"Where the hell have you been?" Lynda demanded as soon as Peter walked through the door. She'd been worried about her son when Selena came home alone and immediately shut herself in the bathroom.

"Walking five miles. You were right okay?"

"I was right? Do you think that's what I want?"

"I made a mistake," he admitted defeated.

"Did you learn from it?"

"Yea."

"Good. now come give your mom a hug," she said. He hugged his mom for what seemed like the first time in ages and felt like a little boy again. Sometimes a mother's hug was all you needed. "You should talk to Sel. She seemed pretty upset. She's been locked in the bathroom since she came home. Naked, I might add."

Peter nodded and walked over to the bathroom. He hesitated before knocking.

"Sel, it's Peter. Open up." He stood there but got no reply. "Sel, please," he said once more.

"Fine. Come in." She said through the door. He opened it to see her in the bathtub. He wasn't totally surprised. She'd often take baths when she'd had a long day and today definitely fell under that category. For a cat she sure loved water.

"I was filthy. Running five miles is no fucking joke," she explained as she moved the bubbles in the tub around to cover her privates.

"Yea, tell me about it," he muttered. "Look, I'm sorry for acting the way I did today. I'm just frustrated."

"Doesn't give you the right to act like an anger filled idiot. But whatever." She shrugged.

"I'm serious Sel."

"So am I, Peter. God, you and Roman, you two act like the whole world is crashing down over the stupidest shit. You two drive me insane." She said bitterly. For once she wanted a normal day where she could hang out with both of them without something happening. She wanted a normal life.

"I'm sorry. I'll work on it," he replied defeated. He knew she was right.

"That's all I ask," she replied, pleased with his answer. "Pass me that towel. It looks like you're in desperate need of a shower and I'm all done."

Peter handed her a towel and watched as she stood and wrapped herself in it. She'd never been shy about hiding her body so he'd been trying his best not to seem too mesmerized by it. After all, she'd seen him naked as well.

She drained the tub and placed a kiss on his cheek before she walked past him, allowing him to wash away the mess from the day.

Roman walked by Peter and signaled a smoke. Peter angrily threw his things into his locker before following him out. He accepted the cigarette from him reluctantly and waited for him to speak.

"I have a lead. The white tower, something is going on and I think I can get us in," he began. Peter noticed the excited look in his eyes and frowned.

"No. We're done. This is done. It's over." Peter was done with Roman's games. He was tired of him using them just to have himself some entertainment. He wasn't going to be some rich kid's twisted form of entertainment.

"What? You can't just walk away from this," Roman argued, not wanting to lose his only friends.

"You should go. Just get away from this town and your name." Roman didn't know what to say. Leaving this town meant leaving his legacy. This was the only place where people treated him as if he was important. It was the only place where he mattered.

"I bet you'd like that. I bet that'd be very convenient for you, you gypsy piece of shit!" Roman yelled. Peter cringed at his words.

"If I'm a piece of shit then so is Selena. And you don't seem to think that about her," Peter accused. Roman ignored his argument completely.

"You know, if you fuck my cousin, I'll kill you. You're not better than me." Peter stared at him before walking away without a word.

"What the fuck did you do Peter?" Selena asked angrily as she met the werewolf after class. Roman had all but ignored her existence when she attempted to talk to him earlier and something in her knew Peter had something to do with it.

"We're done. We're not hanging around that psycho upir anymore," he stated firmly. She stared at his scruffy face as she processed what he had said.

"Wait. Are you trying to tell me what to do?" she growled. Peter sighed as he knew that she didn't take commands lightly.

"I'm just saying it's for your own good," he replied.

"My own good or yours? You don't get to tell me who I can and can't be friends with," she huffed as she turned away.

"Where are you going?" He called out after her.

"To Roman's you fucking idiot!" She hissed. He contemplated going after her but he was well aware of how stubborn she was. He decided against it. She'd have to come home eventually. They'd speak then.

