Hi!
I'm really obsessed with this show at the moment so, with the hope that we'll get a third season, I thought I'd give this a go while we wait. (Should be about 2 or 3 chapters long max).
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Part. 1
Peter was still here. Here, in Hemlock Grove.
God knows why.
When Linda had left, he had stayed behind because he didn't have a passport which made travelling to a foreign country kind of difficult. Also, she had told him he was needed here, and Peter had agreed. There were families being killed, and his dreams were linking him to them.
So Peter had stayed.
Then, Nadia had been taken. There was no way Peter was leaving then. He needed to find her. They needed to find her. Of course, he had to get passed all of Roman's passive aggressiveness; that was no piece of cake. Roman had been insufferable for days, testing him, certain that Peter was going to abandon him again just when he needed him . Fuck it, Peter had thought. Roman's self destruction mode did not impress him anymore. Besides he had already made the mistake of leaving once and he doubted his friend would forgive him a second time if he ever tried that again.
So Peter had stayed.
And now Nadia was home. Safe and sound, babbling, thirsty for blood.
All was well.
Peter was still here though, for some reason.
-HG-
It's not like he couldn't ask Roman for a new passport and a visa and all that crap. Surely he wouldn't be blamed for wanting to visit his own mother.
So to be honest it's not that Peter didn't dare to ask. It's more like he didn't dare to leave.
He sort of hated Hemlock Grove, the town that had taken so much from him and still threatened to take much more, every day.
Peter sort of hated it here but paradoxically he doubted he would fit in anywhere else. He, as a werewolf, was part of the Hemlock grove horror. He was a monster, threatening to turn at any moment now, cursed for what he had done, out of necessity.
The last thing Peter wanted to do was to hurt people. In Hemlock Grove, people were already in danger anyway. What more was a werewolf, potentially vargulf, added to the mix?
Roman understood. One night, as Peter was tugging Nadia in, he had shown up by his side and told him not to worry.
"You know, if the wolf ever takes control again or whatever, it'll be fine. I'll just make it let go of you. Like last time" Roman had stated casually, in the same tone he would have used to let Peter know he was going out to get pasta.
Comforting words and empathy had never been Roman's strong suit. But Peter had smirked because shit, that did make him feel a lot better actually.
"But…" he had argued, "What if I hurt you?"
That had made Roman laugh. A real laugh, not the kind of cynical snort he often made to mock people, but something sincere and actually gleeful.
Apparently Roman found the idea of Peter being threatening highly amusing.
Peter was almost a little upset. He could be just as badass as Roman "I'm a upir and I eat people' Godfrey.
But he didn't let it show because he still felt like a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
-HG-
Peter had settled in with Destiny at first but since Andreas apparently had the same idea and was there most of the time, he started hanging out at Roman's more and more often.
"What are you doing?" Destiny had asked him once as Peter was packing up some of his stuff.
"I'm going to get out of you hair and go stay with Roman and Nadia for a bit." Peter had told her.
Destiny had given him a look.
"What?" he had said "I'm sure you and Andreas will appreciate the privacy. I know I will. You guys are not what you'd call discreet!"
"Shut up!" Destiny had said, smacking his arm "Andreas left yesterday on one of his 'trips'. He won't be back for a couple of weeks!"
"Oh. Well… ok!" Peter had replied, feeling stupid yet going for the door anyway.
He had been certain his cousin would appreciate the space, Andreas or not!
Besides, he and Roman were both a bit worried because the latter had decided to move Shelley in and you know, what if Nadia didn't like her? Nadia could be very … extreme when she didn't like people.
But all had turned out well.
"I don't know what I was worried about!" Peter had sighed when, refusing to be taken away from her aunt, Nadia started to cry whenever someone threatened to carry her out of Shelley's reach.
"Sorry sis!" Roman had shrugged. "You're stuck with the kid."
Shelley had given them one of her special smiles.
