The air was cool as it hit her face. Her hair blew softly behind her, her scent drifting into the wind. A deep sigh escaped her lips as she hauled the box out of the taxi's trunk. A second later she gave the driver a small thank you before turning towards what would be her new home.

"Not much of a house," she spoke to herself as she looked down at the trailer home that she would soon inhabit. Beer bottles were scattered around and the place seemed to be a mess from an outsider's view. "But it's better than being homeless."

Peter watched as Lynda prepared herself coffee. The woman was nervous yet excited as the smile on her face refused to leave that morning. She'd spent the day cleaning their small living room and trying to make the place look as presentable as possible.

"She'll be here any minute," she said as she poured herself a cup. Peter nodded, unamused at the thought of sharing his already cramped home with another person.

"Yeah, cool," he replied as his hands played with the leather bracelet around his wrist. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't excited. It just so happened that his own excitement was buried deep, deep down.

"Peter, you know I made a promise. Now that her parents are gone I have to keep it. What's wrong with you? You used to love each other."

"The last time we saw each other we were middle school kids barely hitting puberty." Peter retorted although he chuckled at the memory. He had held the biggest crush on her as a child and gypsies would form bonds that ran deeper than most. Despite the many years that they spent apart he still felt fondness when he thought of her.

"We're gypsies, Peter. We had to go. You know that." He sighed in defeat at her words. She was right. It was simply the gypsy way to get up and go.

"She's here," he spoke, rising from his seat on their beat up couch as he caught her scent in the air. Lynda grinned and opened the door to reveal a short brunette with a box in her arms.

"Ah, should've known you'd smell me coming," she commented as she strode into the small house as if she already owned it. She set her box of belongings down before turning to embrace Lynda.

"Selena it's so good to see you," Lynda greeted as she hugged the girl to her. She was just an inch shorter than she was, but the strength in her hug let her know she was not one to be underestimated. Lynda pulled away and held her at an arm's length, examining her for the first time in nearly six years.

Peter also examined her from afar. The boyish body he remembered was now gone and instead now replaced with one of a woman. Her curves would be the envy of many girls of Hemlock Grove, and knowing how petty high school girls were when it came to envy, they'd certainly hate her. Her hair was longer now, practically reaching her bum in cascading waves. She certainly wasn't what he remembered.

"Hey Sel," Peter finally greeted with a nod towards her. She turned and examined him from head to toe just as he had done to her, a small smirk forming on her pink lips.

"Well, aren't you hairy. That sure is fitting," she joked as she strode up to him and pulled him into her arms. He chuckled at her humor and recalled how she'd always been very blunt and sarcastic, something he had thoroughly enjoyed. His own arms wrapped around her, their unnatural warmths mixing together.

"You look different too," he replied when she pulled away, Her face had lost all traces of the baby fat it once held and in its place where now cheekbones that made her face look nearly fragile. Her green eyes had slightly narrowed pupils that gave her a cat-ish look and light freckles adorned the soft skin of her cheeks. The longer he looked at her the more he felt his old crush slowly creep up, as if seeing her was enough to awaken it.

"You can crash with Peter if you'd like. Otherwise the couch is all yours," Lynda interrupted their moment to announce the sleeping arrangements. The look that crossed Peter's face was enough to let Selena know that he hadn't heard a word about how the sleeping situation would be.

"I'll sleep on the couch. It's just in my nature," she replied with a wink towards her. "Thanks aunt Lynda."

Peter sighed in relief at her words. As much as he loved Selena, because he did love her just as he loved his mother, he wasn't too keen on sharing his already tiny bed. Not to mention the fact that this girl was hot and that would only lead to embarrassing moments in the morning. Meanwhile, his mother simply smiled at their newest family addition. She wasn't blood related, but she was family nonetheless.

The next hour was spent talking about their lives since they had separated. Peter watched as Selena set up a few candles and crystals in a space Lynda had cleared for her, hearing about the ridiculous amount of schools she had attended and how horrible teenage gajes were. When she asked how Hemlock Grove was Peter couldn't help but let out a sarcastic laugh before letting her know the disturbing details of the town's latest murder.

"So there's a vargulf?" She sat on the opposite end of the tattered sofa, her body sinking into it.

"Not sure. I'll find out when I turn this week," he replied, surprised at how nonchalant she was about the idea of a killer wolf being out there. "By the way, you're going to school with me tomorrow."

Selena groaned and Peter chuckled as her hand turned into a fake gun that she pretended to shoot herself with.

"Already?" she asked incredulously. She had hoped to have a few days to settle in and scout the town.

"Yeah, mom says you should start as soon as possible," he replied knowing exactly how she felt. Switching schools was always the biggest pain in the ass.

"At least I'll have one friend, right?" Her bare foot waved near his face, teasing him as an amused laugh left her. Peter rolled his eyes and pushed it away, amused with her sense of comfort already. It was almost as if they'd never been apart.

"It's more than I had," he replied as he pulled her leg, successfully pulling her entire body towards him. His body leant over, hovering above her as she looked at him with wide eyes at the sudden movement. Her surprise quickly melted away and was instead replaced with a smirk. He grinned at the mischief that sparkled in her eyes and refrained from kissing her then and there, his twelve year old self begging him to finally indulge in that small fantasy.

"Get some sleep. There are some things you'll see tomorrow that'll surprise you," he finally said as he leaned back. The thought of Roman Godfrey, the town upir, popped into his head and worried him for a second. He quickly pushed the thought away, ruffling Selena's hair as he stood.

Selena meowled in annoyance as she brushed her hair out of her face and watched him retreat into his bedroom. A hint of curiosity struck her before the need for sleep came rushing in, causing her to fall asleep exactly where she laid.