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Dyson and Kenzi
Dyson waited while Kenzi paced back and forth in the small apartment. She, nervously, drank her fourth cup of coffee.
"We have to break them out."
"Ok. Do you have a plan?" Dyson continued to watch her, getting dizzy from watching her frantic pace.
"I say I take this," she picked up a baseball bat, "and tell those guards to let them go or else." She pointed to him, "And you go all wolf boy on them."
"That's your plan?"
She slumped into the chair next to him. "Well, what can we do?"
He placed his hand on her knee, reassuring her. "We'll think of something, I promise."
"We can't sit around here, let's go."
Kenzi walked quickly from the apartment, followed by Dyson.
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Nick sat in the diner watching, keeping his head low. Baseball cap pulled over his face. He couldn't risk drawing attention to himself, he needed to be invisible, just another patron. There would be time later-she'd know him-when it was too late, of course but not before.
He took a sip of his black, stale coffee, daring a quick peek at the pretty brunette Fae woman behind the counter.
For days, he sat there, watching…her. Adrenaline rushed through his entire body as he thought about what he'd do to her-soon, not yet but soon.
Why a hundred-year-old Fae worked in a diner, was beyond him. But he'd come to learn that most Fae wasted their many years, doing nothing of note. Living. Feeding. Pointless, wasteful existences, he thought bitterly.
God, it enraged him. What he could do with all those years, what he could accomplish. But it was wasted on inane Fae like..her.
She was next. That was for sure. He hated this beast. She resembled her-the succubus, a little, which would make it so much better.
He jammed his fork into his leg, to distract himself, to calm his body. Planning was so important with these projects, with these encounters. Make no mistake, the Fae were dangerous, and he was only human.
It had been so long since his last one it felt like he could barely hang on. But he needed to be careful. Stage two, of his brilliant plan, was beginning. It was exciting. And that's why he found himself here, several towns over, watching this Dark Fae.
They'd never be smart enough to catch him. He was the smart one. The genius, of course. He'd been carrying out his fun for months, and they didn't suspect him at all. Pointless, idiots, all of them.
His plans were coming along nicely. They'd taken the bait so well. It was glorious. So easy. Like sheep.
And this one was perfect.
Suddenly, he felt claustrophobic within the space of the small diner, being so close to this creature. He needed to escape, to get away for a while. He was getting anxious thinking about his plan, how he longed to continue into the next phase. He stared at his lap, trying to control his emotions, to calm down. He watched the blood slowly spread on his jeans. He liked blood. Fae blood was like human blood.
He couldn't afford to act impulsively. It would ruin everything. Patience, patience, Nick he replayed in his mind.
He took one more glance at his new project then left the diner. A smile slowly spread over his face. He didn't feel the pain in his leg at all, not at all.
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The night after the branding, Bo was in a rage like nothing she'd felt before. Lauren's scream haunted her dreams, her waking mind.
How could they do that to Lauren? Lauren?
She should be with her now. Guilt plagued her. Rage consumed her.
She had to get away from her family. That was clear now. But it would take planning. She needed money. She'd work at the Dal as much as she could, to save, and then she'd be gone. Away from all of them.
Her eyes fell onto the baseball bat in the corner of her room. That would do nicely, she thought.
She picked it up and proceeded to destroy her entire bedroom.
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Lauren's shoulder throbbed. It hurt, which was funny to her as if it was supposed to, to remind her it was there, always.
She belonged to the Fae, now. That was clear, no point denying it. It was the truth, a painful truth, but a truth nonetheless.
She thought about her father more than normal these days, wishing he was there, to guide her, to comfort her.
Henry wasn't perfect, but he'd been a good father to her. She missed him.
That's why she sat on her bed looking through a box of his things. Memories flooding her as her fingers traced over his belongings.
She was flipping through a book of his when a flash drive fell into her lap.
She got her laptop and was confused by what she saw. It appeared to be some kind of DNA sequence. She frowned, studying the contents more. What could this possibly be, why was it hidden in a book?
Many questions swirled in her mind.
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Over the weekend, Bo spent most of her time working at the Dal. She wasn't avoiding her girlfriend. She just hadn't seen her lately. She needed to make a lot of money and quickly. She'd even taken to serving drinks, without complaining, and using her most charismatic succubus self to get more tips.
Bo was tired, after working double shifts, all weekend. She was cleaning with Tamsin. She was too exhausted to even argue with the tall blonde. She just kept quiet most of the night.
"You look tired, Bo. What's wrong?" Tamsin asked Bo, which was surprising because Tamsin never cared about other people.
"I'm going as fast as I can." Bo answered, angrily.
Tamsin crossed her arms and leaned against the bar. "Was that tall blond your boyfriend?"
Bo was lost in her thoughts, and it took her a minute to register what Tamsin was asking her. She looked at her, confused. "No. He's a friend."
"Hm, that's odd because he was giving you come fuck me eyes."
Bo ignored her and started putting bottles of alcohol away.
She didn't even notice that Tamsin was standing almost on top of her.
"What?" Bo rolled her eyes.
