Edited 3.21.17


The Necromancer Chronicles: Life

It's A Fae, Fae, Fae, World

Part 1: The Rescue


"Beer and four tequila shots, please." Jael took a seat on the plush leather high stool. Rolling her head around her shoulders, she let the tension slowly ease away from her.

She had collected the reward for information involving the 'unsolved' death of Dewey Hue earlier that morning. The five grand rested nicely in her front jean pocket. Her gaze traveled around the Rooftop Bar and Lounge, waiting for Kenzi to show.

Unlike herself, her roommate had a morally sound job. A classic pick-pocketer, Kenzi seemed to have the touch of a ghost. The girl had the uncanny ability to go in and out and all about without the slightest feeling to her victims.

The Russian Pinch, she called it.

Looking around, Jael came to the conclusion she requested they have their night-cap here because the availability of 'easy pickins". After all, in a hotel bar, most people wouldn't notice something gone until they got back up to their room. Especially if said persons were so drunk you could smack them with their own stolen wallet and not have them even pause. Jael covered her mouth to hide her smile as a middle aged women was called back by her friend, reminding her not to forget her own shoe.

She refocused her attention when she felt the heavy gaze of the bartender before her. She fiddled with the two silver bands on her thumb anxiously. She really hated being stared at… "What?" She finally broke, trying not to show her annoyed discomfort.

"Nothing." He smiled devilishly, pushing the small tray of shots towards her. "It's just…" He sighed wistfully, eyes none to subtly going to hint of cleavage. "You are so beautiful to look at." The tone was far to sleazy to be a genuine compliment. She smiled, her pearly whites hiding how much she wanted to roll up the abandoned news paper on the seat next to her and smack him on the nose with it.

"And so unlucky to know." And with that, she grabbed her beer and tray of shots, deciding to sit at a small table on the other side of the bar and wait for Kenzi.

She took the first shot of tequila before chasing it down with a swig of beer. She let her mind slowly drift off before a shock of white-blonde caught the corner of her eye. Sure enough, there was her best friend mid pick.

The smaller girl was decked out in a plush jacket, black tank top, and purple mini skirt topped with her new thigh high boots. All accompanied by the scattered accessories and the near white blonde wig Jael had begged her to throw out over and over again. "You're mad because I'm the hotter blonde" Had been her response.

She couldn't help but peer into her beer seeing the pickpocket strut towards her, not a single person at that bar realizing their back pockets were a becoming a whole lot lighter.

"Didn't I throw that thing out?" Jael passed the shot over to Kenzi, eyeing what use to be her old jacket.

"I love this jacket! Just because it doesn't fit your amazon bod doesn't mean I can't look amazing!" The two downed their shots like champs, not so much as a wince as the harsh liqueur burned their throats in the most satisfying of ways.

"Cleaning house tonight?" She asked, wondering if the night was going to stretch out until Kenzi had her fill of picking. Honestly after the near exposure of her gift early today, and the mass paperwork attack that followed, she just wanted to get drunk and go home, maybe spending the next day playing hooky and treating her and Kenz to a little shopping spree.

"Nope!" Kenzi popped the P, smirking. "Already got a pretty penny." She patted her jacket pockets. In retaliation, Jael grabbed the wad of cash from her own jean pocket and tossed it disinterestedly on the table in front of them. "But not as much as you apparently!" Kenzi's mouth salivated at the sight of it..

"I used my gift." Jael shrugged.

"God, I wish I was psychic!" Kenzi moaned in longing. Jael froze, her beer just resting before her lips as her once relaxed body tensed once more. She cast a glance over to her friend.

Her best friend.

She didn't know why she kept lying. Kenzi had accepted her for what she was, or at least what she said she was. But that was different...the voice in the back of her head said. Kenzi had already believed in psychics before meeting Jael, so it wasn't that far of a stretch.

Confessing she wakes the dead and puts them back all with the touch of her finger; however, might be a little out of bounds.

"Imagine if we could get the lottery numbers!" The younger girl's ice blue eyes shined at the prospect. Her hands petted the money like a treasured pet.

"You know it doesn't work that way." She said softly. Her mood dampened at the back and forth argument running through her head.

"I know." Kenzi sighed wishfully, clearly not noticing the guilt in Jael's voice. "But if only…"

Jael spotted the man heading towards them and snuck the cash from Kenzi's hands back into her pocket. "Head up." She warned. Kenzi turned and looked at him with boredom while Jael gave small smile. More out of amusement rather than politeness or joy. She wondered how long till they got him to leave.

He was average height, middle aged, dressed in a cheap suit. As he came closer they could see he had blonde hair with hints of gray and green eyes. Nothing really special about him and nothing close to either of their types.

"Hello beautiful. Pretty drinks for a pretty ladies?" He offered.

