Hey there thanks for clicking on my story! So i figured I'd explain a couple of things before the story starts.

1) this takes place between season 2 to season 3 roughly (i say roughly because i might fuck up continuity or something but I'm trying not to worry so much about that and more about the quality of the story itself.)

2) it does involve OC's and my girl will be paired off later in the series. I'd say who but i want to build up to it and let it be a surprise.

3) most of my plots aren't going to be revealed in this chapter but throughout my story i'll throw in hints and foreshadowing about what i want to happen. will i succeed in completing them flawlessly? Probably not because its my first time doing something like this and I'm sure i'll fuck it up or make it confusing at some point.

4) the plot itself is mostly my own original idea but it takes place in Hemlock Grove and involves the main characters we all know and love) So i figured I'd let you guys know in case you're not into that sort of stuff. I see a lot of stories that take place during season one and the show itself but i wanted to do something different, maybe one day i could do something like that but for now I'm trying to do my own thing in the Hemlock Grove Universe.)

And i believe that's all i want to establish for now so on with the story!

Warning: Contains strong language and slight gore. Rated M for a reason

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Hemlock Grove or any of its characters or storylines, i just own my OC's.

Italics mean that it's either a radio/tv talking or that its a dream. also most of the font is based on my preferences lol. but i can change it if it gets confusing or challenging for some readers.

12:45pm

"And it looks like we are having one of the biggest storms of the season this weekend folks. Right now in eastern area we are placing severe thunder-storm and flooding warnings. We are advising everyone to stay indoors and off the roads to avoid-"

"Not happening fucker" a masculine voice said as he reached for the knob to switch the channel on his radio before looking back to the road in front of him.

A young man around 24 was driving a faded red Toyota corolla. His sandy hair fell into his eyes, a fierce green that was locked on the road in front of him. The rain fell on the windshield of his car, shattering against it with such a force he almost believed there was a chance it would shatter the glass. He could barely see the road because of the combination of rain pouring down and the fog that hung in the air. The wise thing would be to pull over and wait for the storm subside enough to see clearly. But he had no intention of stopping, he wanted to get to his destination as soon as possible. Besides, he didn't want to spend more than six hours in this car. He knew she wouldn't either. He turned his head to his left to check on his passenger, a girl no older than 18 sleeping with her head leaning against the window. The hood on her sweatshirt was pulled up but he could still see some of features peeking out. Her hair was flowing out of her hood, the color resembling a newborn fawn, her pale skin a sharp contrast to the charcoal color of her hood. He could see the wire from her headphones

"Hey," he reached over and shook her arm. She let out a groan and opened her deep brown eyes to glare at him.

"We almost there?" she asked taking out her headphones. She then pushed back her hood revealing dark brown roots that matched her full eyebrows.

"About another half hour to an hour tops."

"Then why the hell did you wake me up?"

"Because I need you fully awake when we get there to unload the car, and since it takes you forever to dezombify yourself I figured I should give you a head start." She rolled her eyes.

"Dezombify? Really?" he shrugged his shoulders and she let out a sigh. "Fine, I'm up."

"Good, because I also wanted to go over with you the plan. You remember it right?"

"Right." She said sitting up straight. "We're just your average brother and sister moving to this backwater small town to get a fresh start. You'll be working part-time at a dive bar while doing freelance website designing on the side."

"Good. And you'll be?" he asked

"I'll be your typical teenage girl. A stunning bombshell every guy wants to get with and every girl wants to be. But really I'm a deadly succubus as a result of a virgin sacrifice gone wrong-"

"You're just referencing Jennifer's Body now!" he exclaimed annoyed.

She laughed "I'm just fucking with you. It was on cable last night and I thought you'd appreciate it considering you used to have a huge crush on Megan Fox years ago." He just rolled eyes and refused to look at her, focusing on the road instead.

"Not funny huh?" she pulled her up legs, so she was sitting pretzel style in her seat, tracing patterns on her black combat boots. Something she usually did in the car when felt tension in the air. "Sorry Jason. I just thought I'd lighten the mood. I know how hard this is for you."

"It is hard but it's what we have to do. It's what we've been doing for a long time."

Through the windshield they could make a blurry glow of a gas station sign. Jason turned his blinker on and pulled into the parking lot. He turned off the engine and unbuckled his seat belt.

"I have to meet a guy here. Should only take a few minutes."

"Okay, but I need some coffee if you really want me to dezombify myself."

He rolls his eyes while pulling out his wallet to hands her some cash. "Get me a Monster, some slim jim's and get whatever you want."

"Ugh I don't know how you can drink those things. Can't you just get your caffeine fix with coffee like a normal person?"

The get out of the car and go their separate ways. The bell rings as the door opens and the cashier greets her unenthusiastically while not looking up from his magazine. Grabbing Jason's stuff first she then goes to pour herself a pot of most likely old coffee while looking out the glass window. Jason is out there talking with a man hidden under a hoodie with his hands in his pockets. It looked like the rain lightened up a little since neither of them were soaking wet. She was so busy watching them that she didn't notice her coffee was overflowing until she felt her hand start to burn.

