My Home in Hemlock Grove

Dorian sat in the library of his home. This was his single favorite place
in the world. He had tomes that dated back centuries here. These
books were the only things he had in his life that were older than he
was. Here he sat legs crossed at the knee balancing a china saucer on
his knee while he brought a cup of tea to his lips. It was of course Earl
Grey.
Peter stood outside yet another huge manor house. His eyes ran along
the stone walls taking in the immense size of the house. It was
intimidating, the more people he met in the town the poorer he felt.
Being a gypsy that traveled constantly. he was lucky to even have a
roof over his head. He brought his hand up knocking on the heavy
wooden door. The heavy wood of it making a loud thunk thunk nose as
he wrapped his knuckles against it. He was having serious second
thoughts about agreeing to come here.
The sound of knocking on his front door interrupted the tome like
silence of his home. Again he brought the heated china full of tea to his
lips. He sighed in frustration remembering that he had given his
servants the day off just in case things became messy with his guest.
The simple people he employed did not know what he was and he
would keep it that way. With a slow grace he rose, placing the cup and
saucer to the side on a table. With long strides he crossed the room
and the foyer. He pulled the door open a carefully schooled expression

of delight on his features. "So glad you could make it Pet. Please do
enter."
Peter grimaced at the innuendo dripping from Dorian's invitation. Great
he was already regretting his decision to come here. "Thanks Grey." He
walked past the taller man into the entrance hall. His eyes swept over
the walls taking in the expensive furnishings. It kind of reminded him of
the Godfrey Manor. How he had ended up surrounded by rich people he
would never know. "Soooo." He drew out the word trying to fight back
the nervousness that was filling him. "Nice place. Is this where you do
all your creepy ancient dude stuff?"
With a sweeping gesture of his hand he motioned towards the library
"This is indeed where I do all of my nefarious deeds. So pleased that
you are interested. Please this way." He led the way into the room. It
was a two story library covered in dark espresso colored wood
paneling. A large window took up an entire wall. The rest were covered
with built in book shelves. He crossed to the tea trolley and picked up
the tea pot. "Care for a cup of tea? Perhaps something stronger? Do let
me know how best I can please you."
RomanhadbeeninvestigatingwhereinHemlockGrovedidDorianGreylived.Hewasplanningtodrop
thenewsthathedidnothaveallthepermitstoresidethere.Ofcourseittookabitofmesmerizingand
forgingsomedocuments,buthefinallyhadallthepapersheneededtoatleasthaveanexcusetodropby
themansionandperhapssneakin,inordertofindtheominouspaintingthathehadsetasapersonalgoalto
destroy.Hedrovethereandknockedonthedoorimpatiently.Achesire'scatgrinonhislipswhilehe
waited.

Dorian looked to Peter his face blank. "Excuse me Poppet. Do help

yourself to anything you wish for." He turned and swiftly removed
himself from the room. He reached the door. This time he did not
attempt the mask of happiness. As the door opened cold light
streamed in along with the figure of Roman Godfrey standing on his
door step. "I should have assumed you would not be far behind your
Pet." He stepped back leaving room from the younger man to enter.
"Please join us"
Roman was savoring the moment when the other opened the door. He
was going to give him a good scare, but instead of that he frowned
confused. "My pet?" He shook his head not understanding Dorian's
words yet he entered the mansion. "Mmm nice taste" He said letting
his eyes to wander around, admiring the luxurious furniture and rugs. "I
was planning to get you this in person. Bad news, I am afraid" He
feigned to be sympathetic and sighed. "It seems you will have to leave
Hemlock Grove soon or at least the premises" He handed him the
forged documents.

