Disclaimer: I do not own Grimm! If I did, Nick would have been a woman and Juliette would not exist! Enjoy the chapter!

She will always regret not paying any attention that fateful day when she was unloading her groceries.

In her defense, there was a leak in her vinegar jar, and she had to rush upstairs to salvage it! Plus it was over a hundred degrees outside! Her tank top was soaked in sweat and so were her shorts. She regretted waiting until the afternoon, the hotter part of the day, to do her shopping. If she hadn't of been so lazy as to sleep in when she should have went shopping like her grandmother told her to, she would of never been stuck for three hours in a crowded grocery store with an A/C that just blew out behind a pimp who kept telling her if she just used what she got to get where she wants she could make some real dough.

If she was paying attention that fateful day, she would have noticed the shiny new red car in the parking lot. She would have seen men carrying loads of boxes up and down the building. She would have heard the sound of idle chatter coming from her apartment.

But she wasn't paying attention.

She quickly rushed into the building and ran up the stairs. She didn't want to waste time waiting for the elevator that was probably broken down again. Plus she got a great workout with the stairs, even though she only lived on the fourth floor. As soon as she got out of the stairwell and into her hallway she noticed something strange.

It was empty.

That was strange. Usually the man in 406, who desperately needed to take a shower, would be catcalling her and telling her he's still waiting for her or the bore in 409 would talk to her about some topic she could care less about but would feign interest as to not hurt his feelings. Even the old lecher in 401 who constantly asked her to 'Come inside and see him.' wasn't there and she always bumped into him!

But seeing as she was in a rush, the heat had her hair dripping sweat, and the vinegar smell was damaging her sensitive nose, she just rushed down the hall and into her apartment without any questions asked. Once she was inside she felt the cool blast of the A/C. She signed in relief and walked into the kitchen area. She put her grocery bags on the counter and grabbed a jar from the cabinet. She took out the vinegar and quickly poured it into the empty jar. Satisfied, she screwed the cap onto the jar and put it away. After that, she put the rest of the groceries away. Thank goodness the vinegar was separately packed and the rest of her food was fine! As she was unpacking she could hear her grandmother excitedly talking to someone in the living room.

Wondering who it could be since her grandmother rarely had company over on weekdays, she decided to make her presence known. Mostly to save the poor soul who was probably being talked to death by her grandmother. She quickly rinsed her hair out in the sink and patted herself down with wet towels. She didn't want to be dripping sweat when she met her visitor. That was not a very good first impression. Once she arrived in the living room, she stopped midway in terror.

A Lausenschlange was sitting by her grandmother.

"Martha, darling dear." Her grandmother acknowledged, sipping tea from her cup. "This is Mason. Mason Snyder. He just moved upstairs. Mason this is my granddaughter Martha."

"Pleasure to meet you." The Lausenschlange smoothly voiced, putting down his cup, standing up and walking over to Martha. She stood in fright. She didn't know whether to run (But what about her grandmother!?) or stay (He'll devour them both!). She thought about fighting but then she remembered she foolishly left her gun in her drawer inside her room and forgot to take it with her!

'How come I didn't smell him-OH DAMN! The vinegar!' She furiously realized, angered by the predicament she found herself in. It was these days that she really hated the fact that her grandmother was human and didn't know what a Lausensclange was. If she was a Mauzhertz like her she would have never opened the door to that snake! She would have cowered underneath her covers like a normal Mauzhertz and prayed he would go away! Damn it, no wonder no one was out to greet her when she was in the hall. They were afraid of the Lausensclange! But damn, they could of at least warned her!

Martha watched as the Lausensclange stopped right in front of her, towering over her by at least half a foot, and quickly grabbed her hand.

Her heart stopped.

But instead of eating it, like she expected him to, he placed a soft kiss on it.

"What a perfect gentleman!" Her grandmother remarked.

But Martha didn't think he was a gentleman. She didn't think he was anything other than what he was-a Lausensclange. A killer. When he made eye contact with her, Martha felt her whole world stop. She was beyond terrified. She'd never dealt with a situation like this before, she's lived in a Mauzherz community for the majority of her life. She just moved out six months ago with her grandmother because she wanted to be free bird and not be trapped forever in a community of frightened Mauzherz. They had warned her just before she left, saying things like Mauzherz were at the bottom of the food chain and a pretty girl like her would never survive would all the predators lurking around the city. She had shook them off, saying if anybody messed with her she would put a bullet in their brain. After all, this was the 21st century!

But right now, staring into the eyes of a real live killer, she wished she hadn't been so stubborn and had heeded their warnings. The power he radiated was incredible and she felt even if she had carried and brought out her gun right now, he would quickly disarm her before she even knew what was happening! She was so scared right now she doubted if she could even gather enough courage to actually try to fight back.

'Just be calm.' She told herself, trying to stop her hands from shaking. 'Be calm and you'll think of a solution.'

But that was easier said than done. The Lausensclange never let go of her hand, and she was too frightened to try to pull away. He used his other hand to run his fingers through her wet hair, sniffing it out. Martha couldn't move a muscle.

"Oh aren't you a pretty one. Just adorable." The Lausensclange commented, twirling a stand of her wet chocolate brown hair while Martha watched on completely horrified. "I could just eat you up."

It was just too much for Martha. The last thing she remembers is hearing her grandmother's worried shouts and a pair of arms grab her before it all went black.

Author's Note: So did you like it? Hate it? Leave a review to let me know if I should continue or not! But remember, constructive criticism only! Flames will have marshmallows roasted over them! This is my very first Grimm fic and I think it's the first fem! Marty in the whole site. It's too bad. I wish more people would write fem!Marty or Mason. Anyway, see ya!