A/N: Thanks for the feedback and sorry for any mistakes! I'm aiming for longer chapters so there might be a bit of a wait between updates sometimes. Anyway, I just finished season 2 so I'm trying to stick close with the show's storyline. I haven't watched season 3 yet so my story takes place sometime after the second season. I loved the idea of an evil Bo and wanted to try and write about her. I'm really just going to take my time writing this, I have an idea of where I want it go, if all goes well it'll probably end up being pretty long. Anyway, thanks for reading! I'm still learning so sorry for any mistakes!

Chapter 2

The dark was enticing and yet, terrifying. An abandoned house remained silent despite several boot clad steps wandering inside. Moving around the former bed and breakfast was difficult at night, only the stale air could be felt irritating her throat as she searched the dusty space. Located outside of the city, the desolate area was perfect for homeless drug addicts and alcohol junkies wanting to shoot up and drink their problems away. The floor inside was littered with empty bottles, cans, syringes, plastic bags, worn glass pipes- Everything used to get high was stepped on, it used to be perfect.

Two weeks of feeding was having dire consequences on its reputation. Rumors of the place being cursed surfaced among local drug addicts and news articles reporting the strange spike in overdoses occurring inside the notorious drug refuge. Anyone walking in would leave in a body bag and drugs had nothing to do with the growing deaths.

Yearning eyes examined the quiet room, her body hummed at seeing the shadow in the corner. Outside of feeding, she felt a bitter emptiness and struggled against a need for vengeance. Consuming all the souls in the world would never be enough, she'd spend forever always seeking her next fix. This was her life, searching, consuming and killing. Friends weren't desired, love impossible- She was made for darkness and nothing else.

Another night, another victim. Her footsteps calm, silent and steady reached his sleeping form. Moonlight seeped through the small cracks of two boarded windows, lighting the room to some degree, she was able to kneel down and make out the sunken features of a young face. Needles and a small sandwich bag lied nearby, either heroin or crack, she idly guessed placing a hand on his scarred cheek. He looked around 20 was her last thought before her eyes closed, changing instantly.

The world around smelled sweet like vanilla and felt warm, cozy. She noticed a young man walking down a spiral staircase. They were inside a house portraying luxury, he even wore a nice suit, catching her off guard. He was handsome with confidence oozing from his smile. The sunken bags were gone from his bright eyes displaying a completely new man. " You're beautiful." He mused casually stepping off the last step.

Since discovering the dream method of feeding, realizing how different the victims were from real life still amazed her. "And you're handsome." She returned the compliment coyly feeling the seductress emerge hungrily.

"Your eyes are incredible. So blue," his footsteps stopped inches away and he immediately reached out to touch her.

"Just relax." She allowed his hands to roam while gazing deeply into his chiseled face. Craving deeper contact, she felt his growing need press against her as she pulled him closer. "This will all be over soon." Their lips met gently at first, quickly intensifying as she backed him up against the wall. Sipping slowly on his life, she worked quickly to undress her prey needing to feed off sexual energy. "So good," she groaned losing herself to the euphoria that accompanied feeding. This was the ultimate high, no drug would ever compare.

Breathing erratically, a sudden pain shot through her hand. Being shoved into broken glass, the blood drenching her fingers ignored, she watched him evaluate her prey fighting the anger associated with being interrupted. They had history, she didn't want to hurt him. "What did you do to him?" He sounded perplexed gently trying to pat his face awake. "You need to fix this," perplexity flared into anger, he addressed her harshly demanding she obey orders. "Give him back the life you stole."

"No." His incredulous stare was acknowledged for a second before she lifted her hand. The bleeding was excessive, she picked out tiny glass shards from the wound showing no signs of discomfort as she stood up. Dyson was a distant memory, saying goodbye wasn't necessary, her evening at the bed and breakfast was over.

"Eight deaths this week. Are you proud of yourself?" A conversation with the wolf wasn't a welcomed idea, but her footsteps stilled near the exit anyway, her thoughts turning dark and hungry. Not too long ago, she stood hunting murderous Fae at his side, now he hunted her. How thrilling, someone bold enough to stand up to her, order she listen to authority.