"Yes your Pet my sweet boy. Do you have so many you cannot recall of
whom I speak?" He stood straight backed hands folded behind his
back. The perfect posture he was taught as a boy in England. His eyes
moved dispassionate and cold over his possessions. Yes they were
nice. He knew this. His attention drew back to Roman. Eyes sharpening
as he looked at the offered papers. "I will do no such thing. But since
you came all this way please join us for a drink." He turned and strode
back into the library.
"Peter?" Roman wasnt liking how things were evolving. Why on earth
had Peter come to visit this man without telling him? A conceited brow
arched high and he rubbed his chin. "Very well, Id like a scotch,
double... no ice" He said and followed the other into the library. When
his eyes saw Peter's back a strange feeling spread across his body.
Peter could hear the muffled voices from the hall, he knew one had to
be Dorian but the other voice almost sounded familiar. Even though he
couldn't make out the words the timber of the voice stirred something
in him. He skipped the tea, the stuff tasted like medicine to him and
instead grabbed a glass of bourbon. He had just taken his first swallow.
A burning trail running down his throat to his belly when the door
opened and Dorian returned followed by...Roman. He gave a sort of half
smile in shock. If he had been in his wolf form he would have put his
tail literally between his legs in embarrassment. "Hey." He offered
weakly
Roman felt his jaws clenching and his eyes glaring at Peter. There was
a mute scold in the way he saw at him drinking daintily from God
knows what venomous concoction. Could he be that naive, or was
simply playing with fire? "Oh what a pleasant surprise, Peter... or
should I call you Pet, like our host loves to call you?" He said trying to
force a smile but grimacing instead. "What's your business here,
darling?" He asked and sat regally at one of the lavishly upholstered
chairs. His hand running over the velvety twirls on the fabric that
tingled in his palm. He needed the distraction, something to focus at
instead of the myriad of questions that trampled in his mind.
Dorian stood back to the open doors of his library watching the boys.
Part of him was amused by the drama of the moment. It was rather like
watching a play. Another part of him coldly took a tally of everything he
could gain from each of them. "Young love so sweet. So insipid." He
stated before he crossed behind Roman to the drink trolley. Busying
himself with pouring the desired drink for Roman. His hand rested on
the stopper of a very particular bottle for a pause. He brought the drink
to the younger man untainted. "I am pleased you have come around to
my terminology. Dear boy."

"Please don't call me pet... he calls everyone that.Its not like its special
to me." He raised the hand that was now holding his glass in a gesture
palm up as if he were asking what was wrong. Peter was to nervous to
sit instead he paced to the opposite side of the room near the window.
The sight of the garden just outside had a calming effect. being in
nature was always his sanctuary, sadly this window was a close as he
could get right now. "He invited me for a chat. What about you? What
are you doing here?" He took another drink of his bourbon, a glare in
his eyes as he looked over at Dorian over the rim of his glass. He didnt
like the reference to what he felt for his boyfriend as insipid.
Roman grabbed the offered glass. He sniffled the contents and could
tell it was a very fine malt. Perhaps more than 25 years aged. He took
a sip savoring the multiple notes that danced in his tongue before
swallowing. "Perhaps your terminology has an allure I couldn't accept it
had... but it does since it has brought Peter to your home" He said
coldly. "A chat? Is that french for cat?" He rolled his eyes. "I brought Mr.
Grey some important papers." He glanced back at the older male.
"Perhaps you should take a look at them, sir. They will be effective by
midnight tomorrow" He stated. "A tour of your manor would be
appreciated".
"Your flattery is appreciated greatly. However it was not my
terminology that brought him here. It was the promise of a deal.
Perhaps I should have asked his master to come instead." He looked
between the two men. Clearly Roman was the dominant one. He
reminded Dorian of himself, the elegance of his contanance and the ice
with which he spoke. His eyes glided down to the papers he held.
Cheap paper inscribed with cheap ink that already stained his fingers.
With distaste he crossed to the crackling hearth and tossed the papers
inside. Watching them curl and writhe in the dancing flames before he
turned back to the boys. "You young man have been very naughty. I
will not be so easily displaced." His head turned to Peter and for the
first time he raised his voice. "Now sit down."
Roman's eyes flasked with a darker green hue as he noticed the papers
getting burnt. Of course the other was older and wiser and perhaps,
even if he refused to accept it, he was nothing but a child. A rich brat
that had met an equal, someone that would not retreat so easily.
Roman took another long sip of the fine scotch. "I see you dont have a
sense of humor, Dorian" He tried to cover his charade as if he had
planned you to realize they were forged documents. "Are you talking to
me? Naughty? What now you are going to spank me, sir? My mother
never achieved to control me, why would you have that honor?"

