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When Our Worlds Collide

Chapter 02:

**Kassandra**

The more I struggled, extending my hands, the more my bondage tightened. I had come to seconds before, in the dark dingy room that had the curtains drawn and the door tightly closed. I was bound to the middle pillar in the room, I could feel it was wood against my skin. Trying to concentrate on other details was futile though. My head kept spinning violently which never helped, but I tried to focus on what had happened that landed me in such a poor state.

**Flashback**

The last I remembered was Bo on top of me, as I reached wildly for my spear hoping I could stretch more than I already was. The warmth of Bo's blood all over our bodies was sticky and it reminded me of an older time where the coppery smell was all I had as comfort. I had wounded her several times with what, in other people, would be mortal wounds. Bo's eyes shone an ethereal blue as she zeroed in on me and it was as if her touch was making me desire her in some way. A sly sexy smile spread across her lips before they crashed into mine with hunger.

I moaned into the Succubus' mouth as a wave of growing desire hit me harder than before. It was as if Bo was all I ever knew, felt, and craved. I pushed forwards sitting until she straddled me and I pushed my tongue across her lips further deepening the kiss. I started dictating the pace but she was unsatisfied with this, her hands wrapped around the hoodie I wore before it exploded in her haste by her hands. Her eyes widened and her smile broadened at the sight of the red ink that marked my body. A token of my longevity, which I had transformed the staff of Hermes into, to accompany me for all eternity.

The woman's strength matched my own and then some, and her powers of seduction were a force that I wasn't sure I could resist. A blue stream of energy flowed freely between us fueling my unbridled passion as my hands roamed every bit of skin she presented. Her clothes were torn in our battle but her wounds were now healing on the surface. I was in a trance, I knew what she was doing but I was powerless to stop it, I was powerless to stop anything this beautiful creature wanted with me.

"Who are you? What are you?" she asked in surprise when we parted panting. Her ribs no longer exposed, her blood no longer gushing. The skin there looking so smooth I ran my fingers over it amazed.

"I don't want to tell you." I answered truthfully even though I was entranced, which seemed to take her aback. It appeared it was not something she was used to when this happened and I wondered if it was part of her powers.

I felt the vibration of her power flow from her to me once more and my body shuddered with lust as it blinded me for a second. All I wanted was Bo and I would do anything to have her. Bo could ask me for the moon and I would climb the atmosphere to get it for her.

"Who are you?" she asked again, this time purring, and I felt my throbbing centre remind me of the need growing between my legs as it begged for release. "Tell me who you are and I will give you what you want."

"I cannot tell you my name, Cultist." I hissed as she bit my neck marking my chest with her nails.

"What the Fae?" she mumbled against my neck and I took that moment of confusion to flip us, making sure I had pinned her down, while my lips travelled down the gorgeous taught neck of the Succubus.

Her nails scratched my back in a delicious sting of pain as I rolled my hips against hers with nothing but desire fueling my movements. Bo's lips parted as she arched herself into me begging for more contact with her hands. I happily obliged as I pressed my naked torso to hers moaning at the contact.

"I shouldn't want you the way I do." I recognized my own thoughts from behind the heavy veil of lust.

"And yet you do. Give into it." Bo whispered seductively before capturing my lips again.

I thought of Kyra, Aspasia, Diona, Odessa, of Daphnae. I shuddered at the thought of betraying their memory by such an all-consuming act yet here I was pulling her pants off as she ripped my own. I didn't want to give into this but my body was a slave to her curves, to the soft skin, to the wave of her hips… to Bo. Her electric blue eyes taking me back in a way that was as beautiful as it was dangerous. I knew I was going to die in the hands of Bo, and as I captured her lips again I let myself want her with such an intense ferociousness as she wanted me to do.

"Good Girl" she purred as I felt her caress the damp curls between my legs while I let out a soft moan.

"Please…" I insisted as she smiled wider, a look of triumph crossing her features.

"I love it when you hot ones beg." she whispered and before I could protest that I wasn't begging she filled me in a way I had never been before. My hand found her throat as I applied pressure with each thrust of my hips as I rocked against her strong digits. "That's right…"

Each encouraging word edged me closer to the abyss of completion and I saw her eyes flash an even brighter blue several times as a new wave of pleasure hit me. Bo's other hand guided my hips before moving to smack my ass in a hard sting and I glared with a smirk, warning the Succubus if she wanted to keep my hand from tightening around her throat.