Tamsin moved even closer, clearly this girl knew nothing about respecting people's personal space.
"Are you feeding, regularly Bo?" Tamsin asked her, in a raspy voice. "Might be why you're tired."
Bo stepped away from her, "Really not sure how that's any of your business."
Tamsin matched her step, her body was almost pressed against Bo.
"What-"
Before Bo could finish, Tamsin pulled her into a kiss. When she drew back, Tamsin said. "You can feed off me if you want."
Bo nudged her away. "Stop. I have a…" She stopped herself. Tamsin eyed her. "I'm not interested."
"It tasted like you were interested." Tamsin replied, wetting her lips.
Bo tossed her apron onto the bar. "I'm going home. You can clean up on your own."
Within a minute, Bo stepped outside. She was pissed, on top of everything else, now she had to worry about her boss molesting her at work. One more thing and she might explode, seriously, she couldn't take much more.
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Sometimes, Bo felt like many different people, living these separate lives, being something different to everyone in her life.
Right now, she was playing the guilty girlfriend, who came over to tell her girlfriend about a kiss. But she found herself making out with her, instead.
Lauren straddled her lap, kissing her neck. Bo had a firm grip on her waist, as her head laid back savoring the sensations Lauren was giving her.
She liked this version of herself, very much, minus the unfortunate kiss and guilt.
She slipped her hand under Lauren's shirt, feeling her soft toned back. When her fingers brushed against the mark on Lauren's shoulder, they both pulled away suddenly.
They looked at each other, Lauren's expression sad, Bo's sorry. Lauren moved off Bo and sat in a chair away from her.
"I'm sorry…" Bo began. Lauren looked at her feet, evading Bo's eyes. "I mean…I wasn't thinking."
"You didn't anything wrong, Bo. It's something I'm going to have to get used to."
Bo moved closer to her girlfriend and settled in front of her, dropping to her knees. She rested her head in Lauren's lap. They silently stayed there for several minutes, Lauren running her fingers through Bo's hair. Bo's eyes closed.
Bo's head was still down in Lauren's lap, "Lauren, I have to tell you something." She reluctantly started.
"What is it?" Lauren asked, softly messaging Bo's back.
"You know my bitchy boss Tamsin?" Her head was still down.
"Yeah, the really pretty one?"
Bo finally looked up, "She kind of kissed me."
"What?" Lauren's body went rigid, her eyes moving around the room, not knowing where to look, but not wanting to look at Bo. "You kissed someone else?"
"No, she kissed me." Bo adjusted her position into Lauren's line of sight. "I told her to leave me alone. I'm sorry. I didn't want that to happen." She responded firmly.
"Maybe you should leave." Lauren got up to stand away from Bo.
"Why?" Bo felt tears forming in her eyes. She didn't want to hurt Lauren. Ever. "I didn't do anything wrong. I told you the truth."
"I know." She pulled shirt down, smoothly out the wrinkles. "I'm not mad, I just want to be alone for awhile."
"Babe, please don't be upset with me." Bo advanced approaching Lauren, slowly and held her hand when she arrived.
"I'm not." Lauren pulled her hand away.
Bo considered her, momentarily, and then walked away.
When Bo reached the door to leave, she turned back. "Call me later?" She asked fighting back tears.
Lauren nodded, and Bo left.
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Bo needed to get to the gym and punch something hard, and a lot.
When she reached her front door, she discovered a tiny note taped to it. Her full name scrawled across the surface. An apprehensive chill ran through her body as she pulled the note off the door.
Great. She thought. More from the sicko, of course, that would happen today.
Bo McCorrigan. What a talented 'woman', you are Bo. So talented, I'd wager you could corrupt even the purest of hearts. Casting your spell, your witchcraft. But alas, that talent of yours, that beauty is specious when you are born with certain gifts. Handed them. Not earned. You earned nothing. Hide under your talents, go ahead. Your talents-your beauty, unfortunately, will not be enough, not this time. Fortunately, after these upcoming events, many things will change-many wrongs will be rectified. Soon you will see. Cheers and good luck.
Bo stared at the note, she hurried into the house and balled up the paper.
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Bo let Lauren have some time, but after three days, she'd had enough. Now she was watching her study in the library.
Bo approached Lauren with a cautious smile. When Lauren finally looked up, Bo felt those butterflies in her stomach that she always felt when she met Lauren's eyes.
Lauren smiled back. Cheerfulness rushed through Bo. Lauren wasn't mad.
"Hey, babe." She rested her hands on the table, leaning forward. "Are you almost done here?"
Turning away from Bo, Lauren grabbed her things and headed to the door, Bo following closely behind.
They sat silently in the car. Lauren kept her eyes on the window, watching the scenery as it zoomed by.
"What do you want to do?"
"Take me home?"
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They were lying on Lauren's bed watching a movie. But Bo couldn't concentrate on the movie.
She rubbed her hands over Lauren's leg. "Lauren, I am sorry about the kiss. I didn't want that to happen."
"I know. It wasn't your fault." She kissed Bo. "You can't help that you're so irresistible." She kissed Bo again.
