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Heritage III: Chapter 12
London, Catherine McKenna's penthouse
Catherine glanced up from her laptop to her phone as the screen lit up with a number she recognized.
"Esther" Catherine said picking up her phone "Thank you for returning my call." The Obscura listened intently to what the woman on the other line was saying and nodded her head a few times in the conversation. The room was dark save for the light from the city that was filtering in through the large windows of Catherine's apartment.
"I wouldn't be asking if this wasn't necessary, Esther." Catherine said calmly.
"This is your great grandniece we are talking about." The CEO said after a few moments of silence, her voice laced with restrained frustration " I agree that these are things that should not be discussed over the phone" Catherine listened again and nodded her head.
"I understand, and I can assure you that no one will know of your involvement."
"If I call now, I can board my plane in under an hour." Catherine said looking at her watch.
"Thank you again." Catherine said before ending the call.
Oxford, Lauren's apartment
Lauren's eyes were still wide looking at Bo's finger when her phone rang. It was Melissa.
"I have to take this." "She might want to come over." Lauren said.
Bo scowled, but disentangled herself from Lauren's embrace.
Bo turned away from Lauren when she heard the blonde speak to Melissa. Although Bo knew Lauren's reconciliatory tone was fake, the brunette couldn't help her eyes from flaring, and she let out a low scowl. If she thought her jealousy had been bad before, it was now spiking to new levels, and Bo was powerless to turn her eyes back to their usual dark brown. Lauren's phone conversation with the lawyer wasn't registering anymore, and when Lauren called out her name she didn't hear it until Lauren grabbed her elbow and made her look at her. The woman had already gotten dressed again.
Lauren saw Bo's eyes and took a step back. The fear in Lauren's eyes made Bo want to run, she couldn't blame her, the rage inside her was still swirling. It wasn't meant for Lauren, it wasn't directed at the world, it was an all-consuming hate for the lawyer that spiked and fueled the eyes. None the less, it freaked Bo out too, and the last thing she wanted was to hurt Lauren, even unintentionally, so the brunette grabbed her jacket and bolted for the door.
"Bo!" Lauren yelled.
Bo turned around "I can't." With eyes closed Bo shook her head and spat "When I think of her hurting you, or having her hands on you..." Bo opened her eyes and when she did they shot what looked like white blue sparks, that changed into a lighter blue. "I want to kill her, Lauren" Bo said deadly serious. "I would kill her if..."
"Honey." Lauren crossed the room and grabbed Bo's wrists. "Focus on me." "I'm right here."
Bo blinked, her eyes still firing light blue, but intermittent brown returning.
"I love you." "I need you to come back to me." "I need you here."
Slowly brown replaced blue again, and Bo snapped out of her trance.
"What the hell is happening to me?" Bo asked.
"I don't know, honey." Lauren said calmly, but Bo saw Lauren's lip pull tensely, a sign she was frustrated. "But, I'm going to find out." "Roll up your sleeve for me, please?" Lauren said set on finally taking those blood samples from Bo she needed.
Bo raised her brow "Somehow I thought I was here for a different type of physical."
Lauren chuckled and then moved from the living room to her office and came back with a small medical kit "I think your grandmother might know more." Lauren said thoughtfully.
Bo raised an eyebrow. "Catherine?" "What does Catherine have to do with our sex life?"
"Bo." "Please don't phrase it like that" Lauren said unevenly. The thought of Catherine and sex in one sentence was too much for Lauren to stomach.
Bo grinned. "What does Catherine have to do with the orange glow and my jealousy spiraling out of control, the healing and the light blue eyes?" The brunette made eye-contact with her stunning doctor. "Better?"
"Much better" Lauren smiled before answering Bo's question. "Seeing as this started before we came to England, it's obvious that whatever is happening has something to do with your Succubus powers" Lauren said while she grabbed a cotton swob and dipped it into the desinfectant. "You told me they've felt 'off the fritz' before, right?"