"I will make you tell me everything, or you will die with your secrets." Bo warned as her mouth opened and a string of blue energy flowed from me to her as my orgasm overtook me. I could feel spent, tired, hungry and lastly ravaged but I wouldn't budge. Many cultists before her had tried and had never cracked me, I wasn't going to sway my will now. I felt the darkness clouding my vision before I gasped out loud finally welcoming death.

*End Flashback*

I moaned as my head still spun from the near-death experience, and I felt bare without my spear or my clothes. However I wore the red ink marking my body proudly, knowing I had survived once again. I shuddered to realize what had happened. I had been part of a Succubi feed and somehow had managed to still be alive. Succubi fed on humans and Fae alike by getting intimate with their prey and feeding on the sexual energy of the encounter. I knew what had happened between Bo and me had been her prowess as a Succubus, but I had felt the desire so raw and strong within me that I was certain if circumstances were different, maybe thousands of years ago, I could've bedded Bo in another world.

The worst of it all was that I remembered clearly how I wanted it, how I craved Bo's touch something wildly. I shook my head again trying to dissipate this feeling of helplessness that I had thought long forgotten in the bottom of Mount Taygetos. The buzzing on my head wouldn't go away and I tried hard to think in the darkness, what I had seen in the battle. I knew I had delivered several killing blows to the Succubus, and yet I was bound here and she was not.

"Jarring isn't it?" A voice crawled through the space startling me to no end.

I snapped my head towards the sound way too rapidly as my vision blurred and a bout of nausea rolled through my stomach. When my vision allowed, I noticed the tall blonde man with a scruffy beard at the open doorway. On reflex, I pulled at my bindings as I tried to cover my naked skin. He shook his head as if to tell me it was unimportant and he approached draping a long red fabric around my shoulders for modesty.

The blonde man looked more animal than human and I instantly knew he was Fae as well. I shuddered thinking of what a strong man like this with such powers could be capable of. I tried to keep calm but the thundering of my heart deafened me with its haste. 'Was he here to eat me or to dispose of me?' I wondered as he walked back to the doorframe.

"The first time I woke up from an involuntary Chi suck, I wasn't quite sure who or where I was" the man continued as if his first words had not been interrupted.

The stranger shook his head as he remembered what he was talking about, perhaps trying to make a connection with me but I knew better. Cultists had tried to sway my thoughts for centuries, had tried to seduce me for even longer than that, but I always stayed as sharp as my Mater would've liked me to be. I knew the man in front of me was a Homicide Detective that worked for the Light Fae. The world of monsters was divided by their predisposition to be evil. Bo was unaligned with either side, something I found curious as I studied her, but this guy was supposed to protect and serve for the good of Fae and humans alike. Much like the Doctor, I wondered what this Succubus did to them to weaken their resolve of doing good.

"You know, I get where you are, I've been there… but I never short-circuited Bo the way you have. So let's cut the crap, the more time you spend quiet the more unpleasant this will be."

My eyes met his in defiance when he finished the sentence. I had never taken well to threats and this was absolutely no exception. I didn't want to speak to him, or any of them for that matter but even if I wanted to I was sure I couldn't. The pain in my throat from the dryness of its lack of use was astounding. With great difficulty, I shook my head so he understood I wasn't talking. Not now, not to him, not while bound and mostly naked either.

"Alright, that's fair. Lauren warned me of this after all… that you wouldn't talk. I just wanted to let you know, I get how confusing this could be. We might all be having a big misunderstanding here…" the man raised his arms hopeful I'd change my mind, but I would not budge. "The Doctor wanted to be here when you woke but Bo isn't doing so well. I don't fault you, I'm sure you had your reasons for being here, but just so you know… what happened, what Bo did to you, it was all out of her control. Like a defense mechanism that doesn't allow her to die."

With that, the man took his exit and closed the door behind him leaving me in darkness to ponder what he said. Did this mean that I would not be able to kill the Succubus as I was ordered to? My head spun again, and sleep made my eyelids droop in exhaustion. I was grateful for the cloth covering my body but it did nothing for the tiredness and pain I felt. I was drained so close to the end of my life -or as close as I could get- that I was healing much slower than what I was used to. I knew I had a broken finger, my knuckles were split open, my head still felt caked with blood and there was an uncomfortableness in my collarbone that I couldn't place. I knew if I was hard-pressed for an escape my ankle was just as swollen as a ham, so it would be difficult to put weight on it. How Bo had stopped before killing me in some way was still a mystery, as it was Bo's sudden illness.

