His captive possession (Roman Godfrey/Hemlock Grove fanfiction) book 1

Chapter 1

Cornelius smiled while looking up and spotting his old friend standing before him. "Well if it isn't Olivia Godfrey. I'm quite surprised to see you around. I honestly didn't think you would settle down, let alone settle down in a small town like Hemlock Grove. Anyway, to answer your question, my wife and I moved here after we got married. We thought it would be a perfect place to raise our little girl."

"Darling you have a little girl now? I must meet her. You also must meet my son Roman. I figured it would be good for him to spend some time at the park in the fresh air running around among other children," Olivia replied.

"Olivia, we have been friends for quite a long time. I know when something is wrong. Besides you are a horrible liar. Might as well come out with it and speak up," Cornelius said.

Olivia sighed. "My husband JR isn't doing anything for me like he used to. He doesn't touch me, pleasure me. He doesn't really show any form of affection towards me. He rarely speaks to me, let alone looks at me. When he does take the time to look at me, he only gives me looks of disgust. I know that deep down he blames me for the death of my daughter Shelley. He thinks that I'm heartless because the day of her funeral I wasn't shedding tears like he was. But one of us had to keep strong while the other wept the loss of our daughter. All he did was cry, so I had to go and look bad acting like my daughter's death didn't effect me one bit. Knowing that he blames me for the way I acted, it only infuriates me more, and makes me wonder why I continue to stick around for him to treat me like that. Then I look at my son and I remember why I stay in that horrible marriage. I do it for my son Roman. Cornelius darling, do tell me how you manage to keep your wife in the dark about what you truly are? Because my husband is growing highly suspicious of me."

"My wife knows exactly what I am. She knew when we first started dating. I felt it was only right that she knew, so that way she had the chance to run far away from me and forget about me. Fortunately for me, I lucked out because Shayna looked past the monster in me and saw me for the loving husband that I really am. We dated for a couple years. Then we got married and now we have a little girl. Yes Shayna was aware that by having a baby with me, that we would have half upir in our daughter. But we still love her all the same," Cornelius explained.

"Darling you did luck out. With JR getting suspicious of me, there is no doubt that he will go into the dramatics with is. Oh how I wish I had lucked out like you did," Olivia said while trying to hide the envy in her voice.

"Olivia you do know that you're a strong woman. You don't really need a man in your life. If JR isn't giving you what you want in the bed, then go out there and find some pleasure on the side. Then your husband will go about his business getting wrapped up in work. Shit he will be so consumed by what he's doing there is no doubt in my mind he'll forget all about you and what you're doing behind his back," Cornelius replied.

Olivia gapped at him. "Such a typical Cornelius answer. But you might actually be right on this."

Peter and his mother were walking by a park making their way home, when Peter looked up and noticed a young girl around his age. "Momma look over there! There is a girl my age. Can we please stop and play with her for a bit?"

Lynda looked over and noticed the little girl playing on the playground with another little boy. As much as Lynda wanted to let her son go over there and join in, she knew better than to do so. People weren't kind to gypsies. Lynda knew this and knew that Peter was special. This only made her fear of how the other two children he spotted would treat him, if they were to find out about his secret, along with the fact that he was a gypsy. "Oh Peter as much as I would love to let you go over there and play, you have to understand my sweet boy that not everyone is accepting of our people."

"But momma I don't think that young girl would do anything to hurt us. She looks friendly enough," Peter tried.

"I'm sorry Peter but we can't. We must do what we can to keep ourselves safe first. Besides it's best we stay here. See that little boy over there," Lynda said while pointing over to the blonde boy with rage in his eyes.

"Yeah what about him momma," Peter asked.

"He's going to do something terrible to that boy. Just watch and let this be a lesson on how people treat us," Lynda pointed out to the little boy making his way over to where the young girl and boy are playing together.

Roman was wandering around the playground looking for something to keep himself busy while his mother socialized, unaware that a pair of gypsies were watching his every move. Roman was used to playing by himself seeing as no other kids parents wanting them playing with him, because of who is mother is. Roman was playing and minding his own business, when he looked up and spotted a young girl his age with long black hair playing by herself as well. Roman stood there watching the girl in pure fascination not wanting to disturb her as she seemed content with entertaining herself. He didn't quite understand why, but the young boy had begun to feel the need to keep her for himself. Roman continued to watch and felt himself grow jealous as another boy approached the young girl, holding his hand out for her to take; which she did. Such a simple action caused anger to flow through his little body. Roman was angry with the boy for touching the unnamed girl that he claimed as his and his alone.

As if sensing his angry glare on them, the little girl turned and spotted Roman glaring at the boy beside her. The girl tapped the little boy, pointing in Roman's direction while saying something to the little boy. The little boy said something back to the girl before both turned their backs to Roman once again, walking away from him. Not being able to hold back his anger anymore, Roman marched over to the little boy making sure he stopped him from taking the little girl away from him.

"Hey! Let her go," Roman said causing the boy and girl to stop turning around to look at him once again.

"What are you going to do if I don't? Better yet, why don't you go away? Obviously she wants to play with me, not you so go elsewhere," The boy responded.

"I said let her go. Now you can do just that, and never bother her again; or you can deal with the consequences that come with not listening," Roman stated.

The boy rolled his eyes at Roman. "Who are you to be talking like that? Do you honestly believe that you are better than everyone else in the world?"

"My name is Roman Godfrey," Roman replied causing the boys eyes to grow as the size of saucers.

"Did you say Godfrey? I've heard stories about your family. They are very powerful and very wealthy. My great, great grandfather lost his life at the mill that your family owns. Both my uncle and father work at the institute for your father," The boy replied in fear.

"If you want them to remain employed at my family's institute, then you will listen and leave the girl alone. I don't ever want to see you hanging around my friend again," Roman said in a possessive tone before the kid rushed off.

"Hey wait," the little girl cried out before turning to glare at Roman. "Why did you chase him away? He was my first friend."

"I did what was right. You don't need a friend like him, not when you have me. My name is Roman Godfrey," Roman introduced himself.

The little girl let out an annoyed sigh before replying. "I will not bring dishonor to my father's good name by being rude to you. I'm Alyse Stormnight. Pleasure to meet you Roman Godfrey. Now if you will excuse me. I need to get going. Father must be worried about me." With that Alyse walked away leaving Roman standing there stunned that she had talked to him in such a way.