I Can't Make You Love Me

by Rebecca-Mikaelson

When Bo finally realises that Dyson doesn't love her, and that she can't get him back, she runs. After a few months of Bo gone, Kenzi takes matters into her own hands. She knows that if Dyson has his love back, he won't be able to rest until he has her in his arms. Unbeknownst to Kenzi, Dyson is also doing everything he can to get his love back. A DyBo pairing

1. Chapter 1

(A/N- Hey! I really Love Dyson and Bo together, so this story is basically just to get it out of system. Anyway, this starts off right when Dyson leaves after Bo tells him she'll make him love her. Enjoy and leave a review!)

When Dyson left, I went upstairs to the bathroom. I began filling the bath, fighting to hold back tears. I added some lavender scented bubble bath, then went downstairs to grab my wine glass, along with the bottle.

I stripped off the lingerie that I had purchased for this night and carelessly threw it into my bedroom. I got into the large tub and sunk down into the water, letting it cover everything but my face. I remembered the time Dyson and I spent in here, and I let the tears flow freely.

I brought myself back up into a sitting position, grabbing my wine glass and downing it. Rather than refilling the glass, I began drinking out of the bottle. I can't believe this. I'm a succubus for crying out loud! I'm probably the only succubus that sulks after rejection. Hell, I'm probably the only succubus that gets rejected!

I need to get out of this town. I won't be able to look Dyson in the eyes without bursting into tears. I set the half-empty wine bottle down on the ground, pulling the drain plug as I stood up. I quickly toweled off, then grabbed my suitcase out from under my bed. I dressed in the clothes I had been wearing that day, then redid my makeup.

I folded my clothes and put them in, then laid my leather jackets on top. I packed my makeup and toiletries in a smaller bag, zipping it up and placing it on top of my suitcase. I grabbed my purse, then got my fake IDs from the fireplace. I took some knives from the armoury, along with some throwing stars and the bracelet Ryan gave me.

I brought everything out to my car and put it in the trunk, planning on going to The Dal to say goodbye to Kenzi and Trick. I was hoping Dyson wouldn't be there, but knowing my luck, he'll be there flirting with some waitress.

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A few minutes later, I was pulling up to The Dal. I stepped out of my car, taking a deep breath before walking inside. Kenzi was sitting at the bar, talking to Trick, Hale, and unfortunately, Dyson. I slowly walked up to them, sitting down on the stool next to Kenzi's.

"Hey, Bo-Bo. What are we drinking?"

"Nothing. I have a lot of driving ahead of me," I said, hoping she wouldn't make a huge scene when she found out I was leaving.

"What do you mean? Do we have a case we have to travel for?"

"No, I'm, well," I said, nervous of her reaction. "I'm leaving. Not permanently," I said, countering the look she gave me. "I need to get out of here for a while, do some soul-searching. I'll call and text, but I really need this time alone."

She nodded, being surprisingly calm. "I understand. But you need to call me at least every 2 days, or I'll assume you're dead and send a search party." I laughed and hugged her, glad she wasn't angry.

"Goodbye, Trick. Don't let her do anything crazy when I'm gone, alright?"

"No promises," He said, smiling. "Take care of yourself, Bo."

"I will. Goodbye Hale. Dyson," I said, nodding to both of them. I spun around on my heel, pushing the heavy door open as I got to it. I got in my car and started it, heading out of town. I'm not entirely sure where I'm going to go yet, so I'll drive for a while and stop whenever I feel like it.