When the door opened again I jumped back as far as the restraints let me. The Doctor had opened the door and rushed in with such a ferocious intensity that I wasn't sure how to receive it. This demeanor was not there when we had met earlier so I wondered if this was the blonde Doctor's bad side. Lauren's caramel eyes were like molten gold as she stared down at me with a frustrated scowl. She had dark circles around her eyes, her hair was disheveled, and her clothes had been slept in. She stopped a few inches from me looking down at me as she nodded.

"Speak." she commanded me as I shook my head. "Speak or I'll make you! I need to fix Isabeau!"

I shook my head again even though I saw the pain in her face turn into anger. The blonde raised her hand and pressed between my collarbone and shoulder. It was then, with the wave of excruciating pain that I realized my collarbone was broken. The pain that shot through me left me gasping for air, it was almost an unbearable sensation. I worked hard to not lose consciousness. 'They must be Cultists if a Doctor can torture me while being this sadistic… Hipocrates would weep.' I thought to myself when she pulled away.

When Lauren stopped applying pressure I heaved with panic and exertion. The thought that she might do it again freezing my veins at the promise of the pain. It had been a long time since I had last let someone close enough to torture me, so I had definitely gone soft. I watched the blonde shake her head and fix me a glare.

"I know you speak English damn it! We have no more time for games, Bo is crashing and I need to know how to make her heal again. You need to tell me what you know!" The Doctor barked and I shook my head again.

'Crashing? What had happened after I had passed out? When I was awake Bo had more than the upper hand in this situation. She was healthy and overpowering me as darkness consumed me.' I analyzed.

I opened my mouth to ask away, I could feel my mind clear of the Greek haze it had gotten when Bo had slammed me into whatever it was she had. I could only hope my lips would cooperate the way I needed them to in order to ask what was going on. The croak that left my lips sounded otherworldly and I worried as I slumped heaving in exhaustion, that I would never speak English again. The sound seemed to translate into belligerence to the blonde Doctor who went from angry to livid by the sound. Lauren crossed the space in a rage and before I could beg, the blonde was crushing my collarbone again with such force I heard it snap with a sickening crack of the bone. I felt the scream rip from my body involuntarily and in rushed the smaller goth I had subdued, Gods knew how many nights ago.

"What the hell are you doing!? You're a doctor!" Kenzi snapped but the doctor kept shaking her head as she let my collarbone go gripping my nose and pushing forward.

This pain I knew from the countless times a blade or a punch would connect with my face. I was amazed she didn't need such force to break my nose, but then again she was a Doctor. I felt the warm blood pour down my lips giving me a strange comfort at the familiarness of it, making me focus less on the agony that was my collarbone.

"I won't stand here while Bo dies, Kenzi! This woman has to know how to reverse this, she was the one who caused it!" Lauren snapped and the goth fixed her a glare incredulously. "Need I remind you this stranger deserves no kindness, she fought Bo to the point of death, then she fucked Bo to the point of death!"

"Two things that have happened so many times!" Kenzi argued. "You forget one thing here, Hotpants. This chick could've killed you and I in our fucking sleep and yet she subdued me. That's gotta have some hidden brownie points somewhere."

"Kenzi I need answers or Bo will die. I have no idea how to counteract the effects!" Lauren exclaimed and my body tensed as she turned her attention to me gripping my collarbone again. As the next scream tore from my lips I welcomed the darkness that gave way from the pain.

When I awoke again it felt like I had lost all track of time. I was in a different room, I could tell by the smell of metal in this one, but my eyes were much too heavy to open to confirm it. I could hear somewhere in the darkness the clanking of metal chains and the dripping of a badly closed water faucet. The pain in my arm was excruciating and it was then that I realized I was hanging from my bound hands tied to a beam somewhere in the ceiling. 'Great!' I thought to myself a bit defeated. I took a steadying breath that turned into a groan from the pain in my side. 'Were my ribs broken too?' I wondered.

