Just the 5.08 storyline from Heather's POV. Short one.


"Hey, fix Evony." Sitting on the bar table, Heather said to Lauren and was ignored.

"Fix Evony," Heather said to Dyson and was ignored again.

"Fix my mother," Heather said to Trick and was ignored the third time.

"What did Evony ever do to you that you had to break her?" Heather went back to Lauren.

"What are you? A broken record?" Vex asked without noticing what was painted on Heather's T-shirt.

"I am, that's why I bought this broken record T-shirt," Heather said sarcastically.

"Heather is actually pretty pleasant to have around. She mixes drinks, does my laundry, fixes broken appliances and mops the floor," Trick explained, "And there is a talk of fixing the roof tomorrow."

"If I have to stay here to bother Trick, I have to make the place enjoyable," Heather made excuses. After all, it's more fun to do hands-on work than paperwork.

"See, manipulator of feelings, just half a day and she already won you over. She will be making you feel guilty about keeping Evony human soon," Vex did not trust Evony's daughter.

"Are you saying I am trying to trick Trick by being nice?" Heather narrowed her eyes, "Have you considered that I am just a nice person who enjoys taking extra responsibility?"

"Hey, these were in the mail slot," Bo came into the Dal with a stack of party invitation.

Everybody except Vex and Mark received an invitation. It worried Heather because her invitation said Hedone. The only people who knew about her real identity were everyone in this room, her mother and her aunt.


H eather and Trick had arrived before the "gang" did. Apparently the time on their invitation was listed half an hour before Bo's. They were amazed by how many Fae were attending. Of course, it was a small private party, comparing to the Thunder Duel party, but it was fancier. No random thugs. People were more well-dressed.

Trick was quickly surrounded by some beautiful ladies and Heather decided to leave him alone. She went to the bar table. Drink of prophecy? Nope. Heather thought. She grabbed a simple glass of white champagne.

"Hedone, aren't you a little too young to be drinking?" Someone asked.

"If you know me by that name, then you must be the host, the Zeus they have been talking about," Heather had turned into attack mode, "Go away. Ancients are not my friends." She had the scars under her stole to prove it.

"Relax. We are family," Zee smiled, "Eros was my grandson and that makes me your great grandmother."

"Eros was not my father. The only family I have is my mother and my aunt, so I advice you to leave me alone," Heather refused to admit that having a bad ass GGM was pretty cool and her past experience had taught her not to trust that side of the family. "And my name is not Hedone. It's Heather."

"Heather, you are wasting your full potential here. Join me. We can very much use your power for the upcoming battle against Hades," Zee proposed, "Right after we find you a Fae sperm donor on FaeDate. Possibly a Liderc." Of course, just like any concern great granny, all she wanted was Heather to get pregnant and gain melting power.

"Really? Haha. No." Heather turned down the offer. Sex was the last things she wanted, especially after the things her uncles did to her when she was held captive by Eros.

"SURPRISE!" Everyone cheered. Bo had arrived.

"Your guest of honour has arrived and I suppose you have more important business to attend," It was true. Zee walked away.


Trick brought up the most important question after the lengthy discussion of the Nyx and a magic box. "Where is it now?"

"It's in the clubhouse," Bo turned to the door.

"Wait," Someone stopped her. Bo turned around and saw nothing, but the weird noise Bo had been hearing had stopped. It sounded like someone was banging his or her shoes against a leg of the wooden table while sitting on the table.

"Hey, Bo," Heather cheerfully said and came out from the dark. She was invisible during the whole time Trick was talking to Bo.

"You have been lurking?" Bo asked.

"Nan, just playing with my power for no reason while eavesdropping," She took off one of her rock cuffs, "There, take this."

"Why?" Bo questioned.

"I am half-ancient. If Eros was really a god, I would have been a demigod. I am sure you remembered my feeding habit during the Thunder Duel. My power is not very controllable. Especially if one day I decide to have a child, I might feed off and melt thousands of people. So, my grandmother from my mother's side made these for me when I turned sixteen. They bound my power and bring down my need for feeding. It might be a good idea to make Iris wear this before she destroy the whole world."

Bo nodded to show that she understood and accepted the cuff bracelet.

"The ancient might be powerful, but they all share one weakness," Heather advised, "Only family can destroy them."

"Okay," It reminded Bo of something she heard before.

Heather asserted her position, "Trust me. I killed Himeros and Anteros."

= To Be Continued… =

Not too inspired due to the lack of Evony and her Leanan Sidhe power on 5.08, so I am taking a break until Lost Girl returns. Cheers.