"I'm a succubus, did you forget?" Killing was in her nature and she could no longer avoid it. Playing good guy was fun while it lasted, living a somewhat normal life with a best friend and fiance- No one was safe from the evil disguised as a gorgeous seductress, needing to consume, kill and repeat the process day after day, night after night.

"We've helped you control your urges to kill for years. Why are you refusing help now?"

Standing silently, her eyes followed his movements in near pitch black. He tread carefully around her shoulder, examining and breathing her in. "Refuse?" She almost smiled at the ridiculous thought. "I almost murdered two people I thought I loved." The memory was unforgettable haunting her days and rare sleep filled nights. "This is who I am. Nothing will change me." Spending fourteen days alone, countless hours focused on herself, she began embracing the succubus that she was instead of fighting it. Trick, her grandfather, mentioned this darkness to her, warned her of its power, but she could no longer refuse its influence to reign over the weak. Her words were strong and honest without hesitation or sadness. Refusing to apologize for the twisted biology that was her, Dyson stood fearlessly before a monster, his demeanor reflecting a brave warrior, the stance familiar. "Just stay out of my way."

The echoes of a roaring beast ripped through the rotten wood beneath her moving feet, sharp claws punctured the exposed skin of her arm, she felt his beastly strength through a powerful grip. The warm fluid seeped past his viscous hold, running down her arm. On the verge of pulling the limb off, he emphasized anger by digging deeper into her flesh. "I won't allow you to kill innocent Fae and humans. There are rules we follow-"

Not even the darkest nights could hide captivating vibrant blue, it filled her eyes accompanying a golden hue morphing her skin. "Bow." The warrior obeyed immediately falling to his knees in complete adoration. The goddess seemingly appeared from the heavens, filling a void, he yearned eagerly to please and worship her. "Light and Dark Fae are special, but they're not immortal." His head remained low, she didn't have the skill to control him any longer. "I'm different." Slowly creeping behind, she violently struck him unconscious to the floor.

His sleep brought sudden excitement-

Leaving the dark room, the beauty of the night was enveloping and warm.

She blindly followed the stars with no destination in mind.

Gasoline, yeah feels just like gasoline. Wincing for several seconds with tightly shut eyes, a fire remained after the bitter liquid settled in her stomach. "Whoa, that's bound to leave hair on my chest, Trickster." Buzzing never came so fast, she thought placing the shot glass down on the bar. Bacardi 151 was intense, but in a way she needed. The bartender slash Blood King didn't seem to think so. He moved the bottle out of reach from black cut off gloved hands. "Hey! You are not cutting me off after three shots." Her parents were more supportive of her drinking passions, having come from a long line of alcoholics. They never cared how much she drank, how drunk she arrived home, or if she planned on ever returning drunk or not. "Give it back." He seemed to be immune to her pouting lip and puppy dog eyes, which was Fae in itself.

No human could resist the Kenzi beg.

"Pllleeeaaaasssssseeeeee." Dealing with the memory of killer Bo was hard. Alcohol helped, it was a bad idea but it worked. Trick shot her another, 'aint workin, honey' look and went about wiping down the historic oak bar. Drumming black painted fingertips impatiently against the counter, she pursed her lips in thought trying to devise a great distraction. The Bacardi 151 had her buzzing nicely, but it wouldn't last forever. She wanted to be blacked out forget the world fucked up until the real Bo came back, and three shots wasn't enough.

"You're talented." The smoothly spoken words caused her to jump, her hand went to her chest meeting a soft smile matching kind eyes.

"And you scared the shit out of me." The stranger stood about six feet with curly brown hair wrapped in a long head band hanging down his back. "And very 60's. Got any weed, dude?" She half joked drinking in the white v neck, tight black jeans and military style boots. Trick's head snapped up immediately at the joke, his eyes silently inquiring. "Just kidding! Calm down, daddy dearest. It's not like I'm drinking anyway. A blunt would be nice..." She muttered under her breath thinking of Bo.

