Chapter Six: So What I Lied-Day 5

(Shared POV)

Bo's POV

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She walks in to the room so heavily, so aggressive—I wonder if she even realizes just how much she has changed since her little genetic experiment, oh does she love her experiments.

She shuts the door behind herself, walking straight into the bathroom staring at herself searching for something—but for what?

A smirk on my lips washing away a layer of my anger, she is searching for what's missing—she is searching for me, she just doesn't realize it yet.

My smirk growing as I watch her turn around contemplating a shower—I wouldn't turn down a show but she decides against it. Damn. Hitting the light switch and walking back into the room, her body freezing upon laying eyes on me.

"Don't scream," I warn through my continued smirk as I see her eyes shift to the doorknob. "I could make it to you before you even moved." It's not an empty threat—just not entirely meant. "How's Dyson? He didn't look too stable when he left that poor girl's apartment,"

"You were watching?"

"I'm always watching."

"That's-creepy."

"I thought you would find it—romantic? Sweet? Considerate?"

"I thought we established I haven't yet jumped off the ledge of sanity." A tiny smirk pulling at her sweet lips. "A few more run-ins with you though and I might,"

"Lauren," my voice falls short, the faint hint of footsteps approaching catching my ear.

"Doc you okay?" Kenzi's voice muffled by the walls but none the less travels to my ears.

Her eyes snap from the door to mine, this look coming over her pristine features. The exhilarating look of when your prey knows it's caught, knows it's completely at the mercy of its hunter.

The door starts to open, Lauren's lips parting and I make good on the once idle threat. Jumping from the chair to the door, a decent ten foot distance in a blink of an eye. Left hand slamming the door back shut as my right covers her mouth.

"Tell her anything," I lean forward whispering, eyes locking with hers. "Alert her in anyway and I'll kill her while you watch." Hand falling from her mouth, leaning back against the wall just enough so that when she opens the door half way I'm not visible.

"What the hell was that bullshit? Nearly knocked me on my ass, I think those Little Kitty muscles are beginning to grow finally. Bout damn time,"

"Sorry, I wasn't dressed."

"Okay, since when is it a biggie for me to see you in a bra-we got the same equipment." Kenzi snorts and I can tell she tries to come forward by the way Lauren grips the door tighter. "Can I come in or do I need special invite?"

"Kenzi, I'm a little busy at the moment."

"Busy—what were you taking care of yourself? Evony not doing her job anymore? Should I be gifting you batteries this birthday?" Kenzi laughs and tries to come forward once more. This time Lauren shuts the door a bit more, my nostrils flaring as I pick up on how nervous she is becoming. "What is wrong with—oh God, did Evony sneak in? Is she in there?"

I can see her getting tenser by the second, her breathing on the verge of becoming shallow. Her fingers wrapped around the edge of the door so tight I know it hurts. Her aura fluctuating sporadically. Kenzi wasn't stupid—she would pick up on something being off. I take a step forward and Lauren's head tilts ever so slightly toward my direction—bad move Lauren. I take another step as she takes this big, deep breath—a wave of excitement rushing through me as I wonder what she is about to do.

Would she warn Kenzi? Would she slam the door against me and try to run? Would she try and fight me to save the girl? Would she and Kenzi try and subdue me?

Oh, the possibilities were endless and riddled with excitement.

"Jesus Christ Kenz," she blurts out and stops me mid-step-the last step before there was no turning back. "Yes, you got me. I—" her voice drops, hand running through her hair as she lets the door open just a little forcing me to take a step back. "I'm wound up and-the release of endorphins an orgasm releases has been known to sooth me. I wanted to take a nap before trying to look at this with a fresh pair of eyes and it was the only way I was going to get to sleep."

"Ah—"

"Yeah, you got me okay. Big ol' pervert Doctor Lewis." She snorts, looking to her right away from us both.

"Oh, oh—no! Hey—I'm sorry I was just yanking your chain but—I mean hey, it's cool."

"Kenzi can we just not-just let me try and pull myself out of this abyss of embarrassment and then I'll come talk to you."

"Sure—yeah—I'm sorry I was just—my big mouth—"

"It's fine, we'll talk in a bit. In fact why don't you make a snack down stairs or something?"

