Chapter 10

A/N: This chapter was added mostly to give an insight into the kind of person Bo used to be and who she is now, considering all the things she's learned from the Fae.

Bo

Bo pulled up to a bar on the other side of town, subconsciously trying to get as much distance between her and the dead Fae she was pretty sure she killed with her own hands, as possible. As she walked into the dimly lit bar, the smell of stale cigarettes, sweat, and beer instantly flooded her nose. She hated going to places like this, especially considering how shabby and disgusting this bar seemed compared to her bar of choice, the Dal.

She let out a sigh as she approached the bar and ordered a beer. Bo looked around and saw nothing but food. Bars like this were always a good place to find a snack, especially since most of the patrons tended to have considerably lower inhibitions thanks to the alcohol. Her game plan was simple, find a few guys and girls, siphon some Chi from them and continue on her way.

Taking a swig of her cold beer, she decided on a table in a more secluded part of the bar and waited for her prey to come to her. As she stared blankly at the bottle in her hand she couldn't help but remember what life was like before she even knew what she was.

Feeding was always a necessity, even back then she knew that. Her choice of food however, was limited to the scum of society. That was one of the main reasons she spent so much time in crappy, hole in the wall bars like this. Scum loved bars like this and the more she frequented them, the easier it got to spot the trash.

Some days, the realization that she was no better than those she fed on got to her, she would spend days starving herself. Afraid of becoming the monster she already thought she was. But most of the time, she'd convinced herself that she was something of a hero. At least, that was the best way Bo could describe it.

The succubus enjoyed the chase, it was almost as delicious as draining their Chi. Almost. She'd dress as provocatively as she could; maintaining a certain level of class but still looking appealing, and she would saunter into the bar. She loved when she could feel everyone's eyes on her as she ordered a beer or whatever her drink of choice was.

Finding her food for the day was her only real thrill. On so many levels she'd been content to be one with the shadows; trying desperately to keep from drawing any real attention to herself. But when she went out to feed, she was riveted by the attention. Ecstatic to be the center of attention for once, even if it was only for one night a week, and ridding the world of one more bad guy was something of a bonus.

The men and women she took home with her always had a giveaway. All Bo needed to do was look in their eyes, see the way they walked or interacted with others to know that they weren't as innocent as they tried to be. Sometimes, just sometimes, she went and sought out someone. She'd hear through the grapevine about a man or woman who'd done terrible things and the police didn't have the proof to arrest them. Bo would take it upon herself to do what was necessary. Her nature and will to survive had forced to take a life but in doing that, she felt better knowing that at least she was somehow saving a life too. She was saving all the future victims and bringing justice to the previous ones; that was something she could live with.

However, even now, her logic didn't always justify what it took to survive but being in this crap bar, looking at the seemingly uninteresting clientele she couldn't help but notice how much her actions and thought process had changed. She didn't kill anymore and her feeding tended to be limited to the Fae, who could offer her more energy at less of a cost to their lives.

She'd been tempted to go to the Dal early and just feed off a Fae; God knows they were usually pretty willing to offer up some of their Chi, but something in the back of her mind kept telling her to keep the feedings to a minimum, to only take what she needed.

Her intuition had gotten her this far in life, and despite all the things that had been crumbling around her, she wouldn't ignore that feeling.

Before Bo could get anymore lost in her thoughts a young woman, probably about twenty-five, sat down in the chair across from her. The woman had an almost orange complexion; most likely from cheap spray tans, her hair was a bright red and hung loosely around her face. She wasn't gorgeous but she wasn't unattractive either, her blue eyes were locked on Bo's, a small smile playing on her orange face. "I haven't seen ya here before," the woman slurred.

"Because I've never been here before," Bo leaned closer and almost whispered it to the clearly drunk woman before her.

The woman's eyes got wider the closer Bo leaned. "Oh," was all the woman managed to mutter before Bo had their lips pressed together. She made quick work of taking enough Chi to leave the woman alive and functioning before sending her on her merry way back to her table.

Bo could already feel the remnants of pain in her shoulder disappear as the wound healed itself completely. She'd only need to feed from one other person to be at least somewhat satiated, she mused.

Before she could pick out another snack, a scraggly looking man approached her. He had dark brown eyes that looked nearly pitch black. His hair was greasy looking and disheveled and his clothes were covered in soot and grime, not to mention they were littered with holes and tears. One look at the man and Bo could hear the warning bells going off in her head, the tell tale signs of trouble were there. It'd been awhile since she'd purposely lured sociopaths and rapists home and drained them, but the ability to spot them never really left her.