"King Trick has a daughter?" The new patron asked completely bewildered turning his attention to the light bearded man. "I had no idea, Sire." Kenzi smiled wildly seeing his relaxed demeanor stiffen.

"Yeah hitting on Princess Blood King, not groovy dude." Trick rolled his eyes, she continued anyway having way too much fun to stop. "Daddy Blood King, just go easy on the lad's tidbits. Last guy you wrote about in your book... Well lets just say he misses standing at urinals. Blogs about it all the time."

"Enough, any paler and he'll blend in with the walls." Closing behind the bar, he spoke while grabbing a broom. "Kenzi is not my daughter, she's a human friend." Watching him clean up, Kenzi would often tease about writing in the book to clean up the Dal. Bo loved Blood king jokes and usually added onto them with her own goofy humor. Blue eyes fell recollecting the many laughs they shared at the bar, she forced a fake smile trying to stay out of her depressed thoughts. "Human best friend." She corrected trying to sound normal, fully thinking of Bo. "Human best friend." Trick corrected feigning exasperation, he continued, "this young gentleman is Taliesin. His father and I go way back."

"It's a family name." He responded to her suddenly curious expression. "I'm a wizard." His shoulders slumped up and down sheepishly. It made sense, she noted the dark purple eyes for the first time since meeting him. The long orange head band was different, hell, his whole himself was different from your average long beard, pointy hat, stick wielding wizard.

"Wizard in training." Trick corrected kneeling down with a dust pan. "That's why he's here. To start studying up on his powers."

"I recently made my 100th year, I'm wise enough now to start using the knowledge I've inquired to learn and cast spells." Jaw dropping, her blue eyes looked equally astonished at learning the young looking man's age. He could easily pass for nineteen! There wasn't a wrinkle in sight or a gray hair on his shaggy head. "Sire Trick's library is legendary. Coming here is equivalent to Wizard University." A dashing smile was thrown the blood king's way, he chuckled while shaking his head.

"Yeah, unfortunately minus the hefty tuition." Wizard, spells, Bo! Kenzi felt hope for the first time since being attacked, abandoned and relocated to a bar she wasn't allowed to get drunk in. Between Hale and Trick, she felt like the adopted child of two over bearing men. Sometimes, they even discussed her well being in private. The old glass cup to the wall trick worked well in the Fae establishment, it was especially handy in ease dropping in Bo conversations.

The Blood King and Hale threw around a few different theories, ruling out her own dark power until further evidence could back it up. They didn't want to panic the Fae community, appearing casual and calm about the succubus' disappearance outside office walls, Kenzi listened in on private meetings and realized the extent of their worry, but hoped the problem lied outside the succubus' body, a cruel Dark Fae joke or spell, anything but Bo's own darkness.

That would be bad, she reflected on her best friend's pleas. To take her life if darkness ever won, consuming her entirely, wreaking havoc on everyone around. Bo didn't want to live life as a monster, she'd rather die.

"I've always had a passion for wizards." Through her heavy thoughts, she half listened to them, an idea coming to mind. "I heart Harry Potter. Die hard fan right here." Taliesin looked completely amused at the outburst. "Lets be study partners. I'm a great learner."

"If it's okay with, Sire Trick." He replied looking at the bartender for approval.

"Sure." He answered setting the broom and dust pan aside. "Scrub the toilets and you can have all the wizard study time you want."

You so owe me, Bo. "I'll take the 151 cleaner, just hand me the shit scrubber and shot glass and I'm good to go."

Adjusting the lens slowly, quickly, minutely, largely- Nothing helped clear the fuzziness out of burning eyes. They were strained, dry, tired begging for rest she wouldn't allow. Dedicating long hours to revising Bo's vaccine treatments, she argued with her subconscious wanting a break from research and analysis. Rest didn't matter, her body had to adjust. Sleep wasn't likely, stepping into the bedroom they practically shared, she couldn't fall asleep without holding Bo, kissing her goodnight, inhaling the fresh scent of her hair while they caressed, whispered, touched- Frustrated, a sharp pain shot down her back as she stood from the stool occupying the last 5 hours of her time.

