Wings of Blood and Cruelty
A Hemlock Grove fanfic by Glamoured By-Eric
Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.-Friedrich Nietzsche
Chapter 17 - Blood Lust
Roman stayed that night in the lobby of the jail, so that Lynda could get some sleep at home. He called Amanda and let her know he would be gone. Norman wasn't picking up his cell, but he left him a message as well. Relaxing in the chair with his long legs out in front of him, he crossed his ankles, and eventually nodded off. As he slept, he began to dream.
Morgan was again sitting at the bar, sipping a whiskey, and he smiled and sat down next to her at the bar. She was wearing the same black shirt, skirt and leather jacket that she had worn when he had met her earlier. This time they left the bar together, and Roman drove them to a secluded spot. She opened the door and went around to the hood of the car and scooted on top of it.
Roman smiled again and poured himself out of his car, walking around the front to place his hands on either side of her. Morgan snaked an ankle around Roman's waist and pulled him towards her. They didn't speak as Roman reached up under her skirt and pulled her thong slowly down her thighs, then put them in his jacket pocket. He removed his jacket and tie, laying them down on the other side of the hood. She leaned up and unbuttoned his shirt, then slide it over his shoulders and down his long arms before running her palms up and down his chest. He leaned in for a searing kiss, feeling his cock tightening, and nipped her lip hard enough to accidentally draw a little blood.
Licking her lip, his nostrils flared as he suckled it to get all of the blood that he could and felt something he had never experienced in his life. An intense hunger in his stomach. He felt the fangs come down and moved away from her to try to get control of himself, cocking his head to the left so he wasn't looking directly at her.
Morgan took his reticence as a hint that she should continue. She undid his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled him out, making a slight noise when she saw how hard he was. She leaned forward even more and took him into her mouth.
Roman closed his eyes in appreciation but was struck with another hunger pain and pulled away from her. Instead, he spread her legs, breathing hard, and put his mouth on her. A spasm and a moan was her response. As she got close, he turned his head to the left and bit her inner thigh and began to drink. She climaxed and began to move as he continued to lap up her blood.
Not in the least satisfied hunger-wise, he tore into her thigh and began to drink again as she struggled against him, suddenly screaming. He put a hand over her mouth as she tried to break free as his body held her lower half immobile. His hunger was finally being appeased as she stopped struggling and lay still.
Roman felt drunk on the blood and rested his head on her other thigh while he licked his lips and reveled in the blood. He finally got up and wiped his hand over his chin and then licked the blood from his hand, staggering back as he did so.
Roman woke up and yelled, "No!"
Quickly recovering, he glanced at the officer at the front desk and looked around, finally seeing the restroom sign. In the restroom, Roman relieved himself, then went to wash his hands. An officer entered, covered in blood, and ran into a stall and vomited.
As Roman turned to leave, the smell of the blood over the smell of stale vomit hit him. He felt his stomach clench and the feeling from his dream came over him as his fangs grew in his mouth.
When a second officer came in, Roman turned back to the sink, went through the motion of washing his hands again and listened.
"Are you okay, man?" asked the second officer.
"No, I'm pretty fuckin' far from okay. We just found what was left of Chelsey Williams on the sidewalk on Maple Street. Something ripped her apart. I fuckin' slipped on the blood pool and fell on her. Got her all over myself. I don't ever want to see anything like that again. The iron smell was so strong."
"Well then it can't be that gypsy that Chin has locked up. He's been here most of the day and all evening."
"Nah, it wasn't no kid. It was a huge animal. We saw it running away. We gave chase with the car, but it got away from us. Lightning fast. Hairy motherfucker."
"Godfrey," the second officer said, noticing Roman. "Aren't those hands clean yet?"
Roman didn't answer because of the fangs but finished up and saluted the officer as he exited the room. He kept on walking out the front door to go find something to eat at the diner. Once at the diner, he ordered two rare burgers without fries and ordered a cola to wash it all down.
As he was nearly finished eating, being careful not to let anyone see his fangs, Roman began to feel heavier, felt like he was almost in a trance-like state and found himself staring at the back of the head of the person in the next booth. The voices he sometimes heard came to him, causing his lids to begin flickering closed. They had never been this strong before.
With his eyes closed, he tuned out the noises around him and concentrated on the voices. They were encouraging him to take what he wanted from the man in front of him instead of eating the rest of the second burger. He shook his head to try to clear it.
"Will there be anything else?" asked the waitress, who had just come back to his table.
Roman looked up dazedly and tried to focus on her cleavage right in front of him, but his eyes moved to her neck as his vision suddenly cleared, and he saw and felt her pulse beating there without even touching her.
Take her!
