Just a Little Pixie Dust

The sound of footfall was all that could be heard echoing through the streets. Isabelle had been on the other side of town scouting for this damn cat shifter, her name was once Puss but now she went by Kitty, trying to make herself more acceptable to humans I was sure. Kitty was a thief, constantly on the run and constantly ripping someone off. The only downside about her was the fact that she knew how to fight and she’d fight dirty. I was left chasing her down the roads, ignoring the annoying splash from puddles as we both hit them. I wasn’t as fast on my feet as she was but I did try. Growling under my breath from the frustration of it all I stopped going in the same direction and took a shortcut to cut her off on the other side.  Slamming a foot into the brick wall beside me, I threw myself high enough into the air to grab hold of the top of the chain-link fencing that was blocking my way, putting my weight onto my arms as I propelled myself up into the air over the fence. I instantly cursed as I heard a loud rip, I had worn my favorite jacket tonight. As soon as my feet hit the ground I sped forward as fast as I could, I could hear her footsteps coming towards me out of the shadows, I threw myself at her. “f**k!” The word barely left her lips as we hit the ground, my shoulder throbbing from how hard I’d launched myself at Kitty. Ignoring the pain I got to my knees drawing my gun and pointing it at   her, making sure my aim was right between her eyes. “We can do this the hard way or the easy way.” I grunted Her foot flung out knocking my gun from my hand; the silver of her heel glinted and I instantly had my hand in my mouth from the blood dripping off of it. Hard way it was. Kitty’s green eyes were all I could see as she started to back up, her ginger hair was concealed by the darkness as was her pasty pale skin. “I’m not coming with some stupid little blonde b***h like you or her.” She spat “What do you have against her, really?” I rolled my eyes “Is it Adam?” “I’m not fond of dogs.” It was all she got out before she lunged herself at me. I cursed and grabbed her by the arms, then kneeing her in the stomach before throwing her off to the side. She caught herself quickly with her hand to stomach before she ran at me and aimed her fist at my face. I was too busy blocking her punch to notice the kick until all I felt was the agonizing pain of her heel sinking into my abdomen. “Oh, you stupid bitch.” I growled slamming my fist into her face and feeling a spark of satisfaction when my fist hit its mark. “First my leather jacket now you messed up my new shirt!” “Oh get over it, priss.” See that was what I hated about Kitty, she always knew which buttons to push and when to push them. Rage filled my veins and I couldn’t help what happened next. When her leg swung out to hit me I turned to the side, grabbing her leg and pulling on it hard to pull her off her feet. Once she was down I pressed my black heeled foot down into her throat and held her down. "You know what the worst thing about all this is? You ruined my date.” I bore daggers into her and raised my leg high enough to send a blow into the side of her head that was hard enough I could see a rather large gash on her hairline. Luckily for me, she wasn’t human and that wouldn’t be killing her any time soon. Letting out a sigh I grabbed the handcuffs and put them on her wrists, picking up my radio and pressing down the button. As soon as it was down I spoke into it. “Izzy? I got her... Though uh… Bossman may not be too happy.” “What’d you do this time?” “Heh. I just made sure she wouldn’t struggle too much for us when we took her in.” I glared at the limp body of Kitty in front of me. “You knocked her out didn’t you?” “Yes, I did,” I replied and let my finger slide off the button before pushing it down again. “Head to the car I’ll have her there in a moment.” *** Things weren’t always like this. I wasn’t a cop, neither was Isabelle… Our names weren’t Sarabelle or Isabelle for that matter originally. That was the thing about this town, Magnolia, Louisiana. The occupants were 99.9%, fairytale creatures. Each and every one of us used Glamour to change our appearances when we came here so we looked human but why did we come here? It was for a new start. Jacob Grimm moved us here from a small town in Germany where for years we were kept secret until Ichabod managed to say something to others about us. We had to find a new home to protect those we loved and we did. When we came here though we also realized that Jacob wouldn’t be able to handle everyone and keep us all in check and we started our police station here. The things some of us did to survive were too much at times, like Kitty here. As soon as she came here she picked up her habit of stealing once more and we’d been on her ass since. Though, none of us were human… and none of us were normal by a long shot. Jacob and his brother once wrote stories about many of us, and others wrote the stories of the various others here.  We were fairy tale creatures, things that, according to many people, only existed in books. If only we were so lucky though. My real name though? Let’s just say my nickname happened to be…. “Tink, help me get her out before Jacob sees!” Izzy frowned standing at the back of the car trying to haul out Kitty. “Coming, coming!” I pulled myself out of the car running to the same side to help pull her out. Once we both got the final tug in and dragged her out of the car door I slammed it shut with my foot and helped to support some of her limp weight to carry her back to the station. “Think that’s going to heal soon”? I stared at the gaping hole at the top of Kitty’s head frowning when I saw white peeking out from the top. “No, not at all.” “Great.” Izzy didn’t sound happy with me but I didn’t blame her. I knew I was a pain in the ass but it was too hard to be anything but that. Besides, it was too fun to be a pain. Once we were inside I opened one of the cells and helped lay Kitty down on a bed and slammed the door shut once Izzy passed by. She was going to be pissed when she healed from that gash and woke up later, but I still caught her little ass. She wasn’t getting away this time. Sitting down at my desk I pulled out a few files and started working on the