Hello everyone and welcome to my story. I have updated this chapter so please reread if you haven't already. I realized the first draft of this chapter was very vague and I wanted to provide more detail into my Alternative Universe. This story will follow the point of view of Roman, Peter, and my OC Clara. This is an AU story where Roman is not an Upir, Peter does not know what Roman is. My OC is also a supernatural being that you will get to see as well. I can't wait to hear what you all think about it and I would love to hear your thought about the story so far! Enjoy the story!

Dark Star

Survey

Roman

We walk in the grocery store as Shelly eagerly runs to the candy aisle to get her favorite chocolate bar that I promised her. I look around the grocery store trying to find something that will quench my appetite. I look over to see a pair of legs walking towards me. A smile crosses my lips as her eyes meet mine. She flips her blonde hair and bites her lips. I send a sideways smile her way and remind myself to find her when I drop off Shelly. I continue to walk down the aisles when I see Peter standing in the meat section of the grocery store. Tomorrow is the full moon and Peter must be getting prepared for it.

I approach him and when he sees me, he rolls his eyes. "Great. Just fucking great. I can't even buy groceries without seeing you." He says in a pressed tone.

"This is Hemlock Grove." I tell him. "There is only one grocery store so…" I reach past him, pushing him out of the way grabbing a cut of steak, "If you'd excuse me."

Peter sends a grumbling mumble of Romanian swear words my way and I cannot help but smile.

"Peter," I say to him in a less cocky tone. "It has been two months since Letha's—"

"Thanks Roman, I know how to read a calendar." Peter says before I can continue. "I do not need your pity, or your charity. I am doing fine coping without you."

"That is not what your mother said."

"When the fuck did you speak with Lynda?" Peter says in an apprehensive tone.

I shrug, "Your mother likes me." Before Peter can say anything more, his eyes bulge and he groans as he grabs his head, staggering back. "Woah, man are you okay?"

I ask and just as I do, I too feel a wave of fatigue overcome me. I grab my head trying to center myself and stop myself from falling to the ground.

"Did you feel that?" I ask Peter as he shakes the feeling out of his head.

"Yeah, did you?" he asks looking up at me.

"What was that?" I ask him and he shrugs. "Maybe some weird shit like our dreams?" I guess.

I look down the aisle and watch Shelly as she approaches us. I see a girl walking down the aisle the opposite way of Shelly, with her back to Peter and I. When she becomes parallel to Shelly, the girl looks up at her and Shelly looks down at her. Their gaze meets one another, and in a split second, something strange happens. When the girl locks eyes with Shelly, the image of Shelly glitches and for a second, she appears to be a normal girl as she appeared to me in her coma. Shelly is short, with her long curled brown hair flowing effortlessly, and her face devoid of all imperfections. She is as beautiful as I saw her in my coma. Once the girl looks away from Shelly, her appearance goes back to her 7-foot form, towering over the aisles hunched over and covering her large eye and scar with her thin flat hair.

I look over at Peter with wide eyes, and the look of shock on his face shows that he witnessed the same image that I did.

Peter

I rub my eyes trying to see if what I just saw was a trick of the eyes. I watched as Shelly's eyes met the girls and right as she looked at one another, Shelly's image became that of a normal looking girl. Her hair was dark and curled, and she was no longer tall. He distinctive large eye and scarring of the right side of her face were gone. Her complexion was pale and perfect. She was as beautiful on the outside as she is on the inside. And in the instant that the girl looked away from her, Shelly was back to her normal self.

"What the fuck was that?" Roman asked frantically. "You saw it too right?" A nod is all I can respond with as Shelly approaches us. "Shelly," Roman grabs her, "Are you feeling okay?" Shelly returns Roman's frantic behavior over her wellbeing with a groan and shows him that she has chosen her candy and she is ready to leave. "Shelly, stay here real quick." He tells her as he runs after the girl.

"Roman!" I call out to him, running after him.

It is clear that whatever happened to Shelly was something that we saw, and didn't affect Shelly in anyway. Roman heads out of the grocery store and into the parking lot. He looks around frantically trying to find the girl that we saw walk past Shelly. He scans the parking lot breathing heavily as he looks for any sign of the girl.

"You saw her too." He calls out to me, "What the fuck did we just see?" Roman says running his fingers through his hair.