"Yes." Bo confirmed. The Obscura had almost forgotten the extra sensory capacities she had seemingly developed prior to their arrival to England. "But why would it be surfacing now, I'm not a Succubus." "I mean, those powers, they're gone, I can feel that...I feel completely different, I am different."
"Your Succubus genes are suppressed, honey." "And obviously, only partly" "They're not 'gone.'" Lauren said matter of factly thinking of Bo's blueish eyes and the way the brunette's finger had healed. "It wouldn't be the first time you're doing things you shouldn't be able to do." Lauren said with a small smile looking at Bo, which caused the Obscura to smile back.
"My eidetic memory doesn't allow me to forget anything I've ever read in the dark and light archives, and I've never read anything similar to what is happening now." "But Bo." Lauren said looking straight at the Obscura "If there is one thing about the Fae that I have learned over the years, and that has become even more evident in recent days, it's that they still hold a lot of secrets." "There are rituals, habits, protocols, traditions, life 'events'..specific to each species and each family that you will not find contained in any lore that is publicly available." "Catherine had a Succubus as a daughter-in-law for a couple of centuries." "It makes sense that she would know more, or at least that she would know where to start looking."
Bo nodded agreeing.
"Also, there was something about the look she gave me when I lost my temper talking to her the other night."
"You lost your cool with gran?" Bo asked surprised and mildly impressed.
"It's not just you, honey." Lauren offered while she wiped the cotton swob over the inside of Bo's elbow."It's happening to you too?" Bo asked with a worried look.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say I was pregnant." Lauren said as she drew a small amount of blood, and then transferred it to a small vial she took from the table." "Of course, I know that's quite simply out of the question, and you're .."
"Pregnant?" Bo froze at the thought, then slowly as the possibility took hold in her mind, she surprised herself by half smiling.
"I have been exhibiting fiercely protective behavior resulting in aggressive outbursts and barely controllable bouts of jealousy." " Pregnant women experience increased levels of estrogen, which then in turn manifests in their behavi..." Lauren explained putting the vial of blood away in her medical kit.
"Geek speak." Bo interrupted biting her lip.
"I've also been dreaming about you..." Lauren said looking away from Bo a little awkwardly.
Bo raised a brow looking at her doctor.
"Rather vividly, and eh...explicitly." Lauren said seeing a cocky grin emerging from Bo's features.
"A sex dream, doctor?" Bo said her attention more than piqued. "Do tell." Bo said eagerly.
"More than one." Lauren admitted closing her eyes briefly and blushing slightly suddenly feeling like a silly teenager under Bo's predatory gaze.
Keeping their eyes locked Bo stepped into Lauren and leaned into the blonde's neck."I would hope so, Dr. Lewis." Bo's voice had switched to that sultry tone Lauren liked so much, that tone that always held so much promise and delievered at an exceptional 100% rate. Bo's proximity and the soft caress of her breath in Lauren's neck caused the doctor's skin to erupt in goosebumps. "I've been dreaming about you too." Bo whispered as the Obscura wrapped an arm around the blonde and delved into the exquisite soft skin of Lauren's neck.
"Not...not that I've never dreamt of you be...before..." Lauren said barely able to keep a conscious thought going..."But, it's been at...at" "Gods, Bo" Lauren moaned as Bo nipped in her neck and her fingers traced Lauren's back. "...at an alarming frequency."
"You've been haunting my dreams, Lauren." "With your scent..." Bo breathed in deeply. Even through the layers of the doctor's clothes she could smell Lauren'svanilla body wash, her shampoo, and the sweet scent of the perfume she wore mixed in with the addictive scent of the doctor's growing arousal. It was a smell so uniquely Lauren that it derailed all of Bo's thoughts but those of the close and intimate kind."...and your taste..." Bo purred feeling that last sliver of restraint slip away so easily again as her thoughts got ahead of her. Bo was used to being horny around Lauren, but she was also used to having a much better grip on her libido. Years of constant sexual hunger had taught Bo to build restraint and control, but that control was now nowhere near the level she had so carefully honed it. In fact, it was non-existant, and Bo wasn't even thinking about control or the fact that it was gone.
