Dog Days

Fandom: Hemlock Grove

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Roman/Peter, Peter/OMC, Roman/OMC, Peter/Roman/OMC

Warnings: Slash. Language. Blood. Gore. Sex. Darkness. Alpha/Controlling!Roman. Wolf!Peter. Olivia. Death.

Summary: Nadia is missing, Peter and Roman are reeling and fumbling without Miranda, but Olivia has a plan and she knows just the demon the make it happen. Peter and Roman might be even more over their heads.

1.

Pills and Potions

It happened fast. Too fast. One minute his whole life was plummeting to the ground before his eyes, about to be ripped away from his fingers almost as soon as he dared to embrace it...and then next it was soaring above him, carried up and away by some kind of...monster.

And he wasn't one to use the term monster lightly.

All he could do was stare, suddenly numb and deaf, as his daughter (Letha's daughter) was carried away to god only knew where by...what? His childhood doctor? With scales and wings? A million thoughts pounded at his mind, warring with a dark anger roaring in his ears. The angry thing that raged inside of him, the beast he'd been trying to carve out, raged. It threw itself against his mental blocks, demanding that he go, find his child and lay waste to all that stood in his way.

He was strong. He was in control. He would track that monster down and suck the marrow from its bones while it was still alive and drink in its suffering. How dare some lowly creature touch, let alone steal, what belonged to-

"Why are you all gawking?" Her voice cut through the haze around him like a knife. "Get it together. My granddaughter isn't going to rescue herself."

He stared at her, thoughts slowing. The dark thing inside of him bellowed and his gums itched with the desire to bite. Images played out in his mind; Norman, ribs bent out and heart removed, Shelly, distraught and wailing, Letha, soaked in blood, his father, brains sprayed on the wall behind him. So much death, so much pain, because of her.

His mother.

He should have torn her throat out when he'd had the chance.

"You. You horrible"

"Oh must we?" She sighed, face pulling into a bored expression. "Surely we can argue once we've found my grandchild."

Nadia.

He looked up into the sky again, heart clenching painfully. Peter growled, low and threatening, and took a step towards Olivia. HIs eyes flashed gold and Roman could feel the air around him change, growing thick with power. Destiny made a distressed noise, reaching for Peter then drawing back, eyes flickering over to Olivia nervously.

"Peter." Roman held up a hand, catching the shapeshifter's eye. Peter growled again but nodded jerkily. "What do you propose Olivia? That we fly after them?"

"Of course not. Honestly Roman sometimes you are just ridiculous." She said it in such a way that wouldn't allow him to argue and instead demanded he accept that he was the one not making sense. "No no, we'll have to go about things...in a more ugly fashion, I'm afraid. I'm going to call in some favors." She looked down at her nails, paint a shimmering red that stood out against her ivory-white skin.

Roman blinked then, in spite of himself, let out a small laugh. It sounded thin and desperate even to his ears. It was Peter who spoke, voice thick and garbled, forced out through a mouth that was suddenly full of teeth no human should have.

"Favors? That's your solution? Some shady business men you probably fucked and hypnotized to do your bidding?"

Olivia turned away from him, eyes lingering on Peter with obvious amusement. "Please leash your dog and meet me at the mansion. The preparations are already being made but we can't waste time. Goodness only knows how long Norman will stay fresh enough. Bring the gypsy witch with you as well."

She went still for a moment, eyes going dark. "And do be prepared to bleed."

And with that she sashayed away, head held high and hair swaying. Gone was the dying frail woman and back was the darkly playful bitch he'd grown up with; it wasn't just in the strange faint glow in her eyes and the glossiness of her hair, it was in the very air around her.

The dark thing inside of him forgot it's anger and instead curled around itself, whispering of caution and fear. He was no longer the strongest monster around, not by a long shot. It demanded he fall in line and it took all Roman had to push it deeper inside of him.

Still...it probably wouldn't hurt to see what she was up to. It was a tactical move really; he couldn't just let her go about some strange plan to get back Nadia without his knowledge or input. And it wasn't as if she wasn't capable...

"Roman." Peter said his name and somehow crammed a full lecture into it. Roman cast a sideways look at him, trying to keep his expression blank. Peter's eyes narrowed and a row of sharp teeth flashed at him. "Roman."

"Rumancek." He said, fingers suddenly itching for a cigarette. He hated how Peter saw through him, read him so completely, and could say so much while saying so little. This was why Peter haunted him, even when he was nowhere to be seen, this was why he couldn't shake the other man. He was Roman Godfrey, practically a prince, and this filthy gypsy could lay him bare with a single disgusted look.

The only other person who'd been able to do that was Letha, though she'd always tempered her judgement with love.

And where had that gotten her?

"What?" Destiny was looking between them, eyebrows raise so high they were practically disappearing into her hairline. "What's going on? What the fuck just happened? What was that thing? What the hell is that bitch talking about and, by the way, can I just say just seeing her explains so much about you?"

Roman wasn't sure what to make of that (he was pretty sure it was an insult) so instead he just met Peter's eyes again. "You should both go."

Peter growled then stood up straight. Roman could hear the cracking and grinding of bones shifting and smell blood; a thin trail ran between Peter's lips as the light in his eyes winked out, returning to normal. He spit and a few pointed teeth hit the ground, covered in blood and spit.

Roman's nose twitched at the faint coppery scent.

The smaller man rolled his shoulders then made a gesture.

"Fine then. Let's go."

"What?!" The woman's voice hit a shrill note that had them both cringing. "Peter, we are leaving. This is not our fight and we are not getting any deeper into the Godfrey rabbit hole. This is way over your head, okay? We're talking the next level of bad shit, okay, and you aren't made for that. You're just a skin changer, and frankly you're not even good at that."

"You don't have to come." Peter touched Destiny's shoulder and Roman could almost see the fight drain out of her. The cousins shared a look then the woman cursed, shooting a withering look at Roman.

"As if I could leave you with him and that...woman."