-HG-
Anyway staying in Hemlock Grove did have its perks. There were some good times.
But it also had its downsides and one of them was his job.
When you stayed somewhere for too long, stealing everything you needed was not an option anymore. And besides, Peter was hoping to be able to afford a place of his own, so he would feel less like a visitor. He was also tired of waking everyone up while being plagued by a particularly bad nightmare, often in which his wolf threatened to consume him completely. Destiny or Roman (depending on where he was) always felt like they needed to come and check on him. And Peter found this extremely embarrassing. He wasn't a child dammit! He didn't need anyone to coddle him. On one hand there was Destiny, who would sit beside him, take his temperature and ask him tons of questions in cajoling tone: extremely awkward. And on the other Roman, who would just linger by Peter's bedroom door, not knowing what to say and looking like this was the last place he wanted to be: even more awkward.
Anyway, Peter really needed to get his own place. So he kept his job…
"Rumancek!" his boss bellowed. "What the fuck are you doing?!"
Peter blinked, only noticing now that the older man was standing besides him looking anything but pleased.
"Hum… sorry I was uh…" he started hesitantly.
"I'm not paying you to jerk off!" his boss spat. "Someone called. I need you to pick up a motorcycle and bring it back here for fixing!"
"Sure, it's just I already promised this costumer he would get his car back by tonight so…"
He was cut off.
"So what? You think I have the time to go? I have a merpig to take care of!"
Peter blinked.
"A what?"
"A merpig. A pig with a mermaid's tale!" the owner replied very seriously.
"Right! I'll just… go get to it then" Peter said, walking toward his truck and ignoring the rest of the insults being sent his way.
To be fair, Peter was pretty grateful he hadn't been fired yet, what with all the times he had taken off with the truck to do some rescuing instead of doing his job.
He was driving down the road where he was suppose to pick his client up when he received a call from Destiny:
"I got some fucking great news!" his cousin blurted excitedly as soon as Peter picked up.
"Andreas is planning another orgy?" Peter asked prudently, grimacing in recollection of the last time this had happened.
"No Peter you idiot! There are new gypsies in town!"
Peter frowned, intrigued.
"Do we know them?"
"Not really, our families have never been particularly close. But they're part of a big clan. The Vasiles"
"So… if we don't know any of them why are we happy they're here?" Peter asked.
"Because. Within their clan is a powerful healer. Her name's famous among our kind. No one makes herbal medicine like she does."
"You're hoping she'll make some for us which we can sell for extra cash?"
Before Destiny could reply, Peter noticed someone a bit further up the road, sitting next to a motorcycle, which had been laid down on its side.
"Sorry Destiny, I'm working I have to go!"
"But…" Peter heard her tried to protest.
"We'll talk about your witch doctor and her clan later ok? Bye!"
He hung up and carefully pulled over next to his client who, as it turns out, was a very pretty girl with amazing long legs and a great tan.
"Hi!" Peter greeted her, sheepishly. He was sucker for blonds. "Are you the one that called?"
"Do you see any other broken down motorcycle with someone waiting next to it?" The girl said with a smirk.
Peter laughed.
"Guess not!" He replied.
"I'm Deidre!" His client greeted, extending her hand.
"Peter!"
The job did have its perks actually, Peter thought. It was a real chick magnet. Although best not bring Deidre around Nadia any time soon...
"So are you gonna get my bike back to your store or what?" Deidre asked, eyebrow raised humorously.
"Sorry! Let's go!"
Peter settled Deidre's bike on his truck as she watched him get to work with reverent interest.
"I'm just making sure you're being careful with my baby!" Deidre explained as Peter sent her look.
"Suit yourself." he replied good-naturedly.
Soon enough, the pair was driving back toward the garage.
"I'm new in town!" Deidre explained without Peter having to ask. "Just moved here and disaster already strikes!"
"Welcome to Hemlock Grove!" Peter answered darkly.
This made Deidre smile.
