I dont own Lost Girl.

Chapter 1 Call me a Stranger

One hundredth client. One hundredth kill. Bo smirked proudly and looks up to stare back at the pair of chocolate brown eyes that seem to be not celebrating with the monster who owns them. Yes, a monster. That she is. A succubus who'd been in hiding for ten years, killing mostly her lovers to feed a hunger she has no control of. A hunger she had no understanding of until she met Kenzi, her BFF. A street-smart kid who grew up almost the same way she did since she left home at 17.

Kenzi's smarts extends to being a computer-hacking genius and a year ago, came up with the idea of their now 'business'. Kenzi, the brainiac of the two came up with SASSASSINS—their agency's name and a short term for Sassy Assassins. Bo had to smile to that. It cracks her up still actually.

The reminder of her job brought her back to the present. She sighed, starting to feel exhausted and hungry. She slid her phone inside the pocket of her leather jacket. Mission 100th is tomorrow night as per Kenzi—and reward's ten times the usual PF they charge their clients. Another sigh came from her. Clutching the back of her neck and closing her eyes, she reminds herself that she came here to power up and relax for the morrow's work. Kenzi decided to stay home—which is rare esp when it's some booze night and all-out partying. Said she needs to do some more research on the target. A certain Dr. Lauren Lewis? Bo's not paying much attention really. She does the succubusting but Kenzi does the rest—client contacts, research and even the collection of the
transfered funds once work is accomplished.

Bo opens her eyes and gasped upon seeing someone staring at her through the mirror. A tall blonde with Scandinavian features unabashedly giving her those flirty looks. Bo had to close her eyes for a second or the stranger will see them turn electric blue from cocoa brown. The succubus' hunger is starting to gnaw on her insides. Seems like she didn't have to look around, however, food found its way to the predator. Bo returned a naughty smile but kept her back to the beautiful prey behind her. Bo shamelessly checked her out through the mirror too. Payback is a bitch!

Hot! Bo mentally exclaimed. And the chick is giving off a 10! A brunette in mini dress walks in suddenly interrupting the moment. The blonde's deameanor changed in an instant as the newcomer stands in front of her who's seemingly annoyed.

"What the hell are you doing here, Tamsin?" the brunette almost hissing her companion's name. She made a slight head-turn towards Bo's direction but only sparing her a glance. The brunette grabbed the blonde's wrist, dragging her out of the club's VIP washroom.

The chick who was called Tamsin threw her a quick look of regret. Bo had to shrug her shoulders. Bummer. The girl seemed hot and tough enough to play slumber with a succubus. It's sort of a cue for Bo too to carry her ass out of the facility she's not suppose to use in the first place.

Outside blares the newest club tune from three floors below. She got a glimpse of the pair turning to a corner. Girlfriends for sure. Bo had to suddenly pause as pain pierced through her middle. She doubled. Starving. And she's starting to feel weak like a phone's dying battery. Bo cursed. Why'd she have to be so choosy tonight when she can just pick up any stranger and feed off of them?

A gentle hand on her elbow got her bolting and swirling at the same time and backing away. The contact was startling as some electric current shot through her entire body. Bo stumbled, falling on her ass. And she felt like one. Thinking that she must be looking like a helpless puppy half lying on the carpeted floor. Terribly pissed, she mentally prepared to give whoever the person is some street preach. Only to look up and find the warmest pair of hazel orbs that's got some sparkle in them like tiny twinkling stars at night— looking back at hers. Concern and worry was on the woman's face yet Bo's mind is somewhere else now as her eyes shifted to the mouth, the lips then watches as the pink tongue darts out to nervously lick the lower lip. Her not so- subtle oggling was interrupted by another shot of pain that made her clutch her middle. It was almost unbearable that she had gone oblivious of the sounds she's producing, making the stranger crouch in front of her.

"Oh my God, are you okay? No, of course not—stupid me! Sorry!" Rambles the woman.
Despite the pain, Bo couldn't help but smile and look up again. And she felt it! Her succubus taking over. Her eyes mustve flashed blue as the stranger suddenly froze, eyes wide and mouth agape. Shit. Bo mentally counted to three. She will freak out and run. One. Two. On the third, Bo watched the woman blink a few times instead. Rolled her eyes heavenward, shook her head in a disbelieving way. Mouthed something like I must be so tired. And grinned, to Bo's surprise. The woman grinned the most adorable grin Bo had ever seen in her entire life. It was captivating, rendering her speechless. She mustve been staring at the woman for how long— she freaking don't care anymore. Wait, hey, is that a drool?