He shook his head again and found his voice but his words came out a little funny. "No. No thankth. Juth the check."
Roman hurriedly finished his meal, laid a twenty on the table, and left the diner. The voices had gone. Back in his car, his stomach growled again. Roman said out loud with a bit of a lisp through his fangs, "What the fuck!"
Back at the police station, Chin went down the long hallway to Peter's holding cell. Peter was lying down on the cot moving his leg back and forth nervously. Chin unlocked the door, and Peter sat up quickly, then stood.
"Get out of there, Rumancek. Someone else was killed tonight, same M.O., so we are letting you go. Even you can't be in two places at once. You can pick up your things at the front desk then catch a ride with your friend, Godfrey. Just stay out of my sight."
Peter edged by Chin and went out into the main lobby. Roman was back from dinner and was excited to see him. Roman stood up, and Peter gave him a manly hug before collecting his things from the officer on duty. They walked outside and got into Roman's red car.
"Thank you for the lawyer, man. I am so glad they let me out of there tonight. I can't tell you how relieved I am. I hate that another person had to die before they let me go, but at least I am off the hook for the murders now."
When Roman didn't reply, Peter said, "You're awfully quiet. What's up?"
Roman's stomach growled loudly. "Thit!" exclaimed Roman. "Not again!"
"We can go grab a bite if you are hungry."
"I juth ate. Thath not the problem."
Peter started laughing. "Are you lisping?"
"Thut up!" Roman replied. "Ith not fuckin' funny, Peter. I can't control thith. My fangth won't retract. Thee." He showed Peter his fangs. "Ith like having a hard on that won't go away."
Peter tried not to laugh and failed. Then he caught himself and changed tactics to helpful. "Okay, so what brought this on?"
"I fell athleep in the lobby, becauth thomeone needed to thay here and make thure you were not mithtreated. Your mom went home. OK, I fell athleep. I'm not perfect. I dreamt that I killed thomeone and drank her blood. Then one of the officers came in covered in blood from the crime scene. Now I am craving blood and don't know what to do. I can't call my mother and athk her."
"What about calling your aunt?"
"I thought of that, but I only know her firth name. I don't know if they'll know who thee ith."
"Trust me," said Peter. "They will know who the MILF with the Italian accent is. Call the hotel."
"Maybe you'd better do it. I can barely talk ath it ith."
Peter chuckled. "G-g-give me the phone, Sylvester, you scare-dy cat."
Roman glowered at Peter but handed him the phone.
"I'm going to call my mom first."
"Tell her that you are thaying with me tonight." Roman said.
He reassured Lynda that he was okay when she answered and mentioned he was staying the night at Roman's. Then he called information and got the number for the hotel. After he fabricated a cock and bull story about Roman's jaw being injured and that he couldn't tell him his aunt's last name and needed help from said aunt, the desk clerk knew who she was and put him through.
"Ciao," answered Ana.
Peter handed the phone to Roman, indicating that she was on the line.
Roman took the phone. "Aunt Ana? Thith ith Roman. Can I talk to you about a private matter?"
"Certamente, Roman," she replied. "What can I do for you?"
"I need to know how to make my fangth retract."
"Are you sure you do not want to discuss this with your mother?"
"No, I do not. I am done with her thit. I wath hoping you could help me. Explain thingth to me. I am new at thith."
"Roman, you are... how do you say in English? Blood lusting. Are you also having pain in your stomach?"
"Yeth."
"There is only one way to get rid of this problem. You must feed on a human. You need blood."
"I can't do that. The way I feel right now, I'd probably kill them."
"You must take the blood to survive. It is our way. There is another possibility but the substance is so rare that it is difficult to find. The gypsies used to make it in my homeland when I was young. Just a drop in your eye and the lust goes away, at least until the next time it hits you. Eventually, you will need to feed, Roman, or the consequences will haunt you forever. Room service is here, I must go. We'll talk more about this. Ciao." She hung up.
Peter looked at Roman. "What?"
Roman was not happy. "Thee told me I had to drink human blood or uth a thubthanthe that only gypthieth make. Do you know about this elither?"
"Elixer? A... no. Not that I know of... wait. My mom was selling something to your mom that was stashed at my uncle's place. Do you suppose that is it?"
"Maybe. Can you call her?"
"Sure. Can I borrow the phone again?" Roman handed him the phone.
"Hey mom. It's me. You know that stuff you were selling to Mrs. Godfrey? Well, Roman needs some of it. Do you still have some? You do? Great. We're on our way."
"Thank God!" exclaimed Roman, starting the engine and pulling away from the curb.
AN:
The music for the closing credits would be The Smashing Pumpkins: Bleed.