"Bo." Lauren moaned seeking out Bo's mouth, and flicking her tongue almost immediately over the Obscura's lips. "I need to feel you." Lauren said her libido already out of control again and her eager hands working fast with a delicious destination in mind.
"I'm so wet for you, Lauren." Bo cooed over Lauren's ear as the Obscura's lips and tongue were again tracing bold kisses in Lauren's neck.
"Damn!" Lauren exclaimed almost coming again just from Bo's words, and a brush of the brunette's fingers over Lauren's breast. Lauren's fingers were working Bo's buttons when she suddenly dropped her hands and broke away from the brunette.
"Gods!" Lauren exclaimed frustrated. "We can't Bo!"
"Wha?" "What?" Bo asked incredulously looking at Lauren "Why not?"
"We can't have sex again before we figure this out!"
"What?" "You're kidding, right?" Bo said, a scowl on her face.
Lauren shook her head. "No." "It's obvious we are suffering from some sort of overstimulation of the pleasure centers of the brain resulting in the release of dopamin, and highly suggestive imagery ..." Lauren closed her eyes and swallowed fighting back the images in her head that had Bo moaning, and writhing under her in one delicious slippery mess. "..imagery of a sexual nature and physical responses." "Elevated pulse, heartrate, flushed skin, stimulation of the genitalia,.."
"The geek speak isn't helping, doctor." Bo groaned.
"Sorry." Lauren offered, and fanned herself. "I need a cold shower."
"It's wrong for me to suggest I take it with you...right?"
30 minutes later
"And you're sure we can't..." Bo asked looking up at her girlfriend who was sitting at the opposite edge of the couch.
"We can't." Lauren confirmed grumpily.
"I mean maybe just a little bit of hanky panky?" Bo asked, and then caught Lauren's dismissive look staring back at her. "No." "Of course." Bo said shaking her head, sitting back down on her end of the couch and tucking her hands away under her legs. "We can't."
Bo and Lauren had tried snuggling together after agreeing that they couldn't sleep with one another, but after a few minutes Bo's fingers had started lazily tracing over Lauren's stomach. One thing had led to another and before Bo knew it, Lauren had been sitting on top of her lap grinding down on her. The Obscura had only been seconds away from taking the next step, before a flash of clarity and levelheadedness had snapped the Obscura out of her sex haze long enough to push the doctor from her lap. It had taken Lauren quite a couple of cursewords and a whole lot of heavy breathing and panting to finally agree with Bo that the Obscura had done the right thing.
"Maybe you should try calling Catherine?" Lauren suggested sitting on one end of the couch.
Bo nodded and reached for her phone, eager for anything and everything that could distract her from her guttered mind, but about a minute later she pocketed the phone again. "It goes straight to voice mail."
"Damnit!" Lauren said again. Bo had never heard the blonde curse as much as she had in the last 30 minutes. It was obvious the blonde was wrestling with her libido as much as Bo was.
"Maybe I should just go?" Bo said. "I mean..." "I'm driving myself nuts sitting here not being able to touch you."
"I'm curious..." "Does it feel like this when you're 'hungry'?" Lauren asked.
"My inner beast, you mean?" Bo asked a touch too scathingly for Lauren's liking. "I suppose." she offered. "In ways." Bo inhaled. "When my Succubus desires 'food', I'm just horny." "But that's for no one in particular..." "Although I suppose she is picky." "She senses power, so the more powerful the Fae, the better." "When I'm low on energy and it gets really bad, I'm just hungry for Chi." "Like a starving animal really." "I'm not hungry now, but the pull to be with you is..." Bo let her words and thoughts trail.
"Overpowering, overwhelming." Lauren finished.
"Yeah." Bo nodded her head.
"You know you're not an animal, right?"
"I'm not." Bo conceded. "She on the other hand..."
"I've never heard you refer to your Succubus as a she." Lauren remarked, her mind immediately whirling back to the conversation she had had with Catherine on the changes in Bo's neural pathways.
"It's easier to do now that she's 'supressed' like you say."
"In a weird way I feel like Jane and Michael in that scene from Mary Poppins."Lauren said turning her head to look at Bo at the other end of the couch.
