Olivia couldn't stand to see her son locked away in his room. He was like a walking zombie as he continued through the days with no will to actually live. He mirrored Norman like that, both men had the things they loved most torn away from them.

She couldn't help but briefly miss Selena. The young nekojin girl had brought life into her son. It had been nice to see Roman smile. She was his mother after all, and a mother always wished to see their children happy. She had liked the girl more than she had anticipated to. She had a bit of jealousy to be honest, but she had soon gotten over that. She thought Roman and Selena had made a fine pair, and if she had arrived at Hemlock Grove sooner perhaps she would have been the one pregnant.

Olivia pushed the thought away as things were already done and there was no point in wondering about "what ifs." Instead she sat and took another drink as she stretched out on the small sofa in the study.

Roman sat in the empty attic as he reread the letter Selena had left him. He had returned to the trailer afterwards and attempted to straighten the crumpled paper out, folding it neatly into his pocket. He held it in his hands now, going over the words a thousand times.

I'm sorry but we had to. He stared at the words. Had to. As if they didn't have a choice. As if they were the ones who had to deal with Shelley being made out as a monster by the town. As if they had to deal with the pain that accompanied the fact that the girl who he had grown up with was now gone.

Peter can't stay in a place that brings such darkness to his heart, and I owe it to them to go.

He knew Peter loved Letha, although he was almost sure that he had loved Selena more. He was almost certain that Peter's grief had been caused more by the thought of having no one to move on with while Roman made a life with Selena. Had Peter used his grief to guilt her into going with them? He growled in frustration as he reread the sentences again. She said she owed it to them. Lynda and Peter had taken her in when she had no place to go, had given her a place at their table and a couch to sleep on. That was worth a lot in gypsy culture. Still, Roman felt as if she could have stayed. He could have given her those things. A warm bed and a full stomach. He would have given to her those things without hesitation. He decided it was Peter's fault, and directed his anger towards the thought of the werewolf.

Peter had already tried to leave once before Chasseur had shown up. Peter was a coward who only cared about what he wanted. And what he had always wanted was Selena.

I love you. That was the sentence he kept rereading. That was the sentence that he couldn't wrap his mind around, the three words that kept him up at night.

If she loved him, why did she leave when he needed her the most? He felt angry. He felt lied to. For the first time in his life he had opened up, made friends, allowed himself to love; only to have it thrown back in his face as if were nothing. And the sad thing was that despite everything, he really believed that she had loved him. She had made him feel things he would have never thought he was capable of feeling. He just wanted her back.

It was his birthday today. For some reason he had this absurd idea that maybe Selena would come back to wish him another good year. To say that it was all a misunderstanding and that she was back to love him. Today was the day he inherited everything that the Godfreys had built. It was supposed to be a proud joyous day and instead he felt empty.

"Would you care to accompany your mother to the attic?" Olivia asked as she walked into his room unannounced. He looked at her with a bored expression.

"Why?"

"I have something I want to show you," she replied with a smile. He sighed but got up figuring it would be some over elaborate gift to try and make up for all the shitty things that had happened. Unless it was Selena or Shelley waiting for him up there, he was bound to be disappointed.

"What is this?" He asked as he stared at the crib that stood in the middle of the room. It was covered with a sheer curtain with black candles circling it. A spike of fear ran through him as he thought about Letha and the fact no one has mentioned the baby afterwards.

"Remember," Olivia spoke as she stared into his eyes. He took a step back as memories flooded back to him. They were all things he had once thought of a dream, things that were once blurry. He stood in horror as he realized that the angel Letha had claimed to have impregnated her had not been an angel at all. It had been him.

"She's waiting to meet her father," Olivia spoke as Roman took a step towards her.

"What are you?" He asked, afraid. Olivia turned to look at him from where she stood next to the crib.

"What are we?" She corrected. Roman felt as if the blood had been drained from his body as he realized that whatever monster his mother was, he was as well.

"You know what you have to do," Olivia told him as the baby began to cry.

"No. No! No no no no!" He cried.

"You can't control the hunger." Olivia was right. Roman could feel a hunger building up inside of him with each passing day. "Let it take you."

"No!" He roared as he ran towards the mirror on the wall. "You must make your heart steel. You must make your heart steel," he repeated as he attempted to compel himself.

"Clever boy," Olivia mused as she watched her son. He turned towards the crib, pulling a blade out of his pocket.