"I saw some girl walk past Shelly and…" I cannot even finish the sentence because I cannot even explain it. It was as if Shelly was in a game, and the game glitched. Her entire presence changed and in a split second, she was back to normal.

"This is some weird shit, bro!" Roman calls out pulling out a cigarette. "Where the fuck did she go?" He lights the cigarette and looks around the parking lot. "She was just here. She couldn't have gotten far." Roman says getting ready to tear up the parking lot to look for this girl.

"Roman," I call to him, "Who is to say we saw what we saw?" I say to him and he frowns at me. "Maybe it was just our imagination playing a trick on us."

"Both of our imaginations playing the same trick simultaneously?" Roman calls out skeptically.

I shrug, "we share the same dreams." I say to him. "We are both under a lot of stress, what with Letha and everything. Maybe we are just hallucinating. You know, PTSD shit?"

"No," Roman says to me, flicking the cigarette to the ground. "There was something else with her. I felt something before we saw her. I got faint. You felt it too." He tells me. "We need to talk to Destiny. There is some shit going on, and I am going to figure it out."

Roman heads back into the grocery store and I look around the parking lot before heading back in, not able to shake the feeling that I am being watched.

Clara

"You know what you have to do." My sister says to me as we sit in the car of the parking lot.

"I don't understand why I have to make my presence known. They will know soon enough that I am in town when they sense my presence. Why do I have to taunt them before I make my move?" I ask her.

"You have to sense their energy." She says to me. "You have to know what you are dealing with."

I take in a deep breath as my hands shake in my lap. I look over at the small building that holds the town's only grocery store. My sister waits eagerly for me as I contemplate my next move.

I open the car door. "I will be here when you're finished." She says.

I don't look back at her and head into the grocery store. I walk around the aisles making my presence known. I watch as the tall pretty one I have learned to be Roman Godfrey shamelessly flirts with a blonde girl that begs for his touch. I feel his draw instantly as he tries to entrap the girl with his powers. I look at him intensely, surveying every part of his body to see no signs of deformity or abnormality. I take a step away from him, unable to approach him as his powers are in full swing.

I swallow hard as I make away from him and head towards the meat section where I find a rugged looking Peter Rumancek picking from various packages of meat. I can smell the wolf in him from this far and can tell that he has already turned against the moon.

I move away from him as Roman joins him and they begin to speak to one another. They do not look happy talking to one another and I can tell that they are not as good of friends as my sister had eluded.

I look at my watch and figure that I need to do this quickly and get out of here before they spot me. I take in a deep breath and stiffen as I release my aura into the air. No one around the general store even so much as flinches except for the too boys before me. I watch as they confusingly grab at their heads, wondering what they just felt.

I begin approaching them, when I feel another presence in the store. I look over to my right to see a large girl stalking the halls near them. She is abnormally large, with her hair covering her deformities. Her deformities are more obvious than Roman's. I stagger away cursing my sister for not telling me that there was another one. I swallow hard, realizing that I cannot take them all at once.

I figure that I should not approach the boys now, but rather make my presence known in other ways. I turn and walk down the aisle as the large girl approaches the two boys. She looks down at her feet and I curse to myself, needing her to look at me for this to work.

I take in a deep breath and take in her power. Look at me. I command of her and she looks over at me. My eyes meet hers and when they do, I release my aura for her. She does not feel a thing or even notice a change in her appearance, but in that moment, she is an image of what she should be.

I hear the boys begin shuffling as I make my way out of the grocery store. I head over to my sister's car quickly as I watch the boys run out of the store. My sister begins talking, but I put up my hand to stop her. I watch them carefully from the car as they try to muster up an explanation for what they have just seen. After a bit of arguing, they both head back into the store and I am able to let out the breath I hold in.

"Nice job, Sis." My sister calls out and I glare at her hatefully.

"Why didn't you tell me there was another one?" I ask her angrily.

"Shelly?" She says, "From what I gather, she is harmless. I guess that is for you to decide."

"Do you think they will take the bait?" I ask her.

"Trust me, they won't stop until they know what you are." My sister says, and with that, we leave the boys with their thoughts.

Two Months Ago

Roman

I lean back in the uncomfortable metal chair as I sit before two incompetent police officers that couldn't catch a thief in a donut shop. The fat one puffs his chest, trying to make himself appear more intimidating than he is, while the tall gangly one scratches his head confusingly.