Selena trudged through the road angrily, kicking at every leaf and stone she passed. She had had enough of Peter and Roman's stupidity. They were both just broken kids who needed someone to support them and yet here they were with knives at each other's backs.

"Roman needs us, Peter. Why can't you see that," she muttered to herself. It had become blatantly obvious to her that Roman lacked social skills due to his limited amount of friendships and social interactions. She partly blamed his mother for being so protective, but his arrogance didn't exactly win him any friends. Deep down he was just lonely, just like Selena and Peter were.

Her jeans caught in a nearby fallen branch and she cursed as it tore the fabric open, piercing her skin. She kneeled down to examine her small wound and decided that she'd live. She would have to ask Roman for some peroxide to clean the cut but it shouldn't be such an issue. She only hoped that his mother wasn't there.

Selena groaned as rain began to fall. Lightly at first before it began to pour. She was completely drenched when she finally arrived at his doorstep and knocked loudly on the door. There was no answer so she knocked again, this time the door opening to reveal Shelley.

"Hey Shelley. Is Roman here?" she asked as she shivered in her wet clothes. Shelley nodded and allowed her inside, pointing towards a room.

"Hey Roma- oh, I'm sorry," she apologized as she walked into the room to see Roman sitting with Dr. Chasseur. "I didn't mean to interrupt."

"Selena, nice to see you again," the woman said as she stood.

"Pleasure," she replied as she eyed Roman. He was drinking and she hoped he had kept his mouth shut for once.

"What kind of relationship do you have with Roman?" She asked.

"We're friends," she replied carefully. Roman looked at her with a small smile as she admitted that she thought of him as more than just an acquaintance.

"So Roman and Peter merely hang out, but you and him are friends. That's a different degree of relationship. Interesting." Selena felt uneasy around this woman and simply nodded, not knowing what to say. "Don't worry. I was just leaving," Dr. Chasseur assured as she stood. Selena heard the clicking of heels approaching and turned to come face to face with Olivia.

"Selena darling, how wonderful to see you. Roman, would you care to introduce our guest?" She spoke as she looked at the strange woman.

Roman ignored his mother's instructions. Instead Dr. Chasseur introduced herself to the Olivia and Selena couldn't help but be impressed at the fact that she didn't seem to be intimidated. Unlike her, who stood awkwardly as they spoke briefly.

"You should get out of those clothes, Selena. You might get sick." Dr. Chasseur advised before leaving. She ran a hand through her wet hair knowing she was right.

"Selena sweetheart, why don't you run upstairs and grab one of Roman's shirts," Olivia suggested as she took a seat next to her son.

"Yea, grab whichever you like," he agreed as he looked her over. Her shirt was completely soaked and so were the bottom of her jeans. There was no doubt in Roman's mind that she was freezing.

"Get her the first aid kit, will you? She's hurt," Olivia stated as she took notice of the blood on her jeans. Roman nodded and followed the young gypsy girl up the familiar staircase to his bedroom.

"So why'd you come?" He asked as he bandaged her leg. The smell of her blood had left him mesmerized for a second before he had snapped out of it. Selena noticed this and realized that he was indeed growing into his upir senses. She sat on his bed in one of his t-shirts that was long enough to be a dress.

"Whatever stupid thing Peter said to you he said without my consent," she claimed. He sat on the floor looking up at her unsure of her intentions. She met his gaze as he searched in her eyes for a sign that she was lying. "I'm still your friend, Roman. I'm here because I care."

Roman kept eye contact as he went over what she had said.

"No one's ever cared before," he admitted sadly. Her eyes softened at his words and she held out her hand for him to take. She pulled him up with effort signaling for him to take a seat next to her. She wrapped her arms around him tightly and he held her body against him for comfort.

Roman was accustomed to being alone. He didn't have friends besides his sister and Letha, but they were family so it didn't really count. He never tried to attach himself to any of his sexual conquests because they simply lacked personality most of the time. Everyone in this town either hated him or were scared of him. They weren't exactly the best circumstances to form friendships.