"Sure."

"Have to admit," I pause watching her shut the door. "Didn't think you would pull that off, but that—that was fucking brilliant."

"What do you want?" she mumbles.

"Why always such the rush with you? What do you want? Why are you here?" taking a breath, snorting at her impatience as I slide back down into the chair. "You used to love foreplay, you used to love a good banter and now-you're making a girl feel like she isn't welcome."

"She isn't." the matter of fact way she response wipes the smirk from my face. "Why are you here?"

"Is it a conscious effort on your part not to say my name?" I raise an eyebrow, leaning to the left as I study her. "I'm here for SO MANY reasons Lauren," She just glares at me trying to control her breathing to the point that it's overly slow, her eyes every so often shifting to the door. "First one would be my irritation with you and involving so many people in OUR game."

"Our game?"

"I mean I knew the little group of do-gooders would be involved because let's face it, you have them so far up your ass I don't think they know how to breathe anymore without you reminding them too. But then tonight as exhilarating as it was to know you were finally playing at your potential—to see Dyson so distraught over yet another failure—I had not only a shit load of macho assholes running around causing interference but—Evony as well."

"So what, you're here to punish me?"

"I toyed with the idea but then I saw something most curious."

"Let me guess, you want me to ask what?" she snorts, grin on her lips as she folds her arms across her chest.

"With that attitude never mind,"

"Oh no, please tell me—need to rack up these special, little moments of ours." She clears her throat, my lips parting to ask what that sly comment meant but the sound of her voice cuts me off. "Please, tell me." She snorts again, jaw tightening.

"I could understand the groups of rent-a-commandos, after all you're known not to open your legs unless people are bending over backward for you-or you've been ordered to." Smirk returning to my lips as I watch her features flinch at the comment. "Makes sense for little Evony to send them out-what doesn't make sense though is why she herself is out on the streets-searching for me?"

I watch as the surprise of this fact washes over her, this little hint of happiness that Evony is out there hunting for me-all for her. A cascade of anger surges through me but other than the fact my smirk fades I manage to keep myself in control and seated.

"Who exactly is Evony too you?"

"Thought you were always watching?" she chuckles taking a single step away from me. "You already know,"

"Is she your girlfriend?" she doesn't say anything, just stares at me, judgment written all over her face. "Answer me," I demand and she just keeps staring at me—through me. "Answer me." I demand, voice growing louder as I jump up from the chair, hands once gripping the arms shoving the chair back against the wall as I do. A semi-loud thud filling room causing her attention to fly to the door. "Why is she out there looking for me?" my words a near run on snarl.

"Because she cares what happens to me."

"And why would that be?" I take a step forward but she doesn't back away, it's off putting, I can't remember the last time someone didn't back away from me with their tail between their legs.

"I don't know, maybe she doesn't like the idea of me being imprisoned by sick, sadistic, monsters because you have flown off your rocker-again."

"What are you talking about?" I see her hesitate, the doubt that comes over her—she thinks she has said too much. "Answer me." I demand.

"If you aren't dead or brought in by tomorrow I am to be turned over to the Dark Elders," she says it softly, hesitation lacing every word.

"And she would so easily turn you over?" I can't help but laugh. "You've committed yourself to her haven't you?" I take another step toward her, fits clenching. I heard what she said; it was just going to have to be dealt with later.

Now I wanted answers.

"No, but if she was—it's none of your business."

"It is my business." My voice raises as I close the distance between us, I don't touch her though—nor does she back away. "You are MY business Lauren. You are mine,"

"Yours? Again with this," she snorts, brow furrowing. "Was I yours when you were rushing off to bang everyone you could without even thinking about finding a way to control your hunger? Was I yours when you were running around making plans for your life and forgetting to consult me? Was I yours when you were on your killing sprees-this past four years you've been missing? Was I yours when you were with your 'Destiny'?" her tone hard and vicious.

Her little outburst should have added to my anger but instead it soothed it, a grin coating my lips. Eyes narrowing as I just look at her. She doesn't understand the change—she will. It may take a moment but she'll realize what she just admitted.

"Of course you would find this funny. This is all one big game to you, some big joke." She shakes her head going to side step me but I block her.

