Before going home, we all agreed that we should really work together to find out what the hell is happening with our dreams and that Miranda couldn't possibly know about all this shit. She was just going to take care of Nadia, because apparently her body is getting all motherly with that baby for some reason.
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When I got back to Roman's house the next morning, the boys were waiting for me in the kitchen.
"I guess we all had that same dream right ? » I asked, drinking from Roman's glass.
« There are getting more fucked up every time. It could be shame. » Peter proposed.
« Shame ? » Roman asked.
« Yeah, who wouldn't be ashamed of doing that shit ? We need to stop those guys before they kill another kid and his mother. »
We were coming up with a plan when Roman's phone rang.
« Norman, I got a situation here. I can't really talk right now. » He still listened what his uncle had to say and was speechless. He hang up the phone, apologizing and ran to the front door. That was weird.
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Peter had convinced me to go talk to the Sheriff about our dream but I knew it was a bad idea.
We were in his office and Peter had done some research about the different elements of our dream and put it all together in a file.
« Here's what I dreamt about last night. And this is what came up when I googled this image. Stained glass windows made by a guy name Frank Bannister. This is studio. » He said handed some pictures of the place.
The sherif took it and seemed to actually think about it. "Zebulon, Ohio. » continued Peter. "Just across the border. You better get going, before it's too late. You told me to come to you when I had another dream. »
« Did you dream about it too Rose ? » he asked me. He knew damn well I did because Peter didn't keep his mouth shut. I just nodded my head.
« There was a break in last night. » He carried on. « One dead, two injured. »
Peter didn't know what to say and neither did I . « Uhm ... Sorry to hear that. »
« So I've got my hands full, looking for the perpetrator. Which moves dream chains further down my to-do list. »
« Wait, you told him to come to you, as soon as he has a new dream and now you're telling him to fuck off ? »
« There's a family somewhere out there that's about to find themselves in a serious fucking shit storm. You can do something about it, like keep it from happening, catch the murderers. » Peter tried to explain but the sheriff wasn't paying attention.
« It isn't just me ... Roman dreamt it too. »
That's it. There's not turning back now.
« Roman Godfrey ? » asked Chasseur, curious.
« Th kid in Toronto who died, Roman dreamt it too. »
« And the night before that, at the trailer park ? »
I talked before Peter could. « Look, it's when we all realized we all had the dreams don't ask why. »
« I warned Peter about holding out on me. Didn't he warn you ? »
« We're here, aren't we ? But if there's one thing I do not like is threats. »
« You're not coming, you're staying here. Both of you. Last thing I need is two psychic citizens with a rap sheet tagging along. »
« You gotta listen- » Peter tried before getting interrupted once again by the sheriff.
« You wanna get locked up for interfering with a police investigation ? »
« Nope, it's alright, we're leaving. » I said, grabbing Peter by the arm.I didn't trust the sheriff, I knew he was hiding something from us but I couldn't help warning him. « Watch it. These guys aren't fucking around. »
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Madness
Fanfiction// Sequel of Ouroboros // Even if the vargulf is now dead and buried, who knows what lurks at night in Hemlock Grove? I do not own anything, everything belongs to its rightful owner except my characters