I pull out a lighter and a cigarette from my blazer pocket. I light the cigarette and the fat one huffs unsatisfactorily. "You can't smoke here." He tells me in what he assumes to be an authoritative tone.

"Hmm," is all I respond with as I take a heavy drag and blow the smoke in his face.

The fat man returns with a displeased expression, but says nothing more to me about the cigarette. "So," he says with a grumble. "Let's go over it one more time." He says shifting in his chair, "Tell us what happened at the church."

I take in a deep drag of the cigarette, holding the smoke in my mouth for a moment, enjoying the feeling of it dance around in my mouth. I separate my lips slightly and let the smoke make its way out slowly and naturally. Finally, I look over at the two oafs and say, "I told you multiple times now, I went to the church to speak with Peter. I was going to tell him that he needed to clear his name with the police; that running just made him look guilty." I take another drag and crack my neck, exhaling at the pop of my joints. "That's when we heard sobbing, coming from beneath the floorboards. We went down in the basement and found Christina there naked and frightened. She was tied up around the neck with an extension cord, crying hysterically." I lie, covering the fact that Peter tied her with the extension cord because she was the Vargulf.

"Shelly carried her from the basement and we headed up to the main floor where we saw Sheriff Sworn." I say as I swallow hard. "He pointed a gun at Shelly, and shot her." I take a deep breath, "we surrendered to him. But he wanted Christina back. He grabbed her and we tried taking her from him. We lost our grip on her and she fell and hit her head on one of the benches." I say. "This made him angry and he started yelling at us. He told us his entire plan. He told us that he kidnapped all those missing girls, and that he sold them as sex slaves to neighboring cities. He said that once he was done with them, he disposed of them." I lie to them, covering up that Christina killed those girls as the Vargulf, and covering up that Shelly killed Christina.

"What about the Sheriff's daughters?" The skinny one asks. "He wouldn't do that to his own girls."

"He told us that they found out about his sex ring." I continue. "That they found some child porn on his computer or something and he had to kill them." I say hiding a smile behind my lips knowing that only hours before my interrogation, Pryce was planting the incriminating evidence in Sworn's home to corroborate my story.

The two look at each other believing in my story thanks to the newly surfaced evidence. "Then what?" The fat one asks.

"It was disgusting." I say in a beautiful display of terrified shock. "He spoke of how he was going to take Letha next. We couldn't let that happen. So, Shelly pushed him, and Peter grabbed his shotgun and shot him closely in the neck, causing him to blow up into pieces." I say covering up the fact that Peter mauled him to death while he was still turned. I lean back and put my hands up in the air in a voila gesture. "And that's the story gentlemen. I have told you everything. The Sheriff of this wonderful small town was the kingpin of an illegal underage sex ring he was running in an abandoned church."

"Why didn't we find any evidence of this when the girls were killed?" The fat one asks.

My heart drops as he asks this and I try to think of something on the fly. I separate my lips to explain when I hear voices from down the hall. The sounds of shouting come from the other side of the door. Not a moment later and the door swings open with my ever so lovely mother striding in here.

"A violation of his rights!" My mother comes in yelling. "Anything that he was coerced in saying here will not stand in court, he is a minor without the supervision of a lawyer or legal adult." She looks away from the pale man that she no doubt was threatening the entire way back here. "Come Roman, we are leaving."

"Mr. Godfrey, if you have any more information you would like to discuss, please give us a call." The skinny one says.

"You can call his lawyer." My mother says grabbing my wrist and taking me away from the interrogation room.

"I had it handled." I tell her as I pry my hand from her grip.

"I am sure you did, sweetheart." She says in a patronizing tone.

"What about Peter?" I ask her.

"Gypsys are accustom to being behind bars." She says with disgust in her tone.

"I want him out." I demand from her.

She sighs, "I will have the lawyers work on it." She says simply. "Now go home, Roman. I have business." She continues down the hall and I watch her with revulsion as she walks away from me.

I head back to the house where I wonder what the next plan of action will be, biting my nails eagerly waiting for Peter.

Peter

I sit in the interrogation room fidgeting with my fingers as I am being questioned about the events from last night. I try to remember every detail of Roman's awful plan to blame the killings on the Sheriff and painting him in the bad light of being a perverse sex trafficker. The plan made me sick to my stomach accusing this man of such a heinous crime. The way Roman saw it though was clearing my name and Shelly's of the actual murders of the Sheriff and Christina. I can hear Roman's words echoing in my head over and over, "His reputation doesn't matter. He's dead" he had said harshly.