"For all of that self-righteous anger you spew over and over again trying to convince everyone—yourself included and all it takes is a few minutes near me before you slip up."

"What?" her eyes narrow, head tilting a bit to look at me. It takes but three seconds before her eyes widen a little.

"Tell me again Lauren; tell me how you don't want me here. Tell me how you don't love me anymore." My grin turning to a smile, though I know she finds it cold since her features scrunch a bit. She leans in and had I not know her; I would have thought she was going to hit me.

"I don't want you here,"

"You have a serious lying problem, I would have thought you would have rectified that by now." she scowls but her mind is only half here with me—where has the other part wandered too? Worry for Kenzi or worry for Evony? "You care for her?" the words leave my mouth before I can stop them, my voice a certain softness and she catches it.

"Why are you here?" her voice hardening, eyes narrowing as though she has suddenly gained an upper hand in this.

Maybe she had, this feel stirring deep within me was-interesting.

I faintly remember it, it's a distinct feeling that you never quite forget-well I had.

Pain.

I was biologically jealous—correction, territorial. I have always been even when I was pretending to be a human and with her it had been a new level. I was use to the feeling of jealousy-the desire to prove beyond a doubt she was mine to anyone who questioned it and that was when I was still weak and pathetic. I had managed to tolerate Evony because I didn't have time to focus on her, to many plans in motion already that required my attention. Not to mention I would take great pleasure in demonstrating just how superior I was when it came to animalistic need soon enough.

But, if she was more than a physical pass time-then I may need to find the time.

"What?" she asks curiously.

I just look at her, a subtle tremor rumbling in the pit of my stomach. Pain-oh how I loathed it. I had managed to hide from it-NO. I don't hide anymore-I managed to drown it out for years.

But for some reason the idea that Evony touching her—touching MY Lauren was anything more than a biological need—anything more than a way to be with a cheap version of me was—unthinkable.

Were there actual feelings there? Was she actually replacing me? Had she forgotten me so easily? Was she telling this-thing that she loved it?

I had thought about Lauren with other people—with Evony and it was fine. It was always in the context of lust, of desire, or satisfying a need.

I understood that, I understood that better than anyone and besides Lauren wasn't the type to wait around-but this-was she making love to Evony? Had it become more than gratification?

My mind drifts back from my thoughts, a surge of irritation pulsing within. She is just looking at me and she looks so subtly smug because Lord knows she wanted to keep her self-righteous, standing on a soap box stance with me so she would never be so brazen as to gloat openly.

"Are you in love with her?" the words leave my mouth once more before I can stop them. God I sound like that pathetic girl I was before I left, running around begging for her to love me.

"W—what?" she looks slightly taken back yet still smug.

"Do. You. Love. Her." my entire body tenses as I stare into her eyes, and I know there is a part of her that knows the effect this is causing-a part of her that enjoys it.

"You don't have a right to know that." she says with so much anger, so much distain for me it's almost exciting. A wave of accomplishment, of calmness all washing over me knowing she doesn't.

"Oh but you wish you could," I smirk knowing all too well why she can't love her—or anyone else for that matter.

"I did," her words harsh, as if I would take that as an insult. "Don't worry though, I will again."

"Oh, how cute. You think you can save me? Turn me back into the pathetic-ness I once was?"

"Who said I was talking about you?" this time as harsh as her words are there is a smirk invoking a new wave of anger—of jealousy—of possessiveness within myself.

"There is only me," I snarl stepping into her hard enough I expected her to stumble backward but she keeps her footing. "I think it's time you come to a realization Lauren, for as long as you're alive—you're mine-and only mine. Luckily for me, you just had to know what it was like to be fae." I lean in closer, tilting my head, lips hovering over her ear. "There is no escaping me."

"At least you can now recognize that I want to escape," my head jerks back, eyes locking with hers. "Progress."

My body reacts without conscious thought, shoving her back against the door trapping her between myself and the door, I'm sure there is a thud but it doesn't register. Our noses grazing one another as I glare into her eyes, jaw clenched. But she doesn't flinch. She doesn't even try to shove me away she just glares back into my eyes.

