A/N: More dialogue ahead and hopefully a few more questions will be answered. I'm making up and changing a lot of mythology/Lost Girl history with this story too which I hope is not annoying anyone.

Sorry this one is also short, guys! And I don't know what's been going on with me... daily updates? Better enjoy it while it lasts, I suppose ;)

Tamsin walked out of the bathroom into the Dal, her mind racing, her emotions a mess. Noticing Trick, Dyson and Kenzi seated at a table in the back of the Dal she quickly headed over to them, self-consciously fixing her hair as she went.

As she reached them Dyson turned to look at her. There was a strange expression on his face that made her pause before she could go to sit down at the table. She stood there, awkwardly, as both Trick and Kenzi turned to look at her too. No one said a word. A strange and uneasy silence fell over them.

Tamsin heard footsteps as Bo walked up behind her. She walked past Tamsin, dropping a lace bra onto the table in front of the others.

"You forgot your bra." Bo said, smirking slightly, before taking a seat next to Kenzi.

Tamsin grabbed her bra off the table, glaring at Bo, before shoving it into the back pocket of her jeans.

Kenzi sucked her bottom lip into her mouth in an attempt to control her grin while Dyson and Trick stared, their eyes flicking back between Bo and Tamsin, confused.

"Tamsin-" Dyson began to say, but Tamsin quickly spoke over him.

"It's not what you think, Dyson."

Dyson stopped talking to stare up at her.

"What?" The question left both of them at the same time.

Trick held up his hands. "Ok, one at a time." He turned to Tamsin, watching her carefully. "Does this look familiar to you?"

For the first time Tamsin noticed there was an empty wine glass sitting on the table. Her stomach dropped. She knew that wine glass; it was Bo's, the same one she had used to drug the succubus.

"Shit." Tamsin swore quietly under her breath.

Bo leaned over to pick the wine glass up. "Of course it does. But she won't tell you. Or if she does, she'll mean the opposite of whatever she says. Right, Tamsin?"

"Is anyone else really confused right now? No? Just me?" Kenzi asked, staring between Bo and Tamsin.

"Tamsin, take a seat." Trick said.

Tamsin ignored him, continuing to stand by the table, her arms folded in front of her defensively.

"Or not." Trick sighed. "This wine glass was at Bo's place."

Bo raised her hand in the air. "That's because it's mine."

Trick kept talking. "Dyson smelled a strange scent on it so I ran a few tests to see if it had been exposed to magic. It had been; a nullify potion to be exact. But I suspect you already know this."

Tamsin clenched her jaw. "And why would you think that?"

"Because I caught your scent at Bo's house." Dyson cut in. "I also smelled you at the crime scene of a dead druid; a druid who would have had to have made that nullify potion for you. And because Trick saw you follow Bo out of the Dal earlier tonight, right before she went missing. It wasn't hard to put the pieces together, Tamsin."

"Quick, Tamsin. You better explain yourself." Bo looked up at her, a smile playing around her lips.

Tamsin looked down at Bo. Her mouth opened but no words came out.

Bo shrugged before leaning forward and placing the wine glass back onto the table. "Let's see; Tamsin drugged me, stripped me of my succubus powers-"

"Temporarily." Tamsin interjected quickly.

"-kidnapped me and then planned to deliver me to her big bad boss who also happens to be my father." She looked up at Tamsin. "Did I miss anything?"

Tamsin stared back at Bo, shocked. "Bo, what are you doing?"

Bo shrugged, an unreadable expression on her face. "I figured you didn't want to explain everything all over again, so I helped."

Kenzi's jaw dropped. "Bo's father? Oh, this is getting messy."

"It's him, isn't it? The Wanderer." Trick asked, looking at Tamsin intently.

"Yes," Tamsin breathed out the word, not even pausing to ask Trick how he knew.

"He wants Bo and you were to deliver her to him?" Trick asked.

"Yes," Tamsin said again, like a broken record. "She was my mark."

Immediately, Dyson stood up from his seat, his fists clenched and eyes narrowed as he stared Tamsin down.

"Why?" Trick asked, his voice hard.

"Why does he want Bo or why do I work for him?" Tamsin asked, still standing, her eyes locked on Dyson.