Peter's eyes stayed glued to the burning papers. He wasn't sure what
Roman had tried to do but seeing Dorian not even be moved by
Roman's actions was surprising. Roman was the most powerful person
he had ever met. When he looked back to Dorian he could see him in a
changed light, maybe he wasn't as harmless as Peter had thought him.
He was ripped from his musing by the sudden harsh reprimand from
Dorian. "That time of the month Dorian? Or has someone spilled
something on your painting?" He asked to cover his alarm. He walked
to sit on the sofa that sat in front of the window. Quickly he downed the
last of his liquor. "So what did you want. I would like to get the hell out
of this mausoleum."
A smile of pure satisfaction filled his lips. He had been obeyed. Good.
He lowered himself regally into his favorite chair. The soft leather
sinking to offer him comfort as well as a perfect vantage of the room.
When he spoke again his voice was low and deadly serious. "No Roman
I will not spank you. Whatever displeasure I have with you. I will simply
take out on your lover. That way he can satisfy us both." His eyes
narrowed as they slid over to Peter. He had only planned to have an
audience of one. But this was much more fun. He rested his elbows on
the armrests of his chair. Steepling his fingers between them. "Mr.
Rumancek I asked you here for a deal of sorts. I would like to offer you
a trade. I will leave never to return. But in exchange I wish to take your
wolf with me."
"I would not witness such a thing, you would have to force me" Roman
said and stood up. "Why are you so interested in Peter's wolf? Its not
like he can take it from him and just handed it to you, I thought you
were smarter" He huffed and placed the half empty glass on one of the
expensive looking crystal tables that were in the room. "Why are you
so displeased with me? What have I done to you? A few insults? I am
nothing but a teenager... Have you ever taken seriously any of my
threats? I even invited you to my house, feasted you! What do you
really want, sir?" He approached to the man, towering over him, he
placed his hands on either arm rests of the leather chair and lowered,
speaking closely to the other. "You might have to stay forever in this
town before you put a finger on Peter, do you hear me?"
His fingers went numb at the mention of his wolf being taken from him.
The glass he held dropping from his nerveless fingers with a loud thunk
sound. It couldnt be possible, that would be like ripping his insides out.
He looked helplessly to Roman before jumping to his feet. "No. I've
dealt with all of your bullshit but fuck you if you think your getting your
hands on any part of me." He felt torn between the urge to defend
himself somehow and the urge to flee. Get the hell out of Hemlock

Grove if he had too. But he couldnt. He reached out grabbing Roman's

arm. "Come on lets get out of here. He's crazy."
He let his head fall back a full throated sinister laugh erupting from his
mouth. He stopped as suddenly as he had started. Head rotating back
to face the threat of the Godfrey boy. "You are both so very wrong. It
can be taken from him." He unstepled his hands bringing them down to
caress over Roman's hands. His fingertips brushing the cold leather
while his palms caressed the warm skin of the man's hands. The
intimacy was as much a weapon as a pleasure. "I would adore the
chance to see you try to stop me from putting whatever I like on Peter.
With an acquired speed and grace he ducked out from under Roman's
arms and moved behind him to where Peter stood. His hand shot out
taking Peter by the throat as he had in the woods. "I wonder. If I were
to snap your neck in your human form would you be able to be saved
again?" His eyes returned to Roman. "Sit down or I will exorcise my
displeasure with your rudeness on your Pet."
Roman noticed the palms of the other nuzzling the back of his hands.
Roman didnt flinch, but he found it revulsive. Why did this old man got
off on torturing two youngsters like him and Peter? He couldnt fathom
it, but again, the other was sicker, wiser in a way and before Roman
could have reacted he saw him moved away and grab Peter by his
neck. Roman froze. He wasnt sure if Peter could be saved from such an
injury in his human form and he nodded slowly. "Just calm down." He
said and sat down feeling his heart in his throat, his head throbbing
harshly trying to find a way to destroy that man if he did any harm to
his soul mate. Roman swallowed hard. His eyes stared at Peter's terror
vibrating in his hues as he felt the pang of tears prickling in them. Why
had he been so stupid to deal with Dorian? Would his mesmerizing
powers work with this demon? Even if they brought nosebleeds, even if
using them against that bastard meant he could die, Roman hesitated
no more and staring intently into Dorian's eyes he said coldly yet
intensely. "Pull your hands down, now" He could feel his nose starting
to bleed. "Pull your hands down, now" He said more intently.
Peter gasped as the Taller creatures fingers wrapped around his throat.
He choked on the air that attempted to rush into his lungs but was cut
off by the tight press of fingers around his windpipe. He looked down
into Dorian's cold lifeless eyes, he knew the answer to the question. No
he could not be saved if he were killed in his human form. This was him
the real him, the wolf was just a piece of the whole. He looked to
Roman eyes wide in panic, if he was going to die he didnt want his soul
mate to see it. His hands flew up to clutch at Dorian's fingers and wrist
trying to pry them from him but his hands were like iron. His head

