magic that Hexen/Zauberbeists can use.' I think as I extend my hand towards the night stand near my large queen or king-sized bed and grab my iPhone 4S in Space Grey of course, because it is the best color.

Unlocking the phone tapping on Safari, "Oh my fucking God, Fuck you 3G!" I groan as it's going on thirty seconds now and Safari still hasn't fully opened a webpage.

"Fucking Finally, Fuck!" I curse as the phone finally loads a google search page, typing in Monroe and Clock maker Clock repair, and hitting search.

And loading…still loading…and loading some more…and, "Finally, okay I might just have to get myself shot again so I can go to a world with faster Internet." I grumble out a complaint and Monroe's Custom Clocks and Clock Repair pops up with his telephone number and address listed.

"Cool, same address as in the show." I cheer softly, and click on the phone number which speedily opens my phone app and dials the number in.

Hitting the dial button the phone rings twice before it is answered, "Hello, this is Monroe's clock repair, how may I help you today?" Monroe's familiar voice comes from the speakers.

"Hi, I presume I am speaking with Monroe, of Monroe's clock repair?"

"Yes, that would be correct."

"So I have an old Eli Terry design column shelf clock. I think one of the springs might be over stretched or one of the wooden gears or sprockets are out of whack, from the way the chine sounded."

"Hmm, strange they are usually pretty sturdy clocks, what kind of environment is the clock in?"

"An RV so it gets jostled around often…"

"Hmm, I have some time, clear this afternoon, you can bring it in and I'll give it a quick inspection, do you need my address or can you get it offline?"

"I can get it online, and thank you for taking me in so soon Monroe."

"You're welcome, please feel free to stop by between two and six pm."

"Alright thanks again, I'll see you this afternoon, bye." I say and hang up releasing a sigh, the time right now is eleven thirty in the morning, walking back into my bedroom.

Opening my banking app I see that I have just under a thousand dollars, checking the savings account I see it is at the minimum required balance of five dollars.

'Neat…I'm going to need money…I-

I think that maybe I should mix up a good luck potion, and then go hit some casinos, but I won't want to win too much at any one place, so as to not make people suspicious of me." I think, and think about my ability to enchant and make potions…but another nifty power is vying for my attention.

"Alright, you can play Professor Snape later." I say to myself and test out using the "Increase" ability to add 2 centimeters to my penis length and 2 to my girth, for the last use I add 2 centimeters to my muscle density.

A sudden feeling of light headedness hits me and it lasts for a few seconds after using the ability, 'Maybe because of the new blood flow…?' I wonder and the lightheaded dizziness goes away quickly enough I find myself shrugging off my concern as if I'd never felt it.

I look down at my naked body, I am even fitter and more athletic looking, still not quite a full six pack but there's definitely a two pack of defined abs now, and a more pronounced V.

My dick sadly is a grower not a shower, so after a bit of encouragement, I find that I'm about a healthy seven and a half inches long as for girth my thumb and index finger can't touch.

'Heh, that's pretty cool.' I think while feeling rather happy and pleased with myself at the way my body looks.

'Hopefully my face is…' I start to think but find that I'm stunned into silence as I hold my phone up and hit the lock/power button to turn the screen off to see my reflection.

Why because my face is the face of a twenty something Tom Welling that looks like he's on the set of Smallville, in the reflection of the glass.

"Shit yeah!" I cheer happily at my own appearance, 'Ain't gonna have any problems seducing hot babes looking like this…' I think as I get and start searching my bedroom in the RV for clothes I don't find anything expensive or flashy, which is something my memories tell me the old me wouldn't have wasted money on anyways there are just enough clothes to get through a week.

An Infinity 1911, a couple spare magazines, a couple boxes of ammo, and two US 1918 Trench Knife with brass knuckles with a Kabar style blade, memories of breaking into a gun store and stealing these things.

'Holy Shit!' I express in my thoughts as I check the blades over for sharpness, finding them to be just that, sharp!

Taking apart the gun, checking over the parts, finding no visible serial numbers, putting it back together testing the actions, finding that everything slides the way it should and doesn't slide if it shouldn't, fitting a full magazine in and putting one in the chamber I put it back in its holster, and set it beside the bed next to the pair of knives.

