Warning: This is another piece from Truly Black Blood, and yes it may still be dreadful but gosh darn it I wanted to write another. Enjoy you beautiful people. -

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Lost Girl, if I did that would be awesome, apart from Alyx who is my OC.

Waking up, Bo stumbled into the kitchen to find a note of the floor… And the table… And the sofa, and what seemed like every available surface.

"What happened last night…" she wondered.

Kenzi didn't look like she was in, which hurt just a little. Where was she spending all her time? What had even happened to us? What a total fuck up.

Bo looked around the lounge for some jeans she could pull on, but surprisingly no clothing could be found anywhere. Damn.

"Phone… Shit, where did I even put it last night." She began.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK. Damn you Alyx."

Even though Bo's memory seemed to be failing her at this moment she was 98% sure that her lack of memory had something to do with the new estranged fae, but how the hell was she going to link that, and pretty much everything else on this new familiar stranger?

Asking Dyson and/or Hale for help was pretty much out of the question because one was a mutt who couldn't gather any sensible thoughts it seemed at the moment, and the other was loyal to that mutt. No that wouldn't do. Not at all.

"Kenzi?" Bo asked the lounge and anything else who happened to be listening.

"Kenzi, you think it's funny but it really isn't okay, and I hardly have time to play your little game. You know what I've got on my phone, and you know very well that I need it." Bo cautiously made her way back up the stairs to her room, not expecting to find much, but at this moment finding nothing was better than something.

The room was a tip; the only thing that apparently seemed sacred was the four-poster bed that sat in the center. Typically, draws were strewn across the floor with panties and such like scattered like forgotten leaves.

"What the…?"

Whoever did this seemed to be looking for something, I mean who would do this for the fun of it? Unless Kenzi thought this was a fun way to get me back. But surely she wouldn't. Would she?

Alyx smirked to herself as she zipped up her leather boots around her perfect calves enclosed in netted tights. Black shorts stretched ever so delicately across her thighs, and met her white tucked blouse at her waist which cushioned her bosom, parting to show just enough cleavage to attract the opposite sex, and, well anyone else who might be attracted. Her devilishly red lipstick smiled the same wicked smile back at her as she applied the last touches of makeup before smirking,

"Shame this will all be off again in less than an hour…" and with that, she excited the bathroom.

Strutting across the office Alyx got the attention of anyone she passed, not by the way she looked, which would have attracted them if they had had the time to look, but by her mere essence. The crux of Alyx was her essence; she thrived on leaving so everyone in her wake would want more.

Just one more sniff they say, just one more, in the end that all they get the chance to have before… before the end. Or is it?

"I'm so glad you had the time to meet me… Ms.…"

"Alyx" Alyx snapped, and then rather more sweetly, "Please," she cooed placing her hand further along the desk toward the manager "please call me Alyx".

"Alright Alyx, so you came here to discuss…"

"About that," she quickly filled in again "It's just in my bag." Hypnotically she swooped down, revealing that little bit of extra breast to entice the prey.

Once she pulled out the files, rhythmically almost mimicking how Bo had been with Dyson, Alyx locked eyes are went to stand behind the manager gazing over his shoulder to read the files. She had almost perfected this move by studying others. Perfect. That's how everything must be, and perfection can only be reached by combining the faults of others. Surely?

Gently placing a thin icy hand over his shoulder she began to massage every word into him.

"So Ben, I can call you Ben can't I? Good. I was realty starting to think…"

Alyx leaned over his shoulder, so that if Ben wanted he could see the pattern of her laced bra holding her firmly.

Ben slowly breathed in and let his gaze wander down her perfect body. Of course it was perfect to the human eye, which was what her presence was designed for, to seem perfect. To mirror perfection.

Before Ben knew what strange power had grasped his body he was caressing her animalistically.

Hale swooped through the doorway of The Dal Riata and immediately cornered Trick, in a not-so-menacing way.

"I think you and I need to talk."