Hands rushed to me as I felt them press against my face, checking my airway in a way that was familiar. I tried to open my eyes and see who offered me such gentleness but the swelling of my broken nose was too painful for any movement so I hung here. I let out a shaky sigh resigned to whatever this newcomer had for me but instead of pain, I felt the cooling comfort of a damp cloth against my face. I whimpered at the feeling, at the cooling sensation that brought with it the longing of relief. I had to give it to the Doctor, I had not seen such cruelness and felt this impotent since my regular lifetime as a Spartan in Greece. The brutality of it all was something I had learnt to avoid and side-step as I walked further through time. The Fae were caught between a time long gone and a modern one, and nobody had proven this better than Doctor Lauren Lewis.

"Pós vréthikes edo?" the soft voice asked as I tried to laugh at my fucked up brain. 'How did I get here? Good question.' I admitted to myself.

I choked on my dry throat and shook violently, each movement bringing me immense pain. The stranger offered water that ran down my throat. I choked as I tried to drink it rapidly and the woman softly chuckled.

"Ella, ella." she hushed before exhaustion overcame me once again.

I was unsure how much time had passed since what I considered a hallucination and now. I saw the fact that I could open my eyes as a good sign.I was still chained heavily, but the soreness of my arm felt relief at not being held hanging. I noticed I was wearing a small black cloth that felt like the chitons they used in Mykonos and I felt relief that my body was at least covered. My nose was still a bit swollen but my eyes were no longer shut. My finger felt like it had been tapered and my foot was in a splint. Someone had been taking care of me.

This room was covered in sunlight that came from a lone window at the top of the room. It looked sealed but that didn't stop me from thinking that if I bid my time I could potentially go out through the space. The metal door looked too heavy to break with my chains with how weak I still felt, and too hard to crack with what I currently had at hand. My assessment stopped as I heard a familiar voice that I didn't quite recognize muffled by the metal door.

"She's been doing better Lauren, but for her to completely heal I need to be able to feed her and see how she's still around." the woman spoke with a thick mediterranean accent laced with each word.

"I'm glad she's doing better but Bo is not." The Doctor's tone had such bite it made me flinch even on the other side of the door.

"And we will get to the bottom of that. I give you my blood oath on this Lauren. But I need to be able to talk to her. I know she won't trust easily… and even, even if she remembers Lauren, she might not speak to me either. I'm just asking for a chance here" the woman with the accent offered and this piqued my curiosity.

"The amount of trust I have in you to even consider this…" Lauren barked trying to hold onto her resolve.

"I know and the amount of gratitude I have for this is immeasurable, Lauren. I know, I know this has to be a misunderstanding of sorts." the mediterranean woman interjected.

"What makes you think she won't attack you too?" Lauren countered and I heard the other woman sigh.

"The markings on her body… they're binding to my clan's highest elders. It's one of the most sacred rituals… I never thought she'd still have it." the woman responded as I sat there bewildered to what she was talking about.

Moments passed and I clung to the belief that they had moved on. Quite frankly I didn't know it I could take much torture from the Doctor in my current state. I needed to heal, I needed my spear, I needed to hunt. I sighed discouraged at my current situation, knowing somehow I had gotten through worse… but had I? Had I faced creatures this cruel at all? My heart hammered quickly as the metal door clanked signifying it was opening. I almost shied away in fear but like the Spartan I was I held my chin high and met the threat head on, ready for a fight.

"If we do this, I'm not transporting her conscious." The Doctor spoke as if I wasn't there moving into the room.

When her body cleared the doorway, mine froze as my eyes fell on the other woman who had advocated for me. The woman was wearing jeans that hugged her every curve and a leather jacket brimmed with what looked to be real fur. Her skin was kissed by Apollo's grace into a lovely olive that reminded me of home. There was something about this woman that looked familiar, like a ghost of time that had passed me long ago. Her dark hair falling in waves and dark skin were so enticing that I didn't care for Lauren's touch on my arm or the needle that pricked my skin.

When the mystery woman turned and our eyes met my breath caught in my throat. Those searing hazel eyes stared into my soul, like they had so many times before. My heart thundered and my lips parted to call on her but my eyes felt heavier by the second.

"Eagle Bearer…"

This time I awoke with a jolt as I sat upright in a frenzy even though my body felt heavy with sleep, much like it did when I overslept before. I groaned at the sunlight hitting my eyes and closed them before I felt hands to my forehead. I opened my eyes remembering that mirage before the drugs had kicked in. What vile fate it was to make me conjure such a vision from my past. My eyes met clinical brown ones and I involuntarily flinched back from the Doctor's touch. 'Of course I'm tied up like an animal' I thought as I realized I couldn't get too far from the blonde. I grabbed my collarbone in worry as I remembered how she had snapped it like a twig but found it was nothing but a bruise now. 'How long have I been out?'I asked myself as I realized most of my wounds were gone.

