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You'll need me and we can be obsessed
And I can touch your hair and taste your skin
The ghosts won't matter 'cause we'll hide in sin

-Kyla La Grange : Vampire Smile


Renegades

The Angel

Withdrawal


"You did what?" Soraya turned on him so fast he heard something snap. Roman rolled his eyes as he continued to undress, letting her pace the length of the bathroom. "You told me you had a hangover, so naturally, as the compassionate and loving person I am, I took Shelly to that bullshit-hell-pit memorial service." Soraya stopped before his near naked frame.

"Yeah, a real saint." His brows furrowed in false sympathy. A sentence that, if not for his pounding head, he never would have said aloud.

Soraya stopped her pacing to strut over to him. There was a calm fury under her features, one) for mocking her, and two) for just dropping the bomb he had accused Peter Rumancek of murder before casually walking away.

Anyone who knew Soraya Harman knew that she was like the eye of a storm in her anger.

She was her calmest before she became her most destructive...

"Sweat, cum, blood, spit." She counted off on her fingertips before closing them into a fist and diving it into his chest. "You know those are the only bodily fluids I accept near me." She seethed before her voice entered that pitch that only most dogs could hear. "SNOT! I had people get their fucking snot on me, Roman!"

There were only three things in life that made Soraya nauseous. The color orange, teeth being pulled, and the runny substance that was currently on her (now burned) shirt shoulders. Knowing this, Roman couldn't help but chuckle. "Don't you fucking laugh!" She grabbed his discarded shoe and threw it back at him.

"Alright!" He yelled back, stepping into the shower. While he may have lied about his hangover before, his current migraine was very real. Wetting his hair, Roman let his head rest against the cool tiled wall as Soraya continued ranting about having to suffer through crying and sniffling and the disgusting runny noses that attacked her with their Boa like hugs and sniveling sympathies. "I mean, I only fucked her once. They act like I'm her -" Soraya stopped her tirade when she saw the disastrous state Roman was in. Shit...

His face was pinched with pain and his eyes twisted shut. Softening her voice she sat on the counter right outside the glass walled shower. She was too angry and curious to step in and offer his usual stress relief, but not angry enough to make him hurt more. With a softer voice she asked him to go over what exactly happened.

"I told you." He sighed, running his hands through his wet hair.

"No, you told me you found Peter at the playhouse and even though he denied it you think he knows who killed her. I feel you've left out a lot of the story." Soraya began to draw pictures on the fogging mirror. "And speaking of holding back, what is this bullshit your mother's questioning me about Brooke."

Roman looked through the fogged glass to her shape. "What'd you tell her?"

"Same thing you did, of course. Lied and said we didn't know her. But why?"

"My mother doesn't need to know shit." He finalized that part of the discussion. Beginning to wash his hair he changed the conversation to something he knew she would like. Herself. "He asked about you."

"Did he?" There was a distinguishable tone of excitement that she was attempting to hide. Failing, but attempting all the same.

"He asked about Shelly too..."

"Shelly's not trying to fuck him." She huffed under her breath as she picked at his discarded Jacket. Maroon was smudged on the dark blue cuff, catching her attention. Yet another bad nose bleed, she guessed.

He got them often when he used his talent. Talent, trick, superpower. Neither quite knew what to call it. All they knew was that he could look into someones eyes, suggest something, and they'd do it. He didn't do it often, did it even less when he started getting nosebleeds, but other than a few exceptions, there didn't seem to be a single person that could resist one of Roman's suggestions when his green orbs were locked with theirs.

Soraya herself happened to be such exception. Probably one of the reasons Roman liked her so much. When he looked into her eyes and asks if she wanted to do something, her response of yes was always genuine. Roman didn't have a lot of that in his life. The curse of being powerful, rich, and handsome she supposed...

"Really, you used your Jedi mind trick on them?" She spit on the cuff, rubbing the saliva into it in an attempt to undo the stain.