"What are your gonna cry? Hm? What happened to the badass who was trying to fight me?" I antagonize seeing her struggling to keep her features so stern. Good, she hurt like she made me. If I felt pain at her actions then so would she.

"Fuck you."

"Please tell me that's an offer." I chuckle, tilting my head eyes running along her collarbone.

"Never again." my hands slam against the door. Her eyes shutter but the rest of her remains tight and tense. It's maddening-it's a turn on. She never was one to run away from conflict-when she was pissed-and God was she hot when she was pissed.

"I can feel how aroused you are." I growl, anger bubbling up.

"I can't help how my body reacts to you-but I will never touch you again." she leans forward, lips hovering over mine but as I go to close the distance but she pulls back, cold smirk on her luscious lips. "And if you think anything different, you're not only insane—but a fool as well."

Lauren's POV

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I see the rage building with every insult; every rebuff of her attempts at so called affection. She had a pet-peeve about being called stupid when she was-her and now it looks as though that hasn't changed.

I didn't have a death wish—I swear I don't but seeing her—this version of her and the blatant arrogance, the blatant malice in everything she did—it just—maybe it was part of being a Fae now. Maybe I was now just naturally confrontational when challenged—maybe I needed the anger to remind myself that she wasn't really her.

My own anger kept me strong, kept me from backing down to her. Her anger—her anger reminded me just how far she was from the woman I once knew.

It was a dangerous game—but a necessary one.

Her eyes narrow, even in the dimness of my room I can see how dark her eyes are. Her eyes were always dark but warm, especially when she was turned on right before they would transition too that beautiful, icy blue but this darkness was a vastness-a cold emptiness with absolutely nothing behind it.

Her nostrils fare, her body tenses—flexing as she draws in this deep breath. She looks like she is trying to keep herself in control-a control that is quickly slipping away.

She leans and I can swear she growls—not as Dyson does but this low, rumble from in her chest—maybe a snarl would be a better word.

"What is it you see when you look at me Lauren?"

I swallow hard, slightly caught off guard by that. What game was she playing? What was this all for? Why was she really here? What did she care anymore what I thought about her?

I run my eyes over her features, I saw Bo. I saw my Bo-the woman I would give my life for. Sure her features were tense; she looked slightly younger—guess that's what non-stop feeding will do for you. But she looked the same; she looked like the woman I love.

But then my eyes find hers and they are cold and dead. They are the eyes of a killer. Remorseless and enraged.

All it takes is one look in her eyes to know the difference between the women.

"I see-I see an immature child running around trying to play games she doesn't quite understand. Whatever you think you're doing, it's going to backfire and there will be no coming back for you."

"You care?"

"No, but you are dragging your feet all over my life while you're doing this. That—I care about."

"For someone running their mouth about how immature I am and how I don't know what I am doing-took you long enough to catch on." she smirks, chuckle escaping as she subtly moves her pelvis against mine.

"It took me a while to stoop down to your level of simplistic idiocy." I take a deep breath watching as the last shreds of resolve begin to melt away. "I'm not used to dealing with such levels of stupidity—after all it's been years since we were together-"

A noise of some kind escapes her and my mind runs through what could happen next. Runs over if I could actually defend myself enough to get away-maybe enough to warn Kenzi to run.

Her lips smash into mine, I try breaking away but it's in vain. Every time I try to jerk my head away but hers follows. My hands going to her shoulders, I open my mouth slightly allowing her access-she never, ever learns. Her tongue slips passed and I bite down again, hard. Hard enough that she jerks back—but I've crossed a line.

She isn't as forgiving as the first time I did this to her.

When she leans back she grabs my forearm and jerks me backward, throwing me onto the bed.

She practically jumps atop of me, and I don't fight at first—maybe it was the fact I was actually surprised that she lost control. Maybe it was the fact that memories of 'that' night came rushing back. Maybe it was for that moment I gave up—didn't care what was going to happen. Maybe it was that I just don't fear her as much as I should.

Maybe I am just as insane as she is.

Her knees dig into my pelvis rendering my legs near useless, I try and push her off multiple times as I struggle beneath her but her grip is too strong. She manages to get my hands above my head, one hand gripping both of my wrists as the other grabs my face.