"Not what I was expecting you'd say." Bo smiled back.
"You know when they go visit the uncle and they can't stop laughing."
Bo grinned nodding her head understanding what Lauren was saying. It felt as if their brains had been hijacked by 'sex' and they just couldn't think of anything else. "And they're floating up against the ceiling, and can't get down."
"I loved that movie as a child." Lauren said, her eyes lighting up with youthful enthusiasm. "I loved science, but to think or imagine there was someone out there like Mary Poppins who could fly, who could take you to places as wonderous as in the movie."
"I still feel that way about the Fae world sometimes." "Only a couple of months back, I didn't know vampires really existed, or MI9, or sprites."
"You're my Mary Poppins." Lauren said smiling shyly, but Bo could tell the doctor was serious.
"I don't have a British accent, I can't sing for the life of me and my parenting skills are non-existant." Bo offered with a soft smile.
"You're what makes me believe in magic." "Not because you are a Succubus or an Obscura or something in between, but because of how deeply in love I am with you"
"Lauren..." Bo said tilting her head and looking towards her girlfriend touched by her words.
"That's the thing with science." "It falls short when it comes to explaining love." "I can name the chemicals that are released in my brain that trigger my body's responses..., but I can't tell you why my chemistry responds to you as it does." "The state I am in right now." "We are in right now." Lauren corrected herself "It's about more than just physicality and it's because of how much I love you." "I want to surrender myself to you, expose myself, give..."
"Give yourself to me and let you know me completely." Bo finished Lauren's sentence. "That's how I feel too." she said with a small smile as she blinked away her tears. The two women stared at each other and then laughed.
"Good gods." Bo laughed "I've missed you, Dr. Lewis."
Lauren nodded reaching out for Bo's hand and intertwining their fingers.
"And now that I'm finally able to pull my mind out of the gutter for a bit..." "What did Melissa want?" Bo asked.
"To apologize."
"Hmm." Bo huffed.
"She wants to take me to Paris this weekend and make up for her behavior."
"Jeezes, that woman has some nerve."
"Bo..." Lauren squeezing Bo's hand.
"I know." Bo said. "But gods!" "That woman is abusive Lauren." "Worse than that, she's a killer." "And the thought of you being alone with her, you getting hurt..."
"You'll be there." Lauren said calmly. "I know you'll be there every step of the way." "You'll keep me safe."
Bo inhaled deeply, and relented. "Okay, fine." "If she's taking you abroad that means she'll have the USB drive with her, she won't risk leaving it in here." "It's the best chance we've got." "Let's just get this wrapped up, so you never have to see that woman again." Bo said reaching for her phone and trying to reach Catherine again. There were now two pressing matters she needed to discuss with the older Obscura.
Catherine McKenna's private jet, somewhere above Russia
Catherine McKenna frowned as she poured herself a generous scotch and sat back in the leather cushions of the X10 Phantom, McKenna Consolidated newest private jet that was still being developed. Now that she had reception again, Catherine turned her cell phone on. There were a dozen missed calls from her great granddaughter. It only took a couple of rings before Bo picked up on the other.
"Gran?"
"Isabeau"
"You're okay?"
"Your grandmother is always 'okay'" Catherine smiled at the worried tone in Bo's voice "I apologize for being unreachable, the airport has the worst reception."
"It's fine" "Sorry for calling so late." Bo said quickly.
"I hardly sleep, Isabeau" "You know this." "What is going on?"
"There's been a development with Marks..." Bo said and explained what had happened at the pub and that Melissa Marks was taking Lauren to Paris with her.
"Good work, Isabeau" Catherine said after Bo had explained their plans to the CEO. "I will be there to provide back-up" "However, I have to urge you to use moderation in your powers, we don't want a repeat of what happened at Abigail's house."
"You have met my awesome girlfriend, right?" Bo quipped and winked at Lauren with a smile. "Best doctor in the world."
"That doesn't give you leeway to take unnecessary risks, Isabeau."
