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No Fate But My Own.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost Girl or it's characters, I just so love playing with them. No profit is being made with these stories that I write, so please don't sue me.
Chapter 1
The Ash/The Morrigan
"About time you finally graced me with your self-righteous presence," the dark and beautiful leader of The Dark remarks indignantly. "You are the one that requested this meeting after all. What is it you want? I'm missing a manicure appointment and in case you haven't noticed the fae flu is sweeping through the populous like wild fire."
"That is why I called this meeting." The dark skinned fae, raises a hand at the two guards that had accompanied him to the glass factory, indicating that they were to stay where they were. Evony tells her own entourage to remain where they are before moving forward, meeting the tall imposing leader of The Light half way. "Doctor Lewis has manufactured a vaccine for the flu outbreak. She and her people are inoculating all of the light fae in the county with the serum as we speak," the Ash gloats, unable to resist rubbing Evony's nose in the fact that he had snatched the brilliant doctor out from under her nose all those years ago in the Congo and he knew it still pissed her off immensely.
The Morrigan purses her lips, anger glinting in her dark eyes. "Yes, letting that delicious doctor slip through my fingers is one of my most untenable mistakes. My scientists can't seem to get a stable formula, the virus mutates too fast. Fucking incompetent morons. I presume you are here to ransom the vaccine that will save my people. The question is, can I afford the price?" Evony hated this man in front of her with such passion at times, that she once again thought about getting rid of him once and for all. But as she stood there, glaring at the arrogant bastard, she remembered her fathers wise words. "Better the devil you know, than the devil you don't." And she knew this devil, very well. What if she killed him and his replacement was worse. Would she even be able to kill him? She had known Samuel a long time and she had a grudging respect for his power and leadership...most of the time. She sighs and closes her eyes, "What is it you want in exchange for the cure, Sammy?"
The Ash' lips twitch into a small smile at the nickname Evony had used when they were young. They had played as children, much to their parents displeasure. No matter how hard they had tried to separate them, the tighter their friendship had become, so in the end their parents had just let them be. "It's been a long time since you've called me that, Evee," he says, a long lost feeling of affection sweeping through him.
"I miss you sometimes," Evony confesses, liking the smile that he so rarely used any more. He reaches out and touches the side of her face with his fingertips, causing her breath to catch at the gentle intimate gesture.
"As do I, when you aren't making my life difficult," he replies with equal affection the deep voice rumbling with a longing and loneliness, that reflected her own. Samuel clears his throat and locks down the stirring of his long-dormant feelings for the exotic and dangerous beauty before him. Evony gives him a sad smile, as she watches her childhood friend regain control of his emotions, his arrogant mask slipping back into place. "Maybe we can continue this line of discussion a little later, perhaps over dinner." The black fae looks just as shocked as Evony over the invitation that had just slipped out of his mouth.
The Morrigan's eyes twinkle with mischief, her tongue moistening her full ruby red lips suggestively, "I would like that. Do you still have the scrying stone we used to use?" He nods once, confirming that he did indeed still have the flat piece of obsidian that was spelled to communicate with the one that Evony had in her possession. "Fine, I will dust it off and wait for your call. Now then, back to the business at hand. What do you want in exchange for the vaccine formula?"
The Ash smiles, "Oh no, Evee, I won't be handing over Dr. Lewis' formula. We will set up a neutral site and my people with administer the cure. And every few years you will have to pay to vaccinate any new fae that require the inoculation."
"And I'm back to hating you again. What is your price?"
"You have a dagger that belonged to The Dark King, I want you to deliver it to... Bo."
The Morrigan stares incredulously at Samuel and then laughs when she realises that he was deadly serious in his request. "You can't be fucking serious, why the hell would you ask me to do that?"
"Because I think it belongs to her," he answers matter of factly. Evony finds herself pacing in front of her clearly insane friend, her mind trying to determine what The Ash' angle was.
