Roman pulled over and the car bumped up onto the kerb. They were at Christina's house, which was in a suburb- it had taken them a while to find the right house number.
"This is it," Peter sighed heavily. "We're going to hell for this."
"We're going to hell anyway," Roman replied. Both sat silently for a few minutes, until Roman said: "I bought some stuff. It's in the backseat."
The two boys clambered out and Roman lifted a tartan blanket away from the seat. Beneath it was a giant axe; it looked old, possibly medieval, and definitely the most peculiar murder weapon that could be used in this day and age.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Peter raised his eyebrows and laughed.
"You like?" Roman picked it up.
"It's amazing. Amazingly lame," Peter laughed again.
Roman rolled his eyes. "I brought you a knife. Here."
"Now I feel inadequate."
Roman simply rolled his eyes again. "Come on."
"Wait- how are we gonna get inside without Christina waking up and escaping?" Peter grabbed Roman's arm.
"Just follow my lead," Roman pulled on a pair of black leather gloves.
"Alright, Dexter," Peter mumbled, and they began to walk towards the house.
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Wolf Got Your Tongue? (A Hemlock Grove fanfiction #JustWriteIt.)
FanfictionHemlock Grove Fanfiction #JustWriteIt : Based halfway through the first series, the vargulf is on the move and Roman and Peter must stop it. There's only one problem- Peter has suffered an injury which leaves him temporarily disabled, and Roman cann...
