@apotheosistm gets a plotted starter from Peter!
It’s been at least a year since he’s been to the town of Hemlock Grove. A year worth of torture and brainwashing. A year's worth of killing Upir’s and werewolves and god only knows what else that is out there. There is so much blood on his hands and the wolf couldn’t care. In fact, at this point, he craves it.
This is the final test, they tell him. To go hunt down an Upir by the name of Roman Godfrey. He must be important, Peter thinks, for this to be a final test. Destroy the Upir and then he will be granted his cure. No more self-loathing, no more feeling dirty because of who he is and wanting to claw through his own veins as if it will open him up and the filth will pour out of his veins.
They’ve given him an address. It’s fancy, some rich asshole’s place. This Upir must have it pretty good. It’s late, past midnight, at least two am when he gets there. It’s easier to hunt in the dark, to slip into a house undetected. Whether or not the Upir is actually asleep, Peter isn’t sure but that doesn’t matter either. One way or another, he will kill him, and he will get his cure.
Going into the residence is easy, he slips through the front door like it is nothing. It’s dark downstairs. Good. He pauses to listen, no movement downstairs, he must be upstairs. Careful steps are taken, blade in his hand gripped tightly as he climbs up the stairs.
There are so many goddamn rooms. It’s irritating. Hand flies out to open one that’s half-open, fingertips gently pushing against the door. Nope, not there. A low growl rumbles in his throat - he’s impatient. He wants this over with.
Which is bad for him because it ends in a mistake. His pace picks up and he bumps into a table, which has a vase on it, it causes the vase to go crashing down onto the floor and breaking into several pieces. It makes Peter tense up, body going rigid before he’s quick to vanish into a room.
Who the fuck puts a table with a vase in the middle of a fucking hallway?!
Whatever, it doesn’t matter. Hopefully, hiding in this room will avert suspicion but an Upir is smart and he doubts he’ll be that lucky. Which is why he’s already got the blade aimed, prepared to lunge as soon as the Upir comes into the room.
