Chapter 25:
"Kenzi?..." Bo calls out stopping at Dyson's wide open front door eyeing no sign or forced entry walking in until she sees a body on the floor unmoving running over. "Kenzi! Kenzi?" The succubus frantically yells pulling the goth into her arms checking for wounds finding none shaking her. "Kenzi? Kenzi wake up...Kenzi? Shit...your cold..." Bo's eyes flick from her best friend to a glinting metal examining it closer as panic shifts to anger with her brown eyes lighting up a fiery blue. "Lauren..." The brunette looks back at the fragile human in her arms cupping her chin prying her lips apart transfering some of her chi into Kenzi whose eyelids fly open gasping jumping in Bo's grasp meeting glowing succubus eyes.
"Bo!" She coughs glancing around shaken gathering her wits looking back at the woman still partially holding her. "Bo..." Kenzi watches her friend's eyes calm back to brown.
"Kenzi...what happened? You terrified me I found you unconscious and freaked out." She helped Kenzi slowly to her feet.
"I take it I got succufed?" Bo nodded. "You didnt like have your way with...I'm kidding babe just trying to lighten the mood...cause shits tad fuzzy but what I got you aint gonna like Bo Bo."
"Kenzi...WHAT happened?" Bo repeated.
"I was unleashing all kinds a whoop ass on mr. bag here getting my kicks in and a pair of green eyes popped up on the prowl...tried to throw down her suck skills but got nixed...then it gets reaaaaally blurry Bo...music...fire...falling..."
"Cerra attacked you...that green eyed freak of nature..." Bo struggled to keep the blue from swarming in her eyes taking long deep angered breaths. "Wait...how did she not take from you because I had to pour quite a bit into you so you had to...have...been...Kenzi..." The brunette aligned everything in her mind. "You have the koushang." Kenzi nodded then shook her head praying Bo wouldnt be mad.
"I jacked it a while back Bo just in case we ran into any other succubus psychos and you know I always kept it safe..."
"Kenzi I'm not mad. Actually I'm grateful you have it...you do...have it?"
"Bo...she took it. I had it around my ankle and it was taken off me...and that isnt all...someone else was here. My arms were held at one point to keep me from swinging at the bitch. They werent big arms Bo. I remember that because of how much my wrists were covered and I felt a ring press into my skin...I dont know who, but I'm really sorry Bo Bo...I screwed up major time." Bo shook her head hugging the goth. "Bo?"
"What matters is you're okay but I think I know who helped her." Bo bent down picking up the arm band holding it out to her pal. Kenzi felt a fist clench.
"Oh this shit just got really real if thats who I think it is."
"Yeah. Lets get out of here lock up and head to the Dal. Dyson hasnt picked up his phone its gone straight to voicemail." Kenzi went into the bathroom shutting the door partially changing into jeans and one of her black rock shirts.
"Tamsin?" She asked doing up her eyeliner straightening her hair up even though she was still shaking.
The vixen had left her a serious mess between the frisking and the not so welcome attention. Kenzi loved her Bo for so many reasons but one of the biggest is she never ever forced anything on her, especially her succubus nature. She put so much respect to her it made the goth glow with pride. But Cerra...had crossed a line Kenzi had castles built on, she shattered those and it left her frightened. Bitch was gonna pay for that.
"My sexy valkyrie left her brain on my nightstand...so they are both unreachable for the moment. Until we can, the Dal is safest place." Kenzi came out looking her stylish usual with her hair pulled up.
"Okay succubunny lets hit that sanctuary shit..."
"Hopefully Trick will have a backup for the backup." Bo sighed as they headed out with her tucking the bracelet into her jacket pocket. She hoped to hell that Lauren was just under Cerra's thrall cause if she wasnt...'Oh Lauren...tell me you didnt betray us all...'
"I...am a dead wolf." Dyson frowned realizing he had forgot to charge his phone plugging it in.
"Partner...you're a dead BOYFRIEND...Kenzi is gonna have you sprinkled on her sundae...you didnt miss any calls did y...ooooooooh shit." Dyson raised an eyebrow. "Mine is at the crack shack." The shifter smirked.
"Looks like we will both be additional toppings for them." Dyson hit power on his setting it down to load up. "I guess I should thank you I dont have to face the firing squad alone." Tamsin glared at him unamused as both glanced down at the five missed calls and voicemails, all from Bo.
"That...isnt good." Both grabbed their jackets booking it out of the office as Dyson listened to each of the messages until a text popped up.
"Dal, asap. Your wheels or mine?"
"Mine. Hop in balto..." Tamsin stated firing up her truck as they sped out of the station lot.
"Trrrrrrickster mamas need a dose of medicinal therapy." Kenzi stammered walking up to the bar counter noticing the bar keep with his thoughts deep as the goth tapped the counter knocking him out of his pondering. "Yo gramps you got that oh shit its serious look to you...whats up?" Bo walked over studying her grandfather's stern and concerned expression.
"Trick?" The brunette approached the situation with caution. She had learned from passed encounters dont interefere when Trick had that look. The blood king shook from his worries looking from Kenzi to Bo. Both women seemed rather bothered as he grabbed two glasses pulling out one of his calmer harder liquors. Something told him avoid what would cloud their thoughts and go with a nerve soother.
"Whats going on Bo? You two look like your about to confess to a robbery...what happened?"
"Better pour yourself one too man...we gots issues." Kenzi muttered taking a drink of hers.
Lauren glanced out at the night time city lights admiring the spectacular view from far atop the tower balcony leaning on the wrought iron black railing holding her glass filled with a nice smooth red wine. She flicked her gaze down at the gorgeous yet sexy slit black dress she had been given content to the hospitality relaxed in the penthouse style loft. Cerra had indeed kept to her word and the location offered so much. When the vixen had given her the grand tour and the spacious work area along with the best medical equipment money could buy the flattery was more than appreciated. For once the doctor could fathom an actual future for her skills her gifts and it wasnt just on the professional side either. The way the woman made her feel...adored, appreciated...even worshipped. Lauren didnt feel like some outcast or a worthless human. All her troubles ceased. Hearing the click on the beautiful red toned wood floor she smiled as Cerra approached her holding both a glass of her own and the rest of what was left in the wine bottle stopping beside her in a tight pair of black pants knee high boots and one of her fancier black and burgandy corsets waving her long dark hair glistening in shades of red off her shoulders.
"Is the taste not to your liking my dear?" Lauren smiled bringing the glass to her lips taking a casual sip.
"On the contrary its heavenly...and a good year it seems." Cerra watced the human's subtle reactions, her relaxed movements smiling ominously turning her head away gazing out at the view along with her accomplishment. The doctor had been so easily swayed it had been no challenge at all for the vixen. She had their healer, she had the perfect scapegoat, and even the little unexpected treasure she had aquired from the succubus' human companion. Cerra pondered if perhaps the tiny find may be her ticket to overpowering Kyron. One step at a time. She knew to play her cards extremely close to her chest. The laughter echoed inside of her at how foolish the dark lord's offsping must feel right now. The hurt, the regret the betrayal. Leaving the trinket of the good doctor's planted the seed in the foolish fae's mind and it would be only a matter of time until they labeled her a threat. Oh the fun she would have slowly turning their battles inward...watching the destruction of the last hope for them all...