"Oh I see! This is a dangerous town then?" She asked laughingly.
Peter chose not to reply.
"Well no worries! I can handle myself!" Deidre winked at him.
Peter doubted she'd be so confident if ever faced with Olivia Godfrey but hopefully that wouldn't happen.
"Here we are!" He chose to say as the repair shop came into view. "I'm going to check your bike for any damage right away if you'd like to wait?" he added, forgetting all about the customer who was promised his car by night.
Deidre didn't seem to mind the wait as she was certain she had already pinpoint the problem with her 'baby' and was confident Peter would agree with her diagnostic soon enough. Peter handed her some coffee and got right down to business.
"Right!" He told her about 15 minutes later. "Turns out you were right! The spark plug needs replacement but other than that nothing major. I would also recommend changing one of the breaks which seems a bit rusty but that can wait, it's up to you!"
"I'll take my chances with the break for now thanks! Just the plug please!" Deidre replied.
"Alright, I'll have to order a new one though, so your bike should be good to go within two or three days!" Peter explained.
"Cool! Thank you."
Deidre started looking around the garage, curious.
"Is this yours?" She asked.
Peter laughed.
"Nope. I just work here!" he corrected.
"You've got a thing for big engines then?"
"Not particularly actually… Just needed the money." Peter shrugged.
Deidre threw her hair back casually, which made her look pretty attractive.
"What for?"
Before Peter could reply, she placed a finger on his lips and added:
"Wait! You'll tell me over a beer. I'm buying, you in?"
Peter smiled.
-HG-
The beer, turned into three and a pretty intense goodbye kiss in a back alley so Peter didn't get back home until quite late. He walked quietly towards the house's entrance, determined not to wake anyone up. Nadia hadn't been sleeping well lately as she had begun teething and the rest of the household had to suffer from it. Everyone took turns to comfort her during the night, Roman in particular though, as he apparently needed less sleep than everyone else did.
When Peter got in, Roman was sitting in the living room reading some French novel, a glass of scotch beside him and a cigarette tugged in between his fingers. Peter hesitated and considered walking towards his friend but Roman seemed absorbed by his read and completely unfazed by Peter's return, so instead he decided to go to bed directly. But as he was making his way up the stairs, he heard Roman speak:
"What's her name?"
Peter turned downwards to catch a glimpse of him.
"What? Who?"
"The girl you were with." Roman said, bringing the cigarette to his lips and never taking his eyes away from the book.
"Deidre." Peter replied, "Not that it's any of your business." He tried pointing out.
"You smell like cheap perfume." Roman replied disdainfully because he actually didn't give a flying fuck what was or wasn't his business.
Peter rolled his eyes and continued his way up the stairs.
"Let me guess… slutty blond in distress?" Roman asked in tone that feigned humour but hid clear provocation underneath.
"I'm going to bed!" Peter dismissed, trying not to encourage him.
Roman closed his book and got up. Apparently he didn't find Peter's response satisfying.
"What's so special about this one then?" he asked with a cold smile. "She pregnant?"
Peter stopped dead in his tracks and turned around, shaking in anger.
"What the fuck Roman?" he asked, shocked.
He knew Roman was insecure, always making everything all about him but this was low, even for him. Letha was off limits. Bringing her up was a betrayal.
Something like hesitation or regret flashed quickly though Roman's eye but in seconds his stare was deadly again.
"Look Peter. I don't care whichever cheap whore you decide to fuck. But you better not bring her anywhere near my daughter!" he threatened.
Peter's fists clenched in frustration. He loved Nadia too! Roman knew Peter would never let anyone in their home... not after what had happened with Miranda!
"What the fuck is wrong with you asshole?" Peter snapped, walking back down the stairs threateningly.
He didn't have Roman's talent in finding just the right words to hit where it hurt. Peter was more the type to express his anger physically. Or, sometimes, by remaining super silent for hours… but now was definitely the time to get physical!
