A/N: Hello dudes. Here is another story. I honestly did not plan on making this longer than a one shot, but after I passed the 10th page I figured I should make it multi chaptered lol This will not be ridiculously long since I still am working on "One Thing", but I'm having brain farts with that story now. This idea was swirling in my head. I'm trying to figure out how dark I want it to be. I don't want it to be like other BOLO stories, not saying anything is wrong with it or anything. Ok, enough rambling...I hope you guys enjoy it and tell me what you think :-) I wrote it up to the fourth chapter. Is it interesting?

Disclaimer: I don't own Lost Girl, or any of the yummy characters. I'm just borrowing them. *sigh*

Chapter 1

Everything was dark and ominous. The blonde strained to open heavy, sensitive eyes and decipher foggy sounds and a body she felt around her. She couldn't see her clothes but they felt tattered, as if she wore them for weeks. A stale smell mixed with something sweet permeated the air. Her cream porcelain skin felt gritty with dirt. Shackles bit into her wrists as she rested in blonde tresses on the jagged cement wall behind her, trying to make herself as comfortable as possible in this weird place.

"Where the fuck am I?" The blonde muttered out loud to herself.

"That is of no concern to you Dear, I assure you. There are more...pressing matters to attend to"

The blonde shrieked as a light instantly shone ahead of her making her squint. A royal, debonair brunette sat poised, her legs crossed as she idly moved her foot. Her features looked between Egyptian and Latin, she had long dark lustrous wavy hair that was swept to one side and clung to her breast softly. A narrow prominent nose led. Her pouty lips were painted red and the devilish smirk she had gave her more of the exotic sexy aura. From her chest to her shoe was all adorned in black leather, which accentuated her corset top that revealed the portion of beautiful golden skinned full breasts. But the most catching thing about the brunette was her eyes, which glowed at the brightest blue the blonde ever seen. It looked supernatural.

There was a large black door with a small cubby hole she assumed was for scrap meals and a window above it that overlooked a brightly lit hallway.

The blonde's breathe stilled in her lungs at her beauty. She couldn't tear light brown eyes away from the woman who sat in a chair, hands drumming her knees, still her foot moved patiently.

"What are you?" the blonde examined the woman transfixed, she mechanically crawled forward, the shackles clanging against the cold cement floor making the blonde cringe.

"Interesting choice of words Dear. Most people are so taken by my beauty they fear to ask such a question" the brunette smiled seductively at the blonde. For some reason the act made the blonde blush, her cheeks burning crimson.

Lauren get a grip, think clearly. She obviously must use her looks as some diversion in getting what she wants. First figure out a way to escape the blonde thought

"I am a succubus. A very powerful one at that Dear." She gracefully rose from the chair and sauntered over to where the blonde still kneeled. Lauren was so overwhelmed with the power emanating from the brunette she didn't move, only watched her unhurried movements inching closer to her and knelt, her ass almost touching her calves.

The brunette let her index finger lightly trace the outline of the blonde's mouth. She felt a small push of red energy leave her fingertip and dance along the blondes lip, making her moan softly, as she closed her coco brown eyes in pleasure. The succubus couldn't help but become enamored with this strange woman.

"What do you want from me?" the blonde panted, concentrated on every syllable. Her brain felt like mush, unable to form a coherent thought at the overwhelming desire to devour the brunette rose within her.

"Ah ah I already answered one of your questions. Now you must answer one of mine Dear." The brunette whispered as she withdrew her finger and stood. Her heels clicked as she leisurely walked in circles in the room with no definite destination. The blonde's eyes followed every step.

"What is your name Dear?"

"La-Lauren…Lauren Lewis" Her cotton mouth preventing her tongue from working.

"Beautiful name for an equally beautiful woman" the brunettes tone was soft and hungry.

The blonde blushed as the brunette looked over her shoulder at her before continuing her ministrations.

How could possibly think that? I look like shit warmed over.

"Do you have a significant other Lauren? A family of your own?"

"No, I am single with no family" the blonde lowered her tormented face. The harmless question brought her deceased wife Nadia in her mind. The look showed an untold story the brunette craved to know. It tugged at her heart making her want to ease the pain. But she dare not let those weak emotions paint her features.

"So you are alone" the brunette mumbled to herself. Finally she stopped right underneath the glow from the light, analyzing the blonde. She took in her long curvy blonde hair, her soft athletic body, her long legs. A strong jaw, button nose and big brown honest eyes that captivated the brunette.

"Very well" The brunette smirked and quickly called the guard that stood watch at the door. The man opened the door with a bow of his head to the brunette. Lauren noticed the woman whispered something the guard's ear. He nodded again at the woman never meeting her gaze in submission, before she walked off.

"Wait! Wait! Where am I? Who are you!? Where the fuck am I!?" Lauren screamed as her eyes overflowed with tears. The emotion made the brunette pause hearing her greedy pleads. Reluctantly she continued her walk away from the woman screams, leaving her with the silent guard, yellow eyes looking at her.