"You are a warrior," he told himself. He turned to look at his mother. "You don't win." He took the blade to his arm, cutting vertically on both arms. Blood gushed out of the deep wounds, causing him to fall back onto the floor as he felt his life begin to leave him. Olivia strode over and held him as his body made harsh movements as he bled out, singing an old song. Roman's body went still as his heart stopped beating.

Selena sat outside of the small house they had settled into. They were in a town hours away from Hemlock Grove but her mind was still there, occupied on the upir she had left. Her heart ached as she thought about how he would have reacted upon finding their house empty. It was a heartless and cowardly thing to do. The least they could have done was tell him. She could feel his sorrow in her veins, a cruel reminder that she was still tied to him. That she owed him her life and yet had deserted him so easily.

Peter gently grabbed her hand, pulling her back into the house. He had chosen to just get up and go in an attempt to keep Selena by his side. After losing Shelley and Letha, Roman would not have let her go. And her being tied to him she wouldn't have any choice. She let him guide her into his room where a small mattress awaited them. He pulled her down, kissing her lips in an effort to remind her of the love the had for each other.

It took a while but Selena eventually reacted, pulling him closer in a desperate need to feel wanted. It wasn't long before their clothing was torn off and Peter was grunting as he moved inside of her. She let herself let go of all the remorse she felt and instead concentrated on the way the boy on top of her made her feel. She couldn't help but wish that it was Roman instead.

Roman rose as if he had just woken up from a nap, feeling strong and well rested. He marched towards the baby who's cries filled the room, looking at it with curiosity. Olivia stood and walked over to her son.

"Oh darling, I always win. You're not a warrior. You are a dragon." The baby continued to cry out. "Do it," Olivia told him, urging him to kill. He abruptly turned on his own mother, sinking his teeth into her neck savagely as he tasted her blood. She cried out in shock and pain as Roman fed off of her. Her screams turned into disturbing moans as he continued to devour her neck before he finally pulled away from her.

"So...proud of you," she said weakly as she looked at her soon. He leaned down as if to kiss her, forcing his way into her mouth before ripping her tongue right out of her.

"You talk to much," he spat at his now deceased mother. He moaned as he licked her blood off of his fingers, reveling in the taste. He had thought he had some fetish when it came to blood, but it turned out that it was actually just his nature.

He briefly thought about Selena and how she had constantly told him he was special. She had known what he was, and yet she still chose to love him. Or at least she did until she left.

A cry broke him from his thoughts as he turned back to look at the baby who was in we crib. He didn't know what to do with her. He didn't want her, that much he was sure of. Perhaps his mother had been right when she had suggested he kill it.

"I haven't seen those in a while," Peter commented softly as he watched Selena's sleeping body. She had sprawled herself on their small couch out of habit and the exhaustion she felt had caused her to fall asleep quickly. Now her ears and tail were out in plain sight, slightly twitching every now and then. Her breathing was even and for the first time in months she appeared to be peaceful.

"She hasn't let herself relax since we left. You can't really blame her," Lynda replied as she downed her drink. The next day they would head out to reunite with their fellow gypsies as one of their elders had passed away.

"None of us have," he said. Peter had seen Selena suffer over the previous months. It was obvious that leaving Roman had left her torn. He had found her weeping randomly and he wondered whether it was Roman's pain she felt in her veins or hers. It was most likely a mixture of both. "I should take her to her bed."

"No. Leave her. You might wake her and we all know she needs the sleep," Lynda instructed. Peter nodded, knowing she was right. Selena's sadness hadn't faded over time although she did her best to conceal it. Her usual sass was gone, now replaced with indifference to most things. It was as if her life was slowly being drained out of her. Peter was only happy to see that she finally looked at peace.

Lynda didn't have the heart to mention that she had Selena packing her bags earlier. The girl didn't have much to begin with but she had packed her things into a duffel bag. Lynda had caught her by accident and the girl only looked at her briefly before she resumed in placing her necessities away. Lynda gave her a knowing look and said nothing. Instead she handed her a wad of cash that she kept for emergencies and had given the girl a tight hug. She only slept peacefully tonight because she had made her decision.

A/N: For those of you asking, I will not be doing season 2 & 3. From this point on out there will be minimal resemblance to the show as I have an idea of how I want things to end. I really enjoyed writing this story and I feel as if there will only be a couple more chapters left before it comes to an end (but who knows, maybe I'll end up writing another seventeen chapters). Thank you so much for all of your support!