Niszczyciel (Hemlock Grove)

Blood and Secrets

We were all silent for a moment and I almost feared that a fight would break out. Roman was glaring at Peter with clenched fists. I wasn't afraid of Roman Godfrey, but he was a lot bigger than myself so I took a step away from Peter in case Roman did decide to lunge at him. It was odd-Roman seemed to be accusing both Peter and I only he wasn't giving me such a hateful look, in fact, he wasn't looking at me at all.

"I didn't kill her, I figured it was you." Peter seemed calm enough as he shot down Roman's accusations.

"Me?" Roman sounded about as surprised as Peter had been by his accusation.

"Why would any of us have killed her?" The question was to Peter, though I found myself looking at Roman. My mouth was beginning to grow dry as I began seeing him as he'd been in my dream-smiling and dripping blood from those perfect lips of his.

"Then it was you?" Roman ignored my question, finally directing his attention towards me. I thought I noticed him swallow rather hard before giving me a quick look over.

He was beginning to feel it again too. It was a near indescribable feeling of hunger, a craving. I couldn't decide whether I wanted to drain him dry or fuck him until our bodies simply gave out.

"Hey, Nisa didn't do shit." Peter snapped, taking a step closer towards me and throwing an arm out across my body as if shielding me from Roman's gaze. I took a breath, focusing on a spot in the grass as Peter had snapped me out of my thoughts.

"People are saying you're a werewolf." I noticed Roman shift uncomfortably, leaning towards Peter accusingly. People were also saying that I was a witch, for some reason, though I was thankful Roman didn't go as far as to bring that bit up.

"You believe every rumor you hear?" Peter replied incredulously, dropping his arm back to his side. Apparently he hadn't gotten the memo the last two days of school because everyone in this town seemed to believe every rumor they heard.

"Then why are we all here?" I looked back up at Roman as he had stepped even closer to us, but stopped once his eyes locked with mine. My heart was pounding in my chest as I took a deep breath, deciding to focus on Peter. My mouth was becoming so dry, I could feel my throat sticking together as I tried to swallow whatever saliva had accumulated beneath my tongue.

"You ever hear of a coincidence?" Peter was being a smart ass, but Roman chose to ignore it. He seemed genuinely disappointed about the death of this girl which surprised me as he didn't really seem like the type to feel anything.

"Are you sure it wasn't you?"

"You could try to contain your disappointment." Peter's face had fallen in a look of annoyance.

"If it wasn't either of you, then who was it?" Again, Roman's eyes had returned to me.

"We're not sure, that's why we're here." Peter shot me a wide-eyed look, indicating that I had just shared private information. I was done with it all, the dead girl, Roman, Peter, I just wanted to go home. I had my own fucked up problems to deal with without throwing some dead girl and a guy that seemed to send both my lady parts and inner psycho into a panic by just being near me.

"It's weird." Roman looked away from me, towards the shed where the girl had been killed. "I knew her. I mean, I didn't know her know her, but I'd seen her-like at parties and stuff." He licked his lips and I didn't care about the dead girl. I know I should have, it was sad in a way I supposed, but a dead girl was a dead girl. I'd never cared much for death, well it didn't bother me. I hadn't even cried when my mother died right next to me, both of us covered head to toe in her blood. She was crying, telling me that everything was going to be okay, but I didn't cry with her, I just stared-watched as she'd bled out and onto me.