"Both." Trick said, his voice clipped.

Tamsin sighed. "I don't know what he wants with Bo but I don't think it is anything good."

Bo rolled her eyes at her from her seat next to Kenzi.

Trick nodded. "It never is, not with him. And my second question? Why would you work for a fae like this? What does he have on you?"

Tamsin swallowed nervously. "It's not my choice, trust me."

"Of course it isn't." Bo said loudly. "She's been 'cursed' apparently. Or that could just be another lie, who knows?"

"Damn it, Bo! I'm not lying!" Tamsin said angrily, her voice rising.

Dyson's chest rumbled loudly as he growled. Tamsin's eyes snapped back to him and she tensed, waiting to defend herself if need be.

"Ok, can we just back this shit up for a moment? Who the hell is the Wanderer? What does he want with my best friend?" Kenzi leaned forward, placing her hands on the table.

"Kenzi's right; everyone calm down." Trick held out his hand to Dyson, gesturing for him to take a seat. Slowly the wolf sank back down onto his seat, his eyes never leaving Tamsin.

"Tamsin?" Trick looked at her, gesturing for her to also take a seat.

She shook her head. "I'd rather stand."

"I'd rather that too." Dyson said firmly.

Tamsin looked at Dyson. She knew he was restraining his wolf out of respect for her, giving her a chance to explain herself. She was grateful for it. She also knew he had every right to be angry at her, to lash out at her and have his wolf tear out her throat. She had betrayed him, she had betrayed all of them.

Trick sighed, putting his head in his hands. After a moment, he looked back up. He grabbed something lying under his chair before slamming it down on the table in front of him. It was an old dusty book with strange runes covering the front. "The Wanderer." Trick said, as way of explanation.

Dyson finally looked away from Tamsin. "This is Bo's father? Who is he? Why have I never heard of him before?" He asked Trick.

Trick smiled. "Because that's exactly what he wants; anonymity. He is one of the First, Dyson. I trust you've heard of them?"

Dyson nodded slowly, his eyes wide. "I thought they were all dead."

"Unfortunately not."

"This may be one of the dumbest questions to ever leave my mouth, but who are the First? I mean, a name can't be that straightforward, can it?" Kenzi asked, staring at the book in front of Trick.

"They are the first of the fae, Kenzi. They are very old and extremely powerful. Most of them are dead." Trick explained to the young woman gently.

"And it is. Figures." Kenzi muttered to herself before leaning back in her chair.

Trick flipped open the book in front of him, landing on a page covered in strange cursive writing accompanied by a picture of a figure wearing a black cloak and hat with a walking stick in one hand; the Wanderer.

"The Wanderer has become nothing more than legend to the rest of the fae; a tale warning us of what happens when we dig too deep, becoming too driven and consumed by power and greed. But some of us still know the truth, some of us still remember."

"What do you mean 'a warning'?" Dyson asked, his gaze still flicking back to Tamsin, making sure she didn't try to run or move.

"The Wanderer was a fae who always craved more power than he had. He always wanted more. More power, more knowledge, more strength. Legend says that in his search for power he discovered something in the earth, something that should never have been unburied, something the gods themselves hid away." Trick shook his head. "I do not know what it is; even the book does not say. Whatever it was, whatever he found, they say it gave him great power, even power over death, but there was a price to pay. Whatever he found caused him to go mad with hunger. He began to feed off other fae."

Dyson sat up, leaning towards Trick intently. "What is his feeding pattern, exactly?"

"He is a soul eater." Trick said simply. "He strips his feed of their memories, thoughts, powers and their very essence; their soul. He takes everything from them until they are nothing but a shell; a creature whose main desire is to serve him. That is how the draugr are made."

"The draugr were once humans? Fae?" Dyson asked.

Trick nodded.

"I've seen him do it, I've seen him feed. It's what usually happens to the marks we bring him." Tamsin said quietly. "I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy."

Dyson's fists clenched as he stared up at Tamsin. "You bring him people willingly, knowing what will happen to them?"

"I never had a choice, Dyson." Tamsin said, looking down at the ground and away from his accusing stare. She couldn't bring herself to look at any one of them, especially Bo.