swam with the desperate need to breath, he could feel his face
growing red and hear rushing in his ears but nothing else.
His eyes squinted with the effort to shut out the blood suckers
influence. For decades he had dealt in the supernatural. He had honed
his body to withstand the attacks of many creatures. Never had he
dealt with one that was so desperately daring to control him. The effort
to block Roman from his mind and the effort of keep his grip on Peter
were to much. His grip began to slacken. "Oh my pet do not test me."
He forced out a minuscule waver to his calm voice. He set Peter back
onto his feet and spun quickly around him using him to block his own
eyes from Roman's influence. He slammed his knee into the back of
Peter's knees making him fall back against his chest. Making him
easier to control in this position. "You will not do that again Poppet or I
really will cut my losses and break his scrawny neck."
Roman felt dizzy from the effort, when Dorian managed to break
contact with his stare, Roman collapsed on the leather chair and
breathed shallowly, the nosebleed streaming down like a crimson river,
staining his chin and shirt. Roman gave Peter an apologetic glance. He
felt shameful. He didnt deserve Peter if he wasnt able to protect him. "I
will not do that again, Dorian" he said with a small voice, his head
throbbing so had his gaze started to blur.

PetergruntedinpainasDorian'skneesconnectedwithhislegs.Hefeltthebloodthrobbingangrilyinhis
wholeheadlikeitwasabouttoexplode.Buthisdiscomfortwasnothingcomparedtothepanicthat
spreadthroughhischestseeingRomancollapseunderthepressureofusinghismesmerism.Something
insidehismindsnapped,thedesiretoprotecthismatewasprimalatitscore.Hecriedoutasthefirst
convulsionoftransformationovertookhim.Hisribsbegantocrackinonthemselvesthenbowout
formingthewolf'sribcage.Histeethbarelymadeasoundonthecarpetastheywerepushedoutbylong
ravenouscanineteeth.Hedidnthavetimetoletitprogressfurther.Hisstrengthalreadyalteredhespun
aroundinDorian'sgrasp,hiseyesflashingyellowashesunkhisjawssodeepintotheDemon'sneckthat
asprayofgorearchedupintotheaircoveringanentirebookshelfinthemess.
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RomanGodfrey

//SheeeiiittAhfuckit:P

A rather undignified wheezing sound came from his opened throat

cavity. Blood bubbling down his clothing staining him a deep wine color
of his own vintage. Disgusting. It was simply a revolting but fascinating
sight. His life gushing from him he released the transforming beast.
Stumbling to the sofa he snatched up a cream colored throw blanket. It
was really a shame to ruin it but such things could not be avoided. He
pressed the cloth into the wound. It soaked through instantaneously
but it slowed the flow of blood. "Leave." He spat out, blood flying from
his mouth with the word. This was not enough to kill him. He would
heal. But not in front of an audience. Anger real true anger was the
only thing that allowed him to stumble from the room in the direction
of his private chambers.
Without the support from Dorian's hands Peter fell to his knees ripples
of pain joining the convulsions that wracked his body. "You fucking
taste like motor oil" He said disgusted as he spat the chunk of flesh
out onto the floor. He watched with a grim satisfaction as the normally
cool and collected prick flailed around trying to stop the blood that
flowed from him like water. The horrific sight distracted him enough to
stop the changing of his body. With effort he pulled the wolf back
undercontrol. His ripped skin and teeth forming back into place. He
crawled over on his hands and knees to where Roman sat. He flopped
back against his legs exhausted. Tilting his head back he looked up at
him. "Are you ok?"
Roman had a small smirk of satisfaction when he witnessed Peter's
actions. He was afraid of him becoming a Varwulf from transforming in
the wrong moon, but he was so proud of him he couldnt help but
smile. The upir moved his hand weakly on Peter's hair. "Im okay... just a
nosebleed" He said, although it looked more like an hemorrhage.
Roman pulled Peter to seat in his lap. "Just wait a moment. I know he
threw us away, but I cant walk right now. Im very dizzy" He said and
kissed Peter's temple lovingly. "Thanks for doing that" he whispered. "I
guess Im not as strong as I thought I was" He sighed.