In most situations, she remained calm and in control. Growing up the daughter of two world renown scientists, her mother being a infectious disease specialist and father a pathologist, they constantly pushed her to be the best student, make the best grades, and acquire the most knowledge about biology, medicine and the human body. She successfully lived up to each and every expectation thrown her way, impressing them time and time again, disregarding a social life completely, she killed herself wanting to be the best, wanting to impress, and go beyond all limits-

And then she met Nadia.

The perfectionists that were her parents didn't approve of their relationship. They were rarely affectionate, love wasn't something she grew up around, her parents put it last in life, seeing marriage more as an achievement than declaration of love. They wanted her to marry the son of a brilliant geneticist, combine their research and become an unstoppable force in the scientific world.

They disowned her the second she mentioned the word girlfriend. Sometimes, she wondered if love was worth losing her parents over. Was it worth sacrificing a perfect life for? Why did it seem to cause more harm than good? Unable to research, control, and medically treat love was becoming a problem for her. Sometimes, she wished away feelings of fulfilling euphoric sensations involved with giving her heart away, it was beginning to hurt and treatment didn't exist for the painful condition.

A hot tear droplet spilled unexpectedly, her parents were incredible having made significant medical discoveries throughout their on going careers. They must have known the dire consequences of intertwining ones life and body in its entirety with another. Maybe they were trying to protect her. Marry this man and together achieve many awards and fame within the vast science community. Don't fall in love, spend forever sharing your brilliant talents on work, ignore everything else, have sex to procreate and then raise more brilliant children. Needing a break from the sample in the microscope, she picked up the Ipad nearby and walked out of the small lab room.

Memories associated with Bo corrupted every nook and cranny of her organized home, crying was something she did often lately, usually analyzing herself the entire time. Wondering how emotional pain could be so physically devastating. Lifting a photo of her and Bo with incredibly shaky hands accompanied the urge to curl up into a ball and never see the light of day again. Dealing with Nadia was difficult, but never like this. She felt completely helpless, alone, scared, devastated, heartbroken, exhausted, hopeless, terrified, paranoid- The list could fill hundreds of walls with painful emotions plaguing her everyday life, and despite everything, all she wanted was to feel Bo safely tucked away in her arms, in their bed inside of their home. She wanted to kiss her wife awake in the morning- The thought encouraged more tears to fall. Their marriage was a forbidden subject in her mind. Boycotting the bedroom closet, she couldn't bear the thought of seeing their dresses hanging inside.

The couch called out to her. What little rest she managed was spent on the white leather, the only piece of furniture she could tolerate alone without falling apart. Folding her arms around a pillow, the Ipad wallpaper was just another painful reminder of her loss. Bo holding her from behind smiling into the front cam, chin resting on her shoulder, the doctor also sported a bright smile leaning back into the woman she loved, there was evidence their love was real.

What went wrong?

Downtown air was different from the surrounding outskirts. Thick foliage surrounded the bustling city, spending time in the heavily wooded area was serene, she found contentment in alienation, found comfort in casually containing the unsatisfied succubus. Temptation was limited there, but temporary. Returning to the city, she became overwhelmed within the heavy population. Usually, she'd find the nearest hotel and force herself to sit tight until night returned.

She felt thirteen again.

Summer was over, returning to school was inevitable and terrifying. She couldn't go back. Rumors would surely greet her menacingly, the group of girls she once considered friends would stare disgustingly at her while whispering to each other. Begging to be home schooled, her parents found the idea ridiculous and unnecessary. Assuming she had a lot of friends, knowing she made good grades and teacher's adored her positivity and enthusiasm to learn, home school wouldn't be an option.

Not without a good explanation and she refused to give them the truth.

