Disclaimer: I do not own Hemlock Grove or any of the characters. I only own my OC.

A/N: I recently got a job from eight in the morning to four in the afternoon and I am just ugh...I am not a people person. Way too stressful. Anyways, that's why I am late on my update. I get home late and by then I am just tired. I apologize for this chapter being so short, and I promise to make the next one longer. I do however think this chapter is interesting. It focuses more on Peter and especially Roman. I'm starting to realize how much I'm enjoying writing from Roman's POV. He's creepy, but I mean come on...he's Roman...LOL. Anyways, I hope this chapter is enough for now.

P.S. There's supposed to be a new trailer for the movie IT. I think it comes out next week. Ahhh, I'm excited to watch it but can it be September already? My anticipation is beyond the roof.

"All extremes of feeling are allied with madness." ― Virginia Woolf

Chapter 4: Always

It was now late into the evening. The sun was just about to set and from outside the sounds of crickets began to fill up the air.

Peter and his mom were inside their trailer sitting around the kitchen table. They were enjoying their simple dinner meal. For the most part the dinner conversation between them had been lighthearted and simple, but silence was now making its way. Never really the one for silence, Peter figured this would be the best time to ask how his mom's day had been.

"So how was your day today?" Peter asked wanting to make conversation with his mom. He was already almost done with his meal, but wasn't really up for eating whatever was left. So to pass time he just moved his fork back and forth on his plate.

"Surprisingly well." Lynda answered back to her son after finishing the piece of food she had. "I finally got to talk to one of our neighbors today." That had made Peter look up from his plate and directed his gaze onto her. "Agatha, the older lady. I went in to her book shop. Very interesting stuff in there."

"I talked to both of them." Peter suddenly said to his mom.

Lynda gave him a small surprised look. "Really?"

"Yeah, when I walked Imogen back to her place after school. Her grandmother Agatha seems nice."

"Yes, I got that impression when meeting her today." Lynda replied, agreeing with her son. She became puzzled. "Imogen? That's the girl's name and you walked her home?"

Peter nodded his head. "Yeah."

Lynda smiled at how nice her son was. "Well, that was a kind thing to do." Her voice then turned serious. "So you guys talked? Did the topic of why she screamed in the middle of the night come up?" Lynda decided to ask him. She knew it was a invasive question but she had wanted to know. When Imogen had screamed in the middle of the night it certainly left a surprised impact on her. For such a timid looking girl, she sure had a set of lungs.

"No, I didn't find myself asking her why. I thought that asking her such a personal question would frighten her. She's already shy enough." Peter told his mom as he continued moved around the food on his plate.

Lynda sighed. "She does seem to be on the reserved side of the spectrum."

Peter shrugged his shoulders not at all bothered by that. "I like her." He nonchalantly admitted. Lynda gave him an amused look. Peter rolled his eyes at his mom's assumption. "Not like that."

"It's okay if you do. I wouldn't blame you. Sure she could use a good brushing of the hair but I've managed to catch a glimpse of her and looked passed that. She's pretty." The smile Lynda had then fell a little. "But she wears a lot of clothes. Kind of over does it. It makes me wonder why."

Peter was as curious as to why Imogen wore a lot of clothes too. But he reminded himself that knowing such reason was not his business. They had just officially met. Best to save the personal stuff for much later. Their friendship was just forming. "Maybe she's just prefers to wear layers." He simply offered to his mom.

Lynda hummed. "Still...it's a little odd."

"Yeah, well she's odd." Peter evenly said. "There's nothing wrong with that."

"I know, after all that's what lured you in." Lynda knowingly said catching Peter's full attention away from his dinner. "There's an air of mystery to her. There's no denying she's different."

"She is different." Peter agreed with his mom. "That's obvious. I just don't know if the rumors about her are true. If she's a witch or not. She's not at all like Destiny. So, I can't pin point out what she is." He became earnest. "Unlike that boy I saw at school." He said referring to Roman Godfrey. The boy who had been staring at him every now and then. The same boy who he noticed kept a watchful eye on Imogen all throughout English class. "I know what he is. He's an Upir."

The attention from Imogen was replaced when Lynda heard such news about said Godfrey boy. Her exterior became stern. "An Upir?" She questioned with wariness.

Peter nodded his head. "Yeah, but I don't think he knows it himself." After saying this he saw how worried his mom looked. He tried moving on the conversation onto something less unnerving for her. "He has a sister, she isn't Upir. I don't know what she is...but she is so big she fills up a doorway!" He exclaimed in wonder. The way he talked about Shelley Godfrey wasn't in a disrespectful way but more in fascinated way. When he first saw the near seven foot girl walking down the school hallway, he was blown away by such height. But unlike with her brother, Roman, Shelley didn't make a sense of uneasiness pass through him. He soon noticed how this new topic of conversation wasn't helping his mom relax. He lowered his eyes a bit. "They're the Godfrey's." He informed her. "That family seems fucked up."

"The Godfrey's are my business. Stay away from them." Lynda warned her son. Sometimes Peter was too curious for his own good. It was up to her to make sure her son was safe from any supernatural harm. She should have told him to stay away from that O'Dwyer girl as well, but unlike with that Godfrey boy she didn't sense danger from her. Yes, she wasn't one hundred percent human, but a feeling within her told her she wasn't necessarily a threat. Not like an Upir was.