Selena turned his head towards her so that her green eyes met his grey ones. She stroked his cheek looking at the defeated boy in sympathy. She knew what it felt like to be alone.

She tenderly placed her lips against his, feeling him melt into the kiss. He held her closer and deepened the kiss, his tongue asking for permission to enter her mouth. She complied with his request, letting him take control.

"Ow," she pulled away to see blood on his lips. He had bitten her lip roughly causing it to split. He seemed to be in a trance as he reached out and with his finger wiped the blood from her lip. She watched as he licked his fingers, tasted her blood, and licked his lips. "Roman." She shook him slightly unsure if she should leave. If he couldn't control his urges that would mean danger for her.

"Shit. I'm sorry kitty cat," he apologized as he broke from his trance. She shook her head knowing it was just the upir in him.

"It's fine." Roman wrapped an arm around her shoulder pulling her close.

"You know, for a badass you seem to be getting pretty soft," he laughed. She gasped and hit his stomach jokingly. She decided Peter had made a mistake in ending his friendship with him. He was a decent guy.

His phone went off and he excused himself from the room to answer. She took the opportunity to steal a pair of socks from his drawers to warm her feet. She looked at the pile of her wet clothes next to the bed and frowned. It seemed like all of her good clothes was getting ruined lately.

"Roman's gone out to find Letha. He should be back soon," Olivia announced as she walked into Roman's room.

"Oh. Okay." Olivia took notice of the wet clothes on the floor and sighed.

"Come on. We'll throw your clothes in the dryer." Olivia beckoned her to follow and she did so against every rational thought in her head. They arrived at a small laundry room where Olivia quickly threw her clothes into the machine.

"Thank you." Olivia was surprised at her politeness but reminded herself that not all the people in this town were barbaric.

"You're welcome. Would you like some tea? It'll warm you right up." Selena accepted the offer and took a seat at the kitchen table. She hadn't expected Olivia to be as well-mannered as she was proving to be.

"Do you mind me asking what's going on with you and Roman?" Olivia questioned as she set a cup of tea in front of her. Selena raked her brain for an answer as she took a seat across from her.

"We're good friends. I care a lot about your son, Mrs. Godfrey," she a admitted before taking a sip of her tea. The liquid immediately spread warmth throughout her body.

"He seems to have taken a liking to you. Roman doesn't have many friends so you understand how suspicious I am of anyone who seems to attempt any relationship with him."

"I'm not using him for money if that's what you think," she replied defensively. Olivia shook her head at the accusation.

"No. I didn't think so. Your people have always survived on less and been alright." Selena didn't know whether that was a compliment or a slap in the face about her culture. "I treasure my son highly you see, so I only want what's best for him. I can see it in his eyes the fondness he has for you. Don't break his heart."

Selena struggled to find the right words to say in response to that. The thought of breaking Roman's heart didn't cross her mind once.

"Anyway, what's your relation to Peter?" She questioned as she took a sip of her tea. Selena couldn't help but notice that the liquid in her cup looked significantly redder than hers.

"We've been friends since we were children," she replied simply. She couldn't help but think about Peter with Letha and a jealousy overcame her. She felt as though she hadn't had any time at all with Peter lately and could feel the stress on their friendship as she became close to Roman.

"Mmm, does he love you?" She was taken aback by the question. Of course he did. They were family.

"Of course. Like I said, we've known each other for years now." Olivia shook her head at the answer.

"Yes yes, but I suppose what I'm really asking is if he's in love with you," she clarified. Selena stared at her cup of tea for a moment as she pondered the question.

"I don't know." Her answer was honest and Olivia saw the confusion in the young girl. She recognized herself in her; her situation with JR and Norman coming to mind.

"Do you know what easily destroys men? The one thing that can turn even the kindest of brothers against each other?" She asked. Selena shook her head. "It's a pretty girl. Women, you see, have the power to control things as they like. Men are barbaric. Place a pretty girl in front of them and they'll tear each other's throats out."

