Chapter 9

I'm so sorry I haven't updated either of my stories in forever, sports have started to consume my every waking minute once again. But tonight I plan on chugging a giant mixture of diet iced tea and gatorade to finish writing chapter 2 of Baby New Years (my new story) and hopefully chapter 10. Reviews or PMs are amazing, enjoy! :)


The darkness hit her before anything else did. The girl's eyes strained to see in the black, her hands reaching out into the air to help guide her along. The night encompassed the world around her, but she knew she was in the forest outside of the asylum. Her senses screamed danger as she continued on, and each time she touched a tree or another object her hands coiled back to her as if burned. The dark didn't let up as she walked for what felt like hours.

The girl's bare feet ached from the rough ground under her, but she could feel the texture changing. It became gravelly and flat, then sloped into a smooth, cold surface. She had reached the road, and began walking along it, praying that a car would pass by.

A sudden flash illuminated the asphalt in front of her, and she could hear brakes squeaking as a car rolled to a stop from behind. Her head swam from the bright lights blaring at her from the road. Staggering to the passenger side, she opened the door. An older man sat in the drivers seat, his thick eyebrows crumpled together in concern. "You need a ride?" He said cautiously, "It's a very long walk to the next town over."

The girl didn't say anything but sunk down into the seat, closing the door behind her. Her hands shook a little, and she could feel the man staring. "Drive," she said stiffly. He cleared his throat and took the car off of park, pulling his eyes away of her. Sensing she didn't want to talk right now, he occupied himself by drumming his fingers off the steering wheel.

The sound pounded in her ears, each hit of his finger sending a pulse of pain through her brain. She didn't mind it though, as it just reassured her that she was still alive and capable of feeling things. Sitting in the squishy leather seat, her thoughts began to flow back into her. She remembered escaping the facility, and killing the guards. Her stomach felt sick and her limbs were weak with fatigue. Every nerve in her body protested as she lifted a hand to rub her face tiredly. She shivered, the cold finally catching up to her. Her own stare shifted to her clothing. The ill-fitting, plain gray t-shirt and shorts covering her body were soaked in dried blood, a mixture of her own and of people at the asylum. Her arm throbbed at the place were she was stabbed by a guard's knife, raw but not bleeding. She wondered how the man driving didn't see or smell the gore on her.

Maybe he just doesn't want to say anything, she guessed wistfully. The thought hardened in her brain, a reminder of where she had came from.

Yeah right. He just doesn't care, nobody does. Why would he?


Bo and Lily pulled into the parking lot of the precinct after dropping Kenzi off at the Dal. Entering the building, the younger fae took in her surroundings, not expecting a wolf-shifter like Dyson and a temperamental Valkyrie like Tamsin to work in such a domestic place. Dyson was sitting at his desk and Tamsin was by his side, reading some files over his shoulder. Hearing the click of heels on linoleum, the blonde turned around to find every stare in the room fixed on the two sisters. Lily was just as clueless as Bo, and they both seemed to have no idea the effect they were having on each presence within ogling distance.

Great, Tamsin thought, now there's two walking Viagras around to leave this place ruffled every time they bat an eyelash.

The succubi arrived at Dyson's desk, and Bo placed a hand on his shoulder to break his concentration on the case. She glanced the Valkyrie's way, smiling slightly before leaning in to say a hello to the man. Lily watched Tamsin's aura, snickering at it's brilliance. The blonde shot the girl a glare that clearly said 'shut up before I turn you into a human throw rug,' and the the younger succubus threw up her hands to signal she would leave it alone for now.

Dyson shuffled the papers on his desk, gathering the attention of the woman to him.

"There's been a couple disappearances of bodies lately from a local funeral home. Each one was male, early twenties to late thirties. We've already checked the footage on the video cameras and each corpse seems to leave at about 2 am."

"Wait," Bo said, "They seem to 'leave'? What does that mean?"

Dyson leaned back in his chair, a strange smile on his face. "That's the thing that's getting us. They appear to get up and walk right out of the rooms, and they even stop to grab their clothes. It's definitely some type of powerful fae, as the bodies were human, but I'm not sure which one. We could use you and Lily's help to get some answers out of the workers at the home."

"Sure thing," Bo said smiling, and Dyson lead the 3 others out of the station.


The funeral home was a quaint, cozy house situated in front of a forest a few miles outside of town. The woods behind the building were bright and cheery, giving the grounds a sense of false happiness while there were grievances being frequently exchanged indoors.

The four were met outside by the director, a middle-aged man with a waxy face and slicked-back hair. Tamsin was immediately on her guard, feeling something was off with him and his parlor. He breathed heavily through his nose, and was a close-talker, invading personal spaces each time he spoke. Dyson was the gentleman of the group, shaking the man's hand, leaving the 3 woman to eye the director suspiciously at a safe extent.

