TW: Talks about domestic abuse, violence, blood, and death. 

Grimm made a promise to Mrs. Amelia, that her vengeance would be fulfilled before he would take her to the afterlife. She wanted to leave this world with the last laugh and rightfully deserved it.

Mrs. Amelia spoke faintly, "He told me I was diamond, the toughest stone that does not crack under pressure except I was not stone. I was a human being who scarred easily and could not stand against the beatings of her husband. I hid and hid and hid for twenty years, wearing jewels that took the spotlight from the truth and paraded myself in front of hundreds of people. It's so easy for people to be smitten by beautiful jewels just as it was easy for them to look the other way." Anger rose in her, "But it isn't fair. I kept my mouth shut for years and I let that man take everything I have while taking every hit until my last dying breath and he still gets to live. Comfortably. Unbothered. Unpunished."

It was assumed by others Amelia Pensford's death was an accident, she tripped and fell down the stairs. No one questioned the bruises around her body because Mrs. Amelia was known to be clumsy. Always falling, always getting hurt.

"What do you want me to do?" I said.

Coldness weighted down on my right hand.

"Break him. Break him into thousands of pieces. Break him until there is nothing left of him."

Mrs. Amelia continued explaining what she wanted me to do and say. My body, my ears, and my hands worked together moving around the jeweled room listening to every word of Mrs. Amelia. I knew I had to bring out a side of myself that I didn't like but this was for Mrs. Amelia. She wanted her retribution to succeed and it will because she deserves peace after everything she went through.

My eyes roamed the room until they landed on a small bejeweled knife that seemed to be used as a letter opener. My hands quickly picked it up, just a precaution I try to convince myself. I hid it behind my back as I opened the door and as I closed it, I saw Grimm and Mr. Pensford walking down the hall.

Perfect timing.

My heart was pounding violently and it was not because I was afraid or nervous. This was the stabbing feeling of excitement puncturing itself around my body getting ready for the expected game I was about to play. I want to say it's the voices creating this feeling but they only rule my mind, not my heart. This...was all me and I hate myself for feeling this way.

I pushed my shoulders back and straightened my posture as I took slow steps toward them. 

Grimm stood behind Mr. Pensford meeting my gaze, reflecting mischief and a faint smirk. He was aware of Mrs. Amelia's plan but it seemed as though he had other ideas for Mr. Pensford. It made me wonder if we were thinking of the same thing and if we were, then Grimm knew much more about me than I liked.

"Did you find anything to your liking?" Mr. Pensford asked.

I blinked away from Grimm's gaze but still caught his tall figure moving away from Mr. Pensford, walking towards me. Time to ruin a man. With my free hand, I reached into the pocket of my blazer dress pulling out an oval-shaped diamond. Mr. Pensford's eyes widened while the diamond rocked back and forth on the palm of my hand.

I began, "I just had a lovely conversation with your dead wife. She told me about this jewel of yours, how big and stunning it was and well, she was right."

Mr. Pensford takes cautious steps as if I was holding his most valuable stone, oh right, I was.

"It's not for sale and it seems you have lost your mind. My wife is dead, buried six feet underground. I don't know what you people want but I suggest you give me back the diamond before I call the police." He said impatiently.

I slightly lowered my chin, irritation pricked all over my skin. He looked between Grimm and me as realization dawned on him that we were not returning the diamond. Wasting no time, Mr. Pensford charged for the diamond as my hand behind me flinched ready to use the bejeweled knife, only I had nothing to worry about because the moment his arm came up Grimm grabbed it and twisted it to his back bringing Mr. Pensford to his knees.

Grimm grasped his neck from behind, forcing him to look up at the ceiling "You shouldn't speak so lightly of the dead, Charles, they could be listening." He said.

A fluttering sensation swam in my stomach. Did he just protect me? I clutched the hilt of the knife tighter, letting the wispy feeling pass while I kept my stance and deadpan look to Mr. Pensford, watching him squirm in Grimm's hold.

"Who are you, people!" He choked out.

Grimm released him from his grip as he coughed violently. He began to circle him, the light that peaked through the windows slowly dissipated leaving only the lightbulbs untouched.

"We are here on behalf of Amelia Pensford and we came to finish what she started," Grimm announced.

I took a step forward lowering my gaze to Mr. Pensford, the corners of his eyes creased but his fear was starting to kick in.

"As I said I had a lovely conversation with Mrs. Amelia and she told me all about this diamond of yours, where to find it, and how much it means to you."

His eyes locked on the diamond.

"It's pretty except," I said coldly, "it's worth nothing."

I fully tipped the diamond out of my palm as it slammed against the marble floor, the crushing noise resounded throughout the house while Mr. Pensford watched his precious diamond become fragmented splinters. Sharp and thin.

Oops.

His mouth parted as he crawled over trying to pick up the pieces, I pushed forward with my heels grinding and disintegrating the diamond further. Shock and embarrassment crossed all over Mr. Pensford's face with trembling hands that shook with rage.

"It's not the real diamond you had in the safe." Real diamonds can sustain a fall without destroying themselves. But I added, "Because the real one is buried with your wife. Six feet underground."

And once again, Mr. Pensford tried to attack me. And once again, Grimm reached him before he could touch me.

