Didn't get any review from my last chapter... but I really need to empty my head before tomorrow's mid-season finale, so I rush-wrote this chapter. OK, I am talking too much. Here, the chapter you have been waiting for.

Heather entered the Dal. She looked around, didn't find who she was looking for and decided to pick up the bass by the drum set. All the feeding she did yesterday had made her hyper. She did a quick bass line riff from Metallica's Orion.

Unfortunately she was interrupted. "We should start a band," Mark walked over and started hitting the drum set.

"I have seen more talented drummers," She put down the bass, "And that's some really bad pick up technique, you little shit."

"I don't think you are welcomed here," Vex didn't want Heather to mock his little asshole.

"If you can be here, then I can be. This is a neutral ground, isn't it?" Heather had shown more confidence, now that she was the Morrigan, "Don't worry, I am only looking for Tamsin. We were buddies in the old time and I heard she got reborn. I hope she still remember me."

"Remember who?" Tamsin walked in.

"Me," Heather hugged Tamsin, but poor little Tamtam felt uneasy. They silently walked out of the Dal.

"Sorry, not all my memory is present," She apologized, "but you were so cool at that duel thing yesterday! The only duel I had was a dance off to the death." She started jumping around.

"Sure, I know you are still young this life. I get it. I have gotten so much energy in me after my feedings yesterday and I too want to jump around, but I just can't deal with the new needy Tamsin bullshit. I need the old ruthless Tamsin back," Heather rolled her eyes.

"How about this?" Tamsin put on a serious face, but started laughing after five seconds.

"I have a job for you," Heather took her tear test-tube from her jacket and gave it to Tamsin, "Keep Bo Dennis and Detective Thornwood busy. I want Dr. Lewis to myself."

The love story of Eros and Psyche was quite different from the one children read from Greek mythology book. Psyche was not youngest or the most beautiful sister. Dawn was.

At the time, her two sisters, Psyche and Miracle had married. Dawn was the hidden treasure. Men travelled from afar to see her, but their strength or wealth were all inferior to her beauty, until one day, Eros came into her life. A fae so powerful that people worshiped him as god.

Artists were hired and Dawn was feeding off them. When the artists were released from Dawn's Leanan Sidhe grip, they continued to paint her face all over the city. The god of love saw one of the paintings and soon be amused by her beauty.

Eros was not a handsome man, but he had the power to m make people falling in love with each other. He didn't know what love felt like, but he was sure he liked what he saw in the art. So he started visiting her at night. He would watch her sleep. At first, he would bring flowers, gold, jewelry and small gifts. They made conversation, but he would not let her see his face. He wanted Dawn to fall in love with him first.

One night, they had finally crossed the line and they made love. He took her virginity and he gave her a child. It would have been a happy ending, but it was a time when illegitimate child was frown upon. Dawn's father was disappointed in her and had kicked her out. She was humiliated. Everyone knew her face, who she was and what she had done.

Eros found out and he took her back to his house. He had finally showed her his face.

He was a hideous beast. He had the face of a surrealism painting, if Picasso was born several thousand years earlier. He barely had any lips. His teeth was crooked. His eyes were small, but the distance between his eyes were wide. He only had one eyebrows across his face joining his descending hairline.

But looks didn't matter, when ones were in love.

Months later, they had a daughter. Fortunately, the baby was blessed with the look of her mother and the power of both her parents. They named her Hedone, meaning enjoyment and pleasure. They wanted their daughter to enjoy life.

At the celebration of Hedone's birth, a party was held. Dawn's parents and her two sisters were invited. The dark didn't hold grudges.

That was the turning point.

If a person was destined to have two sisters - one good, one bad, then for Dawn, Miracle was the good one and Psyche was the bad one. As the oldest sister, Miracle was always the one with the maternal instinct. She loved and nurtured Dawn. As the middle child, Psyche never got what she wanted. She was a doormat. She liked to be used because otherwise, nobody would notice her - the classic boyfriend stealer, always pretending to be helpless. She would do anything to make sure people would like her, especially her almost-brother-in-law.

Psyche started showing up at Eros's house for dinner.

She always had reasons to stay the night.

When her husband mysteriously died, she ran right into Eros's arms, crying. He fell for her. Yes, men liked girls who were weak like Psyche, not girls who had a personality like Dawn.

Was Psyche really in love with Eros? Nobody knew. Did she even like Eros? She liked the money. She liked the lifestyle. Honestly, who wouldn't want a flying boyfriend? She wanted Dawn's life and she got it. She was such a lovely person, such a victim, who would suspect she was the other woman?

From that day onward, Dawn was replaced by Psyche on every literature and art piece inspired by her love with Eros. It was as if she never existed.

Nobody remembered Dawn. They only remembered Eros and Psyche.

"So, that's how Evony felt in love with Eros and how Eros felt in love with Psyche," Heather started tearing up. She used her left index finger to wipe the tear off her eyes.

"Interesting story," It was not enough to convince Lauren that Evony was not all bad.

"You got something on your eyes. Let me get it for you," Lauren closed her eyes and Heather carefully touched both the eyelids with her tear-covered finger. She sealed the spell with a kiss, "Sorry, just couldn't help but notice how beautiful you are." She lied.

Lauren opened her eyes. "It's okay," What was that tingling feel? Lauren thought. Why did she suddenly get a fever?

"So, I assume you already knew my purpose here?" Lauren nodded, "I really want to help my mother. Can you help me?"

Inside Bo and Tamsin's apartment, three bodies were tangled up on the bed.

It wasn't a usual threesome. Bo was not the centre of attention.

Tamsin was.

She kissed Dyson.

And she kissed Bo.

In her last life, she could at last, feel loved. Loved by everyone she wanted.

She was riding on Dyson while making out with Bo.

She had only been to Hell, so she didn't know what Heaven was like. If she had to make a guess, this would be it.

"I love you," Bo whispered into Tamsin's ear.

"I love you too," Dyson whispered into her other ear.

= To be continued =

I won't be updating until after Sunday night. If I like any storyline in the mid-season finale, I will integrate it with chapter 5. If the episode sucks, or worse, Evony die in the episode, when I am probably not going to continue.

BTW, I have also posted a new oneshot Evony-Vex fan fiction - Vision. Check it out.