Trick looked at her for a moment before continuing. "Feeding off other fae was forbidden, even for the First, even back then. He refused to stop; feeding off fae gave him greater strength than feeding off humans. But his thirst for power didn't stop there. He proclaimed himself king of the fae, began creating an army of draugr. And so for his crimes he was marked for death."

Trick turned a page of the book. His finger hovered over a picture of a battlefield, strewn with bodies and red with blood. "There were many fights but we could not defeat him; he was too powerful. Each fae that fell by his hand was another soldier added to his army; another draugr to fight for him. He was destroying us all. When all seemed lost a blood sage finally ended the destruction by writing in his book of blood. He used his power to change fate by trapping the Wanderer in a prison where he would never be found, another realm that he could never leave. Not killed but hidden away, forever."

"A blood sage?" Dyson stared at Trick. "You?"

Trick smiled. "No, it was not me that wrote in my book of blood. This was before my time. It was another. His name was Raegos."

"And where is this blood sage now?" Dyson asked. "Perhaps he could help us, provide us with information on this Wanderer that we don't yet know?"

Trick shook his head. "He's dead. Every time a blood sage writes in their book of blood they must pay a price. Trapping the Wanderer required a great deal of blood and power. Raegos paid with his life."

Silence fell down on them as they all processed what Trick had told them. Finally, Bo spoke, breaking the silence.

"So this man, he's really my father?"

"I always assumed the dark fae king who captured and held Aife was the one who was your father." Trick turned to look at Tamsin. "You're sure it's the Wanderer? There could be no mistake?"

Tamsin shook her head. "He is adamant Bo is his."

"But how? He has been trapped in his realm for eons. Unless Aife was somehow brought to him?" Trick looked at Tamsin, waiting for an explanation.

"No. Aife remained in the dark fae prison. She never went to the Wanderer's realm."

"Then how?" Trick asked again, confusion lining his face.

Tamsin paused for a moment before answering. "He left his realm. Aife didn't go to him. He went to her."

Trick's eyes widened, the colour draining from his face. "What? He can leave?"

Tamsin nodded slowly.

"How?" Trick asked incredulously. "His fate was changed by blood, he was trapped in his realm indefinitely by the blood sage. How could he possibly leave?"

"She isn't sure." Bo answered for her. "She's only seen him leave twice; both times he looked like someone else and both times it caused him pain, right Tamsin?" Bo looked up at Tamsin for confirmation.

The valkyrie nodded again. "Yes."

"Dear gods." Trick murmured, his face still pale. "Then why is he still in his realm? Why has he not come back?"

Tamsin laughed hollowly. "He doesn't tell me everything, Trick, only what I need to know. But I do know he can't leave his realm forever. He can only do it for a short amount of time before the pain becomes too great."

"Then why send someone for Bo now? What does he want with her?" Dyson asked, staring up at Tamsin as though she held all the answers.

"I don't know." Tamsin said. "He only found out about Bo recently. Ever since he did he's been driven into a frenzy trying to find her."

"Maybe he just wants a family reunion?" Kenzi offered.

Although it was Kenzi that spoke, Trick turned to Bo. "I'm sorry, Bo, but I don't believe that is the case. Nothing good would come of him finding you."

"I know. That's been made abundantly clear to me already." Bo said shortly, her gaze on Tamsin.

Dyson looked up at Tamsin. "I still haven't heard you explain why you would do this, Tamsin. Why you would work for a man like this, help him track Bo down?"

"He's a very dangerous fae, Dyson, and fear is a powerful motivator." Tamsin said quietly.

Dyson raised his eyebrows. "You're afraid of him?"

"And you should be too."

"This curse you spoke of before, do you know how it works? What is it, exactly?" Trick asked Tamsin.

"I'm not sure. It's some sort of binding spell he put on me, linking us together. 'Bound by blood' - his words, not mine."

"Bound by blood?" Trick asked.

Tamsin nodded.

Trick looked at her. "Did you ever see how he did it?"

Tamsin shook her head. "No. I'm sure he's cursed others but I've never been allowed to see how he does it."

Trick frowned, staring back down at the book in front of him. "Even with a talisman to give him the power necessary to create a curse as strong as a binding spell, he would still need someone who had the ability to speak the actual words and invoke the curse; some sort of wizard, perhaps."