Getting dressed, putting on a pair of boxer briefs, a pair of socks, basketball pants and a T-shirt, grabbing my phone off of the bed and sliding it into my pocket.

I pause just as I'm about to exit out of the sectioned off bedroom, 'Should probably put the stolen firearm into my inventory…' I think and store the gun and knives away two little square icon boxes appear in my peripheral vision, one with a little cartoonized gun image and another with cartoonized knives the gun has a little 1 icon in the bottom right corner, while the box with the knives has a little 2 icon in the bottom right corner.

'Hmm, so the inventory is stackable like in Minecraft…I wonder if I could load up say a container ship and store it in one slot with the containers on it or if the containers themselves would have to take up their own slot?' I wonder exiting the sectioned off bedroom with an attached and rather large bathroom with a full-sized toilet something pretty rare for an RV.

Checking the cupboards and fridge, finding them bare. 'Gonna have to get some food.' I think as I feel a bit peckish, a thought comes to me.

'Instead of gambling, I could make a killing doing superpowered "plastic surgeries" in my RV to make money.' I think as I shut the open cupboard doors.

Grabbing my phone from my left pocket opening the browser. 'Man 5G can't come soon enough!' I groan in annoyance as Monroe's business name pops up. I click on the directions part which makes Google maps open.

Monroe's address is pinged and maps…slowly…very slowly highlight the route from my location to that of Monroe's.

Seeing that Monroe lives about an hour away from my current location, I nod.

"Might as well get the RV ready to go and I can stop at McDonald's or something on the way there." I mutter while setting my phone down on the bench table.

Walk over to the side door entrance to the RV, slide my feet into a pair of slide on shoes next to the door in a plastic shoe tray. Before heading outside, walking around to the other side of the RV I disconnect the houses for brown water, electric and clean water.

Then proceed to remove the tire chucks and store them in an external storage compartment.

Re-entering my home on wheels, take off the shoes and put them where they go, slip into a pair of slippers. Before moving through the cabin, and into the driver's seat, now the driver's is one of those big super comfortable chairs that rotate, into the RV's living space.

Spinning into place so that I can drive I turn the key that is in the ignition, a smile coming to my face as I grab the column shifter and put the home on wheels into drive.

'World here I come!' I think as I drive out of the gates of the campground and pull out onto the road.

'Portland is really beautiful, nature wise…at least from the road.' I think but start to enter more modern civilization dominated nature entering a suburban area. I get so lost in admiring nature from the road I forget to stop and get something to eat.

"Your destination is five hundred feet ahead."

"Your destination is on the right." pushing the break petal a little too hard I come to a dead stop out in front of Monroe's house.

Looking at the time seeing that it is just about two o'clock, I grab my phone from the center console, opening the recent calls list, I click on the phone number belonging to Monroe.

The phone rings once before it is answered, "Hello, this is Monroe's clock repair, how may I help you today?" Monroe's familiar voice comes from the speakers.

"Hi Monroe, it's Mason Town, I'm here I just was calling so you didn't get weirded out by a guy in an RV out front of your house.

Monroe laughs, "I fix and make clocks, a guy in an RV is pretty tame compared to some of my customers."

"Feel free to come on in, the front door is unlocked…do you need help carrying the clock?" Monroe says while sounding amused but quickly turns slightly concerned as he asks if I need help.

"Nah, I should be able to handle it, without issue."

"Alright I'll let you go now."

"Yup, bye." I say as Monroe hangs up I walk to where the clock is mounted above the sink.

Removing the clock from it's mount a metal object falls to the ground, squatting down to look at it, I see that the object looks a lot like one of the keys that unlock the box with the stick in it, 'Why…would I have one of these?' I wonder as I lean down, touching the key and sending it into my inventory.

"Things to worry about in the future I guess." I hum as I use my telekinetic ability to open the door, while carrying the twenty pound clock.

Making my way out of my RV getting the door shut with the use of my shoulder, I walk up to Monroe's front door and as I'm about to knock the door swings open Monroe has that headband magnifying glasses thing on and a cup of coffee in his hand.

