Irish Hemlock

By Anastacia Lynn

Chapter One

Disclaimer: I do not own Hemlock Grove or any of its characters. I do own Guinevere (Gwen) O'Malley.

Never watch Carrie, the original 1976 version, followed by a binge of season one of Hemlock Grove. You end up with an idea for a fanfic with an original character with a similar upbringing as Carrie falling for the sleepy-eyed Upir known as Roman Godfrey. The story will follow season one pretty close, but will stray with season two. I wasn't fond of Miranda's character, her reaction to Roman and Peter's supernatural abilities was too whiney. And the way season three ended just sucked. So don't be surprised if I disregard season three entirely.

Gwen walked down the sidewalk of one of the many streets in Hemlock Grove, Pennsylvania. She had just passed The Nutty Chocolatier, the local candy store, when she heard quiet noises in the parking lot out back. Her curiosity got the better of her and she wandered behind the buildings to see what it was she was hearing.

There was only one car in the whole parking lot; a 1959 Jaguar XK150S Roadster, Roman Godfrey's car. There in the front seat was Roman Godfrey, himself, only there was a woman sitting on his lap. She was topless and facing him while bouncing up and down. Roman's eyes were looking down at his lap when suddenly, as if sensing he was being watched, he looked up and over the woman's shoulder directly at Gwen. Meeting her eyes, Roman smiled and winked causing Gwen to blush and scurry away.

The prostitute had just left and Roman still sat in his car thinking about who he had seen while he was fulfilling one of his fantasies. It was shear good fortune that little miss innocent had happened by his car during his tryst. Guinevere O'Malley had caught his attention during the last school year when he overheard her and his cousin, Letha, talking about something or another. It was the first time Roman had really looked at her, Gwen that is, and he liked what he saw.

It was obvious to anyone that the girl was a virgin. Her innocence bled from every pore. She wore shirts with high necklines and either short or long sleeves; never sleeveless or spaghetti straps. She always wore skirts that never once went higher than her knee. The girl's overly religious grandmother refused to allow her granddaughter to wear anything that showed the slightest bit of skin. The old woman probably thought these clothes would somehow keep the granddaughter's male classmates from having any interest in the girl. Sadly, the granny was mistaken. It seemed the more Gwen covered, the more the boys, Roman included, wanted to see what she covered. It was just too much of a challenge for them to resist.

The old fashioned clothes couldn't, however, hide how beautiful the girl was. She had strawberry blond hair that was of mix of blond, auburn, and ginger strands that blended to create a masterpiece of color that flowed down the girls back. Her skin was a perfect porcelain without a single freckle, and her eyes were a striking ivy.

The clothes also didn't completely hide the teen's curves. Roman could easily imagine what the girl looked like without her prudish outfits. The thought alone had his erection renewed.

But, what intrigued Roman the most happened two months after Gwen had caught his interest.

Roman had tried several times over the past two months to flirt with Gwen with little to no results. He first tried offering her a ride home and she merely replied that she knew what he did with the girls he gave rides to and she wasn't going to be anyone's conquest. He was slightly shocked, but she wasn't the first to play hard to get. They usually gave in by the second or third try. But not Gwen!

Finally, Roman had grown tired of her refusals. He planned on using his power to compel her into sleeping with him. So, he cornered her at her locker one day and stared her right in the eye. "Come with me to the janitor's closet," he commanded, "when we get there you'll take off your clothes and suck my cock."

Gwen didn't even blink before slapping him in the face. "I don't know what kind of girl you think I am, but I will not be one of the notches you place on your bedpost."

That was the first and only time he hadn't been able to mesmerize someone, and it made him all the more eager to have her. It was now a matter of pride.

Gwen had just made it across the street when she heard the shrill voice of her fanatically religious grandmother.

"Guinevere! Where have you been, you awful sinner?" The old woman was yelling from the driver's seat of her run down 1953 Austin A40.

"Nowhere, Nana," Gwen tried to assure her. "I was just taking a walk."

"Liar!" her grandmother screamed, "I can see the blush on your face, you little harlot. You were probably off kissing and groping some boy."

"No, Nana, I swear I was just walking. I wasn't with any boy."

"I don't believe you. Get in this car young lady, we're going home and you can once again learn what happens to girls who act like whores."