"It's insane how fast you heal, your composition is as close as I ever got to Hades without it being Bo and yet it's different." The blonde mused and my brow furrowed. 'Hades? The Hades?' "Which is why I am so interested in why you are here, where you come from… what did you do to Bo?"

For a second I saw so much pain in her eyes at the mention of the Succubus that I almost caved. I knew in some way they cared for each other deeply, and I was a sucker with a bleeding heart. In the end though, these were cultists, or at least Bo was and my whole purpose was to eliminate them. The Doctor sensed my reluctance at cooperation and I braced as best as I could for the coming onslaught of pain. Instead she shook her head and sighed covering my hand.

"I apologize for how cruel I have been. I realize, after much deliberation, that even if you were Hades himself you didn't deserve what I did to you." Lauren admitted looking sincerely. I didn't want to get my hopes up or let my guard down so I merely swallowed the lump in my throat and took a big sigh. My body still tense waiting for action.

"When I heard you speak in, what I thought was Greek I called a friend, put the phone up to whatever you were saying but he assured me this was no ordinary Greek. Now I had only met one other person who could speak Ancient Greek so they were difficult to track." Lauren explained as she walked over to the armoire by the foot of the bed I was in.

I watched as the blonde pulled some of my most precious items out one by one. My quiver, my Artemis bow and my spear. I had stashed the first two where I had been looking at Bo from, so I was impressed they were able to find them. My hands trembled at the ache of holding my Spear, of swinging it, of bringing justice.

"I can see you have an attachment to these weapons, so I wanted to extend an olive branch and show you they were safe. You were luckier than you realize, in my haste I had sided with Vex to kill you, dissect you, and get Bo's answers like that. Dyson opposed but he was outnumbered." the Doctor explained being candid. "I'm not proud of what I did those weeks after Bo fell into this state, but I do want you to understand. Bo and I have been through a lot and I cannot lose her. Not like this."

I nodded understanding. I didn't want to side with cultists, but if they wanted me to live, to reveal secrets I was sure I didn't have then I could play along. I would bide my time and make my Mater proud with ambush.

"Anyways… My colleague showed up after Kenzi was already worried about you, about me. The instant she saw you she recognized you. In a way she vouched for your life, Misthios." Lauren emphasized and my eyes snapped to hers as she nodded. "She keeps saying you're a good person, that you helped many Fae and human alike. So, I'm going to give you a chance, but know I'm not fooling around. The minute Bo becomes worse or you stop cooperating I will pull the plug on you myself."

I very much doubted I had any acquaintances amongst the ranks of the Templars, which were the new Cultist. I knew Aspasia had died long ago and that had been the only link I had ever had with the darker side except Alexios. I scowled as Lauren smiled incredulously.

"You doubt I know someone you do?" The Doctor asked scoffing. "I'm offended!"

"Malaka." I spat my first words in weeks as she laughed and shook her head in amusement.

"I know what that means… I don't know who you think we are, but I assure you that you've been played a fool and when I open that door you will understand that." Lauren warned and I rolled my eyes spitefully.

Incredulously Lauren laughed and opened the door, even though I wanted to spit another expletive at her the words died in my mouth. I felt my widening eyes water as I took in the sight of her face so close. The years I had spent dreaming of this face, of those lips, of those eyes, of her voice. I pulled up a hand to touch her but my binding stopped me and I scoffed at the fact that I couldn't touch her to make sure she was real. It had been thousands of years and yet she looked exactly like she did that night in Chios. Her hazel eyes searched my own as she stepped in the room, a blouse that hung like a chiton, black jeans that matched her figure. I swallowed the thickness of emotion as I wondered how had I gone so mad.

"Beast Slayer, I'm so glad to see you again." her voice wrapped around me like a lullaby while her smile reached her eyes.

Even as confusion flooded me I could tell, it had been The Huntress all along who had nursed me back to health. It was then that the staggering realization hit me making me question everything I had seen in my life. 'If Daphnae was here after so many years, was she Fae? Was she a Cultist?' The last thought sent a shiver down my spine as I cringed with the possibility. Could I trust someone I now knew nothing about anymore?