AN: Super short, years-old draft found on my tumblr acct. but is a good start continuing this story. Dont own Lost Girl and its characters, just being a fan. Happy 2016
AN part2: This has been updated so it is now complete chapter 4. Thanks for reading!
Chapter 4: Dangerous
CRACK SHACK
Seven in the morning is not the legal hour for Kenzi to be up—in her Minions pyjamas, pacing back and forth and talking to herself—but she'd been all kinds of crazy worried for Bo. Last she got a message from her bestie was 12 hours ago and it's not like Bo to come home later than 6:30 AM or never channel the younger woman of her whereabouts. The succubus ne'er get sex-coma'ed. She never have breakfast with feeds. And they have an effing client willing-to-pay-a-hundred-grand. That's ONE HUNDRED GRAND! All bold with exclamation mark, Kenzi screams in her internal monologue.
"Bo, where are you?!" Kenzi feels like stomping her feet, frustration and worry in her voice. She has her phone in hand waiting for a sign from the succubus.
Ping! Said her computer so the tiny goth-y woman rushed to her desk to read the message.
TAFT HALL. 7PM. TABLE 1.
"Shit!" Mutters Kenzi. She picks up a stack of papers from the tabletop. Among is a blown-up photo she had printed on a regular bond paper. One is a copy of an article she found online some 20 years ago.
Stares back at Kenzi a blonde woman with patrician features who kinda gave her a hard time researching on. Everything seemed classified about her, the company website rarely mentions her nor provides a photo of this Mad Scientist as per their client. Good thing, Im a sexy genius! Compliments the narcissist to herself. This so-called client did not provide anything except the name of the target and a brief reason why there is a need to eliminate the blonde. If it isnt a big deal–that will bring them closer to their retirement–Kenzi would hesitate a bit. Most of the hits prior were men and scums. Now this fine-looking lady doesnt seem like a woman Hyde&Jekyll at all. In fact the photo was taken from some charity event 8 years ago. The corners of her lips're raised for what would seem a coy smile but her eyes are telling a different story. They looked so…sad. Oh well, maybe she's a lonely bitch who resorts to cosplaying Jack the Ripper
Bo makes a comeback to consciousness with a groan, slowly trying to open her eyes, feeling like a heavy metal rocker band just studio-recorded inside her head. Or Miley Cyrus came in with the huge swinging wrecking ball, cracking her skull in the process. She groans once more as the throbbing worsened. She had no effing idea how long she was passed out and Bo grits her teeth at the reminder of her state, eyes turning incandescent blue. The culprit will be paying with its life once she's able to free herself from the restraints and this dark room.
Footsteps and arguing voices from outside are coming to proximity.
"Fuck, Dyson! You asked me to drive all the way here because a chick knocked you down senseless during sex?!" Said a female voice.
"It's not-"
"She must be one hell of a sex goddess!" The female voice again, the statement laced with apparent sarcasm.
"Not a goddess but a fae! Some sex fae or something!"
"What?!"
"Listen, I know what I saw. I was 'coming' and she sucked the life out of me. I blacked out but I remember perfectly well what happened!"
"Are you saying she's-"
"Yes! Our Goodight Girl!"
"Shit!"
"Yeah, shit!"
"The case is closed, Dy! We got the serial killer now! Yeah!"
"No, we need to bring her to Trick."
"N-F-W!"
"She's fae so it's fae trial for her!"
"Yeah, yeah...love em and kill em, huh?"
"She'd been leaving a trail of bodies for a long time, damnit!"
"Yeah, yeah, wolfballs. I need to see her-"
The door was kicked open, its back slamming hard against the wall, the light from outside blinding the succubus for a split second that has turning her face away.
"Ewww! Burberry aint gonna put that out in the market!" The female voice makes gagging sounds.
"Please..." Dyson pleads.
"Man, if this is what a wolf-bitch sex smell is Im keeping cats alone! Nooo canines! Eww!"
"Those are my boxing-"
"You?!" It sounded like a gasp from the woman. Bo looks up upon hearing it.
"You know her, Tamsin?" Said the asshole. Bo glares at him.
"Saw her last night at Evony's! Wow!"
"Yeah, that's where we met. I was covering for your ass, remember?"
"Tsk! Sorry about your BFF, wolf-boy."
"Done with your chit chat?" Bo finds her voice. "Unlock these handcuffs and let me go!"
"No way, Ozawa! What?!" The blonde chick turns to her co-conspirator. "I found your stash of porn videos, okay?"
Dyson sighs in frustration.
"Hahaha! You two are pretty entertaining!" She fakes a smile. Then Bo gives them the glare that kills all glares. "Re-lease-Me!" She orders, wriggling in her seat.
Dyson growls suddenly, surprising Bo. Were they fangs?
"What the hell!" Her eyes are big as saucers.
"Yeah, sweetcakes, we're just like you." There was a gust of wind and before Bo can let out a squeak, Tamsin's wings lifted her a few feet from the floor. She moved in front of the captive, placing her face just a couple of inches away from Bo's.
"Now, tell us, what kind of fae are you?"
"I dont freaking know what youre talking about!" That got her a slap from Tamsin's right wing. She felt the sting after a couple of minutes. The succubus is neither backing down though, she shows the flying blonde cockroach her raging blue eyes.
"I know how to make you confess, sweetie." Tamsin gives the succubus her doubtface yet the latter fainted instead before can utter a word.
"Shit, Tamsin!"