"I'll be careful." Bo said, and then switched to the other topic at hand suddenly feeling a lot less comfortable. "Gran" "I eh.." "There's something else I, we need to ask you about..."We..." "Eh" "Well..."
"Yes?"
"Look,..." Bo closed her eyes, then looked up at Lauren pleading for her to take over the conversation, but the doctor's eyes went wide at the suggestion and she shook her head 'no' vigorously.
"Eh." "Something is up with me and eh Lauren and we were wondering if..."
"Something?" "You're going to have to be more specific than that, Isabeau."
"It's eh.. of a private nature, but..."
"Ah" Catherine said understanding. "Is this related to Lauren's jealous outburst?"
"Yes!" Bo said relieved her grandmother had found a gracious way of broaching the topic. "There's been an orange glow after...well what I used to need to sustain myself and now we are both eh...using Lauren's words here 'exhibiting signs of jealousy and territorialism" Bo cringed at herself. She'd been a damn Succubus her whole life and she couldn't get the word 'sex' out of her mouth because she was talking to her grandmother? Bo dabbed at her forehead feeling sweaty and caught Lauren giving her the thumbs up on how she was handling the conversation. "We thought that maybe you'd know more about that seeing as..."
"Isabeau, put me on speaker." Catherine cut in. "I take it Dr. Lewis is with you?"
"Yes." "She is." Bo said looking up at her girlfriend. "Hold on." Bo pressed the phone to her shoulder and whispered to Lauren "She wants me to put her on speaker."
"What?" Lauren squeeked. "I don't want to talk about our sex life with your grandmother." Lauren whispered back mortified.
"Babe." "We need to figure out what's going on..." "You were the one who suggested we call!" Bo hissed.
Lauren cursed under her breath and then nodded her head relenting. "Fine" Bo put her phone on the table and Lauren took her seat on the sofa again.
"You're on, gran." Bo said to her grandmother.
"Dr. Lewis?" Catherine's voice rang out.
"Yes"..Lauren's voice squeeked a little too high, but the doctor recovered, and like a pro she switched into doctor mode. "Yes, Catherine" "I'm here too."
"Good, now, before you tell me exactly what happened" "Can I please impress on you not to bed my granddaughter until we figure out what is going on?" Catherine said pulling out her Alan Rickman voice again that had Lauren feeling she was being berated like a teenage boy by a protective father who was looking out for the virtue of his precious daughter "Seeing as she is no longer a Succubus, I trust you can resist her, Dr Lewis."
"Actually" Lauren said. "That seems to be a recently developed issue" Lauren said and then explained what had been happening between the pair; from Bo's perceived flare up of her powers and the first time the orange glow had traveled their skins to their latest physical encounter, Bo's healing powers and their current issues with control.
"I see." Catherine said at the end of Lauren's explanation.
"Do you?" Bo said hopeful. "Because, we're stumped."
"You were right to contact me, Lauren." Bo's grandmother said. "I am actually on route to talk to your great aunt Esther, Isabeau" "She was your grandmother Isabeau's sister and, also a Succubus." "I hope to return with answers soon."
"I've taken a sample of Bo's blood, I'll take my own as well and send it in to the Evony's lab in London." Lauren added. "We'll know more in a couple of days"
"Excellent" "It will be good to tackle this problem from different angles." "We'll see each other in a couple of days." Catherine said and then ended the call. Catherine put her phone away and opened up the laptop in front of her. Answering her mails, Catherine worked for another hour or two during the flight. When they were about to land, a new mail from Peter McEntire came in and Catherine clicked it.
"The board has requested a meeting with you on Friday at 11am" "There are some pressing issues they would like to address"
-Peter
Catherine closed her laptop as the Captain announced through the intercom that they were about to land, and any and all electrical devices needed to be switched off. She exhaled. The last thing she needed right now was another one of Peter's attempts to discredit her with the boardmembers. The timing of it was particularly unfortunate as she had wanted to be in Paris by that time. Disregarding the Captain's advice, Catherine made one final, quick call to Harry Thompson and then prepared for landing.
