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Hemlock Grove

Roman x OC x Peter

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Beauty Strange

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"I need to know if it can be done."

"Please," still keeping her in his gaze no less, he began to slide his rings off. She watched him carefully. "Don't."

He set his necklace aside and reached for the hem of his shirt. She stopped him. "Let go, V."

"We can do something else for the money," she knew it was decided though. "You're not- This could become distrugere, Peter."

But there it was. The bright piercing blue seemed to shadow his feral consumption. "If I can't turn when those guys are here," he moved her grip beneath his. "We're fucked anyway."

Gently, though held back, he pushed her and removed his shirt. She stared into his pale chest as her arms crossed and her teeth ground against the side of her cheek, biting off pieces of it from habit. What can she do? He made his way over to the record player and started it.

"Step back," he kicked off his shoes and reached for her to move.

She kept her stance strong as the idea cleared. He won't like this.

"Let me go to him," maybe if she herself spoke with Roman, alone.

"I already tried."

"You tried, let me."

"No, get back."

What if- It was late yes, but she could find where the new house was. The keys were still in the tow truck. She could be quick.

He was faster.

"Damn it V, no!" He caught her before she could reach the door. She moved as fast as she could too. Her back smacked hard to his front as he stopped her, nearly took them both down. The turn was surging with grim beckoning. With just one hand, he locked her wrists over her collarbone and seemed to paralyze.

"Just let me try. If it doesn't work-"

He swung her around and backed her into the door. "He doesn't know you're here with me."

She struggled briefly but once she heard him- "What?" her throat cracked tight and fevered. They stared. "You let him think that?"

"He's a pompous little shit and didn't give me the chance to explain. Even if I could, I wouldn't. Not now." She cringed. He was hurting her. It seemed to wake him. If only slightly, he broke the course and released her. He won't apologize, he hasn't returned and can't yet.

She needed to push it more, softer though. "He was alone Peter, we were all he had left."

"Leave it, V. Roman can go to hell. You're not going."

The moment ended. She would let him have her again because that did it. Reasoning with him was near impossible now. He moved her to the couch and walked to the center of the room without saying more. She could feel the tremors beneath his skin as he did so. It was happening.

She was his audience and needed to be numb for it. He's doing this. Not just once for the dealers but twice to ensure its obedience. And she had to sit through it and watch.

The record started again.

If you need almost every need then you don't love me. He slicked his hair back and breathed in. She's seen this before, with Roman. He stood next to her. Both watching as Peter's naked form was ripped and marred into his black wolf. When it was done, after he fed on his human flesh, and ran off into the woods, she had Roman there to hold her up. She slowly slid down to the floor with the couch behind her. Cracks erupted throughout his neck as he rolled it out. Set me free. He cried out as both his shoulders lurched up with a crunching pop. V gathered her knees close to her body and tried to stay still. Beauty strange and a twinkling isle that don't make- His hands twisted in their gruesome dance, the spine upsurged against his flesh, he jerked forward, nearly falling on her. But crawled back on all fours as the black fur stretched his skin apart. The long snout began its emergence. You have no claim on the soul of mine. She wanted to look away and cover her ears. That sound of breaking bones and the sight of Peter's face. This wasn't like before. It was too close and too personal.

But there it came.

The bloodied hand emerged from inside the wolf's mouth and reached for her. Its thick coated gore oozed down to her jeans as it did so. She trembled as he caressed her face, his thumb sliding across her bottom lip, leaving a thick trail. He even parted her mouth and briefly came in contact with her tongue. Give me desire from your cherry lips. She could taste it raw, the warmth and carnage. Don't move, she told herself, stay still. She shut her eyes. It's almost over.

The hand might have pulled back but she moved to cover her head despite like a child would hide. It shouldn't be effecting her like this. She peered down to her lap and saw that his blood had pooled over in the most private way. If you don't love me, set me free.

"V," his voice was almost unrecognizable, clawed and grated. He knelt next to her, trying to loosen her arms. "M'sorry." She lifted her head and met his stare. When had he turned back? The blue faded pale and was his own again. He looked over her face, cringing slightly. "V, I didn't mean- I don't know why I did that-"

She wasn't going to lose her stomach. Not this time. Instead, she swallowed it down and decided against such weakness. This could be the only time. They were both tired but he was the most, exhausted now. She could do it, go to Roman's. When he sees her though, she might not be prepared, how could she even explain? But it should be tonight. She'll see Roman, he might lose it, but she could try. Peter has to have a few days to recuperate before the meeting. If she could convince Roman to help-

"Come here," but Peter gathered her up and held her as though she might suddenly push away. "I'm sorry. You didn't need to be here for it," he leaned his forehead against hers and sighed. His breath smelled of wet fur, burnt flesh and whiskey. "It just had to- I just- Needed you close enough."

It's not going to happen. She's not leaving now. He leaned back and looked her over again. She wasn't exactly taking his words to mind. If she was more with it, she'd understand what he said and should probably be worried. That's what he's looking for. The moment.

But she could only say one thing in response. "You need to rest."

What else did he expect? For her to forget everything? To just fall into his arms and claim that her need of him was just as strong? He took her in for a moment. Her shapely almond gaze bore into him above her more prominent dark circles. It's been a tough year. And with Lynda in jail, the money problems, returning to Hemlock, their past, it was enough to drive her away. But she stayed.

"Come on, I'll go with you," his scrutiny was starting to make her uneasy. They both stood, her supporting him more so.

"Wait V," he held her back from leading. "You still have- You should get cleaned up first."

She forgot, her face must be a mess. Not to mention the blood on her jeans. He must have seen that as well, where it dried. She was too out of it to care. "Okay, let me just help you to bed."

But he wouldn't let her move. "That's taking the stairs. I'll just sleep down here. Go on."

"Are you sure?" he was already crippling over and laying down.

"Yea, take a shower. You smell like me."

She smiled and nodded.

He watched her walk away and listened for the shower pipes to creak on upstairs. Once they did, he reached for his cell and dialed the number.

"Hey, it's Rumancek. Meet me in the parking lot tomorrow night, your product will be ready," he hung up and painfully re-positioned his sore body against the couch. When they're here, he'd want V out of the house. He'll have to think of something. He clutched the edge of the couch as his rib cage throbbed continuously. That's good, it'll be easier for the emergence since it's already torn. Keep telling yourself that, he shut his eyes and sighed. His teeth clenched as his mind drifted over her. The way she looked as he started to turn. He remembered that but faintly could he control anything after. The thick haze kept his perception numb. Truthfully though, deep down, he wanted to touch her. He shouldn't have, but there was little control or mind to stop himself.

The constant flow of water set him at ease. Not completely, it was hard knowing she was up there, showering, while he was stuck here. He wouldn't do anything tonight. But just knowing and not being able to at least look?

But he had to be even more careful or he could just as easily lose her. Especially now that Roman- No, he didn't have to worry about that. All he had to do was keep her away from him.

If she ever saw him again, if Roman knew she was alive, losing her would be indefinite.

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