Lynda was unable to sit with me in my interrogation and since I am a minor, I need a lawyer present. I sit next to Destiny who wears a dusty suit she no doubt picked up from the second-hand store. She wears glasses and pulls out a brief case showing the men her certificate she got online or something stating that she is certified to represent me in this interrogation. I roll my eyes and cross my arms over my chest knowing this is a bad idea.

"Let's start from the beginning." One of the cops says, "What were you doing at the church in the first place?"

I let out a sigh but Destiny answers for me, "My client was invited on the premises by the owner of the property, Norman Godfrey. This was not trespassing and therefore, my client does not have to disclose his presence in the church."

"Jesus," I let out as I throw my head into the palms of my hands. I comb my fingers through my hair and look over at the two cops that interrogate me. "I was in the church because Christina Wendall was targeting me for the murders. There was a man hunt after me and I was going to skip town until it died down."

"Motion to strike that comment from the record!" Destiny chimes in.

"We aren't in a courtroom." The other cop says confusingly.

"Why would Ms. Wendall claim you were the culprit of these murders?" The cop continues.

I shrug, thinking about Roman's awful plan and how lying just makes it that much worse. "I don't know. Stockholm Syndrome shit?" I say quoting what Roman told me to say. "Christina was probably brainwashed by Sworn after he captured her. Must have convinced her to pin the killings on me." I tell them with a hoarse tone.

I look over at my cousin and she gives me a sad, but reassuring smile. She knows how much I hate this narrative. Sworn was a good man and to paint him in such a light doesn't feel right.

"Did you witness Sheriff Sworn shoot Shelly Godfrey with his shotgun?" One of them asks me.

I swallow hard at the memory of the scene as it plays out in my head. I see Christina taking form. I see myself turning against the moon, still aching from doing so. I remember fighting her, biting her, but I remember her overtaking me as the Vargulf's power is stronger. I remember Shelly grabbing the wolf, holding her over her head, and slamming the wolf down on her knee and breaking her back. The last thing I remember before losing my memory is Shelly towering over the naked young girl as a shot is heard in the church. Then everything went black. Roman told me that I snapped and attacked Sworn in my wolf form for shooting Shelly. He told me that I attacked the man and tore his throat into pieces. I don't remember the action and it gives me the chills knowing that the Vargulf in me took over.

"Yes." I simply say.

"And he told you what after that?"

"That he kidnapped the girls. Sold them as sex slaves. And then killed them." I say with my head down in shame.

"Did he admit to killing his daughters?"

I shrug my shoulders, "What does it matter? They are all dead."

"Just answer the question."

"Yes," I sigh, "He admitted to killing the girls for finding evidence of what he was doing." Evidence that Pryce was willingly planting in the innocent man's home. "Look," I say with a sigh as I look up at the two officers. "Shelly is at the institute, being treated for her wounds, and my girlfriend is about to give birth. I would like to go see my friends now. Respectively, if I am not under arrest, can I please go?" I ask them and the two look at each other back and forth.

Finally, one of them looks over at me and simply nods. I get up out of my seat and they escort Destiny and I out of the building. I look over at my cousin and she returns the look with a sad expression. "I am sorry, Peter." She says simply, knowing how much this lie is affecting me.

"Letha's having the baby." I tell her looking at my phone seeing the missed calls and texts.

"Oh," She says in a shocked tone. "This is happening!" She says with more excitement. "I can't believe this is happening!" I look down at my phone as my hand holds it shakily. My screen lights up as Roman calls me, but I ignore the call, knowing that I will see him soon. "Are you ready?" Destiny asks me and I find myself wanting to say no.

I enter the threshold of the Godfrey Institute, as I am instantly blinded by the brightly painted white walls. I head to the newly converted maternity ward where I see Peter sitting and waiting. He looks around uncomfortably, as he sits in the lobby by himself. He sees me enter the lobby and decompresses his tense shoulders at the site of me. I head over to him and sit down next to him.

"Did the police talk to you?" Roman asks me after an awkward pause.

"You mean did I feed them your shitty narrative?"

Roman frowns at me. "Look man, I know it was shitty to pin the blame on Sworn. But he shot Shelly and you mauled him. He was no longer alive to argue the facts. It is better this way." He says solemnly.

