Author's Note: This story will be a series of drabbles and short chapters based off characters from Netflix's Hemlock Grove. I don't own Netflix, Hemlock Grove, or the characters. This was written for entertainment only
Warning: This story will contain subject matter in which some readers may find offensive. It will have some content that you may find upsetting or disturbing. Please read at your own risk!
Also, this story is AU and starts off at the ending of Season I with a few variations. It isn't exactly like canon. This is my spin on the tale. There will be several pairings. Happy reading!
~*~Chapter One~*~
Roman rushed up the steps to the attic, crushing the fabric against his chest. He had to clean the mess up, but he didn't know how. So much blood. It stained the walls and the floor of the once beautiful room which had been his sister's.
Shelley. His Shelley; his sweet, disfigured sister. She was lost to him now, too.
*I must make my heart steel,* he was thinking as he entered the attic and stood over the still, fallen form of his mother.
So much blood. It appeared she was bathed in it. He dropped the bedspread he'd been holding against his chest. Wordlessly, he wrapped her in it. So much blood; but not all of it was hers.
After he had his mother wrapped tight in the bedspread, he walked down two flights of stairs and carried her outside to his car. He dropped her lifeless body into the trunk. As he closed the trunk, one thought kept whispering through his mind. *I must make my heart steel.* That's what Shelley had said.
He climbed behind the wheel of the car and drove several blocks to the Godfrey Institute. As he gazed up at the great white tower, he felt tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. He hadn't cried since his mother had told him the news. He wouldn't cry now. His heart felt like cold, unbreakable steel. Nothing could shatter it now. Nothing at all.
He lifted his mother's body from the trunk of the car and carried it up the steep steps to the double glass doors. A couple of the guards met him in the foyer. "Mr. Godfrey, what-?" one of them asked.
"Go get Dr. Pryce. Now," Roman demanded.
"I don't think..."
"Just do it!" Roman yelled urgently.
The guards didn't argue. One rushed off for a gurney and the other summoned Dr. Pryce. Mere minutes later, Dr. Pryce had arrived in the foyer.
"What's this?" he asked as he looked at Olivia's pale, lifeless body as it lay upon the gurney.
"My mother," Roman said as he stated the obvious. "She's dead. And I need you to properly dispose of her."
"Wh - what happened?" the doctor asked with caution.
"She finally met her bitter end. Now just take care of her. I never wanna see her again," Roman spoke.
He then glanced over at the elevator, contemplating fourteen stories above; the maternity ward. The sudden urge to say goodbye caused a terrible lump to grow inside his throat. If he could just hold her in his arms once more... if he could just tell her he was sorry...
But no. She was gone now... and he had to go. He had to find Norman. Yes, he had to speak to Norman now. He had so much to tell him. "I gotta go," said Roman as he turned on his heel. "Take care of her."
He rushed out the double doors and headed down the steps to his car. He slid behind the wheel as a single tear rushed down his cheek. He wiped it away with anger. After all, he had a heart made of steel.
~*~o~*~
Dr. Pryce stared at the body of Olivia Godfrey as it lay cold and lifeless upon the gurney. "What will we do with her?" asked one of the guards.
It had been a busy night at the Institute. The double doors had opened and closed many times during the course of the night. Now, in the wee hours of the morning, Dr. Pryce was dead on his feet. It had all started with the loss of a dear, sweet patient. He had done everything to save the girl, but she had perished at his hands.
*You can't save them all,* he thought as he looked at the body of Olivia Godfrey.
"Take her upstairs," he said to the guards. "We'll certainly make room for this one."
~*~o~*~
Roman sat in the car, his head in his hands as the sun was rising. *I've got to find Norman,* he was thinking. As he started his vehicle, his cell phone rang.
He reached for his phone and brought it to his ear. "What do you want?" he asked as he knew it was Peter on the other end.
"Roman, I need you over here. It's important," Peter said urgently.
"What's important?" Roman asked. "I can't come over now. I have to find find Norman. I need to talk to him."
"No, you have to get over here."
"What's this about?" Roman demanded.
"It's about Letha. Get over here... NOW."
With those words, Peter had ended the call. Roman sat there staring at his phone as the sun rose in the sky. His heart was bleeding. Perhaps there was a crack in his heart of steel after all.