Jael tipped her own beer as a signal she was set. But Kenzi took the drink he put down without a hint of hesitance. "Sure. Cheers."

"Cheers." He grinned back. Jael glanced disapprovingly as Kenzi downed the drink before setting it down with a 'whoo'. "Well now, you are thirsty, aren't you?" He slid a hand around her back.

"Well aren't you just the sweetest thing?" Kenzi leaned in closer and Jael just barely caught her slip out the man's wallet before tossing it to her under the table. Jael caught the leather in her lap. "Thanks buddy, and ciao." She slipped out of his grip before grabbing Jael's hand. "Bye, bye." Jael halfheartedly smiled before following, not having much of a choice as she was dragged away without a peep.

They walked down the hall in comfortable silence, a rarity for the usually chatty Kenzi, but Jael had thought nothing of it. After all, she had downed that drink pretty fast and she didn't want to lose another pair of boots if the half-pint was suddenly feeling nauseous.

"You okay?" Jael asked as they neared the elevator.

"Yeah." She nodded but then blew out a puff of air and shook her head. Obviously she wasn't.

Her cerulean eyes caught sight of a sign for an ATM as Kenzi pressed the button. "Wait for me, I'll be right back. I'm gonna deposit this."

"Why!?" She nearly moaned. Kenzi had always liked to play with the money they got when at home. Rolling around in it, throwing it up in the air, even rubbing it over her face like it'd keep her skin clear. It was a sickness really...

"Because I don't trust you with this much in cash." She threw over her shoulder.

She didn't see the man from earlier take the spot she had just vacated as she entered a side hallway.


Jael stepped aside and gave a curt smile to the older gentleman in front of her as he finished at the ATM. She made the transaction quickly, depositing the cash to their small, but happy, bank account.

On her way back, a ding from her pocket caught her attention. Pulling out her phone she saw a new video message from Kenzi. Her brows furrowed in confusion. It wasn't more than a few seconds later she stopped in her tracks, confused at the shaky camera and the odd scene on her phone. A brunette woman had grabbed a man and was doing something to him. It looked like a kiss. At least until the man collapsed on the floor.

Fear gripped her heart as she recognized the elevator interior and creep from earlier. The one that had given Kenzi the drink. The woman approached Kenzi, her face only in the scene for a blurred frame, bending down before the video was cut.

For a moment she just stared at the black screen, frozen in shock and fear. Run, her mind told her, snapping her back into action.

Jael sprinted back to the elevator, bypassing the old man from earlier and shouting a quick "sorry" when she nearly collided with him. Turning the corner sharply she stumbled, nearly crashing into metal doors as she began pressing the button frantically.

Never in her life had she felt as panicked as when she caught sight of the dead man on the elevator floor. His ghastly face frozen with a grin. She squeezed into the compartment letting the doors shut behind her.

Her fingers skimmed his skin quickly. His form coming back to life with a small jerk, eyes searching around frantically. "Where did they go?" She huffed between a gasp.

"Am I dead?" The smile was still on his face as he looked up at her. She controlled the urge to smack it off.

"Yes." She glared. "And if you don't tell me what I want to know, this elevator is going to take you down rather than up!" That did it. His grin lowered to a smile in fear of the woman crouching over him.

"Th-they left. She-she kissed me and I- I couldn't breath, and…"

"Where did they go." Her voice had taken on a tone like never before, the air around them seeming to become colder and darker, all warmth and feeling gone from the small space.

"We were at the parking lot floor, last I remembered."

"Who's the woman?" She glared. At the mention of her he fell back and got that ridiculous and slightly disturbing grin again.

"I don't know." He sighed whimsically. Out of time, the doors dinged before opening. Jael touched his forehead, his form slumped and still forevermore.

What would Kenzi do?, she thought. Her frantic panic was gone, a cold heavy weight suddenly filling her stomach at the mention of her one and only true friend …

Deciding that she couldn't call the cops, Jael had searched the parking lot quickly. Finding no trace of them she pulled out her cell phone and called Kenzi's phone carrier, her stomach twisting in worry as she listened to the horrible hold music.

Lie, lie your ass off, that's what'd Kenzi would do. Con your way into a mess, you can con your way out…

Jael couldn't lie to save her life, but this time she'd have to if she wanted to save Kenzi's.


Dyson crouched down next to body of the deceased. Snapping on a glove, he gently pulled down the yellow sheet used to cover the deceased. He cringed upon seeing the large grin on victim's face. The man's eyes empty and hollow as they stared ahead, reddish black marks marring his face out from his grinning lips.

"Jesus. What the hell happened to him?" An officer say behind him.

He twisted his upper body, sharing a knowing look with Hale. "You want to give us a little space here, Frank?" Dyson hinted for the officer to leave.