Grimm gripped his neck, pressuring it harder, making it harder for him to breathe. "Your wife, Amelia, replaced your diamond with a fake and turned the real one into a necklace that you decided to bury her with." He seethed. "One last final jewel to wear for the beautiful Amelia Pensford. One last performance. One last mockery you made of her before sending her to the grave."

Tears were falling on Mr. Pensford's cheeks but I couldn't be sure if they were because Grimm was choking him or he felt remorse, either way, it was all pathetic. Grimm shoved him down to the ground as Mr. Pensford crawled backward, moving away from us.

He cried out "I didn't mean to kill her! I-I-I-"

He didn't know what to say. He has run out of lies. I began to walk toward Mr. Pensford as he continued to crawl back down the hall. Grimm followed.

"But you always wanted to, didn't you? That's why you beat her every day. To prove that you can kill her and it would be seen as an accident." I said.

Mr. Pensford shook his head in denial.

My eyes wander to the walls hearing the cracks again just as when I walked inside for the first time. "You can still feel her here, can't you? You can still hear her."

Another step.

"Every night, she is by your side playing the obedient wife caressing that neck of yours." I stretch my hand out mimicking a grasp as if I was going to choke him and instinctively, Mr. Pensford touches his neck.

For a brief moment, I almost believe I can.

Shadows unfold themselves on the walls, closing around Mr. Pensford as his eyes move back and forth trying to comprehend what's happening and panic settles. Nowhere to escape this is where you want him, afraid.

"And every night she whispers the same words over and over again, do you know them?" I bend my knees coming to halt when I see a liquid stain running down his pants. It was a little too early for him to do that but his rounded eyes were focused on the man behind me. I turn to see Grimm's face covered by the blackened vines and darkness flowing out behind him.

Using it to my advantage, I press again "Come on, Mr. Pensford. You know the words. Say them. She tells them to you every night."

He wobbly tries to stand and as I come up, I feel the hairs on my arms stand. Mrs. Amelia is here.

Her bitterness is loud and clear. "You should be smiling when you're dying."

Mr. Pensford's face pales and turns his body so fast the darkness opens around him, that he almost trips on the edge of the stairs. These were the same twelve-step stairs Mrs. Amelia accidentally fell from and he was shaking in front of them.

Grimm and I take a step together to stand on both ends of Mr. Pensford. He was in torment being mocked by his own words because he knew what was coming next.

"Smile for me."

His head whips to me, "No please I-"

Death places a hand on his shoulder, and the blackened vines invade his face. He has been marked.

"I'm afraid it's too late for that but no worries," Grimm unravels a grin, "in Hell, you shall repent for your sins."

I drop the letter opener and place my hand on his other shoulder. 

And on rhythm, Grimm and I shove Mr. Pensford down the stairs. We watch from above Mr. Pensford rolling down the stairs breaking his skull and bones until he reaches the bottom of the stairs and soon enough, a puddle of blood stains the pristine white floor.

"I hope you find peace now," I said to Mrs. Amelia.

She answers as if she was next to me, "I will."

*****

I leaned against one of the pillars outside waiting for Grimm as he takes care of the souls of Mrs. Amelia and Mr. Pensford. One to Peace. One to Hell. I dumbly look down at my heels as if I didn't commit murder a couple of minutes ago and I wait for the guilt to come but there is nothing. 

Bad people die. Horrible people deserve to die and I know it's my place to decide on who gets to live and not but I couldn't resist this pull of wanting to end him.

I never claimed to be innocent but I hated that I felt this way. I can't help the temptation of wanting to do bad things because sometimes you've had enough of being the one getting hurt.

The rumbles of a car coming perk my ears as I look up to see the same black-sleek car that we had arrived in, Hans parks the car in front of the entrance and immediately gets out and as he does, Grimm is coming out of the door.

He tilts his chin to Hans, "He is waiting for you."

Hans' ocean eyes shift to a reddish glow, my eyes follow him as he walks inside meanwhile Grimm walks over to me wearing his malicious smirk.

"I never thought someone could look so pretty while being cruel." He teases.

Grimm has a funny way of complimenting someone and yet, I felt a fluttering feeling in the pit of my stomach again.

I crossed my arms ignoring his comment "You know, there was no point in us pretending to be lovers. You only said that to annoy me, didn't you?"

I tried to keep my gaze on him but the sunlight bothers my eyes until he raises his hand, hovering over the right side of my face. He blocked the sun. He blocked the sun with no shadows or darkness. He used his hand, only his hand.

"Don't lovers commit murder together?" Grimm murmured.

My heart was pounding loudly and any second now it might burst. I bite the inside my cheek to stop myself from smiling because I shouldn't like the way lovers, murder, and together sound.

He comes closer, "We are the Capturer and Crier of Souls. Whether you like it or not, you have to admit we make a good team, raven."

I think we do too. We thought of the same thing, after all, Mr. Pensford needed to die and we stood together in front of him, it felt as if our hearts were beating the same rhythm. But if I believed that I would have to say that Grimm does have a heart.

Maybe he does. He helped a soul deliver her and gave her peace. It's not every day you get vengeance and peace. You always seem to lose one.

I look away from Grimm's trance and listen to his twisted heart untangle itself. 

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