He walked up to Roman, invading his space and daring him to say something else with a deadly stare.
Roman looked like he was going to speak up anyway, but suddenly all colour was drained from his face, his cheeks taking on a sickly grey tint. His eyes slowly descended upon Peter's neck, as Roman looked like he was either going to pass out or kill someone.
Peter knew that look. Their two bodies were merely inches apart and Roman was angry. And quite possibly hungry. This definitely was not a good position for Peter to be in.
"Roman!" Peter said, changing his tone to something calm yet firm.
Carefully, he took a step back, not a big one, just to put enough distance to give Roman more space to breath. And to diminish his opportunity to smell Peter's blood.
"Hey!" He said placing a hand on Roman's forearm. "Look at me!"
Roman mouth remained a tensed line for a couple of dreadful seconds, but then he blinked and looked into Peter's eyes.
"I…" He begun confused. "So-sorry!"
It was extraordinary how Roman could turn from a huge dick to a menacing beast and then into a lost little boy in a couple of seconds.
"I'm sorry Peter!" Roman repeated, worried by his friend lack of response.
"It's ok!" Peter shrugged. "You just need to feed.
Roman looked around them, unsure what to do next.
"Do you have some of Pryce's stuff here?" Peter asked
Roman nodded.
"Yes" He said finally. "Yea, it's fine!"
"Good. Go have some. Now."
Roman left obediently towards his room.
Ah. Hemlock Grove.
The good.
The bad.
The ugly.
-HG-
"So now you're moving back in?" Destiny asked, as Peter arrived back at her place.
He shrugged.
"It's not like I ever moved out." He said not looking at her.
He felt his cousin rolling her eyes behind his back.
"Suuure." She mocked.
But since Peter didn't come up with a response and just sat there on her couch starring menacingly at the poster on the opposite wall, Destiny's softer side couldn't help but make an appearance.
"Lover's quarrel?" she attempted to joke.
Peter grunted.
"What did he do?" Destiny sighed, sitting down beside him.
Peter ignored her, arms crossed, jaw clenched and clearly unwilling to talk about yet another one of his fights with Roman. Destiny decided to encourage him:
"Come on! Out with it. You wouldn't be here if you didn't need to talk."
"He brought up Letha!" Peter whispered.
Destiny made a face.
"Oh."
She remained silent for a little bit.
"Well… what did you do?" she ended up asking.
"Nothing!" Peter exclaimed throwing his arms up in defeat! "I had just gotten home and he asked about this girl I was with before—"
"Oh Peter!" Destiny interrupted with a groan.
"What?"
His cousin gave him a stern look.
"Are you serious?" she asked. "Come on!"
"I don't… seriously what?" Peter asked, extremely confused.
Destiny hit him on the head.
"You're an idiot. "
-HG-
Peter had a dream that night. He was in wolf form, running along the woods, wild and free. He was happy and serene. But then there was a cry, which immediately made him think of Nadia. It filled him with dread. Trying to run faster, he started looking for her as her cries got louder but the woods were pitch black and she was nowhere to be found. Then, there was Letha's voice inside his head:
"You couldn't save me Peter. You can't save her. You just can't"
And all he could hear was sobs, Nadia's mixed with Letha's.
Suddenly he was on top of the white tower again, watching Nadia fall except it wasn't Miranda holing her but Deidre. He jumped after them but when he reached the ground, Peter was back in human form and Nadia was nowhere to be seen. Instead, he found Roman lying on the ground, with Peter's wolf devouring his insides.
Peter tried to scream but his words got locked inside his throat and he started to choke.
Peter woke up with a gasp, to the feel of someone shaking him furiously.
"Thank god!" He heard Destiny say from somewhere.
Peter couldn't see her because his view was blocked by Roman's face looking down at him with a frown.
"Peter!" he said looking relieved.
"What the?!" Peter said trying to remember where he was.
He was at Destiny's, in his room, drenched in cold sweat. Roman was sitting beside him, pinning him to mattress by the wrists.