"That's a bigger one than I thought it would be, are you sure you don't need a hand?" Monroe expresses before asking.

"No, I got it but thank you for the offer, point me to your work bench though, please. And should I take my shoes off? This is your home after all."

Monroe laughs and shrugs and points down at the slippers he's wearing, "Don't worry about it, I wear these throughout the house." Monroe says and motions for me to follow him.

I set the clock down on a cleared matted area of a large table, and Monroe sits down very interested in my antique clock.

"Hmm, I can tell you right now that this clock is not an Eli Terry, it seems older and more detailed…do you think you could have had a clock maker ancestor?"

"I mean it's possible my mother told me this clock was passed down in her family to her…from her grandmother though sadly her mother passed before she could tell the kids of her generation the story behind it and Grandma's mother had long since forgotten it due to Alzheimer's."

"Hmm, I see…that's sad I bet this thing has a really interesting history…" Monroe trails off as he opens up the little windows to the guts of the clock, and freezes as he sees something he slowly turns around and stares into my eyes while lifting up the magnifying glass lenses, the way he moves his head reminds me of the way he would move when he wogged.

'Well, guess I don't have the sight.'

"Something wrong?" I ask him curiously, "Uhh-N-no, nothing, it's just this maker's mark here behind this cog…it belonged to a…family…rather notorious for… umm violent tendencies." Monroe's voice trembles slightly before he manages to compensate for it and re orientate himself.

I arch an eyebrow at him, at my look the Monroe develops a bit of an embarrassed expression, "It's nothing just strange seeing such a rare historically important piece of art and I do mean that this clock is a piece of art, everything is beautifully crafted, and the hand carved designs." I find myself smiling as Monroe rambles on, my Grandmother in my past life would have really liked him; she was into oil lamps and antique time pieces.

'The key, and now Monroe's reaction, to a maker's mark inside of the clock, do Wesen fear alchemists just as much as Grimms?' I wonder but don't put much stock in that train of thought.

"Would you be willing to sell this clock to me?" Monroe suddenly asks, 'I don't see why not to me it's just a chunk of decorative wood.' "I don't know, how much are you offering?"

"For a piece like this with so much detail, I could do three thousand for it, or I could put you into contact with a buyer/collector who would probably buy it from you for six thousand." Monroe offers, 'Seems kinda low for a historical piece of art…'

"I think I'll hold onto it for now given that you can fix it, but if I ever decide to sell it you'll be my first call." I offer and Monroe looks reluctantly for a moment before smiling, "It's already fixed, when I was in there all it took was putting a spring hook back fully in place, you must have overwound the springs at some point no big deal happens all the time with old wind up clocks." Monroe starts talking and you can see he really does love clocks and if it wasn't enough proof the forty or so he has spread around his house drive if home.

"Really, that's all it took?" I ask him and he nods while smiling, "Yup it's amazing how little most old clocks actually need, want to have a brew or something I was thinking about making some veggie burgers?"

"I guess that goes for most things made before the seventies…they were built to last…and Uh, yeah I could eat…as long as it's not an inconvenience?"

"Right, and no it's not an inconvenience at all…if it was I wouldn't have offered, plus it's nice having some company. Besides my collection of clocks that is, and you haven't looked at me like I'm a nut job yet so I figure you're a decent guy…and your stomach has been rumbling the whole time you've been here." Monroe says and honestly I think the guy just wants to try and make me more perceptible to him buying the antique clock but I chuckle and nod and follow the man into his kitchen he reaches into the fridge and pulls out a beer with a blue moon label and hands it to me and I sit down at his kitchen table.

As Monroe puts the veggie burgers in the pan he turns towards me, "So what do you do Mason?" Monroe asks out of genuine curiosity.

I chuckle a bit, "Not much really… besides traveling the country in my RV, I find work whenever I need money, I do some amateur photography and below mediocre fanfiction writing to keep myself flush, when I struggle to find under the table work…but for the most part being orphaned I live an unencumbered lifestyle filled with travel." I admit and Monroe doesn't judge or at least he doesn't look like he's judging me.