"I'm so glad you detectives are here," he said after Dyson introduced he and Tamsin, "And who are these two lovely ladies?" He directed his gaze toward Bo and Lily, strutting over to kiss their hands.

Bo intercepted his beeline for the younger girl and sacrificed her own hand to him, putting Lily between them protectively. "I'm Bo and this is my sister Lily. We're here to help the detectives," she smiled tightly. He kissed her hand graciously, his skin just as waxy and clammy as his face.

"Very good, very good." He had a catlike grin on his face and kept her hand in his before Tamsin said loudly, "So can you direct us to the crime scene?" breaking his focus on Bo just enough for her hand to slip away.

"Of course, of course. This way." He motioned for them to follow him, and they were lead to the basement of the house. It was brightly lit, yet still had a macabre feel. Starch white sheets covered shapes on tables alongside the walls, reflecting the light to cast an eerie glow on the room.

"You see, we have our own morgue. All the embalming takes place in here." The director had a creepy excitement on his face, and it just added to his disturbing personality.

"I see. Do you youself do all of the embalming?" Dyson asked.

"No, no we have a man for that. But he's been off on vacation for over two weeks now. He won't be back until next Wednesday actually."

"So how have you been holding funerals while he's been gone?" Tamsin asked skeptically.

"My dear, we can't just stop business for three weeks can we? No, I have another man come around when my regular isn't here."

"Are they the only only people who have access to this part of the building?" Dyson questioned.

"Just those two and I, and we each have our own key. There's a spare in my office, but it hasn't been used for years."

"Could anyone get the spare key easily?"

"No, I keep my office locked at all times. Besides, if someone wanted it, they just have to ask and state a valid reason, but no one ever has."

"Lets look around for awhile, see if anything comes up," Dyson offered.

The doors were thoroughly checked by each person, and Bo wished Kenzi was here, as this was one of her areas of expertise. Searching around the basement, nothing looked out of ordinary.

"When did you notice the bodies were missing?" Bo said, looking around at the many tables.

"Well, the other week I came down to check if the the place was tidied up, my regular cleans after himself but the other doesn't sometimes, and I noticed three bodies were missing. Since then, one has gone missing every night up until two days ago. All the doors and windows are locked before I leave for the night and are the same way when I get back in the morning, but they still seem to go missing."

"What was so special about two nights ago?" The blonde detective asked curiously.

"Nothing," the man said, "Other than we installed a new ventilation system down here. Nothing can come in anymore, or go out." The smile appeared back on his face.

"Hmm," Dyson murmured to himself, rubbing his chin. "Can you take us around back so we can survey the possible areas they went?"

"Sure, sure." The four were again being lead by the cryptic man, this time to the beautiful gardens around back. A roof-covered porch jutted from the house, and hanging baskets of flowers were swaying from the roof. Patches of bushes and plants sprung up from either sides of a small path trailing away from the porch, twisting around the grounds. A large fountain sprayed water calmly from the center of the yard, and benches sat in random spaces, offering rest to the mourning passerby.

"Pretty nice garden you've got for a funeral home," Tamsin said. "Why is that?"

The director smiled weirdly again, sending yet another wave of apprehension into her. "It's just something nice that should be done at each home. This 'Garden of Eden' creates a space for families to relax and let go of their sadness, at least for a little while. I enjoy creating love in a place where it's the hardest to find." With that, he turned and walked back to the house. "Let me know if you need anything. Bye now!" And vanished into the building.

"This place is really beautiful, and his mission is pretty great, but it's still all impossibly creepy if you ask me," Lily said quietly. The elder fae each nodded in silent agreement. The group searched around the grounds for another hour, but couldn't come up with anything. Everyone headed eagerly back to the cars, relieved to finally leave the place behind.


The four headed back to the Dal, the ones of age ready for some much needed drinks. Lily ran over to Kenzi's side, gushing about the eccentric and almost pedophile-like man they had met. Dyson sauntered over to recount the case details to Trick, and both Bo and Tamsin sat down at the bar with a beer.

"That was...interesting," Bo said laughing, "But I think you and Dyson could've handled the mean, scary creep for yourselves," she teased.

"He was more sinister than you think succulette. You notice the scar on his right arm?"

Bo just stared at her blankly.

"Didn't think so. It was from a scythe, and don't ask me how I know that. Not sure where he would've been caught up with one of those, but I'm sure we'll find out why soon enough."

"Wow, no wonder they made you the detective," Bo said with a smirk.

"You said it babe," Tamsin sighed, taking a long swig from her beer. "Now if you excuse me, I'm going home before your cluelessness starts to rub off on me."

"Can I come with?" Bo asked suddenly, not wanting Tamsin to leave her just yet. The blonde just stared at her oddly. "You know, to discuss the case."

"What do you know, everyone's favorite succu-gizer bunny would rather be with me than her obsessive cohorts."