Peter glared at him and Roman glared right back but didn't move, so he shook him off.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, embarrassed and angry that Roman, out of all people, had been there to witness his nightmare.
"I called him, Peter!" Destiny intervened apologetically. Then, being at the receiving end of Peter's unhappy expression, she added:
"Look at your hands."
Peter did as he was told and gasped in horror. His fingers were covered in blood and fur. Feeling up his chest with his still human palms, he realized his ribs had started to tear up some of its flesh, trying to expand in order to become something else. Something dangerous.
"Shit!" Peter groaned, horrified.
He had begun to turn, in his fucking sleep. What the hell was that about?
"You started screaming and then... I couldn't wake you. So you know I called him…" she made a sign with her head towards Roman "… just in case."
"Are you ok?" Roman asked.
"Yeah. Fine" Peter replied, avoiding his eyes and his worried expression.
"Ok… " Roman looked around, unsure what to do, but since no one was apparently going to insist he'd stay, he added: "Well I better get back home then" and stood up.
As he rose and Peter could no longer feel his presence beside him, he felt a sudden urge to grab Roman and pull him back beside him, just to make sure that he was safe and that his stomach was still in one piece. And if he was being completely honest with himself, Peter also really wanted to burry his face into Roman's hair and smell him. But he chose to ignore his instincts. Turning made him want to do weird shit.
"That's it." Destiny said after she heard the front door shut behind Roman. "We're going. Tomorrow."
Peter's heart stopped. What?
"I'm not leaving Destiny!" he exclaimed, outraged by the very idea.
"What kind of moron do you take me for? Don't you think I know that? "Destiny snapped, offended.
"Oh." Peter tried to calm his heartbeat down. "Sorry."
"We're going to see her."
-HG-
"The Vasiles are a very old clan, one of the oldest actually. Cornelia is their healer and she's like super famous amongst the gypsie community. She's great with her potions and voodoo. She taught your uncle quite a bit actually."
Destiny was driving her cousin to see the gypsie clan she had so much hope in.
"She knew Nicolae?" Peter asked in awe.
"Yep. Your mother already made contact with some of their people in Romania. They know we're coming!" Destiny explained.
"You told Linda about me?! " Peter complained, frustrated.
To think that he had tried so hard not to let anything on over the phone so that she wouldn't worry.
"She's your mother. I didn't have to say anything. She knew something was wrong." Destiny scolded. "Besides, with you constantly playing the hero something bad was bound to happen."
"This whole shit went down because I was trying to get her out of jail!" Peter protested.
"This whole shit went down because you wouldn't solve your issues with Roman Godfrey." Destiny scowled.
"That—FINE!"
Peter crossed his arms defensively and remained silent for the rest of the ride. After what seemed like an eternity, their car arrived on camping site which was lost deep inside the forest. A couple of kids were playing but it was mostly adults, sitting around and being bored, who were now staring questioningly at the two cousins.
"Come on, let's go! They don't bite!" Destiny encouraged, while opening the door.
"How would you know?" Peter replied, not appreciating the attention.
But when he got out of the car, he heard a familiar voice from behind him.
"Peter?"
He turned around to see none other than Deidre walking excitedly towards him.
"I knew it!" She said happily before Peter had the chance to say anything. "You're one of us!" She threw her arms around his neck and added: "I'm so glad!"
An older woman, who looked a lot like Deidre, came to greet them.
"We've been expecting you. You must be Peter!" She told them.
"Hum yes mam! Nice to meet you!"
The woman turned towards his cousin.
"Destiny I presume?"
"That's right!"
They shook hands.
"Now… normally we don't help out other clans. Especially one that has history such as yours…"
"Mom!" Deidre objected, disapproving of the not so welcoming introduction.
"BUT," she went on giving Deidre a look, "Linda's done a lot for some of us back home. So when she told us her son needed help, we agreed to try our best!" the woman concluded, actually giving Peter a smile. "I'm Tara!"