"Just doesn't seem right." I say to him sadly.

"I know. But this is the best way for us to move on. Letha can have her kid, you can have a family and move on. It was either this narrative, or the one where you were in jail." Roman says harshly. He digs around in his pockets and pulls out two Cuban Cigars. "Now let's celebrate." He says handing me the cigar.

"Nice touch." I tell him with a humorous scoff. I look around with a worried look on my eyes. "Can we smoke in here?" I ask him.

"I am going to own the place, who's going to stop us?" Roman says with a scoff. He lights his cigar, then lights mine for me. I take in the drag and feel myself relaxing for the first time since I can remember. I lean back in the contemporary couch as the leather rips at my movements.

"Uncle Roman…" Roman says with a sigh.

I find myself laughing at the absurdity of that phrase, "God help us." I let out with a laugh.

"How is Shelly doing?" I ask him, knowing that she is recovering from her wounds.

Roman lets out a puff of smoke and shakes his head. "She is recovering. Pryce won't let us visit her, says she needs to rest."

"She will be alright, man. Pryce knows what he is doing."

Roman looks off in the distance, consumed by his thoughts for a moment. "In the chapel… when you did what you did… how were you not afraid?" He asks me.

I think about smearing the bacon grease on my face and Christina mauling my face off, forcing me to turn into my wolf form against the moon. "I've never been more afraid of anything in my life." I let out. Roman looks at me with a concerned look and I turn to him, placing my hand on his shoulder. "I could have never don it if I hadn't had you there with me."

Roman lets out a laugh and I find myself doing the same. I take a hit of the cigar and Roman smiles. "Fucking Angels." He says and we both let out a laugh.

Clara

I walk into the threshold of Godfrey Industries. My sister has been watching the Godfrey family, evaluating their intentions before calling me in to assess them further. I walk around the facility, the bright florescent lights beaming against the cold bleak white walls. I remember reading somewhere that hospitals started painting their walls with different colors because the unwelcoming white made people go mad. I wonder if that is their intent at Godfrey industries.

I head towards the lower sector of the building. From my research, the experiments happen below the lobby. I head through a stairwell that smells overwhelmingly of cleaning chemicals. I cover my nose and head down the stairs.

I make my way down a long dimly lit corridor heading towards an evil I feel weighing on my heart with every step. I have never felt such a feeling before, and the idea that I will have to exterminate it brings chills down my spine.

I hear someone call out to me and I freeze in my stance. I look behind me to see a shorter Asian man in a doctor's white coat approaching me.

"Can I help you, miss?" He calls out to me. I look down at his nametag to see it read Dr. Pryce. I have read that he is responsible for the research at the institute and probably the source of dread that I am feeling.

"Uh…yeah" I begin nervously. "One of my girlfriends came here to get a bit of extra cash selling her blood." I let out a nervous chuckle. "I started to get some cramps and realized that it is… you know… that time of the month," I say to him and he becomes visibly uncomfortable, so I continue. "Which is such bad timing because I have the cutest lace underwear on, which is just going to ruin them. Not to mention the fact that I was going to wear when me and my babe decided to make the big move and—"

"The woman's restroom is in the lobby to the right of the receptionist's desk." He says uncomfortably stopping me from continuing my conversation.

"Oh, thank you so much!" I say convincingly. "You are a life saver."

He smiles at me uncomfortably as his name is called out on the intercom system, calling him to the maternity ward. "If you would please," He says walking me to the elevator. He leads me into the elevator and presses the L button for lobby and smiles at me, walking out of the elevator as the doors close between us.

I curse at myself as I am trapped in the elevator. I press the emergency stop button and run out of the elevator as soon as the doors open. I head down the stairs again and towards the maternity ward.

The feeling of dread continues as I head down the stairs and towards the source of overweighing evil. I take a deep breath as I hear the sound of a woman call out in pain. She calls out again as her laboring pains become more and more excruciating.

I let out an uneven breath as I contemplate my next move. It is clear the child will harbor evil. I can feel it and she hasn't even come to this world. I know what I must do, but the idea is hard for me to bring into motion.

I head down the hall where I see a small window in a door. I look through the window and see the small blonde-haired girl giving birth. Her face is sweat glistened and she looks pale and pained. Her eyes flash over to me and she looks at me confused with tangled brows. She looks at me with a pleading look and I return her with a sympathetic smile.