"I told you I took care of them, didn't I?" He spared her a peek.

"In front of Peter?" Roman didn't comment. The absence of an answer, answer enough. "Jesus fucking Christ! Ro...what the fuck?!"

"The cops wouldn't fuck off. I didn't have a choice!"

"Hey, Ro, one way to avoid having to explain you presence at a murder scene is by not going to the fucking murder scene!" She yelled at him.

"And what did Peter do when he saw you?"

"Ran off." Roman shrugged. Turned off the shower, he took the towel Soraya tossed him.

"No, shit. It would creeped me out too."

"Says the crazy bitch who set herself on fire." He retorted.

"Hey! I didn't set myself on fire, asshat. I walked into a fire already lit."

"Wasn't any less traumatizing!" He scoffed back.

"Didn't stop you from fucking me against the tree." Her voice softened, a little smile gracing her features as her hungry eye scanned over his wet body. Roman gave his own eye roll, as he continued to wipe the towel over his skin. As her little fingers danced over his shoulders, not even he could stop from smiling. "Mmm, remember that tree? The splinters in my back were worth it." Her hands stroked down his arms, stopping at his hands and making him drop the towel.

His wet hair covered his face as he looked down at her kissing his chest, lower and lower until she feel to her knees. He brushed back the hair from his face, eyes closing in pleasure as he felt her lips encase his tip.

If she wanted a repeat of the tree, he'd be sure to give it to her...


"Fuck. Oh fuck." Soraya threaded her hands through Roman's damp hair, scratching lightly at his scalp when all she wanted to do was tear at it.

Roman Godfrey had few natural god given talents. Thankfully eating pussy was one. His lips enclosed over her clit, softly sucking it as his tongue ran over the pink pearl. Soraya's hips bucked, her hands tightening their grip on the silky strands while he continued his ministration. He was a heaven sent sociopath, she had decided. Bringing her to the edge but backing off at the slightest sign of her climax. His nimble fingers slid deep, curling as he stroked in and out of her wet heat. His other hand was preoccupied with her breast, gentle messaging the flesh and tweaking the nipple every time she cursed at him.

The evil son of a bitch.

"Shit!" She groaned when he backed off for the third time, his fingers stilling as he placed kisses over her inner thighs and mound. "Fuck, please, Roman!" The way she said his name like that, it sent shivers down his spine. Soraya's voice cracked and raised to the point it squeaked. Deciding she'd have enough, this time Roman didn't let up, his lips and tongue moving in synch as his hands continued to massage her breast. Fucking magic fingers he had. Her body tensed and convulsed, finally reaching her long awaited end.

"You're cute when you beg." Her mumbled as he kissed his way up her still trembling body.

"Asshole." She huffed, wrapping her legs around his hips. His fingers wrapped around her wrists, pinning them above her head as he entered her with ease. Soraya gave out little whimpers that made him grin against her damp skin, his second release of that night coming faster then he'd thought as she muttered his name incoherently like a prayer.

It was really more of a curse.

The headboard gently hit the wall, the force of his thrusts intensifying. And for their second time that night they were reduced to shaky limps and weak muscles. Roman relished in the feeling of her wet walls tightening around him, milking him for all he was worth, he felt it only enhance his own sensation. Roman's forehead collapsed into the pillow besides her head, knowing she didn't mind his weight on her. There was a small stretch of silence between them, the huffing and puffing of breath the only thing exchanged between them as she ran her nails over his back and through his hair. Roman was becoming drowsier and thus heavier. Soraya hit his ass for him to roll over. She liked the weight of a person stretched over her, the dead weight of a person not so much...

Running her hands over her face, Soraya took a minute to calm herself, the cool air from the room hitting her bare skin like a bucket of ice water.

The smell of a lit cigarette hit her nose.

"Winston?" She peaked from between her fingers at the cigarette held out inches from her face.

"Full flavor." He assured. Tossing the box over to her.

