Rosalee

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5. Rosalee
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Monroe was leaning against the counter of the Spice-Shop, watching the other Wesen cooking something in a big pot, throwing this and that in the bubbling liquid on occasion, and humming sometimes to herself while working.
Occasionally she would look into a book, grab another ingredient, and add it to her mix.

Visiting Rosalee usually calmed his nerves down, if Nick and some Wesen-related trouble wasn't the reason for said visit.
Then meeting the fox-girl put him on edge...
But otherwise she was something of an older sister, a sympathetic ear if he needed to rant about something, while at the same time able and willing to hit him over the head when he was stubborn or stupid.

"What are you mixing there?" he asked curiously as he peered down into the green soup. It smelled a bit like a disgusting herb tea, and from what he had seen, there were only different kinds of plants in there, no weird stuff like blood or bones or someone's eyes.
He wouldn't put it past the woman if this really was just some kind of really complicated tea.
Even if it was a lot of tea; who could drink all that?

The mixture made a weird gurgling noise and bubbles came up, bursting with a loud plop.
Monroe drew his head back, least that stuff hit his face, and god knows what shit would happen to him then.
Maybe his skin would peel off, or turn blue.

The Fuchsbau just smiled at him, but there were fangs lurking under that smile.
'No wonder she gets along with Juliette so well. They are the same, all smiles and cute and harmless on the outside, but if you get on their bad side, there are fangs waiting for you, sharp fangs...'

There was a sharp smell coming from the bubbles that made his eyes sting, and Monroe took another step back.
"Really, Rosalee, what are you cooking there? It smells like herbs, but the bubbles stink like nothing else."

Rosalee looked up from the thick, dusty book she had open on the counter, and smiled at him again.
"You shouldn't go near that." she warned him casually. "This is poison, you see." she explained calmly as if telling him that it was tea.
"What? Do you plan to kill someone? Because you shouldn't kill someone with poison."
Did his laughter sound forced?
Yes, but if one of your friends tells you they are cooking poison in the backroom of their shop, I think it is okay to be nervous, right?
Right.

Especially if that friend just stares right in your eyes without any sign that it was just a joke, and that there is really just a lot of tea in that cauldron.
"This is a special recipe; it is harmless, really."
"You said it is poison." Monroe pointed out, not sure what to believe.
"Well, you are right. I better say, it is harmless for everyone who isn't a Blutbad."
"And then it is lethal." the Blutbad said with a raised eyebrow.
"And then it is lethal." she agreed with a nod, filling the result of her work into two big bottles.
"If I were to slip this stuff into your food, for example, the autopsy would say that you had an allergic shock after eating something you are allergic to.
Very tragic, but a lot of people have allergies that they don't know about; that they only find out about when they eat something new or exotic.
No one would think twice about it, especially if someone else, who may or not may be a cop, eats the same thing and feels fine..."

Monroe swallowed hard; with all the threats he had gotten in the last few weeks, he had a feeling where this was going. For a short, fleeting moment he even felt bad for Nick's past lovers, because of how much he had enjoyed it to scare and frighten them away.
But then he remembered that it was all for a good cause, and he really couldn't blame them when he was not the only one to enjoy that particular sport.

"But I'm sure there is no reason for me to do that, since you don't plan on hurting Nick, right?"
How can that woman still smile so innocently up at him while at the same time threatening him with death!
First Juliette, and now Rosalee... 'And here Wesen think that I'm a dangerous monster! They don't know these women!'
Before Monroe could answer her with more than a sputter, the shop door opened and Nick stormed in, face grim and pictures from his newest case in his hand.

"Monroe." he stopped in his tracks for a moment, before smiling briefly at his lover. "You are here, too. Good, then I don't have to call you over. I need your help!"

The cop didn't look at the heavy book that was quickly shoved under the table, or the two mysterious bottles which landed under the sink.
He was fully concentrated on the case he was working on, and the pictures he had, from the crime scene, and the one sketch he had made from an unknown Wesen he had seen.

There are always books in the shop, and bottles, nothing unusual about it...