Chapter 7

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Lauren

She stood there torn between being angry and depressed. She'd just told Bo what she thought was monumental news, but apparently upon hearing that she'd done some tests on her own blood the succubus had a total meltdown.

She'd seen Bo angry before; the scene that ensued after their first night together instantly sprang to mind, but she'd had reason to be angry then, however this time felt different. It felt unjustified.

She didn't do anything wrong, not this time. Did she? She knew sometimes she could be dense about these things. It was one of the reasons she thought Bo and her were so compatible. Granted most times their differences ended up in a fight but it also sparked a lot of knowledge and learning on both their parts.

Bo was strong where she was weak, she was more logical whereas Bo was more impulsive. She tended to cut off her emotions and revert back to her doctor persona whereas Bo practically wore her emotions like a glaringly bright flashing neon sign.

Lauren collapsed on the couch, tears pooling in her eyes as she recalled the primarily one sided argument that had just ensued. She had been so blindsided by Bo's outburst she hardly had time to counter anything the succubus had said.

She glanced at the print out of the results that lay trampled on the ground.

"I didn't do anything wrong." She muttered as she cradled her head in her hands.

She had promised Bo she wouldn't tell anyone, but she never said anything about running any tests. And even if she did, it's not like she had run them on Bo's blood work.

Bo had changed something inside of her; she had changed her genetic makeup! She'd have to be an idiot and an even crappier doctor to not look into that. Why couldn't Bo see that?

She couldn't help but note that if the tables had been turned, she was sure that Bo would have done much much worse to get to the bottom of things. But then again, things weren't a two way street for them. It was okay for Bo to cross a line but when she crossed that same line, things usually blew up in her face.

The more Lauren thought about it, the madder she got. All the arguments and points she should have screamed back at Bo only just now coming to mind.

"Who is she to act all high and mighty?" She thought as her blood started to boil.

"She acts like I'm just a useless lump on a log that constantly needs saving. Like I contribute nothing!" Her thoughts were running a mile a minute through her head effectively destroying her usual calm demeanor.

Lauren scoffed, jumping from her seat and pacing the floor.

"I've helped her on countless cases, I've disregarded my own safety to help her control her powers, I've done nothing but protect her like she's protected me and she has the nerve to act like I've contributed nothing? How dare she!" Lauren was fuming as she walked the apartment, like a caged animal ready to attack anyone foolish enough to come close enough.

"And then she has the gall to play the victim about me and Nadia. Ugh! I waited years for her to wake up. Did she think I could just abandon Nadia like that? Did she think so little of me that she expected me to just let Nadia walk away like nothing had happened? I'd sold my life away for a chance to be with her, how could Bo be so selfish and expect me not to explore that?"

Lauren was glad Bo had removed Nadia's curse and done what neither her nor Nadia could do when the Garuda took over her ex-lover's body. She'd forever be in her debt for that, but for Bo to throw that action back in her face just made her angrier.

She thought of the countless hours Bo had flaunted Dyson in front of her and she'd never said a damn thing. She'd watched Bo take person after person home and not once did Bo seem to care how that made her feel. But again, not a two way street. Bo was apparently allowed to be hurt by seeing her with Nadia but God forbid it occur to the succubus that she might feel the same way seeing her with Dyson or her million and one floozies.

Lauren let out an indignant snort. She couldn't wrap her head around the audacity of the woman she thought she loved.

"If Bo had truly loved me, would she have been so willing to spew those insults, not even waiting for a rebuttal? " With that thought her anger faded just a smidge.

Lauren came to a sudden halt, staring once again at the lab report that was still lying on the ground. She picked it up and stared blankly at it.

She could hear the nagging voice of reason in the back of her mind. She deep sighed as it quickly chased her anger away; leaving her with the terrible feeling of her heartbreak and the fact that everything about the way Bo blew up wasn't quite right. "It'd be so much easier to just be mad," she thought to herself knowing that staying mad wasn't a possibility anymore.

