f a n f i c t i o n - r o m a n c e
"When you're consumed by death it's hard not to want to die yourself."
Freyja Wendall could've spent her entire life denying what she was. She would've gladly stayed with her drunk of a father pretending th...
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"RISE AND SHINE"
CHRISTINA HAD SPENT THE night at the Sworn's house that day which Freyja could only assume was because of her 'betrayal' by sitting with Peter the 'homicidal werewolf' at school. It was enough to get strange glares by the rest of Hemlock Grove's student body, but it sucked that Christina was angered aswell. However, she wasn't going to let a few rumors determine her perspective on someone who'd only been kind to her. Though she did wish her cousin had stayed, so that she had someone to keep her sane from her grandparents-or rather grandmother's attempt at getting her to speak to them. She wasn't sure she'd heard her grandfather speak two words to her. He must've not wanted her there anymore than she wanted to be there.
"Darling," her grandmother pried before letting out a sigh when no response was given. Freyja wondered when Eleanor would get the hint that she didn't plan on speaking anytime soon. The white-haired woman hadn't even gotten a smile over the week that she'd been inside her humble abode. Bill, her grandfather stepped foward before planting his hands on the table.
"Jesus, Eleanor," He hissed out. "Just tell the girl." Freyja perked at his voice, it sounded so calm and genuine. It was the kind of voice that could make demons see the light, the kind that could calm even the most antsy of souls. It was the kind of voice that reminded her of her mother's besides the masculinity in it. Eleanor rolled her eyes at her husband before sending the confused girl a bright smile.
"Your father is going to be visiting this weekend," She told Freyja. For the first time since the move, a smile overwhelmed Freyja's face-control on her emotions slipped from her grasp as she thought about her father coming to see her. She jumped up before throwing her arms around grandfather still not really warming up to her grandmother. The world began to grow cold as a glimpse of her mother and many other strangers yanked at her vision. She still didn't speak, and once she registered what she'd done she felt herself fall to the ground at the sudden touch. She thought of the last time that she really let someone touch her for longer then ten seconds. She grabbed her knees as she realized that her grandfather too had stepped away from her touch, fear falling through his eyes.
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Freyja didn't no much about Hemlock, but what she did know was that there was a cafe just up the street from her grandparent's house. She knew that it was the kind of place that no one really went to unless they wanted to be alone. It was the kind of place no one from school ever went to. Rise and Shine Coffee Shop was a small joint that customers raved about, but it was mainly older customers that flooded into the small coffee shop. So, when she entered the cafe she hadn't expected to find Roman Godfrey sitting in one of the stools by the window. She could feel his eyes immediatly find her petite frame a smirk twisting on his face at the sight of her.
She made sure to sit far from him after getting her Vanilla Bean Frappe. Peter's warning was on the tip of her mind, and she wasn't going to allow herself to be his next conquest. She was much more than that, and she was damaged enough to be adding heartbroken to her list of tragedies. However, it was obvious Roman had a completely different thing in mind then allow her to ignore him. She knew it the moment she heard the chair across her skid against the wooden floor. A confused glare came across her pale features before she looked down, not saying a single word to the boy she had in only a few classes, but in the week she'd been in Hemlock he hadn't dared say a word to her- just less than sneaky stares. "Why did you move here," He asked. It was a question most did. Everyone was curious as to why she would move to this town in the middle of murders, and truthfully she hadn't known about them.
She leaned in propping her head on her hand before he mirrored her actions. When he realized she didn't plan on answering, he smirked. "You're not scared of me, are you?" Freyja was positive that everyone in Hemlock was scared of the Godfrey's. She could guess by the way Christina and Peter told her to be careful around him, and the way her grandfather tensed when her grandmother was talking about Godfrey Institute's expansion, Eleanor was on the town council and most didn't want the expansion-but she said crossing Olivia Godfrey was a death sentence. She should've been scared of Roman by the sounds of it.
She couldn't help the innocent smile that tugged on her lips as she countered his question, "Should I be?" He pulled away his smirk falling as though she hadn't heard the town rumors. He wanted her to be scared of him. It would keep him from falling in love with her. The only reason he never drew a connection with a female that wasn't his blood was simply because people in that town may be infactuated with him, but they were scared. He licked his lips.
"You should," He replied with a glimmer in his eyes. He was attempting to take control back as he leaned in. He needed her to throw herself at him. He needed her to be afraid of his control-of his power. "Do you know what I am?" He was a Godfrey. At the time that was all he knew he was. A Godfrey, a force to be reckoned with.
"Do you know what I am?" She was different. She counted smirking at the way his face once again faltered. He was shocked. No one ever had the power when talking to him, but she wasn't going to allow herself to be any less than she was. She was different, and she knew that much, but anything else about the weird gifts she had was foreign to her, and she didn't want them in the slightest. She stood up pushing her chair into the table before turning to walk out the door. He stood up just as quickly and reached for her arm. When he caught her in his grip, she turned around all amusement fading from her face. This was what she was scared of. She watched the world turn grey and the cold swarm her naturally unfeeling body. She was never warm nor cold unless her body was taken into the other dimension-from what she gathered. Roman was just an unmoving figure as her eyes placed on a man standing behind him.
She'd never seen the man before, but he had many similarities to Roman. Yet, at the same time they were so different. The man's head was pouring blood onto the ground, and a scream began to bubble into Freyja's throat. However, she jumped away from Roman's grip breaking the bond with the other world. She couldn't touch him. She couldn't see what he had lost. She looked into his eyes, fear evident-not from him but herself. "Maybe you should be scared of me, Roman Godfrey." With that, she turned and ran out of the cafe.
