AN: This story follows After the Dawning. You don't have to read that one to read this one but it would help. Here is the first chapter. It is a little short but I like where I ended it. This story is a little dark but then so is Tamsin. Sorry if there are errors. I try to catch them all before I submit but I am not perfect. Anyone who reads is more than welcome to review. Hope ya'll enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost Girl or the characters.
THE BOX
CHP 1
Tamsin trudged into the police station looking haggard, shoulders slumped and dark circles under her eyes. Sleep was restless with nightmares plaguing her every time she closed her eyes. Too tired to get dressed up for work, Tamsin chose a simple red tank top and dark blue skinny jeans with her hair pulled back into a lazy bun. She had the slight smell of whisky on her breath. Tamsin had an on going internal battle and needed to numb the pain. She had broken all the rules of the Dark Fae and the Valkyrie. Sleeping with Bo after her dawning was the worst of all the mistakes she could have made.
Pushing through the traffic in the station, Tamsin finally made it to her desk. Dyson wasn't around; she guessed he was on a call. The detective noticed a mysterious box on her desk with her name written on the top of it. An uneasy feeling settled in the pit of her stomach. Tamsin glanced around the room, making sure no one was paying any attention to her before she opened the suspicious package. Tamsin had to swallow the scream she held in her lungs.
"Fuck" whispered the detective. Tamsin felt sick. This was a warning. He knew, he was watching. Acacia had paid the ultimate price for Tamsin's disobedience. The detective closed the box, and with her package in hand, made her way to the front door, running into Dyson on the way out.
"Hey Tamsin" Dyson said "I was coming to get you. We have a case"
"I can't. I gotta go" said Tamsin keeping her head down "Call Bo I'm sure she would be more than willing to help"
"Wait" Dyson called out to her but she was too far gone. He stood there confused, watching as Valkyrie raced to her truck and sped away "Damn" he sighed and went to his desk to call his favorite succubus.
Tamsin was a mess; tears were flowing freely down her cheeks. The Valkyrie didn't make friends easily so to lose Acacia, who she had known for centuries and considered a mentor, was devastating. Worst of all, it was all her fault. Tamsin was speeding dangerously down the highway, whisky bottle in hand, to the outskirts of town. There was a clearing, a small piece of land in the middle of no where, that she would visit when she needed alone time. It was quiet, peaceful, and a perfect place for a makeshift funeral.