"Yeah, Frank, why don't you go canvass or something?" Hale nodded for him to go. Frank left with one last look at the dead man, his face twisting into a disgusted grimance once more before disappearing from sight.

Hale put on his own glove before leaning over Dyson's shoulder. Watching the man look for any anomalies that would suggest he was Fae. "Vic's human." He kept his voice low.

Dyson flinched, examining the face. "Yeah, killer definitely wasn't."

"Our side?"

"I hope not. This is sloppy, leaving a feed behind like this. I don't recognize this kind of kill, do you?" Dyson brow furrowed, gloved hands checking the neck and lips for any sign of bite or sting. Nothing.

"No, but it's a good way to die." Hale always looked on the bright side. "Dude died with a smile on his face."

"Hair." Dyson noticed on the man's jacket. Using a pen, he pulled it up, examining it in the elevators light. "Brunette" He concluded.

Hale helped to get it in an evidence bag before glancing behind them, assuring that no one was paying attention to the two. "All clear." He gave the go-ahead. Dyson closed his eyes and focused his canine senses. "What you got?" Hale asked.

"He's been drinking." Dyson pinched his nose, pretending the deep inhale was from a budding flu. "And I smell a human on him…Female." He wanted to add that he smelt something familiar but it was too distorted by the other scents for him to place it.

"Well, this time of night, that combo? My money's on the hotel bar." Dyson nodded in agreement. Both heading up towards the rooftop bar.

The duo headed straight to the bartop, leaving the other officers to question the rest of the patrons. Once again that familiar scent lingering nearby. His nose twitch, wondering if the scent had somehow clung to him. Hearing the bartender talk, he focused back at the problem at hand.

"I can't remember them all, you know. Crazy busy night." The bartender answered Hale's question. "Liked the ladies though."

"How's that?"

"Kept hitting on our bartender all night. But he left sniffing after a couple blondes. Little one and real tall one." He gave a humorless chuckle. "Tall one wasn't too friendly. Saw him follow after them, though."

"This bartender…is she a brunette by any chance?" Dyson asked.

"Yeah. Her name is Bo…"


Click-Clank

The harsh sound of a can being kicked woke Kenzi out of her light dozing. She moved the blonde wig out of her eyes before sitting up quickly, immediately noticing she wasn't anywhere she recognized. "Where am I? Who are you?" She looked around frantically for Jael but couldn't see the blonde anywhere. What happened last night?

"Okay. Just calm down. You're okay" Kenzi recognized the woman in front of her, the end of the night coming back to her in quick dizzying flashes. It was the girl from the elevator. "You passed out last night. I would have dropped you home,-" she picked up a wallet at the end of the couch, "-but none of these wallets appear to be yours. It's a nice little side thing you got going." She tossed the wallet back down.

"I'm a collector of rare wallets." She tried to give the same excuse she had told Jael all those years ago.

"I'm not judging. I'm glad you're okay." She help up her hands in almost a defensive manner.

"I don't feel okay." Kenzi clutched her head, still a bit blurry on all the details. What happened last night? Did somebody slip me something? Where's Jay?" Kenzi's head was killing her and her stomach was queasy, but it wasn't the hangover she was use to.

"Yeah some creep at the bar. You were hallucinating some pretty weird stuff last night."

Kenzi's blue eyes widened, a new memory taking focus as she bravely raised her eyes to meet her savior's. Or was it captor's?

"So you didn't…you didn't eat some dude's face in an elevator?" Her voice slightly wavered.

"N-NO! There was no eating of faces."

"Thank god! That was some creepy ass shit." Kenzi pulled out her phone ready to call Jael for a ride when she noticed an overwhelming number of texts and phonecalls from her. Scrolling up, through the texts she read the usual gist of desperate pleadings to call her But the one that stood out most was one Kenzi had sent herself. A video she didn't remember taking. Her thumb tapped it on it's own accord. Her face flashed with different emotions before settling on one.

Oh shit...


Maybe it wasn't too late to go back to being a social recluse, Jael thought as she began climbing the rusted wire fence.

Nah, Digby was too spoiled now, Jael told herself. He'd never be able go back to the lack of tummy rubs again…

Years ago, she probably wouldn't have minded being alone. She was used to it, sometimes even craved it, but all that changed when she met Kenzi. When Jael offered the homeless girl a couch to sleep on all those years ago, he didn't expect the little con artist to worm her way into her heart and life, putting in hooks so deep, the mere idea of her not being there bothered her more than she'd ever have first thought. Now, as Jael stared at the condemned building, she felt a coldness enter her veins.