Selena couldn't help but think that the way she spoke so confidently showed prior experience with the matter. She'd never thought about having two men fight over her because she'd honestly never given a single man a chance.

"I have some things to do at the Institute. Do stay as long as you like darling. Civilized guests are always welcome," Olivia said as she placed her cup of tea into their sink. She grabbed her purse and gave Selena a motherly kiss on the head before heading out.

"What the fuck," Selena muttered to herself. She was utterly confused at Olivia's behavior. When she'd heard about the mother upir she was almost sure that she would meet her death at her hands. Instead she'd shown nothing but kindness to her; lending her clothing, making sure she was warm, and even offering motherly gestures.

She slowly made her way back up to Roman's room. She was only there for a minute before a drenched Roman walked in.

"Roman? Are you okay?" She asked worriedly. He gave no reply. He wouldn't even look at her. "Roman," she repeated, this time waving a hand in his face.

"I saw them. Peter and Letha." Roman spoke with hurt laced in his voice. Selena's throat knotted up as she understood what he was saying. She was hurt too. Not just at the fact Peter was sleeping with his cousin, but the fact he would lie to her. She'd never expected that. She silently cursed Peter for being a fucking idiot. No. Peter didn't love her. That was the answer to Olivia's question. So why did knowing he slept with Letha cause her so much pain?

"Come on. Let's get you out of those clothes," she replied, stripping his jacket off of him. She dug around his drawers finding some clean sweatpants and shirts. She handed them to him but he simply stood there in a zombie-like state. She sighed as she began to undress him herself. His body was freezing and he shivered when she peeled the wet fabric away from his skin. She was quick to throw on a dry shirt and began to undo his pants.

"I can do it," he finally spoke. She nodded and handed him the pair of sweatpants before looking away to allow him some privacy. He sat on the bed and Selena grabbed the blanket to wrap around him.

"Hey, it's okay," she cooed as he began to cry. "I'm here for you." She rubbed his back comfortingly as she let him cry away the pain. It was clear that both Letha and Peter meant a lot to him and he felt as if he'd been stabbed in the back. He'd never felt so betrayed. Roman stopped his crying as he realized that Selena must be feeling the same as he was. He knew how close they were. Hell, Peter had given him so much shit trying to back him away from her. There was no doubt in his mind that somewhere in her she held feelings for the boy even if she wasn't completely aware of it. She was hurt yet she comforted him instead of allowing herself to show her grief.

He held her face in his hands, looking into her eyes. He contemplated compelling her to simply forget what had happened.

"Don't," she said, surprising him. "Don't do your eye thing on me. I need to stay myself. Please." He frowned as he saw the tears in her eyes as she spoke.

Without thinking he engulfed her in a kiss, his desperate need for love becoming apparent as he deepened the kiss with frantic movements. Selena reciprocated the kiss sure that this was what she wanted right now. He threw her on the bed before stealthily climbing over her. His hips pressed against hers as he spread her legs open. His hands grazed against her bare thighs and the touch sent a tingling sensation up her spine. Selena slipped his shirt off quickly before capturing his mouth with hers once again.

Roman's hands roamed her body as he pushed the shirt she wore up. He wanted this more than anything now. He tore her shirt off and broke away from her lips to take her left breast into his mouth. She moaned as he slowly sucked, stopping to bite down gently on her nipple. She squirmed with pleasure as he thrust two fingers into her and began pumping them in and out.

"No wonder girls love fucking you," she breathed as he continued. He smirked before pulling his fingers out, a whimper of protest leaving her throat. She watched as he took his sweatpants and underwear off. She gave him a disbelieving look as she looked at his naked body and he took it as a compliment as he threw his clothes to the floor.

He gave her a smug look as he climbed back over her, once again kissing her with a ferociousness that left her feeling lightheaded. He positioned himself against her and she was so caught up in the moment that it wasn't until he entered her that she understood what was happening. She gasped as he thrust into her deeply and without mercy. He didn't start nice and sweet like he did when he first kissed her. No, this was the other side of Roman now. The wild exhilarating one. She moaned as he thrust into her rapidly, biting her neck as he did so. His thrusts were frantic and he moaned at how wet her inner walls were.