"Ouch! Mother-" she looked over to see the cashier give her the evil eye. He was a middle-aged haggard looking man. Stopping herself from finishing that sentence she grabbed some napkins to clean up her mess. Once she managed to save her coffee she went over to the register to pay for her things.

"Bad weather huh?" she said to the clerk.

He didn't respond as he kept checking out her items. Trying recover from that awkward moment she looked at some of the magazine headlines that were on display. There were typical gossip magazines, which celebrity was having an affair, who was having twins and which real housewife was going to prison. But there was one title that really stuck out to her, a newspaper article with a picture of a gaunt looking man standing in front of a shabby apartment building. Landlord in critical condition after responding to noise complaint. Her fingers gripped the counter, her head started to spin.

"Horrible isn't it." She looked up to see that the guy had finished ringing her items. "Supposedly the guy got a complaint about one of his tenants causing a ruckus. They think it was some kind of domestic abuse situation with a guy and his girl. Goes up to tell them to keep it down only to be attacked and left for dead. The tenants were gone but he was in bad shape, all bloody like he got slashed apart."

"Yeah that is awful…" she could barely choke out the words.

"You look green? You're not gonna throw up are you?"

"I'd really appreciate it if you could just tell me what I owe and I'll leave before anything happens."

Not wanting to clean up vomit he tells her the amount, takes her cash and gives her items back so she could leave. Feeling the cool air against her face she felt instantly better, the rain was now a welcoming friend instead of an annoying nuisance. Seeing her brother in the car she gets in and hands him his stuff.

"Thanks." He says before noticing how pale she looks. "You okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine." She takes a long sip of her coffee, trying to pass it off as being tired. "So did you get what you need?"

"Yeah. Got all the documents we need to make a new life for ourselves. Speaking of which, here's your new ID." He hands her a laminated card. She takes and observes it with curiosity before arching her eyebrow.

"Jane Grimm? Really?"

"You always loved those Grimm fairytales. And I thought you liked plain names like Jane?"

"It's a lot better than my real name… whats yours?

"Joseph Grimm."

"Guess that means I can't call you Jace anymore?" it was her favorite nickname for him.

"Just stick with Jay in public if you have to." He said before starting up the car. "alright, just got to get the keys to our new place from Tony and we'll be in our new home soon." Tony was Jason's (now Joseph's) new boss who found them a place to stay. Jason found him on the shadier part of the internet. Tony was willing to hire anyone with no background checks so long as they didn't mind getting paid under the table.

"Home huh?" she glanced out the window and saw a huge worn out looking sign.

Welcome to Hemlock Grove.

Peter's POV

He didn't know how he got there, lost in the woods at twilight. Everything seemed to glow orange, a dreamy iridescent color that would put anyone at ease.

"Hic..hic… help…"

He heard someone crying, he had followed the voice for some time now. He had no idea how long it had actually been but if felt like he was endlessly searching for something that didn't exist. The forest felt more like an endless maze, the one place he used to feel like it was his home was now foreign to him.

"Grrrrr."

He whipped his head around to see a wolf. Its fur was various shades of brown, he recognized it as a Yukon. The wolf turned around and started to head off to the east, looking back at Peter as if gesturing him to follow him. The crying became louder as he followed, the forest floor eventually turned into a stone path, leading up to a house that had long been abandoned. the exterior reminded peter of an old southern plantation. Columns decorated the front of the house, holding up a round balcony just above the front door. Vines were climbing up the walls, getting tangled in the shutters of the windows. It looked as if it had once been white but was now a decayed looking brown. The front door was slightly open, the Yukon bolted for it and disappeared into the darkness.

Peter felt a strong wave of unease as he entered the house. The sour stench of old mold was strong in the air. Everything was tinted brown, the floor, the stairs and even the walls. The foyer was grand, containing an impressive flight of double wide stairs. On the walls were paintings that were too faded to make out what they once portrayed, a rug on the tired was covered in dirt, dust and mud. Footprints both faded and fresh covered it. Most were paw prints, but some looked suspiciously human.

"help…. Hic…."

The voice was coming from up the stairs, cautiously he ascended them. With each step they let out a loud groan, almost as if the Peter's footsteps were causing them pain. At the top though something caught Peter's eye that. Blood… a bloody hand print was smeared on the wall and dripping to the floor. He followed the trail, it was as though some was walking and bleeding out. It stopped outside an open door, inside was an empty… or so it appeared.

"pant…pant…"

He looked to the corner of the room and saw a figure hunched over. All he saw was a waterfall of dark hair and arms hugging their legs close to their chest. He assumed it was a little girl by the their size and the delicate sound of their voice. She was naked and had splatters of blood on her.

"Hey…" he called out to her. "It's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you." He walked closer her slowly, as if she were a stray dog that have never been touched by a human. Her whole body shook and she looked up at him, her eyes resembling a deer in the head lights. The sound of jingling was in the air, something that confused him until he saw her wrists and ankles. They were bound in chains.