Bo pulled Lauren close and cupped her face for a moment. She held her mouth hovering close to Lauren's mouth. "I never want to hurt you."
"I know." Lauren kept her voice low, her eyes glossy.
Bo erased all distance and kissed her, her stomach fluttering violently, it almost hurt. She inched back slightly, just to look at Lauren. Then, her tongue darted out and lightly ran over Lauren's lips, the barest of caresses. Lauren's lips parted, and she leaned forward to take more.
Bo kissed her; at first it was a quick peck. Then the kiss deepened, and Bo moaned deep within her chest. She pulled back again; there was a flash of indecision in Lauren's eyes, but she arched her body closer to Bo's body.
Bo wanted to say something to lighten the tension building between them, knowing this was starting to go too far. But Lauren stared back at her with such yearning, any hope of saying anything was lost, her couldn't form words at the moment. They stared at each other both uncertain, both hesitant but also fearless.
Bo ignored the mental alarms bells screaming inside her head as she decided to push into Lauren, capturing her lips again. She wanted to give in to this part of herself that wanted more, that begged her to not stop. That needed and wanted Lauren, every bit of her. She was tired of fighting against it.
And when Lauren returned her kiss with earnest, Bo realized that she wasn't the only one ignoring the warning bells. They were both surrendering to their desire, to their passion, to their need.
Bo's heart fluttered madly, as their lips, mouths and tongues continued to touch.
Her resolve, whatever resolve she had left, all but disappeared as she slowly eased Lauren unto the bed.
Lauren reached out, wrapping her arms around her neck, pulling her closer.
Bo growled deep in her throat as she slipped her fingers beneath Lauren's shirt and brushed over her bare skin.
She closed her eyes tightly as their mouths met again, caressing each other's tongues. Every touch from Lauren, burned her, made her tremble. It felt so good.
"Lauren…" Bo whispered in a husky voice, "You know…you know I want you so badly, but I'm afraid…I don't want to lose control." She couldn't believe she got the words out, as she was so light headed, she didn't think she could speak.
Lauren stopped and cupped Bo's face, "Go slow. Stop if you need to." Lauren leaned up and tenderly kissed her, "We have to trust each other," she whispered.
Bo pushed against Lauren and calm settled over her, and then she kissed her, gently, softly. "I love you." She whispered, her voice trembled, slightly. She was shaking all over.
Bo studied Lauren, feeling vulnerable for some reason.
Lauren sat up, looking at her seriously, "I love you too, so much Bo." Lauren's voice fractured on the last word; even though she was trying to stay in control, to sound confident.
Without hesitation, Bo eased Lauren back down on the bed. They both surrendered to the ambush of longing and emotions and kissed passionately. Bo melted into Lauren, unable to stop her heart from thumping loudly, scared and eager.
At that moment, Bo suddenly understood the power Lauren had over her. It was surprising and exhilarating. The knowledge filled Bo, rushing through her like an aphrodisiac.
Bo never wanted this feeling to end. She was only dimly conscious of her movements as she pulled her shirt over her head, her hands trembling, along with the rest of her body. She'd been waiting for this moment for so long, she wanted Lauren, she wanted this. Now. There was no turning back, not now. She couldn't stop, didn't want to stop.
Every inch of Lauren shuddered with heat and desire, her breathing came heavy and fast as she studied Bo's body.
Bo slowly slid Lauren's shirt up, her fingertips stroking her well-defined stomach muscles…Bo thought about how beautiful Lauren was, how sexy.
Lauren was right for her; they were right for each other. They always had been.
Lauren emitted a soft, quiet moan as Bo continued to caress her skin, messaging wherever she could reach.
Goosebumps prickled the back of Bo's neck, she was nervous and terrified and thrilled all at the same time. Touching Lauren made Bo realize how amazing it was that they had waited so long to get here.
Bo jerked Lauren into a harsh kiss, her hands moved under Lauren to grab the backs of her thighs. Lauren's legs wrapped around Bo's hips, passion seized them.
Feeling Lauren underneath her was exquisite, consuming waves of sensations, moved deep within her and spread throughout her body, rubbing every nerve, with every touch from Lauren.
Then pure instinct seemed to take control of Bo…she only gave one more fleeting thought to her fear, her doubt before the enthralling, tender caresses of Lauren's tongue made her lose all coherent thought.
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She was sleeping, well not sleeping she was dead. But Nick watched her as if she was sleeping.
He liked to stay with his specimens for a while. It was becoming hard to part with them.
But the idea of staying with this creature also sickened him. Being around any of them made his head, stomach sick.
His work in the lab was becoming increasingly hard, in and out, all day long those creatures walked into his lab, ordering him around.
He stared at the creature, his mouth dry, and lightness in his chest as he brought the knife down into its flesh, his mind focused on the image of the succubus.
AN
Howdy,
Thanks for reading and commenting on this story. I'm hoping to continue updating quickly and my goal is to finish it before Dark Matter premieres (I fear I may get distracted if the show is good.) But if I don't I'll make every effort to get it done in a timely manner.
Thanks again!
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