It's three am in the morning and I'm stumbling home. Peter and Letha had taken my car because he had my keys and I was a little pissed of but not really bothered. I was still wearing romans long sleeve shirt but I had put my jeans back on.
a breathe fog cascaded down the front of me making me tempted for a cigarette. I pulled the squashed box out of my back pocket and lit one up taking a long drag. my lungs filled with the familiar tobacco vapour instantly warming me up.
I walk slowly purposely making the journey slow. I take in every sense. the sound. the sight. the smell. the feel. the taste. the bittersweet taste of the air on my palette, the density on my skin. the smell of leftover dinners and car fuel roaming the air. the sound of the occasional rustle through the leaves, the sound of dogs barking as I strolled through their territory. and then the fog and the blinking street lights that messed with my vision.
I was so fucked up.
the drugs or alcohol hadn't worn off yet, but how awkward would it be if I woke in romans bed, or roman waking me up telling me to leave? I mean no thanks. I'm cool with walking home by myself at three in the morning.
I pounce as I hear the leaves rustle and try to calm myself down, but this was a lot bigger.
it wasn't just ,e stumbling through a pile of leaves or an awoken marsupial fleeing from its nest. I froze in my steps letting my breathe swirl around my head. again, a sound of leaves rustling, closer this time though.
"whose there" I slurred hoping it was just some deadshit teenager trying to spook me. but I knew it wasn't.
a long eery howl ripped through the air making me weak in the knees. my breath hitched and I knew what it was.
A vargulf doesn't need a full moon to turn.
I felt my stomach drop as it leaped out at smacking me into the road. I felt my head get lighter as I could feel the familiar warm liquid run through my head. I look up at the beast that is pinning me down and find the strength to throw it off me.
I watch as it slides across the bitumen on its paws. I attempt to pull myself up and feel my body smack back against the road as it pounces on me again.
I begin panting knowing that this might be it. I was genuinely scared. I grabbed its neck and rolled it off me and tried to think of something to chant but before I could do anything it laughed its jaw around the back of my neck.
I dry out in pain and feel my body weaken. I feel the deep intense pain in my lower back as it dig its sharp fangs in. I can feel its snout burying deeper into my body as it continues to consume me.
I can feel what ever life is left slowly being ripped from my grasp. my siblings voices get louder and I know that this is it.
but then to my surprise a saviour. my familiar wolf friend takes my gaze and then I know that I can lay there peacefully.
I feel the dog being shoved off me as Peter attacks its. I feel the warm tears still dribbling from my eyes as I wait patiently for my horrific wounds to heal.
I watch as vargulf give in and runs off back into the woods, I see Peter turn and approach me.
He lays down by my side and whimpers as I struggle in pain. I can tell that my wounds aren't healing. so begin to channel my energy to them hoping I will heal. but it doesn't work.
It must have something to do with the vargulf. I feel myself choke out a cry and lay there sobbing.
the pain was to much.
"stella!" I hear the familiar boy who once had my heart scream. I tilt my head upwards letting my chin rest on the road.
"get... Peter" I choke out. I watch as roman releases that Peter had turned on the wrong moon. he quickly races over to his wolf form and grabs his snout, ripping it open to the point where Peters beautiful wolf coat had torn all the way down to his abdomen.
I watch as roman tugs Peter out and lay him on the road. he then turns his attention to me and quickly throws himself to his knees. He rolls me over and I screech in pain digging my nails into the insides of my palms.
"we have to speed up the healing" he said trying to look me in the eyes "yea, no shit Sherlock" I groan out in pain avoid any eye contact with my wounds. I knew they were bad.
"no, I mean I your body won't heal because its process of healing has been slowed down by the vargulf" he said again trying to make his point clear "yeah roman, I know!" I snap.
he huffs out in annoyance "you don't understand" he spits "roman..." I sob just wanting the pain to end. I watch as he reaches for my arm and grips it firmly "I'm sorry" he mumbles before snapping my arm completely.
I let out a screech that I have never heard before. a loud scream that managed to make Peter and roman both stumble back and cover their ears.
my pain receptors had been turn on, meaning I actually felt pain like a human. but roman was right.
The healing process began almost immediately on my arm and I could feel the skin on my lower back stretching over my open wound.
relief took over as I let out a breath that I didn't even know I was holding.
"stella" roman whispers crawling back to my side "thank you" I mumble feeling like an idiot. He saved my life. again.
"you shouldn't have left" he says back hurt "I woke up and didn't want it to be awkward" I say looking anywhere but at him.
he turns to Peter and begins to question him "how did you know, did you have a dream as well?" he asked "no, worse" Peter said looking at me. I knew he had something important to say.
"stella, i have imprinted on you" he says cautiously not wanting to get a bad reaction out of either of us "what!?" roman and I both spit in shock
"no, not like soul mates. but when you brought me back to life, my mind imprinted you as something I need to protect. like I owe it to you, I can't help it" he said furrowing his eyebrows at me.
"thats why you here" I say in conclusion "yea, I feel asleep in bed with Letha and then I woke up running through the woods in my wolf form" he said adding more detail to the confusing subject.
"in bed with Letha?!" roman say aggressively "oh shit" Peter mumbles "no, we went home together and we were on the bed talking and then we both fell asleep. nothing happened, I swear" he said looking at roman for approval.
romans nostrils just flared and the creases in his forehead became more distinct, "scouts honour" Peter adds holding up his three middle finger. I look over to roman and he posture relaxes as he rolls his eyes to the side "yea whatever" he said spinning on his heels to walk away.
"roman... wait" I say lifting my self off the ground, he spins back around immediately "yea?" he asks looking at me "thank you, for everything" I say looking down. I can't believe I just said that to him. he's a douche bag, but its true, I am thankful.
"and Peter, thanks" I say limping over to him to hug him. as I hug Peter I can feel roman get jealous through my shaman.
"get over yourself, he's my friend. you should try it" I say with my back still facing him . I hear romans steps take him in the opposite direction.
"lets go home"
ok so this chapter was important, even though it didn't really seem like it. I needed stella and Peter to gain that relationship and for them to officially see the vargulf. I know it's not going along the storey line of hemlock grove but I think this is just as good.
yours truly, aileysh
Cheers for reading xx
