-Shiver-

-Tamsin/Bo-

-Chapter One: Poison-

Her bones rattle at only one specific touch. She is vulnerable like a house of cards at the edge of collapsing.
She suffers from within as her outer shell breaks away. Her name is Tamsin, and others shake at the sound of it. But not Bo, Bo doesn't even flinch at the sight of her, and it angers Tamsin in the most bitter way. In Tamsin's mind Bo was just like the other worthless people with no sight. But in Tamsin's heart, Bo would out glow all the rest of those souls any day. She hates it, she will always hate it.

Bo strides through the crowd on her way to the bar. Just as Tamsin takes the first shot at her game of pool, Bo takes her first shot of whiskey. Tamsin notices how Bo's face scrunches up like she wasn't expecting the bitter taste. Then why would she order it if she doesn't like it? Each shot that Tamsin takes, Bo takes as well. She gets the same face every time, its almost cute to Tamsin but in an ugly way. Distance is something she is pledging to keep.

"Don't you think that is enough Bo?" Dyson asks and slides the glass the opposite way from her.
"No its nearly not enough." She tries to reach for it nearly falling in the process.
"I think it is."
"Its not about what you think."

It puts a crooked smile on Tamin's face to see the two fight. To see Bo in her secret dark moments pleases her. Because in those moments Bo doesn't let anyone in, so in a way she is like her. And it doesn't feel like Bo is better than her, that there is no competition. Because now she is the best not the second but the first.

"Bo let me take you home."
"Is that a code word for let me fuck you?" Bo spits at him. By the looks of it, it makes Dyson lose a little bit of his temper. And he has a lot of temper for Bo.
"No Bo you're just really drunk."
"Tell me something I don't know for once."
"Bo lets go."

"Leave her if she wants to be wreck why don't you let her." Tamsin steps into the affair, breaking her pledge.

"Tamsin this is none of your business." Dyson slightly raises his voice.
"No, its ok Tams, Tams has my back." Tamsin glares at Bo for calling her that, she isn't even comfortable standing this close to her.
"Well TAMS doesn't know what is best for you."
"DONT call me that or I will..."

"You guys need to take this elsewhere. You guys know the rules." Trick cuts in then walks back off again.
"Bo" Dyson growls desperately, it almost makes Tamsin chuckle.

Bo gives up and gets off her lonely stool.
"Lead the way -wolf-." She says before following behind of him.

Tamsin is almost disappointed in Bo but then she easily loses the will to care and goes back to her game of pool.

"Bo what is going on with you?"
"What? A girl cant just have a drink?"
"You have had way too many."
"Who are you to tell me what is too many? I can handle it."
"Not by the looks of it. Bo i am just trying to look after you."
"I am not a child God dammit."
"You should get some sleep."
"No I shouldn't, I am fine. You can leave."

Dyson realizes that he isn't going to win the fight so he leaves Bo to whatever.

"Finally"
Bo takes comfort on her lonely couch. Her head is spinning in whirlwinds, and control is lost to that spiral.

"Lauren" her voice comes out sort of lost wind.
But the name remains on her tongue. So she grabs an unopened bottle of liquor out of the fridge to wash away the depressing taste of longing. These cushions are so smooth, she thinks as she sinks once again into them.

"Holy shit" Bo shouts in agony as she rests her palm on her head.
"Fucking hangovers"

Bo slowly walks upstairs to set her bath until she hears something shake behind her. Bo isnt too quick to turn around as she should be.

"Its just me Bo." Kenzi shouts, throwing her hands up in surrender.

"Sorry Kenz"
"Its alright so whats up."
"A hangover is whats up." Bo groans taking hold of her head again.

"Bo Bo you have been drinking more than usual and that's saying a lot coming from me."
"Yeah no telling."
"Is there something that you're not -telling- me?"
"Yes"
"So lets settle down and talk about it."
"You should know a succubus doesn't know the words -settling down-."
"But you're not like other succubi."
"I know, I know"
"Tell me what is wrong Bo."
"Lauren" It sounds like a simple name to Kenzi but to Bo it cuts deep.

"Lauren what did... Wait did she hurt you, I swear I will tear that bitch apart." Kenzi says defensively already reaching for some sort of weapon.

"No well yes but she doesn't know that she has."
"Oh Bo Bo" Kenzi hugs her, out of surprise Bo hugs her back.

"She is in love" Bo takes a deep breath before continuing "but it isn't with me."

Kenzi tightens her grip on Bo before letting go.

"She doesn't know what she is missing."
"She isn't missing anything."
"Yeah she is, trust me. Stay here I'm going to head to the store real quick."
"Ok"

Bo goes ahead and takes her bath, as soon as Kenzi leaves.

The moment that Bo gets done getting dressed, she hears a knock at the door.

"It cant be Kenz she never knocks."
She walks over to the door and slowly opens it, uncovering a little bit of the outside at a time. She can't handle the light right now but it still leaks through.

"Its Dyson" he assures her and she leaves the door open for him to come in.

"Thank you Dyson for taking me home last night."
"You're welcome, even though you were being quite stubborn."
"Ha well thanks for putting up with me."
He smiles and nods.

Dyson always puts up with Bo, he feels like its just his job. He does know that she is capable of taking care of herself He just helps her when she needs it. It might not be safe to say he loves her.

"So, I was just checking to see of you were ok before heading off to work."
"Yeah I'm fine now, not anything a little Advil cant fix." He chuckles at her specific sense of humor.
"Glad to hear." They both hug each other but it feels more like an embrace.
"Well gotta go." Dyson says breaking the moment.
"Bye"
"Bye"

Bo walks him out, he gives her one last charming smile before making his way downstairs.
Bo closes the door and sighs.

She turns on the TV that she forgot she even had. She never understood television, how it never seemed to make sense that everything was the same in every show. The hero, the villain, or the popular school cheerleader with the star quarterback. The same story, just told in different ways. How is an overused storyline, entertaining? Cliches drilled into teenagers brains, making them think they should look a certain way or they should think a certain way. It makes Bo sick, sick enough to switch the TV back off.

Silence is better for a hangover anyway.

"You care for Bo don't you?" It's a sudden question and its very odd coming from Tamsin's mouth.

"Why?"

"Don't get so defensive its not like I want her."

"I am starting to think you do."

"Well then you are as dumb as the others including her." Dyson growls at her but she only gives him a smug look.

"Yeah you sure do care for her. Tell me would you take a bullet for her...I bet in a heartbeat huh?" She chuckles when Dyson doesn't give her an answer. He doesn't feel the need to, since she thinks she already knows it all, why doesn't he just let her have her fun.

"Oh poor little succubus lonely for the poor little wolf."

"Fuck you." He growls louder and more vicious.

"Oh man where does all that temper go Dyson? I guess all to your precious whore."

Dyson shows his fangs and his blood begins to boil but Tamsin keeps going because to see this type of emotion right in front of her eyes is, entertainment.

"Don't you hate thinking about how many people that succubus fucks that aren't you?"

"I bet you do, you poor wolf."

Dyson shifts uncontrollably and has the will to tear her head off, but he runs off just before he can.

"Smart choice Dyson!" Tamsin screams after him, he doesn't bother to listen because he knows if he heard one word he would go back and kill her.

"Well I guess I have to solve this case myself, what a shame."