She pushed her own emotions aside and scrutinized every detail of the fight they'd had. She needed to be in doctor mode; able to pick the facts apart and analyze everything.

She felt her emotions fade to the background as her mind started to process the recent events. She ran through the things Bo had revealed about her powers and the trip she'd taken and piece by piece she started to put the puzzle together.

No matter how mad Bo made her, no matter how many times they broke each other's hearts or how many fights they got into, she would always be there for her. Now was no different.

When she took the time to go over what she'd already known, everything was quickly clicking into place. If this power Bo had gotten could enhance and even add new abilities to her physically, was it possible that it could affect her emotions and thoughts too?

That was what Trick had talked about, right? That you couldn't get this much power and not be corrupted in some way by the darkness. Fae or people in general, couldn't get power like this and not be tempted by the possibilities it offered.

She'd noticed the glint in her eye and ghost of a smile that passed on Bo's face as she looked at the two Fae she'd killed, the way Lauren had known Bo was holding back some important piece of information, and combined with her hot headed reaction today, maybe things were worse than she thought.

She needed to figure out what was happening and only one person could offer her insight and that person just stormed out of her apartment.

As she walked back to her mini-lab where the whole fight started all she could feel was the pain in her heart at losing the only woman who had broken her shields, the woman who had fought so hard to free her and keep her safe. Despite everything that had happened, she still wanted Bo.

Lauren sighed as she cracked open a book, forcing her own painful emotions back inside their neat little box, and immersing herself in finding a reason behind Bo's new powers and possibly a solution.


Bo

She was practically skipping into the crack shack, giddy and excited to have a night where she was truly open to having fun. She waved to Kenzi before darting up the stairs and putting on her most provocative outfit. She grabbed her favorite pair of low rise skintight leather pants, a blood red camisole top and her short leather jacket.

When she was content with her outfit she stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her cleavage and how much of her tight stomach was showing. "That oughta do" she thought, before applying her eyeliner and rushing downstairs.

As soon as she got downstairs she could tell Kenzi had something to say but Bo didn't want to talk tonight, she just wanted to let loose. She mustered her strength and walked over to her best friend. As she got closer she noticed Kenzi was still looking worried but at least she was completely dressed up.

Kenzi had donned her favorite 'booty snatchin' outfit, as her best friend had called it. Apparently, Kenzi had the same idea Bo had had. They wanted to go out looking drop dead gorgeous and have a much needed girls night out.

"Not that I'm not excited as hell to go out and drink the night away with my favorite skankubus but what happened between you and Dr. Hotpants tonight?"

"We broke up. And if it's okay with you I'd rather talk about this later, preferably when you and I are both nursing terrible hangovers and regretting our decisions from the night before. Talking about Lauren is gonna seriously harsh my mellow." When her own words reached her ears she heard how alien she sounded, even to herself.

Breaking up with someone shouldn't be something you say nonchalantly, but that's exactly how it sounded. Bo couldn't help but wonder if giving up her pain was something she should have done, after all, it was what made her, her. On the other hand, it was nice to not be constantly weighed down by guilt.

She knew talking it out with Kenzi would clear some of the fog that had settled into her brain and bring light to the niggling thought that was just beyond her grasp.

She glanced back at Kenzi, who was now staring at her with both a sad and excited look on her face, an expression only Kenzi could pull off.

"Fine, but this conversation isn't over Bobo. You aren't all tormented and angsty like you usually are whenever you and Dr. Hotpants 'breakup'. I know you, and something is definitely up." Bo chuckled at the air quotes Kenzi put around the word breakup. You can't breakup when you aren't officially dating, right?

"As much as I find your honesty refreshing Kenz, we're wasting precious drinking time. I promise you on everything I am that I will sit down and tell you everything tomorrow, but tonight can we please just go get bombed and have some sisterly bonding?" She didn't dread telling Kenzi everything that had happened. In fact, if she were going to feel anything, it would have been shame. If she could trust anyone, it was Kenzi, but despite knowing that she still hadn't told her best friend.