"Do you ever get tired of it, do you ever wish you just stayed in one place and set down roots?" Monroe's question seems genuine enough.

"So far no, but the more time I spend in or around Portland the more I feel like I wouldn't mind staying awhile longer as it was I had meant to move on a week ago but the nature, the fresh air here has kept me entranced." I say and Monroe smiles genuinely before chucking, "Yeah, Portland can seem magical even for someone who grew up here, do you spend a lot of time out in the woods?"

"Quite a bit they always make me feel at peace but also alert at the same time…maybe that's weird."

"No…I get what you're saying, and I don't think that it's weird."

'Of course you don't, you're a Blutbad.' I think but find myself relaxing around the genuine cool dude Monroe is, 'Maybe I won't try to steal Rosalie out from under your nose.'

Monroe and I continued to talk about inconsequential things over lunch, and when it started to get dark outside I brought the night to a close with a farewell and a promise to get in touch to hang out again soon.

Returning to the RV grounds, rehooking up my RV to the water and waste water system and electrical power, offered by the grounds. I lock up, strip out of my clothes and head to bed.

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Waking up with a groan I immediately feel like I need a shower, I roll out of bed and

head into the bathroom and enter the shower.

The water isn't quite hot enough for me but it's enough to feel clean when mixed with the soap.

It's a quick shower and then I'm out, towel wrapped around my waist. I walk over to where my phone is in my pants on the floor picking them up. I pick them up and slide them on underwear from yesterday as well before sitting down on the edge of the bed, phone in my hand.

'Right, Monroe and I spent so much time just hanging out chilling. I forgot to ask him how much I owe him, for taking a look at that clock…I really should just sell it to him but if it has ties to the Grimm's it could be putting him in even more danger than his future association with Nick will.' I think and try to decide how to further my budding friendship with Monroe.

'Maybe…we could go to that strip club where that hot Daemonfeuer works…' I think and open up my contacts and click on Monroe's contact and hit the call button.

"Hello this is-" Monroe starts to say his spiel for his business but I cut him off.

"Hey Monroe it's Mason."

"Oh, hey man what's up?" Monroe sounds surprised but also happy to get my call.

"Umm…well I just realized we started hanging out drinking beers and shooting the shit that I never asked you how much for fixing the clock." I offer up a lame excuse.

"I mean I know we hit it off really well and we only just met but I feel like you're a good friend and don't want to take advantage of your kindness." I continue feeling a little uncomfortable here saying all this mushy stuff.

"No…I feel the same way, you don't owe me anything for the clock...but if you want you could stop over with some beers and burgers or something and we can hang out if you'd like. Today's kind of a slow day for me." Monroe says and he's definitely a loyal friend and a great bro, it almost makes me regret thinking about stealing Rosalie from him…almost.

"Uhh…yeah sure that sounds cool…" I offer an answer.

"Sounds good…should I have a few cold brews ready or coffee?" Monroe asks.

"Irish Coffee…very very strong Irish Coffee." I say back without even a thought as I could really use a cup of coffee.

Monroe laughs, "Alright man, I'll let you go and start a fresh pot." Monroe says with a laugh in his voice.

"Alright see you in a bit." I say and Monroe hangs up.

Storing my phone in my inventory, I proceed to stand up and get dressed in the clothes from yesterday, leaving my phone in the bedroom. I walk out to the living area, walk over to the door, slip my feet into a pair of shoes, unlock my door, walk outside, unhook the hook ups and store the hoses.

'I need to get a vehicle for cruising around…or buy a real house at some point.' I think, as unhooking and re-hooking these hoses is a bit of an annoyance especially if I'm going to be traveling a lot around Portland.

Back inside, locking the door behind me, switching over to a pair of slippers, I enter the driver's seat and begin my short journey to Monroe's.

'They should have something that suits Monroe's diet.' I think and stop at one of those organic food markets, I head inside grab a twenty four pack of an assortment of craft beers, and some premade veggie burgers.