"Just do it already." I bark through the pain of her hold.

"Do it?" she snorts through devilish features. "Do what?"

"Make good on your promise. Kill me already," I say, trying to ignore the pain that engulfs my heart at the memory of her words from long ago.

"I don't want to kill you-I will never kill you Lauren."

"What are you going to do?" a wave of panic settling in as I pick up on the emphasis of her carefully picked words.

"Admit you love me."

"What?" I ask flatly, her grip on my mouth lessening.

"Admit it."

"Get off of me." I start to struggle underneath her again seeing some level of self-control returning.

I was wrong.

She pushes herself off of me, her back turning to me as she goes for the door. Leaping off the bed I go to grab her, she shrugs me off seemingly effortless tossing me back onto the bed. Door flying open with such force I'm sure a piece of it breaks as it slams into the edge of the dresser. She is out into the hall before I can even get off of the bed again. Running out into the hall she is already at the start of the stairs.

"Kenzi! Run!" I yell panicking, I go to reach out for her who hasn't moved but she pushes me back down with a thud, this time nothing soft to break my fall.

"Oh no, Kenz. Don't run." She chuckles coldly bouncing down the stairs.

I try to make a fist with my left hand but groan out in pain, I think it's sprung. My right hand on the wall as I use the support to stand. It's a scary thought knowing that she is hardly using force with me and I am barely able to withstand it.

Making it onto my feet I run the few feet to the stairs and down them before I even realize Kenzi is being held by the throat, Bo behind her.

"What are you doing?" I snap when I reach the last step but I don't move any further.

"Oh, are you worried?" she makes this mockingly sad face, as she jerks Kenzi a bit.

"This is between you and me."

"See, this is what I've been telling her but she just doesn't seem to comprehend that." Words coming through a smirk, her head tilted down toward Kenzi.

"Kenzi don't struggle." I say—more like order as I notice that she is trying to pull at the arm around her throat.

"Oh please do." Another chuckle as she jerks her arm, Kenzi's feet lifting off the ground for a moment. "Better yet, wait until I get what I want." She laughs looking from me back down to Kenzi. "Or—I don't know, maybe i—"

"Bo." Letting out flatly, walking toward her slowly, cautiously.

"What do you know, you do remember my name."

"Of course I remember your name," words coming through a clenched jaw, my eyes meeting Kenzi's. "Let her go-please."

"Not until you start being honest lover,"

"What is she talking about?" Kenzi asks, voice breaking as she continues to struggle against the hold.

"Fine. Fine. I love you."

She snorts as she jerks Kenzi again this time hard enough that a gargled scream escapes; my body starts to move forward before she shakes her head reminding me exactly who was in charge here.

"What is that shit?" another cold snort. "Say it like you mean it!" I take a deep breath; my eyes once again locking with Kenzi's whose are now glassy. "Make me believe it or you're gonna be down another friend. Hm, you really can't keep friends can you? They just always seem to end up dying."

"I love you." I say softer, trying to relax my features. "I love you." I repeat.

"That isn't what you want to say is it?" she asks flatly, annoyance radiating off of her.

"No. I hate you-but I will tell you anything-DO anything you want if you just let her go."

"Do?" her eyebrow raises.

"Lauren!" Kenzi protests but is jerked again.

"Always so willing to whore yourself out." Her smirk fades as if I just pissed her off more than anything else I had done tonight. Her features turning serious, stone like as her eyes meet mine. A cold feeling rushing down my spine. "I hope you two don't have anything left unsaid." Her head tilts down, her fingers beginning to tighten around Kenzi's throat, the sound of her gasping for breath filling the room.

"I love you," my voice breaks, it's hardly audible even to myself. "Dammit Bo! I love you—okay?! I love you! I still love you!" I yell, voice rising with every word as I take a cautious step toward them.

"I don't believe you," she snarls jerking Kenzi again, but I can see the grip has loosened.

"Look at me-look at me!" I demand, tears filling my eyes. She complies and I can't help but feel disgust rush through me. "Look at me Bo, tell me am I lying?" my jaw clenched to the point of pain, the words physically hurting me to say-to admit. "I love you."

"Say it again."

"I love you," I take a deep breath letting my eyes shift to the wall behind her.