Bo heard the woman clear her throat a bit too loudly—and repeadly, snapping her out of whatever trance she was in. Her eyes followed the slender fingers brushing some stray strands of gold away from the face. For a second, Bo thought she'd like to stroke them herself, they seemed soft and…another mental curse!

The succubus doesn't know what came to her but she felt like using the hostile approach would be the best. She got up and scowled at the blonde who attempted to help. Staggering she turned away and walked to where Tamsin and the brunette had gone.

"Miss, don't be afraid. I'm a doctor!"

But Bo carried on and made a left turn.

The hall is empty except for a uniformed maintenance guy coming out of some storeroom. He noticed her presence and watched her approaching.

"Excuse me. But this place is not for customers." Bo kept walking towards him, giving him a seductive

"May I—" Bo covered his mouth for a kiss, holding him by his collar and pulling him back inside the dark room.
Five minutes later, Bo came out looking and feeling much better. A figure slumping on the floor, unconcious but alive. She stopped herself before she could drain him all of his life energy. Hors d'oeuvres. Main course is next.

Walking past some rooms, she heard a loud thud, as if someone was pushed against one of the closed doors. A making-out. Bo can hear them—one of the perks of being a succubus. As she walks past the room where the noises were coming from…

"Lauren?" then a moan. Bo's ear literally twitched. Normally, she wouldn't bother to listen to people's conversations unless needed. The mention of the name struck her weirdly though. Kenzi was right about sometimes hearing a name or word once then they'll be everywhere.

"I'm marrying her," a drawl. Bo thought the voice is a bit familiar. "Aww, don't tell me you're jealous, Tam-Tam, honey?"

"You don't even love her." the other huffed.

"Now, now, sweetie—I didn't say that. In fact, I lurve me some Lauren. Oh well, watching her complete her Puzzle of that freaking Periodic Table is never fun," a snort "BUT she knows how to make me come in bed, babe. Like I'm the most beautiful woman on earth."

"Fuck you!" Sexy giggles.

"Outside the bed is boredom come! And that's why I like having you around." Kissing.

"I've got to become her wife when she gets that chairmanship of Beattie Pharms."

"Then what, Ebony?"

"I dunno, maybe some accident along the way? I know you've been dreaming of that Carribean tour…so…"

"Shit, Ebony! I'm a cop!"

"Exactly! You're very capable of making this a success! I've waited so long for this! I've listened to her whining about Nadia—"

"You mean your DEAD sister?" Tamsin sneered.

"Why are we fighting over this?" Kissing noise followed.

"Bitches" Bo mutters under her breath and turns to leave. She wouldve love to ask them for a threesome but what she overheard made her distaste the idea. It's ironic, however, she being a ruthless paid-for assassin would hate such connivance. She felt sorry for this Lauren who's to meet her Maker anytime soon should their plan work out. It's none of her business though, Bo thought. She decided to walk back to where she came from, silently wishing that the blonde in khaki safari outfit is gone. Not that she doesnt want to see her again. The opppsite actually. Maybe in a different time and circumstance.

The stranger did look sexy despite her jungle-jeeves costume but there was something in her that scares Bo-stopping herself from pulling the other inside one of the washroom stalls to devour until both her succubus' hunger and curiosity are satisfied.

AN: Apologies for my English. Yes, it isnt my first language and Im neither formally trained to write. Im even one who is hard to express myself (not solely because of the medium) but Im just that 'weird'. My virtual self is trying/learning to be more expressive though. I had no plans of taking this seriously so Im a bit surprised about the nice reviews and follows and favorites. Thank you so much. I really love this fandom, specifically the Doccubus Nation.

Blame leweiss-my friend for the encouragement to even try. Threesome's chapter 3 is dedicated to Domi and leweiss (you know who you are people). Thanks to the 'legit' fanfic writers for their inspiration.

Mistakes are all mine. Love and Peace.

Just give me time to update GG.