One look in this man's eyes and she knew he was trouble. She remained in her seat as he approached, watching in curiosity as he claimed the seat across from her. She use to hate how they walked with an air of entitlement, but today, she didn't seem to care. "Hey beautiful, you lookin' for a good time?"

It took everything she had not to snort at the ridiculously played out line. If she had a dollar for every time someone used that terrible line on her, she'd probably be a millionaire by now. Bo sighed and decided to play the game she'd long ago abandoned.

"Why? Are you offering?" She purred, smiling wolfishly.

"Sweetheart, by the time I'm done with you, you won't know what hit ya," he rasped as his calloused hand covered hers.

At the contact, Bo withdrew her hand and grabbed her beer and looked him over, "Somehow, I doubt that," she chuckled before taking another drink.

She watched in genuine interest as his eyes grew darker and a faint fire lit behind his eyes. Anger issues, she mused, probably had a rap sheet littered with abuse charges.

Bo knew his type all too well, but the game she was playing was far from over. She left her beer on the table and walked into the bathroom. She washed her hands and stood next to the door, just waiting. '5…4…3…2…1…' she counted down in her mind, and when she hit zero, the door swung open.

The man from her table had busted through the door and once he set eyes on her he slammed her up against the wall. He pinned her hands on either side of her head and looked her dead in the eyes before saying anything. "Maybe I should show you just how good I can be right here and now."

Bo didn't struggle or make any attempt to move, she just raised her eyebrow and spoke, "Like I said earlier, somehow I doubt you're as good as you think you are. You're a little too bland for my taste." Her voice was calm and even, sounding as though she were talking about something completely inconsequential.

She smiled to herself as he did exactly like she thought he would. He pulled her close and slammed her into the wall again, but this time the anger was gone from his face and a menacing smile had replaced it. Noticing the lack of reaction Bo had towards his aggressive behavior he tightened his grip on her hands, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises.

"Is this too bland for ya?" he hissed.

Bo didn't even bother responding, she just laughed in his face. The scene unfolding before her was far from funny, but she wanted to push his buttons.

"Don't you dare laugh at me you bitch! You're in no position to be laughing at me!" He screamed as his face distorted into a mask of pure rage.

"If you think this act is going to scare me into having sex with you, you must be nuts." She laughed again, just as his head collided into hers.

Bo could feel the blood trickling down her forehead, but she didn't care. She had successfully pushed him over the edge and now his true colors were showing. Behavior like this used to mean a justified kill in her mind, but today, she had no intention of killing.

With her hands still pinned, she just smirked at him. "That the best you got?"

His head made contact once more with her head before his hands grabbed her hair and flung her to the floor. She rolled into one of the stalls and pulled herself to her feet, staring blankly at the man quickly approaching her.

His fist swung back and rocketed towards her face but she had already anticipated that move. Bo leaned to the right and pulled her knee back and into his chest. While he staggered back she landed another swift kick to his chest. Bo watched as he fell to the ground on his knees, one hand firmly planted on the ground, the other cradling his ribs.

Looking at him, she didn't even feel the need to feed of off him. She turned towards the door and started to leave when she felt her hair yanked backwards. She staggered for a moment, trying to keep from falling backwards, but before she could steady herself, his fist made contact with her face.

Bo heard the loud Crack of a broken nose and felt the blood pouring down her face. She rolled her eyes and ignored the instant surge of pain as another hand propelled itself into her face. Bo flung her hand back and got a punch in before his leg got her in the ribs.

She let out a hiss of pain as his leg swung back to kick her in the same spot; instinctively her hand grabbed his leg and swung him into the wall. She looked in the mirror and snapped her nose back into place before kneeling down next to the man.

Bo placed her hands on his face and took his Chi, she felt it flow into her body; repairing her fractured ribs, mending her broken nose, filling in the gashes on her forehead and cheek. She took until his pulse was thready and he only had enough life force to survive.

Bo wiped up the blood on face and slipped out of the restroom unnoticed and left the bar. She checked her phone, it was 5:30; she still had an hour and a half before Dyson showed up at the Dal to talk to her. Considering she still needed to find out if anyone had information on Kara, she sighed and headed off to her next destination.