"Nice to meet you!" Destiny said, refraining from one of her typical smartass comment and saving it for a time when she wouldn't actually need Tara.
"Well let's get to it! We'll introduce you to Cornelia. I'll go get her." Tara said grabbing Destiny by the arm. "Deidre why don't you keep Peter company?"
Deidre nodded, showing him towards a couple of chairs nearby where they could sit.
"So…" Peter began.
"I knew you were special when I met you Peter! I could feel it!" the pretty blond exclaimed.
"Hum…" Peter said rubbing his neck awkwardly " I don't know if I'm special but-"
"What are you talking about? Of course you are! You're a wolf! Just like Cristian!"
"Cristian?" Peter asked, hoping Deidre didn't have a possessive werewolf boyfriend.
"My brother! He's kind of the leader here! Actually there he is!" Deidre said pointing towards a tall figure that was making its way towards them.
Peter watched Cristian approach them carefully. The man was young, perhaps just a few years older than Peter. He was also quite possibly the most attractive guy Peter had ever seen. Besides Roman of course.
"You must be the stray!" Cristian said to Peter when he was within reach.
"The stray?"
"Well you're a vargulf aren't you?"
Cristian gave Peter a smile which didn't reach his eyes.
"I'm not a Vargulf!" Peter protested, trying to remain polite.
Not yet at least, he added to himself mournfully.
"Right. Yet!" Cristian said like he could actually read his thoughts.
Peter decided the guy was massive dick.
"Cristian!" Deidre scolded slapping her brother's arm.
"Oh no need to worry little wolf! Cornelia will make it better. And when she's done I can teach you a thing or two about keeping your animal side in check!" the brother amended with a smirk.
Yep. Definitely a dick.
"Thanks?" Peter said, half amused, half annoyed.
Getting into conflict with this clan's leader was probably not a good idea right now.
"Peter?"
Luckily Destiny was back and was indicating for him to follow her.
"She's ready to see you." His cousin announced
Peter got up, unsure what was about to happen.
"Could luck!" Deidre told him warmly.
"Try not to die!" Cristian a lot less warmly.
"I'll do my best."
He walked away from them, hoping for the best. Destiny led him inside a small trailer that reminded him of the one he and Linda use to live in, which didn't make Peter feel any better. Inside the living space, he found Tara and an old woman with short red hair waiting for him.
"Hello Peter!" Greeted the red head.
Turns out she was also wearing thick layers of make-up and some sort of snake-like shaped hearings. She caught Peter looking at them wearingly.
"Don't worry! These two can't harm you!" She mocked.
Peter assumed this woman was Cornelia.
"So, kid, I hear your wolf is causing you trouble?"
"I guess so." Peter replied, uncomfortable.
"You guess so?" Cornelia inquired, searching his expression with a piercing gaze.
"He started to turn in his sleep!" Destiny jumped in, fearing Peter wouldn't be honest with a total stranger who seemed kind of wacko.
"I'm not asking you!" Cornelia snapped. "I'm asking him!" She pointed towards Peter with her chin.
"I… feel like it's getting out of control!" Peter admitted quietly.
"I see. And are you willing to do whatever it takes to get control again?"
Peter looked up.
"Yes!"
Cornelia smiled brightly.
"Are you sure Peter? Whatever it takes?" She asked, looking suspiciously excited.
Peter nodded bravely, bracing himself for what was about to come.
"Yes."
Cornelia shared a look with Tara, who took it as a sign to exit the trailer, dragging Destiny along with her.
Cornelia indicated for Peter to lie down in the middle of the trailer. She then reached for some chalk and started drawing patterns all around him. Finally, she grabbed some herbs which she must have grinded into a wooden bowl beforehand, and lit what was now a dark thick paste on fire.
"Right!" She said clasping her hands together. "Let's get down to business."
End of part 1