Walking past a little wrack that has some mood rings on my way up to the cashier's, I grab a few of the rings, take a few minutes to test them out on my fingers and find a few that fit properly, 'Should be able to enchant these…' I think while concentrating on one ring in particular, willing it to give me the ability to see that which wishes to remain unseen.

The Ring grows hot in my hand and then cools off immediately and I can feel that the enchantment has taken root, but it's weak and won't last long because of the type of metal and artificial stone.

'Okay, naturally occuring things hold enchantments better...like I know that but actually seeing/feeling an example of that helps.' I think as I reach the cashier she's rather cute dark hair, button nose, pretty dark eyes almost black she smiles at me as I show her the mood rings and slip one on.

I flinch and step backwards a step in surprise why because the cute cashier girl is revealed to be a Mauzhertz, "I-is something wrong, Sir?"

"Uhh, no I just...stunned by how pretty you are." I collect myself and try to save my pride as a man and flirt with the cashier, she smiles at me and looks a little embarrassed, but not uncomfortable as she laughs.

"Do you do that often? Has it ever worked?" She asks me and I can tell that she's teasing me and not saying it in a mean or hurtful way.

"I don't know is it working?" I joke back making her laugh again she's all smiles now as she rings me up and gives me my total.

Swiping my card which I grabbed out from the little center console underneath the radio through the card reader, the cashier, who's name tag says is Sydney writes her phone number on the back of it before handing it to me.

"Yes it did work...give me a call sometime." She says to me with a shy smile.

"I definitely will." I say as I take my purchases and leave the store, 'Whoa...Nick has to see people like this all the time...fuck.' I think as I enter the safety of my RV one in every three people in the parking lot were Wesen.

Locking the door behind me before walking over to the fridge, I store my purchases minus the rings inside of it before walking up and sliding into the driver's seat.

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Monroe pulls his door open as I pull up out front, putting my shifter in park I get out of the driver's seat and leave my RV and walk inside a warm mug is thrust into my hand, I immediately bring it to my lips and start drinking, 'Monroe is a heavy pourer…good.' I think as I drink my whiskey enriched coffee, Monroe is waiting patiently for me to get a few hearty sips in.

Swallowing my final big sip I raise my index finger, "Let me finish before saying anything and please don't call me crazy I know what I saw…please don't treat me like I'm some super evil murder hobo, please." I say to him and Monroe looks really concerned now but leads me to his kitchen.

"Okay so…I'm what you would call an Alchemist and an Enchanter I can make magical potions and make things have magical effects and some other cool things…I enchanted a ring earlier and saw that you're a werewolf looking guy…I think my mom called your kind Blütbads." I say and Monroe starts looking at me in a way that tells me he is a little weirded out but also giving me the benefit of the doubt.

"So…" Monroe says as he looks at me in consideration before sighing and putting his coffee mug down on the table.

"Mason, you're an alchemist and an enchanter…listen to me because this is some serious shit, you can't tell anyone else about…what you are…people will either think you are crazy, kill you or try and make you their slave." Monroe doesn't sugar coat things he gives it to me straight.

"Kill me, enslave me, what the fuck?!" I express in a way that sounds like I'm asking him for clarification, and Monroe nods, "What you are…what you can do well let's just say people like me don't like the idea of you being able to enchant a ring that can allow you and normal people to see us." Monroe says to me in a calm but also reassuring manner.

"How are you so cool about this?" I ask Monroe, annoyed I mean come on the guy just told me people would either kill me or turn me into their slave for what I can do.

Monroe looks a bit pensive while considering something, "I guess it's because I got to know you yesterday and you're a cool guy who I get along with…' Monroe says and I flip him the bird, Monroe looks a little hurt but also understanding at the same time.

"Sorry…that's a lot to take in, I guess I have an idea of why my mom disappeared when I was a kid now." I apologize and mutter, it was Monroe's turn to look surprised and apologetic.

"Sorry to hear that man…I know some people who grew up in the system wouldn't wish that on anybody." Monroe offers his apology and I crack a smile.

"It's not too bad unless you get stuck with abusive foster parents, group homes themselves range from okay overcrowded places to work prisons for the young." I joke but it is pretty close to the truth, someone is always going to abuse the systems meant to make people's quality of life better.