A grin lit up Soraya's face, eagerly taking the nicotine as she rolled into him. Roman's arm easily found it's place around her. "Where the fuck did you get this?"

Hemlock Grove left a lot to be desired, but the one thing she took as a personal affront was the fact not a single fucking shop seemed to sell her preferred brand of smokes.

"Had Harold look for them."

"Harold! Why didn't I think of that?" She tisked herself. Harold had access and connections to all kind of shit. Cigarettes just seemed too small a pie for him to have his fingers in to as well.

A satisfied silence overcame them as they smoked. However, while Soraya was in a state of content bliss, Roman's mind was turning.

Soraya was...comfortable. Relaxing even. When she ran her hands through his hair, when he smelt her fragrant skin, when she smirked at him…it calmed him in a way other people just couldn't. The idea he'd be without that, even for a short time, made his face itch.

Soraya had this little rule. When she found a new interest she always put a hold on their fling till she tired of the new toy. She encouraged Roman to abide by this same rule every once and awhile. But while Soraya could last weeks with a new fling, Roman found himself surprised if he lasted weekends. His own secrecy about his fetishes making it impossible to seek the satisfaction he did with her. Luckily it was a simple truth that Soraya Harman's interest was not easily kept...

The idea it'd be months longer before he felt this way again had him scratching at his neck.

Cigarette finished, Soraya placed a grateful kiss to his shoulder before rolling away. Roman watched as she sat up and stretched. He was had always been entranced by the muscles and curves of her form. His fingers skimmed over her back, following from one sparse mole to the other. Sitting up, his lips pressed gentle kisses along the skin as his hand slid over her shoulder and pulled her back to his chest. Pinched her chin he turned her head, lips met hers in a lazy yet bruising kiss. Possessive...

Soraya wrangled out of his embrace, gently nudging him to lay back on his elbows.

"How long?" He looked over the curves of her.

Roman didn't need to clarify on what he meant. "Weeks, maybe a couple months." She shrugged, brushing her hair back. "Hopefully I can get a least a few months out of him." She smiled at him over her shoulder, the curves of her lips relaxing when she notices him blowing smoke rings.

Eyes scanning over his angular face, she notices a distinct unpleasantness underlying there. Whatever it was sent a pang of guilt through her center, so with a reassuring smile she grabbed his tightly pinched face in her hands and reminded him of yet another simple truth. "Don't I always come back to you?" Her nose ran down the slope of his, the cartilage bending together as she placed a firm kiss to his lips.

Soraya rolled away once more and this time Roman didn't try and stop her. Sitting up, he shuffled back to the headboard. As he watched her step into the shower, he couldn't help but wonder why this time it felt different...


Months passed with no new answers or leads in the Bluebell killing. As time passed, the sleepy town of Hemlock Grove once more took on it's usual cycle. Everything was returning to normal. Well almost everything...

The mid October afternoon was surprisingly pleasant at the Hemlock Grove country club. While the pool was a bit to chilled for most people's taste, it was perfectly refreshing to Soraya. Doing a few laps in the outside pool, Soraya loved the feel of the cold water on her usually warm feeling skin. Red small red bikini caught the attention of many sitting around the upper deck eating lunch. Stopping for a sip of water, she noticed a giant figure waving at her.

Motioning to Shelly she'd be right up, she did once last lap back to her sunglasses and towel before heading up. Roman met her at the bottom of the stairs, his green eyes narrowed, and his lips turned up in a lecherous grin as he looked her up and down. The bikini was doing little to hide her figure and curves.

"Love the color." He commented as she dried her hair. The dark red color matching the matte stain on her lips and made her skin seem paler than it was. The blood red color was doing something for him.

"You should. I bought you a sweater in the same shade." She led him up the stairs to the dining deck. Behind her, Roman grimaced, never really one for colors that drew attention.