"I have heard rumours." Tamsin said slowly. "I have heard of an oracle that the Wanderer keeps locked away that he uses for his own purposes." She shook her head. "But I've never known an oracle to be able to cast spells or curses; the only ability they have is foresight."

Trick nodded before turning to flick a few pages of the book in front of him. It landed on a page with a picture of a man with hair and eyes both as white as snow. "Mimir."

"Mim-what?" Kenzi leaned forward.

"Mimir, the very first of the oracles." Trick explained.

Kenzi shrugged. "Never heard of him."

Trick smiled wryly at her. "I don't expect you would." He turned back to his book. "Mimir is mentioned in many of the same stories as the Wanderer. He disappeared shortly after Raegos trapped the Wanderer in his realm. Perhaps..." Trick's voice trailed off.

"You think Mimir is in the Wanderer's realm? Trapped there, also?" Dyson asked Trick.

"It's a possibility. Mimir is the only oracle I know powerful enough to invoke a binding spell through blood magic."

"But Tamsin said oracles only have foresight?" Bo frowned. "How could he cast spells, too?"

"Mimir is no ordinary oracle." Trick said.

"Let me guess," Bo said, folding her arms in front of her. "He's one of the First, too?"

Trick shook his head. "I'm not sure. Not much is known about Mimir. But if what Tamsin said is true and the Wanderer does have a oracle with him, an oracle that can also invoke curses, then it could be Mimir."

"What now, then?" Bo asked. "Are we going to sit around and see how many draugrs my father can send my way?"

"He's only sent two. Trust me, he has plenty more." Tamsin said.

Trick looked up at Tamsin. "And they were both gotten rid of properly? You made sure they cannot reanimate?"

Tamsin nodded before pausing. "Dyson, you burned the second like I asked, right?"

Dyson nodded. "I handled it, Tamsin."

Tamsin furrowed her brow. "Yes, but you burned it, right?"

Dyson frowned back at her. "No, I didn't. I took it to be examined. I thought if we could dissect it we could learn more about the creatures, learn their weaknesses."

Before anyone could stop her, Tamsin walked around the table and grabbed Dyson by his shirt, dragging him out of his chair. "You what? Where is it? Where?"

Dyson stared at her incredulously. "I took it to Lauren's, she's examining it right now."

Tamsin heard Bo inhale sharply behind her as the succubus whispered Lauren's name.

"You idiot! You stupid idiot!" Tamsin snarled, her face inches from Dyson's.

"What does it matter?" He yelled at her angrily. "It's dead, you killed it! It's not like it can come back from the dead."

"But it can, Dyson! You can put it down with it's own weapon but fire is the only thing that destroys it completely; stops it from reanimating!"

The colour drained from Dyson's face. "What?" He whispered, horrified. "But it's with Lauren, right now."

There was a loud screech as a chair was pushed back and Bo jumped up from her seat, already running towards the front door of the Dal, Lauren's safety the only thing on her mind.

With her hands still gripping Dyson by the shirt, Tamsin turned her head toward Bo's fast retreating back. "Bo, wait!"

Bo didn't stop, didn't acknowledge that she even heard Tamsin's shout. She ran out of the Dal, the door swinging shut behind her.

"Damn it!" Tamsin let go of Dyson and turned to run after Bo.

Tamsin raced outside. The police car they had stolen earlier in the night was gone, and Bo with it. Bo must have left without her. Turning, Tamsin drove her fist into the brick wall of the Dal, ignoring the sharp pain shooting up her arm.

"Shit!" Tamsin swore angrily.

"Tamsin!" Dyson ran up to her. "Where's Bo?"

"She left without me." Tamsin growled, clenching and unclenching her bruised fist.

"Tamsin," Dyson said, looking down at her. "I'm sorry, I didn't understand."

She held up her good hand. "Forget it, Dyson. It doesn't matter. We need to get to Lauren's." She paused, looking at him carefully as an idea hit her. "Is your car here?"

He nodded, understanding immediately. "I'll drive."

A/N: Also, just want to say a quick thanks to all of you as we have gone over 100 reviews! You have no idea how much you all motivate me to write. I definitely appreciate it, so thank you.