Oxford, Lauren's apartment
"I have to go" Bo said to her girlfriend reluctantly pulling away from reading a text she'd gotten from Mason.
"Babe, we can control ourselves, and Melissa isn't coming back tonight." Lauren offered.
"It's not that." Bo said smiling lightly. "I need to help Mason with damage control." "I ran out of the pub after you half-cocked." "And If I don't do some 'memory' adjusting, Melissa and god knows whoever else saw my eyes flash white is going to cause trouble."
"Bo, changing someone's memory will take a lot out of you." Lauren said seriously.
Bo nodded. "Yes." "Luckily, Mason is a Dionysus Sprite."
"The god of partying, debauchery and alcohol." "That explains a lot, actually" Lauren said with a light smile that automatically graced her features when puzzle pieces fitted together. "Let me guess, he can make people forget?"
"Better than twenty shots of Patron, and a sledgehammer." Bo winked and lightly pecked Lauren on the lips leaving her for the night.
Oxford, Jeremy Richards' house
He pulled on his white gloves as he stood outside Jeremy Richards' Victorian manor house and waited patiently. The night had that crisp feeling he enjoyed;it was clear, the moon wasn't full, but bright enough to see people coming and going, and dark enough for those that knew how to stay to the shadows as he did. The location was to his liking as well; secluded, no direct neighbors and a few trees at the back end of the garden that didn't obstruct his view of the house and gave him a good hiding place. He had waited outside around for the last light in the house to dim down and had then waited an extra hour to make sure everyone was sound asleep and wouldn't notice him entering the house.
Unlike some of the people he worked with it wasn't that he hated humans or loathed them. They were simply the lesser species, and he felt about as guilty killing a human as a human would killing a bug. It's why he was as good at his job as he was. The fanatics that surrounded him were always too eager to evoke pain, torture and torment in their victims. It was too personal for them, as if they needed to prove a point to the humans and their anger often made them slip up. That never happened to him. He was meticulous, planned out every detail to a fault. He had no qualms about interacting with humans, it's why he had blended in at university and MI9 as seemlessly as he had, he even engaged with humans for their mutual pleasure.
Of course, sometimes sex between a human and a Fae was a bit rougher, and they were fragile creatures, they bruised easily. Throughout the years, there had been some casualties. Those casualties had been regrettable, a slip-up of his still youthful self, a testament perhaps to the less restrained part of his psyche. Regrettable, because once used for pleasure, the human bodies became a problem that needed to be taken care of, they needed to be made to blend into the hundred of thousands of other missing persons, unsolved murders or tragic accidents the human world had on its conto.
It was through his first youthful indescretions that he had met the people, the Priory he was now closely associated with. They had made his problem disappear, and all they had asked for in return was to assist with a next clean-up. If they hadn't asked, then he would have gladly volunteered. He'd been fascinated by this world of problem fixers, and it hadn't taken long before the problem fixers had noticed his talent and had honed and developed it for their sinister purposes.
His skills had become so refined that it had allowed him to branch out and become a freelancer, a very successful freelancer. Still, he continued to be beholden to the group that had first recruited him, and he was always eager to carry out the Priory's contracts. Given his specialty and expertise, he was given the more challenging assignments; deep undercover missions that required him to blend in and exercise patience, that required him to play a role to perfection so that he could get close to the people he'd eventually have to kill.
Of course, this latest mission had differed from his routine. He'd been sent to keep an eye on Jeremy Richards, the man he was here to kill, the vice-chancellor who had knowledge of the Fae, but who was too corruptable to be trusted with the type of information he was privy to. The parameters of his mission at first had revealed nothing out of the ordinary, but the arrival of one Isabeau McCorrigan at Oxford University and MI9 had changed all of that.
He had heard rumours before of the unaligned Succubus and the human doctor who had engaged in an elicit affair, he knew the rumors that circulated about the doctor's formula, and about the Succubus' seemingly unlimited power. The Priory had been in uproar about their political moves to abandon slavery, and the doctor's decision to unalign. As a result, despite her Fae status, both the Succubus and the doctor had been declared an enemy of the Fae, and the Priory had issued orders to kill the Succubus on sight and to apprehend and restrain the doctor. The Priory too understood the worth and value of the doctor's formula.