day’s paperwork scratching my head with the pen. I hated paperwork; it was too time-consuming and too boring though it beat the latter, dealing with Jacob. “Shit.” I said aloud looking at the clock. “Jacob’s probably gonna show up soon.” “I know.” Izzy said and started working on her own paperwork. I didn’t want to deal with that conversation but it was going to happen one way or another even I knew it. Jacob was a nice guy, he wouldn’t lie but, he didn’t take s**t from anyone and he really didn’t appreciate his top workers messing up on the job. I always seemed to anyways and I always seemed to shrug off his lectures without care. *** An hour went by before I heard the creaking of the door opening, instantly feeling a cold chill run down my spine, Kitty was still out cold and I hadn’t cleaned up at all. Daring to steal a look down at my shirt the white blouse was ruined; there was a gaping hole in the front and flesh that was slowly knitting together. I really did like that shirt too. Jacob walked in slowly, standing at a towering six foot four with a full head of dark hair and had the most multi-colored eyes I’d ever seen. He was covered in dirt and had a few days worth of stubble coming in on his face. He was stressed which made me almost feel bad about hurting Kitty like I had but, oh well.  “Did you get her?” The first words out of his mouth, figured. “Yes, she’s in the cell in the back.” He strode past me without taking me in, it wasn’t until he was at the cell for a few minutes did I feel the dread starting to actually set in slowly. I started counting the seconds that ticked by before he actually spoke; I got to forty before he even made a sound. “Sarabelle, what did you do”? I cringed and turned to look at him. “She assaulted an officer. I was getting even. I slammed my heel into her head for destroying my shirt, my skin, my leather jacket, and my date”! “So you broke her skull open”? He shook his head. “I’m too tired to even bother with this tonight just don’t make it any more of a habit than it already is Sarabelle, ok”? “Yeah, fine.” I groaned and leaned back in my chair. “Listen, I need you two to actually watch the station for a few hours, alright”? He looked back and forth between the two of us. “I’ll be reachable by cell phone, but I have to go do this job tonight. I got a new lead on where the hell Snow’s stepmother got off to this time after her last attempt on her life.” “Alright.” Izzy smiled. “Call me if it’s life or death, got it”? He grinned and flicked me on the head. “Behave, I don’t want the town in an uproar over the people running the station.” “Aye aye, captain,” I grunted, turning and going back to my paperwork. He grabbed a few papers and then his coat heading back out. “Good luck.” It was the last thing he whispered before he started back out of the doors and we both got back to work on our work for tonight. *** “Looks like someone smashed into the house of old man Rumpy,” I lifted my head as Izzy spoke blinking a little, “I’m going to go check it out. You okay here, with her?” “Yeah I’ll be fine, don’t worry.” I offered her a small smile and pointed up at the clock “Hansel and Gretel should be here soon plus I think Cindy is in the back still.” Tucking a piece of her light brown hair behind an ear she offered me a smile and nodded her head once. “I’ll call if I need anything.” With that she turned and headed for the door, opening it quickly and stepping out of it. I sighed and glanced back at the cell where Kitty was still out cold. Rolling my eyes I started going through a small pile of paperwork, reading each thing over quickly and sorting it. Jacob would probably kill me if I didn’t get this done for once. I almost hated Izzy for her ability to read through it all like it was nothing and just be done in a matter of seconds. That was just her though, for she was a reader and always would be. Something that I could really never understand how anyone was able to actually get into it. Truthfully, the most I ever read was how people decided I was to be portrayed nowadays. The cute little fairy with a fierce personality, I was far from cute, little truthful, and fierce was putting it nicely. Not to mention the blurred lines of my family, Hook, and Wendy… John, Michael and my little nephew Peter. Wendy was my sister, she was the one mom and dad wanted and I was the second born… the one who wasn’t quite how they’d wanted their precious daughter to be. Thankfully Wendy was always there for me as were my little brothers. When Peter was born I had a whole new strong sense of protectiveness to me especially considering the world he was born into. I didn’t want a damn thing to happen to him and being that unlike my other siblings I wasn’t exactly human, well… I made use of it. My curse was an odd one, my mother had angered a witch upon asking for help in having sons. The trade was that the next child she bore would be a daughter, then sons from there on out. When my mother became infuriated, she cursed her. She said all her fears would become me, and well, she was right. Mother never understood me, if anything she tried to hide from me and keep me from the others. I was the only child born in our family with pale blonde hair and what most men growing up were calling a perfect body on me. I was never innocent, in fact, I was more like John and Michael growing up. I had no manners, and when my magic came into the picture all bets were off really. I was different. I had a gift for controlling plants, when I was younger I was able to make my siblings float and sometimes I could with Peter as well. Honestly, I never knew what magic I had, I just knew it was there, once I was told by Angelica that I was no better than her really I just had to learn to control it. That was also when Jacob realized I really had issues controlling my anger sometimes because I punched Angelica hard enough she was seeing stars and managed to hit her with my pistol afterward. Pulling myself from my thoughts I started getting back to work on the papers as quickly as I could. I wanted it done before Hansel and Gretel were here at least, they didn’t like paperwork and I couldn’t blame them. Izzy and I are on the clock now so we needed to get it done anyways. Since she was out, I was going to do what I could.