"Samuel, you are playing with fire. That thing is dangerous even in the wrong hands and if what you are suggesting is true and she is connected to it through blood..Because that is what you are suggesting, isn't it?..." She pauses her pacing to look at him, he inclines his head in confirmation, his dark eyes appraising her reaction to his demand. "Jesus, Sammy! What's happened to you since that bomb blast? Did it knock something loose inside that thick head of yours?" All of a sudden the pieces fell into place in Evony' whirring mind. The prophecy, what did it say? Rise of the old bloodlines, claim to both Light and Dark through birthright. Fuck, no... double fuck. The bomb and the rumours that it was Aoife, the daughter of The Blood King. The daughter that was supposedly executed at the hands of The Dark King, centuries ago. She looks at her guards, "Get out! Go stand outside." She looks at The Ash with angry eyes and a motion of her head towards his own guards. The black fae sighs and rolls his eyes at the livid woman standing in front of him. He turn and makes a tiny motion with his hand. The two imposing ogres instantly move towards the exit, leaving the two leaders alone. "Are you seriously suggesting that Bo, this young impudent and so terribly annoying thorn in my fucking side, is royal on both sides? I know she was rumoured to be helping Aoife after the bombing. Is that why you suspect that that crazy bitch is her mother. It's hardly solid evidence and surely you aren't suggesting that she aided her in the attack on the compound. She is in love with that blonde doctor of yours and she's way too human to have seen that the doctors sacrifice would have been acceptable collateral damage in exchange for the chaos and turmoil losing you and the Elders would have done to The Light."
"I believe that, The Blood Kings crown called to her blood...to her power and Aoife is a succubus, descendant of the first true succubus. Is that solid enough for you?" Samuel closed the distance between them, encroaching on Evony' personal space. "I'm right about this, Evee. Trust me, like I trusted you in your plan to inflict her with Seth's darkness. I had to risk Lauren for that plan, do you have any idea what kind of trouble we would be in now if we were wrong. The doctor would have been dead and we would be following her, dying from this God-awful flu epidemic."
Evony glowers at him before starting her agitated pacing again. "If I didn't need this serum to cure my people, I would tell you to go fuck yourself. You are a real bastard sometimes. You know that, right? If she is who you are suggesting, her power..would..be..immeasurable. What are you hoping to gain from this? How is bringing this succubus bitch into her full power going to help us. She is unaligned, she makes a mockery of our laws and spits on our traditions. She's a brat, a pain in my ass."
"Oh, come on, Evee! You hate our laws and restrictions as much as I do! It's time to change things, to shake the fae to the very foundations of it's beliefs and medieval traditions. This is the 21st century, we need to move out of the dark ages and into the modern world. I want Bo to lead a third neutral court. It will be the grey area between The Light and The Dark. Any new coming of age fae, will be able to choose between the three and together through a joint council of elders we will form a new future." The Ash' face shone with conviction and passion as he laid out his blueprint for the future. Evony found herself becoming equally impassioned by his plans, her own desires for a more stable and renewed balance amongst the fae, igniting her own long forgotten desires to change the way things were done.
"If we are to do this, we will need to set up the council first, to start putting the fae laws under review. This will not be an easy task to accomplish and Bo's resistance will be a big hurdle to jump. She is young, her powers are yet to mature and bringing her into those powers too soon could kill her. How do you know that she will be strong enough to conquer her awakening and ascend into adulthood?"
"Because she is the chosen one, she was born to be the fae' champion. She has learnt control over her succubus abilities in mere months. Succubi take scores of years of training to learn that type of control. She may be young, but she is lacking in neither strength or determination. Her power will be awakened and she will learn to balance both the Dark and the Light, or she will perish like any other fae coming of age."
Evony stills her pacing, her mind calming as a sense of inevitability flows through her. "Very well, I will have one of my disposable minions deliver the dagger to the succubus. But rest assured my friend that if Bo is truly who you think she is, the rite that we will awaken the dormant unsurfaced power in her, could lead her down a very dark and chaotic path. We need to be prepared for the consequences that may be lurking inside her." Evony looks at her watch, "I have to go. Make the arrangements with Lauren for the delivery of the cure, set up a clinic in neutral territory for the fae that are yet to get sick. Dr. Lewis will have to visit our hospital to administer the cure to our already inflicted. As soon as you can please, I have already lost too many to this outbreak."
"Very well, Bo may insist on accompanying the doctor as will the succubus' pet. Will this be a problem?" The Ash asks.
Evony waves her hand dismissively, "Whatever, will get the doctor there. Besides Bo's little human amuses me, so it wont be all bad."
The black fae chuckles at The Morrigan's comment. "I find her entertaining also. I will get my assistant to call yours when the details for the clinic are finalised and I will call you about dinner. We have much to discuss."
"Very well, this meeting is done then." Evony starts heading off in the direction that her guards exited, she pauses to look over her shoulder at the tall dark and handsome fae, as he strides confidently towards the other exit. "I hope this doesn't blow up in our faces," she says, making him halt and turn back towards her.
"Have faith in me, Evee and have faith in our champion. I will see you soon." Samuel gives Evony one of the smiles that used to make her weak in the knees all those years ago. She gives him a sultry smile back, before heading out of the factory and into the dimming light of dusk.