She knew she should have told her first, but there was no sense obsessing on that. She would tell her every morsel of information tomorrow.

She listened to Kenzi blow out a deep breath, "Alright skank, let's go get our drink on and get completely wasted tonight!" Bo smiled happily and headed towards the door with her best friend in tow.

Their night started at the Dal where they downed shot after shot of delicious Fae liquor for an hour, until neither of them could stand straight without the others help. From there, the night was a drunken blur.

Her girls night out was completely blank in the morning following their drunken escapades. She awoke feeling like something had crawled into her mouth and died and her head felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer to it. Wait, scratch that. She'd been hit in the head with a sledgehammer and that was nothing compared to what she was feeling right now. This felt more like a jackhammer had been relentlessly colliding with her skull for days.

Despite the light sensitivity, nausea, disgusting taste in her mouth, the strong smell of liquor emanating from her pores and the debilitating headache she had, the night had been a great one.

It's always the nights you can't remember that turn out to be the best. Of course, that's usually before you remember all the stupid things you did and instantly regret everything.

She already knew she was going to regret her night out with Kenzi. What was the first clue, you ask? Probably the fact that she was surrounded by brand new clothes, expensive jewelry and empty bottles of beer.

She chuckled to herself as she stumbled towards the bathroom, maneuvering about so she avoided any direct sunlight that shone through the slats in her crack shack dwelling.

A shower and good brushing of the teeth can only do so much for a hangover, but it was enough to make her hangover just a little less brutal.

When she finally staggered down the stairs and to the coffee maker she could tell Kenzi was in just as bad shape. Neither spoke until they had filled up on coffee and Advil. Despite their post-inebriated state, they still gaped at the bags, boxes and bottles that littered to floor of their living room.

Bo plopped onto the couch and promptly let out a shriek as a red stiletto heel jabbed her in the ass. She and Kenzi both busted out laughing, forgetting about just how terrible they felt. She guessed laughter really was the best medicine.

"Bo, what the hell is all this stuff?" Kenzi asked exactly what Bo had been thinking.

"Trophies from our drunken adventures last night?" Bo had flashes of them running in and out of clothing and shoe stores just grabbing whatever the hell they wanted. Free of charge of course, thanks to her five finger succubus discount.

"Oh god. Are we like, convicted felons now? My rap sheet is already, like, the size of a frickin' Harry Potter book. I cannot afford another theft charge!" She looked at her best friend who was now freaking out and staring in horror at the bounty of expensive items before them.

Bo couldn't help letting out the laughter that was building inside of her. Kenzi glared at the succubus who was having a fit of laughter.

"We have over $200,000 worth of jewelry here. This necklace alone must have cost a good $20,000," Bo held up a gaudy diamond tennis necklace. The necklace was more diamond that white gold and while it looked truly stunning, it also screamed out 'I'm expensive and you could never afford me!'

"God only knows how much the clothes and shoes cost. But I doubt anyone would have just let us walk out with this stuff. I guess drunk me took full advantage of these succubus powers and got us some free stuff. Relax Kenz, you're in the clear."

"Though, I will say this, when we're drunk, we have incredibly expensive taste!" She picked up a jewelry box with another diamond tennis necklace and matching bracelet.

Just as quickly as the look of horror had appeared on Kenzi's face, it had disappeared and been replaced by one of undiluted joy.

"Bobo, thank God, because these shoes are to die for!" Kenzi squealed before dropping to the ground and cradling a pair of Jimmy Choo platform sandals. Bo watched with amusement as her friend jumped from shoe to shoe, treating each one like the beautifully expensive treasures they were.

She glanced at the various articles of clothing and the shoes that were strewn about and noted that about 70% of them were Kenzi's size. Another memory suddenly surged forward.

The two of them were in a cab going somewhere, each of them holding a bottle of bourbon. She had said something to Kenzi that resulted in a drunken wager. She remembered them both drinking, well chugging, their bourbon in a test of wills and Bo was the first to bow out. She saw Kenzi laughing wildly at her irrefutable win and the excitement of her prize.