Peter digested her warning. He gave a lingering look before he nodded his head.

Silence filled the trailer again before it was broken by Peter's question.

"What do you think she is?" Peter earnestly asked without looking at her. He instead was staring at his plate intently.

Lynda knew who he was asking about. She unfortunately did not have an answer for him. Which she wasn't happy about because she hated not knowing things. She let out an uneven sigh and steadied her eyes onto her son who was still more taken with his plate of left over food.

"I have no idea."

Roman Godfrey was having quite the stimulating day.

Everything had gone as he planned.

After getting a copy of Imogen's class schedule, he managed to persuade the office lady to switch one of his classes to the Chemistry class Imogen was in. Which was not a difficult thing to accomplish thanks to his natural charisma and that unique thing he was able to do with his eyes. So talking up the office lady was no challenge. He could have made it to the point where he had all his classes with her, but he knew that would be too suspicious. English and Chemistry was good enough for him. Especially since he sat right next to her in English and he was her partner for Chemistry. It was perfect.

He had to admit it was fun messing with Imogen. Leaving her all flustered like that.

He first took notice to this when he had "accidentally" bumped into her. And by accidentally he meant purposely running into her. But doing that lame classic move was worth it. He got her to speak to him. Granted she didn't say much, but it was enough for Roman to know how much his presence affected her.

Then it was in English and Chemistry class. Sure he might have been over doing with the staring, but he couldn't help it. He liked seeing her blush under his scrutinizing gaze. A sense of delectation went through him knowing he was causing that reaction out of her.

It was during their first break that left him feeling smug. He found her nervous word blabbing to be strangely adorable. And he wanted to full on laugh when she had made that comment about cigarettes. As if that would get him to stop. Still, her knowing such a random fact was amusing. And he knew that she knew it was random. Which just made it more amusing. But not as amusing as seeing her cheeks turn red from embarrassment from when having his full on attention on her. Her ruffled up state certainly left him feeling pleased from within.

What was an added bonus was that Shelley had told him that Imogen had been nice to her in their Art class. Now Roman was never one to use his sister. She was probably the only person who he truly ever cared about. But if she was forming some type of friendship with Imogen, he would be all for it. It was a win win. Shelley would get a friend, and he would have the chance to get a lot more closer with Imogen. Plus, it made him feel relief that somebody at that shit school was actually being nice to his sister.

But as he now knows, Shelley wasn't the only one Imogen had befriend today. After school word got around that Imogen went walking home with that new kid. The gypsy. Which only intrigued Roman more, but not just with her, but with the boy as well. There were so many questions going through his head, but they were all put to a stop when his mother spoke up.

He, his mother Olivia and his sister Shelley were currently sitting around the dinner table. Roman had been so into his thoughts that he tuned out the conversation his mother had been trying to make with the both of them. That was until she asked a certain question.

"And? Have we got anything more enlightening to report from our first day at school?"

The dark blonde male saw how his mother was solely asking this question to Shelley. The young girl looked like she did not want to answer this question. She lowered her eyes onto her bandaged covered hands avoiding her mother's hard stare.

Roman did not like how his mother was being with her, so he decided to take the spot light. "There's this new kid."

Shelley quickly gave Roman a glance, and it was one that said thank you. Roman in return gave her one of his rare genuine smiles.

Olivia failed to see the exchange between the two siblings. "The O'Dwyer girl?" The older woman dulled out. This wouldn't be the first time her darling son were to bring up that inexcusable girl, Imogen O'Dwyer. Olivia dared to think at times that raven haired mess of a girl held some sort of importance to Roman. She knew he found the girl fascinating, and she would be lying if she said she had never wondered about her and her grandmother, but she in no way wanted Roman to be involved with Imogen. But there was no need to fret about that. Her son would never deprive himself so low...even if he's made some questioning choices with the ladies he's had relationships with in the past. If she could even call them relationships. They were known as flings. He would always just leave and forget about them.

Roman surprised her by shaking his head. "No not her, a boy. He's a gypsy. This girl's been spreading all these crazy rumors about him. She's the same one who started up the rumors about Agatha O'Dwyer and her granddaughter." He saw the annoyance in his mother's eyes but continued talking. "Anyways, I think he's related to that guy, Vince. The one who lived in the trailer by the river. The one that's close to the O'Dwyer's."

Olivia suddenly lashed out and threw her fork onto her plate. Her perfect ageless features were forming an expression of disgust. "Filth." She spat out with hatred. Her hands were balled up into fists. "The both of them are."

Roman didn't have to ask her to know who the other person his mother was talking about. He discreetly stared out the kitchen window that showed the woods. His eyes followed the direction where Imogen's trailer was at. From where he was sitting all he could see was a faint dot of light. But that was enough for him to get motivation. He moved his green eyes forward, not wanting his mother to catch where he had been staring at. He saw Shelley give him a questionable look, but he just gave her another one of his smiles, instantly making her drop her curiousness.

As he continued to eat his dinner, he didn't dwell on his mother's nonsense hatred. Roman for one did not feel the same way. On the contrary, he was fascinated by Peter and Imogen. More so with the raven haired girl. Despite his mother's warnings, his persistence with getting to know the O'Dwyer girl continued. Which was something he was going to follow through with because he always got the things he wanted.

Always.

And Imogen O'Dwyer was no exception.