(This is a Chronicles/Hemlock Grove cross over with addition of my own characters. I do NOT own the rights to Chronicles nor Hemlock Grove and their characters and settings. This story takes place after the great battle in Chronicles between Andre...
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Viktor's Outfit^^^^
Meanwhile, that same night, Viktor was spending more time with Shelley. After meeting Dr. Chasseur, it worried him with how much trouble this vargulf was causing. Viktor knew that Peter was working on finding out who it was to clear his name and stop him or her from murdering another victim. Till Peter does find out, Viktor decides to be Shelley's bodyguard till then. Matt was doing the same for Letha, but, the three of them were more concerned with this Dr. Chasseur. If she digs any further into their personal lives, she might find out about them. Their true identities and their abilities. Celena already told him that she read her mind. How she was working for someone besides Wildlife Fish and Game. Who could it be? The CIA? MI6? God knows what secret agency she could be working for.
Viktor sighs as he leaves the mansion ground, after surveying the perimeter. Crescent moon shinned above his head as he walked into the woods. He didn't dare take flight till he was cleared.
While Viktor left, Shelley couldn't shake this feeling of dread that hovered over her soul. She needed to seek wisdom from her uncle. So, she turns on her computer and sighs in relief to see that he was still online, even at this late hour.
"I have an uneasy feeling, Uncle."
"What is it?"
"Christina was absent from school yesterday. Poor innocent. I cannot imagine what toll the demon dog's handiwork must have taken on her. Have you heard from her? I sent her a card with a poem, but I shall not repeat it here. I mentioned your name in the card, should she desire the audience of a professional. I do hope you don't mind."
"Of course not."
"I know it all weighs on you, Uncle. The burden of it lies between your words."
"Don't worry about your old uncle. That's the last thing you need."
"Forgive my presumptions, but when I'm making my own reconciliations, I derive some consolation by remembering these words: 'I cannot tell how it mounts on the winds, through the clouds, and flies through heaven. Today I have seen the Dragon'."
Across town, Norman reads his niece's words and seeing the quote she sent him sent chills down his spine. Francis Pullman has repeated that quote over and over to him. His psych exams always terrified him. How Francis knew so much. But, there had to be a logical explanation. Someone from his staff had to be whispering about his daughter's pregnancy and Francis must have overheard it. That had to be it. But, the way he said it.
"I seen that thing inside her." Francis' voice echoes in Norman's head as he thinks back during the exam he did several weeks ago.
"What do you mean? The thing inside who?" His own voice echoes.
The way Francis smirked at Norman, it disturbed him deeply,"The thing inside your little girl."