"Was that so hard lover," her lips curve into a smirk, as she throws Kenzi onto the floor. "I love you too babe." She looks down at Kenzi who is holding herself up, head turned back to look up at the woman she once called a sister. "Nothing personal." She winks before looking back up to me as she starts taking steps backward toward the door. "Now if you excuse me, I have some—business to attend to." She pulls the door open, this near sickening giddiness to her now. "Can't have people thinking it's acceptable to touch my girl now can I?"

She disappears into the hall, the door shutting behind her and I rush into the kitchen searching for the handheld phone—I could swear I saw it in here.

"I'm fine thanks," Kenzi's voice cuts through the room, but I don't turn around as I search for the phone. "She'll be gone before anyone gets here."

"I need to warn Evony." I mumble walking out back into the living room, eyes looking her over quickly once before moving back onto my search for the phone.

"Bo, isn't going to get near her. She is in surrounded by hundreds of scary—"

"She is out on the street with the rest of them and no-I let it slip about the Dark Elders." I continue to talk, my tone I'm sure sporadic as I search the couch for the phone. None. "She is going to go take them on before she moves onto Evony." I sigh moving to the other couch, picking up the little, black arm-pillow finding it.

"You're going to warn them?"

"Yes." I answer as I start dialing Evony's number—until Kenzi leans over the back of the couch hitting my hand almost knocking the phone out of it.

"What are you doing?"

"I think I just told you." My brow furrowing as I pull the phone away from her.

"Lauren if you warn them they will either be prepared or hide,"

"Kind of the plain." I press TALK bringing it to my ear.

"They want her-so let them have her."

"She might actually kill them Kenzi." I huff trying to walk away from her but she cuts me off.

"That might not be such a bad thing right now." She says it flatly but softly, my eyes locking with hers understanding what she is suggesting. "She kills them and you're free. They kill her and you're free-either way you're free."

"Kenzi,"

(Lauren?)

I stare into her eyes, still a glassy shine to them. God, what was I doing?

(Lauren? Are you okay?)

"Bo was just here." I say, never once breaking eye contact with her.

(Are you okay?)

"I'm okay—Kenzi is too." I take a breath, chest feeling heavy. "I know you're out there with Hale so make sure you tell him she is okay too."

(Fine. What did she want?)

Moment of truth.

(Lauren, are you there?)

"She is on—"

"Don't," Kenzi whispers softly, her eyes pleading just as much as her tone.

"She is on a high, be on the lookout for another mass feeding. She wasn't making any sense, just trying to boast I guess about how we can't catch her."

(That's it?)

"Yeah,"

(You called me to tell me that? Why didn't you call the cops) her voice wavers, I know she has picked up on something. (I'm not exactly doing what they are) she should sound annoyed but she doesn't and that is how I know she knows something is off.

"She almost killed Kenzi-and I got hurt a little-I was scared. I'm sorry I just called you." I sigh, eyes falling to the floor.

(Lauren,) she falls silent but I hear rumbling in the background and then the sound of a car door opening and then closing. (It'll be okay, Kenzi is fine and you are fine.)

"I know,"

(I can't be there-I have to try and find her otherwise I will have no choice tomorrow and Lauren,)

"What?" I ask softly, too much hesitation there for her not to be waiting for a response of some kind.

(I don't know if I will be able too.)

"Don't worry about it, like you said we are fine."

(Did you hear me?)

"I did, we'll talk later."

(Lauren?) I hang up the phone on her without a reply, looking up to find Kenzi staring at me inquisitively.

"I'm not going to ask what that was,"

"Good." I look away tossing the phone back on the couch.

"We can't tell anyone about this, you know that right?"

"You mean I can't tell Evony,"

"I mean anyone,"

"So you won't tell Hale?" I ask turning back around to face her.

"No,"

"Since when did it become so normal to lie to our friends?" I ask, it's harsh and cold. She thinks it's an insult directed only at her—it was more at myself—more in general rather than directed at her but it doesn't matter now.

"Sometimes a lie of omission is kinder than the most justified truth."

I lean against the arm of the couch, her words sinking in.

It was true-sometimes a lie was kinder than the truth—at least that's how I justified mine.