Suddenly it hit Bo; the prize had been whatever the winner wanted. No questions asked.

Actually, that made sense. Even when Kenzi wasn't drunk she had expensive tastes; always trying to get her to use her succubus wiles to get them free food, clothes, and shoes.

Just as she was about to tell her best friend another memory flashed. They were at a car dealership looking at the most expensive cars they offered. She watched as Kenzi skipped around the cars, running her hand along each of the cars sleek frames before settling on a dark purple Aston Martin DBS Volante.

Bo remembered pushing her power into the salesman, convincing him to give the car to them for free. She put so much power into it the man not only agreed but wanted to give her another car and a bunch of unnecessary add-ons too. She'd tossed Kenzi the keys, planted a passionate kiss on the salesman's lips and hopped into the car beside her best friend.

They pulled off the lot and stowed all their goodies from the cab into the brand new car and took off.

Bo shook the memory from her head and rummaged through the couch cushions for five minutes before finally finding what she was looking for. She grabbed the keys and rushed out the door, leaving a gaping Kenzi in the dust behind her.

She didn't even bother to restrain the loud gasp that slipped from her lips. Parked terribly on the street was the deep purple Aston Martin she'd seen in her memory. "Kenzi!" She screamed urgently. "Kenzi! Get out here!" she screamed louder as her friend took her sweet time getting outside.

"Hold your h…." was all Kenzi said before her eyes drifted towards where Bo had her finger pointed.

"Surprise," Bo said weakly.

"Holy hell! Whose car is that and why do we have it?" She knew she was supposed to be freaking out but it was hard to; she was just glad to be able to give something back to Kenzi.

Bo glanced at her paralyzed friend and just felt an overwhelming sense of pride and love. Kenzi was like her long lost sister, the kind she'd always wanted but never let herself admit to wanting. Her night last night was a revelation wrapped in drunken actions.

She gave away her undesirable emotions, the ones that plagued her night and day, and she was essentially inhibition free. But even with her free card, the first thing she did was call Kenzi and spend basically the entire night doing whatever her best friend wanted. Sure she could have gone on a chi sucking rampage and taken full advantage of her succubus nature, but all she'd wanted to do was party with her sidekick, best friend, and essentially sister.

Even this thing inside her couldn't take away the love she had for the girl who had never given up on her, who was always offering her words of wisdom and uncanny honesty.

Bo didn't care how she got these things; she just wanted Kenzi to be happy. She wanted to give her best friend all the things she deserved because she had done so much good for Bo, but most importantly, no matter how much Bo considered herself a monster, no matter what Bo did, Kenzi would always be there. She'd already proven that time and time again.

Her friend deserved more than just an expensive car, new clothes and shoes, but it was a start.

"It's yours." She couldn't keep her amusement to herself when her friend looked at her with a surprised expression on her face.

"Uh Bobo, I think you might still be a little wasted. I think I'd remember if I owned a sexy purple sex machine like this"

Bo chuckled and held the keys in front of her friends face. "We got it last night."

She dangled the keys, watching as Kenzi's eyes followed their every movement. "Unless you don't want it," she said in faux disappointment and just as she started to slowly put the keys away, Kenzi's hand darted out and grabbed them.

"Whoa whoa whoa! No need to be rash! Who am I to turn down a gift like this?" Her friend said as she ran towards the car and slid into the driver's seat.


Okay, sorry for the huge delay in posting another chapter but I've already finished chapter 8 and most of 9 so those will most likely be up by tomorrow, fingers crossed!

On a side note I would really like to thank everyone whose offered insight on the previous chapters and what they'd like from this story. I really do try to incorporate what you guys would like into it and keep in mind that I know what the end result of this story is going to be but how I get there seems to change every time I write a chapter so don't hesitate to speak up.

I hope you guys liked this chapter, I tried to keep it a little light and fun because with the way the story is going it's gonna be taking a drastic turn and getting a bit darker and more serious. Hint hint. :P

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