"Fuck," he groaned against her neck as he thrust even harder. Her hips moved in sync with his causing the friction to become even greater and their pleasure to escalate. Roman bit down on Selena's neck roughly, breaking the skin open. She let out a moan at the sensation as he sucked on the spot, tasting Nekojin blood for the first time. He continued to stay there and Selena worried that he'd go overboard. The thought was quickly thrown away as he pulled away and abruptly turned her onto her stomach.

"Keep going," she breathed as Roman entered her from behind, slamming into her with insane speed. She let out a loud moan as she reached her orgasm. It was like music to Roman's ears. He was almost animalistic at this point, roughly pounding into her with no hesitation. His thrusts began to slow down as Selena felt him release into her. He kept his throbbing dick inside her as he leaned over her back to gather his energy.

Selena found that she was grateful for the fact she took birth control pills as he finally pulled out. Her vagina throbbed after being so roughly pounded into. Roman stared as his cum dripped out of her and smiled, pleased with the sight.

"I have to say that you have the prettiest pussy I've ever seen," he commented as he threw himself on the bed. She smirked.

"That's because I am a pretty pussy," she chuckled before disappearing into his bathroom to clean herself up. Roman chuckled as she reappeared with her ears and tail out, obviously making herself at home. Peter would've chided her for being so careless about what she was but Selena had decided that there was no threat to her in this house. She saw no reason to not allow herself some comfort.

"You tore your own shirt," she told him as she picked up the shirt she had borrowed off the ground. The fabric was torn into two and she tossed it back to the floor.

"Who cares. I'll just buy a new one," he replied carelessly.

"Just because you have money doesn't mean you shouldn't take care of what you have," she frowned as she pulled another of his shirts over her head.

"Alright. I'll remember that next time I'm tearing my shirts off of your body."

"Who said there's a next time?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. Roman smirked as she climbed into his bed.

"Because," he started as he grabbed her and sat her on his hips, forcing her to straddle him. "Now that you've had a taste you won't be able to get enough."

Selena laughed at his arrogance. Yes, he was good at sex. Yes, it was probably the best fuck she'd ever had. But guys like Roman didn't need to know that. His ego was inflated enough.

"I think it's quite the opposite. You've had a taste of me," she said seductively, "and that's something men always want more of." She kissed him hard before rolling off of him. "Goodnight Roman." Selena pulled the sheets over herself and let herself sink into his bed. Her body felt satisfied but tired from the long day.

Roman observed her as she made herself comfortable. He reminded himself that she was accustomed to sleeping on a couch. She was right when she told him to be more grateful. Things such as a warm bed or shirts to wear were things that he'd always taken for granted.

He wrapped and arm around her as she slept. He liked the way her hair smelled like strawberries. It was just another thing to remind him of her. He took notice of the bruises on her neck and silently scolded himself for being so rough. He hadn't meant to draw blood but he couldn't stop sucking on her skin when the taste hit his lips. It didn't taste like normal blood. It was sweet, almost as if she was made of sugar. It was intoxicating and he had forced himself to change sex positions in order to tear himself away.

Roman had almost drifted off to sleep when he received a text from his uncle asking if he knew if Letha would be home soon. His anger immediately came back at the thought of Peter still being with his cousin. He struggled internally as he looked at the girl next to him not wanting to leave her alone.

Selena's phone went off not a minute later and Roman opened it, curious to see what it was. He fumed as he read the text.

PETER: Are you coming home soon? Let me know.

So Peter wanted to get rid of Letha before Selena came home. Roman found himself disgusted at the fact Peter would still try to pursue her after sleeping with his cousin. He wouldn't allow that. Selena was his now whether she realized it or not. He placed a kiss on her head before storming out.

A/N: Thank you for taking the time out of your day to read this story. All favorites/follows/reviews are highly appreciated!