"I don't know why I expected you to dress civilly for a meal." Olivia commented after sparing her a single glance. Soraya gave her a finger as she laid down the towel over the plush chair, taking a seat between the bitch of the ball and her son.

"I think you get off on the disappointment."

"Twit."

"Bitch."

Their friendly mutual hatred was interrupted by the arrival of the waitress. Jenny, one of their usual servers and a favorite of the teens, exchanged friendly smiles with all. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Godfrey, what I help you with today?" Roman's mother placed her order, quick, and sharp, with no room for misunderstanding or friendly banter. Roman, as per usual engaged in light flirtation with the waitress before finally placing his order, Jenny then turnign her attention to Shelly. Her cloth wrapped hands ran over the menu before stopping and tapping at what she wanted.

"Is that what you want, honey? Salad?"

Olivia was quick to correct the girl. "No, no. Her usual will be quite satisfactory."

Soraya and Roman exchanged glances with each other and then with the women, expecting Shelly to silently pout as Olivia tried to ignore it. They were pleasantly surprised when after a moment of silence, Shelly stared straight at her mother and forcefully tapped the menu again. Her vocal cords strained in her throat, a frustrated groan escaping as her way of arguing.

"Darling, you must eat your meat." Olivia could smile and whisper all she wanted but the controlling undertone was still unmistakable. A tension filled the table and Roman took it upon himself to break it.

"If you're that worried, Soraya could show her how. I know first hand she has a taste for it." Jenny tried to cover a smirk at the off-colored remark. Soraya straightened a single finger from her grip on the menu, her own smirk furthering to make Olivia more cross.

"Oh, now, she's just thinking about her figure. All those cute boys in high school." Jenny rubbed Shelly's shoulder affectionately. If Jenny had seen the look in the mother's eyes, she wouldn't be so quick to smile.

"Her usual will be quite satisfactory." She strained. Shelly closed a fist and banged it on the table, making Soraya put down her menu and her mother flinch in her seat.

Born mute, Shelly tried to open her mouth, willing the words of rebellion Soraya could see dancing behind her eyes to come out for the world to hear. Instead, the under developed chords let out another weaker groan, her parted mouth letting out a trail of drool.

Roman looked at his sister with such compassion and pride, taking his napkin he reached over and gently whipped the line of saliva from her mouth. With a wink he sat back, and Shelly couldn't help but feel more confident and empowered as she saw two of the most important people to her gaze at her with beaming pride. Her mother backed down, literally and figuratively, as she sat back in her seat.

Wanting to end this ridiculous yet oh so important fight, Soraya handed over her menu and had the final say. "She'll have the salad. I'll have the steak." Glancing at Roman she smiled in mischief. "I should stalk up on meat, I don't think I'll be having it for a while."

The spoon Roman had been twirling between his fingers stopped. His proud smirk turning into a defeated smile.

He had a feeling there was no escaping that sweater now...


Never one for schoolwork, Roman was actually surprised when they stepped into their Chemistry lab and Soraya nearly glowed. Truth was she was more of doer then a listener, and with Senior Chemistry came an entire lab of fun goodies to touch and fiddle with. Engrossed with her experiment, she was oblivious to one Peter Rumancek's gaze.

The gypsy boy had been good keeping his distance from the two of them, but the classes they had together were un-ignorable. Another thing he couldn't ignore? Soraya Harman.

She festered in his head like an infection. Weeks of smiles in passing, coy brushes in the crowded halls, stretching and bending and just being near him piled up in his head until he found himself unable to keep his gaze from searching her out.

Settled across the room, his partner happily ignored his existence, as he continued to haphazardly take notes and watch Soraya.

There was an adorable joyfulness on her face as she fiddled with the supplies, a stark contrast to her board and nearly unresponsive partner.

Roman doodled on the sheet of paper before him, head rest on his fisted hand as he let Soraya do her thing. The teacher sat at the front of the class, letting the children copy notes from the textbooks and do the recommended example experiments as he continued his eBay bid. His disregard for the class left it in mild anarchy, most of the partners separating and switching to talk to their friends in small huddles.