Peter's eyes roamed over his boyfriends face, it looked like someone
had punched him. There was to much blood to be considered a
nosebleed. But then again Peter was drenched in ancient old guy
blood. "Are you sure?" He stared intently into Roman's eyes worry
written all over his face. The nosebleed was just the damage they
could see he was afraid there could be more unseen. He wrapped his
arms tightly around Roman's neck hugging him fiercely. "Fuck him. He
tried to kill me, again." He gently pushed Roman's hair away from his
face a slow smile spreading over his face. "You are strong, I couldnt
have done that if you hadnt weakened him. He moves like a viper he's
to quick for me on my own."
//As dear Dorian had his throat ripped out I can not do much talking.
But thank you for fun.
"I love you, my fierce wolf love" He said and nuzzled the tip of his nose
against yours. "This should teach us to never visit him by our own. I
have an idea, its a crazy and stupid one, but now that we are here and
he is wounded, we should go and try to find that damn painting... What
do you think?" He asked and rubbed his arm gently on Peter's arm and
tried to stand up but sunk again on the seat. "Fuck... I think this is
worse than what I thought" The effort of standing up made his nose
bleed like an open faucet. "Shit" He mumbled. "Take me out of here...
lets put some safe distance between him and us" He said feeling again
that pang of panic that started to seem his natural state lately".
//thanks mate, this was awesome. I thought you were going to kill us!
*runs*
//No I would not do that. You are both more fun alive I would say. We
should do this again some time.
//yes, but give Roman a chance to... do something to you... perhaps
bite you :)
"I love you too, even if you tried to enchant another man with your
eyes" He caught your face between his palms and brought his lips to
caress agaisnt yours gently. "I think we should burn down his house
and pray the painting is in here. But your plan is good too." Peter
reluctantly slide off your lap and stood. His whole body hurt from the
partial transformation. "What?" He looked to see you stagger followed
by lots of blood. He pulled his shirt over his head and pressed it against
your nose to stop the bleeding. "I'm going to run out of clothes hanging
out with you." He teased lightly his mind whirring with worry. He didnt
like seeing you this way he felt such fear, he knew you would be alright
but he couldnt help the fear that you were hurt. He bent and grabbed

you hooking his arm under your legs and the other behind your back. "I
know I complain about you doing this but you better not." He warned
as he carried you from the house leaving the blood splattered room
behind.
/Absolutely. I thought that surely Dorian would know how to defend
from mind control. Please bite away. I am sure Dorian would enjoy and
succumb to that ;)
Roman chuckled despite feeling as if he were bleeding out. "I will get
you new clothes babe" He pushed the checkered fabric against his
nose. "I think burning this place down with him inside would be
awesome, but we need accelerants and right now I rather go home."
Roman sighed, perhaps before leaving he should take what was left of
the luxurious scotch he had tasted previously. His eyes squinted
suddenly. "You think that bastard could have placed some blood thinner
in the drink he gave to me?" He frowned and wrapped his arms
languidly around Peter's neck as he carried him. "I hope this will be the
last one you carry me like this, cause really, this is hurting my self
esteem" He joked and leaned his head against Peter's chest, loving the
scent he emanated, the one that soothed him and made him feel at
home.
//that would be awesome! buuut you wont turn into an upir or you
would be invincible and thats a no no :P Good night! love you Peter
Pan.