Never had he imagined that the unaligned Succubus and the unaligned doctor would end up on his proverbial doorstep. No one had seemingly heard or seen either Succubus Bo Dennis or Dr. Lauren Lewis after the assasination attempt on their lives. There had been no trace of them, and no one was seemingly able to produce either a picture or any other form of visual record of their existence. All anyone had to go on were their descriptions: a dark haired Succubus and a blonde doctor. Someone, some organisation had been able to effectively make them disappear, a remarkable feat given the digital world modern life had created. Who that someone was he did not know. He could perhaps think of a few candidates, but his guesses were purely speculative. He was good at his job, extremely talented, but he was also still too low on the ranks of the Priory to have access to the type of information that would allow him to know. Yet, the Priory did not disappoint, and earlier on he'd received a picture and an order to kill.
Although a public figure and a useful pawn, it was deemed that Jeremy Richards had become too much of a liability and he needed to be taken care of. He was eager to do so as his hands had been itching with inactivity. The picture was a bonus, an unsuspected exciting turn of events, and it had completely changed his mission parameters. He was now part of perhaps the greatest operation against the current political tide of change. The picture showed the elusive Bo Dennis, and he immediately recognized her as a slightly older version of Isabeau McCorrigan. After tonight's display at the bar, he had little doubt that the blonde Dr. Birkenbaum was in fact Dr. Lauren Lewis. It had not escaped his attention that if he carried out his hit of Richards smoothly as was his custom, he stood a good chance at getting a shot at taking out the Unaligned Succubus and the doctor, and that thought appealed to him greatly.
Subtle and explainable was key the fixers had taught him. Make a murder look like a tragic accident and questions would soon die down.
The old heating system was a prime candidate for an accident in Jeremy Richards' house. It was due to be replaced next week, and although there was nothing wrong with the system right now, that state was easily mended. Carbon dioxide was the type of killer he saw himself as: silent, stealthy, and even merciful. Jeremy Richards wasn't expected back at the university until Monday and he was on his shadowing duties tomorrow. The humans would be looking at the age of the system and see the small short-circuit he would cause with just the tips of his fingers. They would never expect foul play, simply a sad tragedy.
It was perfect, and he thoroughly enjoyed perfection.
When he had done what he needed to do, he casually walked away from the house. He looked at his clock, it was 3am, and he was feeling peckish. Perhaps he could go grab a midnight snack somewhere.
So...with Catherine off to Russia to speak to Bo's greataunt, we are finally getting closer to some answers for our pair. This was a bit of a filler chapter for when the story picks up again in full swing in the next chapter, I also needed it to introduce my new villain. You guys probably already know who it is...:-)
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Thanks everyone (Joan, guests, JCM, Shomed, BlondyRS,...!) for your patience! I know first hand how annoying it is to wait for a story to continue, hopefully I'm making up for that by giving you extra chapters ;-) Also thank you for everyone who loved/liked the previous chapter! A confrontation between Melissa and Bo and a physical reunion between Bo and Lauren was long overdue, so I am ecstatic that you guys loved it as much as you did! :-)
JCM: Lauren has finally taken Bo's blood, so answers will be forthcoming. Of course they need to sort out the Melissa mess first! Xena was an awesome show, I'm still hoping that one day they'll make that remake they promised us where they don't need to hide their love for one another under an avalanche of innuendo. Then again, no one can top Lucy Lawless and Renee O'Connor, sadly! As for introducing more ancient Greek Gods in the mix... I agree :)
Guest: "Never lay a hand on her again" Did idd mean never touch her again in any physical form. As you've seen from Bo and Lauren also in above chapter, they've basically had it with other people touching their respective girlfriends ;-)
Guest: Thank you for liking the 'reunion' scene. Seeing as I glossed over Bo becoming human, I wanted to let her struggle with it come out finally in the moment she was reunited with Lauren.
Frenchi and Guest: I think they should have babies too ;-)