"Well since the other option is listen to Kenzi rant about Dyson, or Lily about that man, I think I'll pick be latter choice for now." The detective shook her head, impressed that she was the one the succubus wanted to be with at the moment, but didn't say anything. She walked to the door to the Dal with Bo matching her steps beside her.


"Wow," Bo said for the second time in two hours, "I was expecting more empty and cold."

"Well I do love to prove people wrong. Come in I guess." Bo was lead into a small, yet beautiful apartment. It had a kitchen with an open layout seperated by a couch into a living room, the sofa facing away towards a nice-sized TV. A short hallway banked off of the far side of the kitchen, routing to what Bo assumed was either a torture chamber or Tamsin's bedroom.

"Here, start reading," the blonde said, handing Bo the files and walked over to the fridge. The brunette sat down on the surprisingly soft couch, savoring the scent of the Valkyrie all around her. Tamsin smiled when she saw Bo on her couch, looking quite relaxed, like the weight of the world wasn't bearing down on her at that exact second. She strolled back over to where the succubus was sitting, and handed her a glass of wine.

They read silently for hours, discussing details now and then. The quiet wasn't awkward, it just seemed normal. Neither of them knew how much time had passed until Bo started yawning every so often.

"It's getting pretty late. I guess we should cut our loses and quit for the night," Tamsin said tiredly, but Bo wasn't listening. "Bo you should go home, Kenzi will have my head if-"

Exhausted, the brunette had laid her head back against the cushions, blinking drowsily. Bo focused on the detective's voice when she spoke. The sound was music to her, it's business-like tone keeping her awake but subtle hints of gentleness caressing her mind at the same time. It reverberated through her ears, washing over her brain and instantly calming her. She didn't listen to the actual words, but watched the shape of her mouth when it spoke the phrases, her concentration on the individual sounds expressed by each letter. It was in these moments Bo knew that something major was bubbling up inside her for the other woman, not only lust, and she hoped it was the same way inside for Tamsin. She subconsciously reached for the Valkyrie's hand, stopping the blonde's speech mid-sentence.

Tamsin sighed, trying to get away from Bo's grip. When the succubus's hand didn't give, she settled for stroking her thumb across the smooth surface of the other woman's hand. She was slowly memorizing every part of Bo she could, even while she knew she shouldn't get so attached. Some of the only places she had yet to see were underneath the brunette's clothes, and it was tantilizing to wonder about if the position's had been switched in the truck that day. The thought caused her to blush and knock her out of her lascivious state for a moment, allowing time to clear her head.

"I already told you Bo. I've jeopardized whatever this shit-tuation thing we have going on here."

The brunette comprehended the words Tamsin had said after a few seconds, her focus lagging but still understanding. She sat up from the couch, staring intently into the blonde's eyes.

"What if I don't care," Bo eased forward slowly.

"What if I do?" the Valkyrie countered, a half-smile plastered on her face. Her heart squeezed almost painfully when Bo had said that, but didn't want to give in just yet.

Bo closed the distance and kissed the blonde hesitantly, checking to make sure it was okay. Tamsin had almost immediately kissed her back, sliding her tongue across Bo's lip. Access was granted, and she explored the regions of the other woman's tongue and inner mouth. Her hand cupped the succubus's face, stroking ever-so slightly down her jaw-line, the other on her waist. Bo's hands hovered around Tamsin's neck, pulling her closer.

Just as quickly as it started, it stopped. The blonde parted their lips and rested her forehead on the brunette's. Her breathing was a little heavy, and she had to stop before she got too far ahead of herself. Pulling Bo on top of her, the detective stretched out on the couch, the succubus's head resting on her chest. "Now sleep," she ordered, closing her eyes. Bo complied, slipping into a deep, comfortable sleep, loving the fact they were so close together.


"Get out," Tamsin said bluntly.

"What?" the succubus said, rubbing her eyes and sitting up from the couch. It was morning, and she was disoriented, her neck sore from the angle she slept on Tamsin's chest. The blonde's face was hovering over her, trying to use intimidation to get the other woman to leave.

"Oh I'm sorry, let me rephrase that, pretty please get out with a cherry on top?" she said with fake sweetness.

"How about pretty please with a valku-bitch on top?" Bo said seductively, pulling Tamsin onto her once again. She kissed her sweetly, and the detective relished the feeling. It took all of her strength to pull away again.

"There, have a good mid-morning snack? Now please leave, I have to get ready. Now's not the time to do your clingy thing."

"Can I watch you?" Bo said, knowing the answer would most likely be no, but still asking anyways.

Tamsin scrunched up her nose. "Sorry succubabe. I like to shower in peace."

"Alright," Bo said, truly disappointed to be leaving. She waved to the Valkyrie, who returned it with a short nod. Bo shook her head, and stepped out of Tamsin's apartment. As she was walking away from the door, her phone rang. She answered, hearing Kenzi's frantic voice on the other end.

"Yo Bobo? Yeah I think we have a situation down here. I feel like someone's getting killed upstairs right now."


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