Standing on her tips toes, Soraya's short skirt ride up, exposing more of the lose fishnet stalkings that decorated her legs. Roman's attention was caught by a passing cheerleader walking by their table for the sixth time in ten minutes. Following the forced sway of her hips he caught sight of Peter's trance-like state. The gypsy boy didn't seem to notice he was being stared at back, too focused on Soraya's light sway as she focused.

Don't ask him why he did it. Even if he knew he'd never admit it. Seeing Peter's continuous glances at her Roman lower his hand to the back of Soraya's calf and slowly began moving it upwards. Her standing position besides his sitting one, made it easy to discreetly play with her in the near empty back of the class. For a while, Peter showed no signs of noticing until she bit her pierced lip in an effort not to hum. Wondering what made her face change, he looked down to find Roman's hand disappeared under the high skirt. The gentle movement of his arm was all Peter needed to know. Face feeling warm, he redirected his concentration on his text book.

It wasn't until she cleared her throat and asked to use the bathroom that he had the nerve to look up again. Whatever he was expecting, meeting Roman Godfrey's stare was not it. Peter's jaw ticked as he ground his teeth, the Upir not moving his gaze as he too asked to use the restroom a few minutes later.

He had a feeling he had just been warned.

At this point he was pretty sure Soraya Harman was going to get him killed.

Peter drummed his pencil against his notebook picture all the way it might very well be worth it...


Roman didn't have to look far to find just where exactly Soraya had snuck off to. In the empty hallway only one door remained ajar. Slipping into the abandoned classroom, he had only a moment to close the door behind him before she was tearing at his stupid red sweater. "Don't ever do that again." She glowered, lifting the sweater and undershirt from his body.

"You fucking love it." He smirked, clearing the wooden desk in one swoop of the arms. She loved the added thrill of being caught...

"Fingering me in class? No problem." She removed her shirt, Roman lifting her up to the desk and crawling up after her. Plush lips trailing her body, he grabbed his hair and roughly jerked it back. "Trying to fucking claim me? Don't. Ever." She added, running her sharp nails roughly down his chest. Roman flinched just lightly as she released his hair. Obviously she wasn't nearly as assignment focused as she led him to believe.

Roman pulled down her stockings as she undid his belt and pants. She bit at his shoulder, scraping her teeth and nails against his flesh in punishment as he entered her rough and hard. His fingers stroking over the seam of her panties had left her wet enough. There were no gentle touches, and sweet kisses. It was hard and fast, teeth meeting teeth and nails meeting flesh. They held nothing back. The desk screeched gently against the floor as the sound of flesh quickly hitting together coupled with moaning and gasping filled the empty room.

As the bell rang overhead, Soraya quickly reassured him the class had been canceled and not to dare stop now.

As the hallway filled with busy footsteps and chatter, only one student heard the ruckus happening inside. A woman's loud moan made the boy stop in his tracks. The sound continuing for a few moments longer before the room went still. Peter tried to look inconspicuous as he looked around the barley populated hallway. The door was swung open before he could decide what to do.

Soraya came face to face with Peter as she brushed back her hair. He seemed just as surprised as she was, but unlike him, she recovered quickly. Eyes lowering to a smolder, and lips turning into a smirk, she gently cupped his face as she passed. "Morning, blue eyes." Her hand lingered, pulling his attention after her as she walked away.

Roman passed by of his peripheral vision, head turning to glance at him over his shoulder before continuing back to class.

Yeah. She was definitely going to kill him...


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I know this wasn't my strongest chapter yet but it set up the next one so it had to be done. :) Thank you to the newbies and the veterans of this story (especially my usual fab four), your reviews and alerts keep this story going! Up next we finally get to know Soraya's back story and get some sexy Seter time! (Sadly this means the end of Romaya smut for now. :/).

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