She dropped down from the fence with a small 'oouf' wobbling on her heels before gaining back her balance. Hesitantly and carefully she made her way towards what looked to be an abandoned club. The windows boarded up, the yard around it overgrown with less than green plant life and the walls themselves looking a little worse for wear.

She was glad for the new day's light, since confronting such a building in the dark would have been more terrifying than she'd care to admit. Brushing off her rust covered hands, she took a deep breath, steeling her nerves before marching towards the building with a surprising confidence. Another talent of Kenzi's? Finding trouble in the most unusual places. It was downright unnatural.

Jael managed to sneak in fairly easily. As she got inside she heard Kenzi's voice instantly. And looked for the exact location. The gaps in the walls making the sound travel throughout the place and echo off what was left. It was confusing to say the least. As she neared the sound she looked for some sort of weapon but not really finding any. Jael just hoped she could take her…


Kenzi nearly screamed as she raised her gaze up to to stare into dark brown eyes and an annoyed grimace.

The other brunette sighed in disapproval. "Kids and your camera phones." She muttered before reaching for her. Kenzi got up and ran around the couch, keeping as much distance as possible between them, all the while acting as if the stranger was wielding a knife instead of an outstretched hand.

"Don't freak out!" She advised.

Too late.

"I'm freaking out!" Kenzi wondered vaguely if this is what a panic attack felt like. Her voice raising to a new octave.

"What did I just say?" She scolded sarcastically.

"How can I not freak out? Have you seen you!?"

A sad, defeated, "Yes" escaped the face-eater's mouth, but it was buried under the echoing cry of another.

"Kenzi!" Kenzi turned at the sound, knowing that voice anywhere. She could have squealed when Jael stumbled passed a half torn down wall, skidding to a stop beside her.

"Monty!" She used the rare nick name, displaying just how happy she truly was. Jael clutched her arm protectively, pulling her like a ragdoll further away from her kidnapper, putting herself in the middle.

"What do you want?!" Jael yelled, the start of this day a complete one-eighty from last night's end.

"Nothing…" She took a step closer trying to calm them down. In retaliation, Jael picked up a broken piece of wood that had fallen from a window. Long and jagged at the end, she held it as a spear. "Is that really necessary?!"

"You killed someone and kidnapped my friend. Yeah, I kinda think it is." Jael scoffed, offended and confused as to why she was being treated like the crazy one here.

"Did you kill him?" Kenzi asked almost in disbelief. Her eyes were wide and her mouth fell gaping like a fish.

"Just slow down!"

"You ate his face!" Kenzie suddenly squealed, reaching that tone that made Jae flinch.

"I leave you alone for one minute and you manage to somehow find your way into Lil' Miss Hannibal Lecter's house!" Jael couldn't help but roll her eyes, a bickering between themselves.

"Oh my god, are you going to kill us? Oh my god!" The shorter girl began to hyperventilate once more.

"You know, that is just stupid. Why would I save you just to kill you?!" She glared at Jael holding the wooden stake. Kenzi whimpered and gasped for air suddenly unable to get a good lung full.

"Are you okay?" Her face turned from anger to concern.

"I don't know. Can you get asthma?" Kenzi wheezed, nearly gasping for breath.

"Just breath" The woman tried to help and took a step closer. Jael held up the sharp point of the broken wood at throat level in a silent, but not very subtle, warning.

Enough was enough. "Fine! I don't need this. I have to blow town now after saving your ass. And find somewhere else to live, again. You're welcome, by the way." She grabbed her bag roughly and turned, ready to leave.

"Excuse me? Lady? Person?" Kenzi tried to get her attention.

"It's Bo." She corrected.

"Hi. Kenzi." Kenzi gave a small wave. "Jael." She pointed to Jael who now had the wood lowered but still clutched tightly in her hand. Just in case. "Look, I'm sorry. You…you're obviously very nice for…whatever you are." She settled on. "But I just had, like, the scariest, weirdest night of my life, okay. So can we just please talk about this like normal people?"

"I think it's fairly clear that I'm not exactly normal." Bo smirked.

"Is anybody, really?" Jael mumbled. Their eyes turned to her expectantly and with her fear slowly leaving and the long night taking it's toll, Jael let the wood clatter to the floor. She held up her hands in a show of peace.

"Good. Good. Because normal people do not help out strangers. If you were normal, I could be dead." Kenzi couldn't help but look to Jael. The circumstances weren't that far from how they themselves had met.

Bo seemed to relax at the small praise. Kenzi stepped up to her, leaning against the exposed pillars that once belonged to a wall. "We won't tell anyone, please, I totally promise. Okay, just give us like twenty minutes, twenty minutes and you will never ever ever have to ever see us ever again. Please." She begged with her best puppy eyes.

Bo shifted her footing, looking girl to girl before giving an awkward shrug. "That depends, do you like milkshakes?"


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