Gwen got into the car with a sad look. She knew that when she got home her grandmother would get the thin cane from the closet and give her a fair amount of lashes for this perceived indiscretion.

As Gwen rode in the car she thought back to what she saw in the parking lot. The truth was, she felt a bit of jealousy towards the woman in Roman's car. She'd had a crush on Roman Godfrey since freshman year, but knew it was nothing more than a hopeless fantasy. Roman didn't "date" and he didn't have "girlfriends". His relationships were simply sex and nothing more. What Gwen wanted was something deeper, more real, and that wasn't what Roman would be willing to give her.

What bothered her more were the dreams she'd been having. Ever since the day Roman had tried to get her to go into the janitor's closet with him she had a strange reoccurring dream.

Gwen was in a room with green walls and a full sized bed with a dark wood frame and silk sheet that were striped with two different colors of green. She was lying on the bed, on her back and Roman Godfrey was on top of her. It always took her a moment to get her bearings and realize that both she and Roman were naked and that Roman was thrusting his penis in and out of her vagina.

Once Gwen became aware of her surroundings, as well as her and her partner's nudity, she became aware of the pleasure resulting from Roman's member moving in and out of her. He was slow and gentle at first, but soon he began to speed up and his thrusts became harder as well. The pleasure increased in equal proportions to the increase in Roman's vigor and soon she was writhing and moaning. Soon the pleasure plateaued and Gwen reached her peak.

As the pleasure began to slowly ebb down, Gwen saw Roman rear his head back has his jaw stretched abnormally wide before he sunk his teeth in the side of Gwen's throat. As the blood began to flow into Roman's mouth and on to the bed, Gwen felt Roman's orgasm just before waking up.

Gwen held back a shiver, even after waking she could still feel Ronan's teeth ripping in to her skin, as well as the aftershocks of her nocturnal orgasm caused by the dream.

Hours later, Gwen sat on her bed, on her stomach so as not to not aggravate the wounds now on her back. She wished her grandmother was nicer and trusted that Gwen was a good person. But the truth was Gwen always seemed to be nothing more than a walking sin, as far as her grandmother was concerned. Nana Katherine had hated Guinevere's mother. A German atheist; Giselle Schneider was tall blonde and blue eyed. She often looked like one of those actresses from the Hollywood golden age. Gwen still had a picture of her parents that was taken on their wedding day. She had to keep it hidden, unless her grandmother were to burn it like she did all the other photos of Gwen's mother. Katherine had always believed that her son, Eidan, should have married a good catholic girl, and never forgave him for choosing the "German *Slapper".

Gwen parents had died in a car crash when Gwen was four years old. Also in the car was her baby brother fresh from the hospital. The car's breaks had failed and the car crashed into the back of a truck carrying long steel pipes, which as a result of the crash had impaled both her parents. Worse still another car rear ended theirs and her brother baby seat was crushed.

After their deaths Gwen was sent to live with her grandparents in Manhattan. Things were fine while her grandda had been alive, he kept Gwen shielded from "Katie-lass" and her religious zeal. But once grandda's heart attack took his life, three years after Gwen's parent's deaths, there was no one to protect Gwen from Katherine's fury. And everything Gwen did, even breathing, was a foul sin in Nana Katherine's eyes.

It was the last day of eighth grade when Gwen, at thirteen**, finally tried to tell someone, her favorite music teacher, what her Nana was doing to her. The teacher went to the authorities, but before they could come and investigate the claims, Nana Katherine had whisked herself and Gwen to Hemlock Groves. Gwen learned from that day to just take the canings and stay quiet; it was over quicker that way.

Gwen drifted off to sleep, hoping and dreading she'd have one of her dreams again.

A few hours later at the Godfrey mansion, Roman awoke from his own dream. It was strange, but he could still taste the spicy flavor of Gwen's blood on his tongue…

For those of you who read my other fanfic, The Orphan, I haven't abandoned it. I just took a step back to gather my thoughts and hopefully will have chapter five up in the next couple weeks. Until then here's a fanfiction about my new Netflix obsession, Hemlock Grove.

*Slapper: Irish slang for a promiscuous young lady

**Gwen skipped a grade in elementary school making her a year younger than Roman and Peter.