I take another uneven breath and decide that this is the best for everyone if this girl's child were not brought into this world. I exhale and let out my aura, closing my eyes as I am unable to watch my powers take effect. I hear the girl's cries intensify as my powers attack her.

"Code Omega. Code Omega. Maternity One. All available staff report." I hear the intercom call out as I continue to press my aura towards the girl as a tear falls down my face.

I open my eyes and see the girl pleading with me, knowing that I am causing her this pain. The look on her face is unbearable and I am unable to look onto her. I try to tell her that it is not her fault. That she is not the evil that I seek to exterminate, but the life that swells inside her.

Her eyes flutter and her cries fade. She looks away from me and the unmistakable look of death glazes over her eyes.

"Maternity One. Cancel Omega. Patient is deceased. Security clear the area."

I release my aura when I hear this and fall to my knees. I cradle my face and sob into the palms of my hands. I lean up against the wall that houses the innocent blonde girl. I press my head to the wall, looking up at the blinding white light, questioning how this is the right way. I have just killed an innocent girl. I try to remind myself that this is for the better, and that the life she carried would have caused thousands of innocent lives. But all I can think about is the one innocent life that was lost today. I take a deep breath trying to compose myself and try to remind myself that this is for the best.

Roman

I couldn't see Peter's face when they called it. The look of confusion and pain made me sick. It made what I heard real.

I moved away from him and headed down to the lab where I knew that coward Pryce would be.

I come stomping into the lab towards the cowardly man as he looks disheveled in the corner of the lab. "What the fuck did you do to her in there?" I call out to him pressing my finger up to him.

"I have already been attacked by one Godfrey man today," Pryce says defeatedly, "I would rather not go through this again."

"You said this would be simple. You said you had this handled." I say to him, approaching him threateningly.

"She had an embolism. There was nothing I could do." He returns sternly.

"Fix this." I say to him angrily. "You are going to fix this!" I yell at him.

He looks away from me and his eyes follow someone behind me. I look behind me to see my mother holding the bloody stillborn child. My eyes widen at the site and she coddles the body and sings to it as if it were alive.

"Mother," I stagger away from the site. "What are you doing?"

"Such a shame," she says frowning at the baby. "She was such a beautiful creature, bore from innocence, she holds no deformities."

"What the fuck is going on?" I say shockingly.

She places the body down on a table, her white dress covered in blood. She approaches me slowly and comfortingly. "You did so well, my sweet boy." She says in a reassuring voice. She approaches me and grabs my face with her bloodstained hands. "Remember," she commands me and as she does her pupils dilate and a flood of memories overflow into my mind.

I see myself coming to Letha as the Angel. I see myself forcing myself on her. I hear her cries, I feel her pushing me away from her. I hear her begging me to stop. I feel myself penetrate her as she gasps in pain below me. She lets out a cry of help and the vision is too overwhelming to bare. I close my eyes and the vision shifts to the girl from my class Ashley. Her same cries for help. The same begging me to stop as she calls out to me, telling me that I am ugly.

I shake the visions from my head. "What the fuck!" I call out to her. "Get the fuck out of my head!" I command from her. "It's not true. That is not how it happened!" I yell at her.

"My beautiful boy." She sooths, "my beautiful strong boy."

I look away from her to Pryce who looks disgusted and ashamed of me. "What did you do to me?" I ask my mother. "You drugged me." I accuse her.

"No, my love." She says to me. "This is who we are." She says with a proud smile. "For God did not spare angels when they sinned, but cast them into hell and committed them to chains of gloomy darkness to be kept until the judgment."

"Stay away from me, you fucking psychopath! You're fucking insane."

"Think hard my son," she continues in her calm demeanor. "Your insatiable appetite for women. Your inability to control your sexual urges. Their unexplainable urges to have you lie upon them."

"What are you saying?" I say in between clenched teeth with tears falling down my cheeks.

"You have always been so special. My special beautiful boy."

"What the fuck am I?" I yell at her knowing that there has always been something different about me. The way that Peter looks at me. My ability to persuade others. I look at my mother and I give her the same eyes as I give those who I demand something from. I feel the blood trickling from my nose as I ask her one more time. "What am I?"

She smiles at me as if she is proud of me. "My dear boy." She places her hand on my cheek. "You are an incubus as I am a succubus, and with my help, I will show you to control your urges."