"What the-" the floor started to shake and he nearly lost his balance. The house was moving in rhythmic waves. Thump…thump…thump.

"It won't let me go…" the girl finally says

"What won't?" the girl stares at peter and her brown eyes slowly dissolve into gold.

"Run." She said.

Before he could respond though a shrill roar came from behind him, the force of it blew his hair forward and sent shivers down his back. The last thing he saw was a giant creature with glowing gold eyes before a sharp pain made his vision go white.

"Huuu-" Peter jolted awake covered in sweat. Breathing heavily he took in his surroundings realizing he fell asleep on the couch in Destiny's apartment. Lying back down he covered his face in hands, trying to calm himself down. It wasn't the first time he had dreams like that, but it was the first that had happen in a long time. Not since before the incident at Godfrey Industries, before Miranda and Nadia were taken.

But this… this was different. Most of his dreams were just random images or visions of the future he and Roman would share. In this one though he actually felt like he was there. He could smell the forest and the old house, he could almost feel his feet hit ground as he walked, and he definitely felt pain when that thing attacked him. But that wasn't what concerned him the most, what concerned him the most was who was that mysterious prisoner, and what did any of that mean?

Normal POV

Jason was standing on the sidewalk in front of the bar talking to a bald, intimidating man in his early forties. Jane was leaning against the side of the car, listening to her Ipod and watching the two men converse. She assumed it was Tony, an assumption she found out to be true when the man handed Jay keys before disappearing back into the car. He turned around and motioned for her to take out her head phones.

"Alright, the place is ours. Let's go see what we're dealing with."

He motions to the door next to the bar, a glass on that had stairs going up behind it. The hall was very bleak and small. Painted a boring off-white color and the stairs were carpeted a slate grey. Jane felt slightly claustrophobic climbing the stairs, her hands gliding against the railings as climbed the steps. at the very top was just a small landing that had only one apartment door. Jason opened the door to reveal their new home, if one could call it that. There seemed to be only three rooms total, a living room/kitchen area, a bathroom and only one bedroom. Looking around there was a couch to the right of the entrance, in front of it was a small chunky tv. To left was what was assumed to be the kitchen area, counters and wood cabinets lined the wall. The sink and the fridge looked like they would break if you touch them. There was a small table placed next to the window facing the main street, only two chairs could fit around it.

"I know it's not much but we've been in shittier places." Jason said breaking the silence

"It's better than that one motel we stayed at in New Jersey." Jane quipped.

"The one with the blind hooker next door or the one that had a hole in the bathroom wall."

"They weren't the same place?" she smirked

"You know they might have been know that I think about it."

Jane walked into the bedroom. It had a twin bed and a dresser, the bare necessities.

"Like your new room?" Jason asked.

"My room?" she asked. "but where will you sleep?"

"The couch is a pull out. I'll just keep my stuff in the coat closet."

"Doesn't seem fair to you Jace."

"I'll manage. Besides isn't it a sacred rule that girls need their privacy or something so they can do gross girl things?"

She chuckled at that. "How is it that no lucky girl has claimed you for their own yet?"

"I keep them away so you don't scare them off. Come on, time to unload the car."

They made their way to the old toyota. Jane opened the door and went to push the seat forward to get to the back. It was stuck though and she had bang on the back of it a couple times. After the third time it flung forward with such a force that the box leaning against it fell forward. It rattled for a second and something shiny fell out of it. An iron shackle attached to a thick chain. Jane's stomach clenched at the sight of it. Jason came up and pushed it back into the box before picking it up and taking it out.

"You know we can't take any risks." He turned and made his way up the stairs. Jane took a deep breath and rubbed her wrist, the sleeve of hoodie rose to show a bruise around her wrist.

"Doesn't mean I have to like it though."

And there you have it! My first chapter to my Hemlock Grove story. Hope you like it and tune in for the mysterious that have to be uncovered. (okay, it's probably painfully obvious what the current secret might be but humor me lol.)

Interesting fact: I've actually had this idea for the story and my OC's for a couple of years now but never was motivated to write it or was just to afraid to commit to something like this (especially since i go back to school soon in a week). But my BFF told me about a dream she had with Bill Skasgard's IT and how he's seems to sexy to play him. I then recommended she watch Hemlock Grove if she wants to see him and his sexiness in action and oddly enough that gave me the courage and inspiration to write this. So if you do like it you can thank her for it :)

Also, I'm afraid I can't say for sure that I'll keep up on this story or always be able to post on a deadline because of my school and personal life. I'll try the best I can though if you guys are really interested but my inspiration depends on my mood and my mental state so I have to do whats best for me.

Once again thank you so much for reading this! I hope you like it and just to let you know this is story is rated M not just because of language but because I will eventually explore some sexual themes and other stuff later on down the road. For now though I'm trying to develop my characters and i will develop their relationships with the Main Characters before i get to that stuff.

Reviews are greatly appreciated and constructive criticism but please no flames. I want this to be a respectful and positive environment despite the it being a horror/fucked up story eventually lol. (there will be good times though, i promise)