Summer came and brought the horrors of puberty along with it, plaguing her young life, she never imagined the change would be so drastic, consuming. Innocent sleep overs were a thing of the past, hanging out with a group of friends meant feeling overwhelmed. Desire was always there, raging inside, the need to reach out and hold someone close, she craved a closeness she couldn't comprehend. More and more often, she left the slumber parties feeling the need to reach out and run her hands inappropriately over her friend's bodies. At times, it made her feel sick, weak and dizzy. Doctor's couldn't figure out the sudden episodes of illness, her parent's were also left baffled. One day, she was healthy and happy, the next fever ridden and disoriented.

Despite the bizarre condition, striving to live a normal lifestyle was priority. Puberty was difficult at first, nightly prayer and time would cure raging hormones and normality would return.

It never happened.

Instead of growing out of it, it grew stronger inside of her. Sleep overs were nightmares, but she accepted the many invitations from fear of losing her friends. She enjoyed the small click of aspiring cheerleaders and soccer players. They always had a blast when together, laughing, watching movies, reading magazines, doing hair, nails, gossip, adventure- But the unimaginable happened one night, ruining everything.

Lounging lazily in a Betty Boop bean bag, Beth along with her two friends, Jennifer and Kaitlyn, casually listened to the radio while gossiping about one of their other friends. They sat in Jennifer's bedroom which greatly resembled her pop punk look. Rock stars hung all over the walls along with magazine cut outs and pictures of friends and family, Beth could only dream of a room as cool as Jennifer's. Her parents were die hard Christians who would never allow a group of men to hang above her headboard. They were overprotective and constantly preached the evils of fornication and adultery.

Jennifer grew up less conservatively. The girl was even allowed to dye her hair which was another big no no under the Dennis roof. Being allowed to hang out with her wasn't easy, she often begged her parents to let her go arguing they grew up together and hair dye and a nirvana T-shirt shouldn't change anything. They normally obliged agreeing to trust in her christian upbringing, Beth knew right from wrong having studied the bible since age two.

Every scripture memorized and recited nightly in prayer disappeared, and for the first time ever, she wished her parents would have forced her to stay home.

"So Megan told me Scott forced his tongue down her throat," swallowing uncomfortably, the young teenager shifted in her seat. "And she liked it! So I asked her what was it like? And you guys will never believe it, but she showed me!" Kaitlyn's face turned from complete surprise to sudden curiosity. They went to church together, their parents good friends. The blonde with dark brown eyes and a naturally polite demeanor smiled with mischief.

"Well aren't you going to show us?" The response wasn't remotely Christian, neither was the playful glance shot her way. Eye brows wiggling suggestively, Kaitlyn must have saw the discomfort unmasked and blatant because she quickly got off the bed and approached the bean bag begging, "come on, Beth. You know you wanna try it."

Jennifer stood grinning wildly at the idea. Both set of eyes stared waiting for approval she wasn't comfortable granting. She was taught doing anything but hold hands and hug outside of marriage was against God's will. "I... Guys we shouldn't. What will our parents think?" The question was directed towards an irate looking Kaitlyn.

"They're not here! Just don't tell them. We're all friends, it's not like sex or anything." Jennifer chuckled in the background and then added, "we're not lesbos or anything, just chill and try it. Besides, don't you want to know how in case a boy you like ever tries to kiss you?"

The thought of a boy kissing her made her cheeks burn with embarrassment and fear. God surely didn't like this, he wouldn't like any of this but her friends kept staring, piling on the pressure with unwavering eyes. "You need to lighten up," Kaitlyn was beginning to sound frustrated. "Yeah we all go to church and it's cool and stuff but don't be obsessed with it. It just makes you look stuck up, like you're better than everyone else."

"I'm not!" She protested hurt by her best friend's words. Is this how they felt about her? Growing up, she was taught God's word was more important than anything else on the planet. Believing in the scriptures with all of her heart, she followed each and every principal to the T wanting to please and make God happy. She loved church and God and felt her eyes begin to sting at realizing her friends didn't feel the same. Instead, they mistook her love for God for being stuck up. "Fine, I'll do it." She gave in wanting to fix the negative reputation.

The two girls immediately lit up feeling a sense of accomplishment. Getting her to sin was impossible, the amount of excitement they shared wasn't contagious. Beth felt a strong sense of guilt already and began praying for forgiveness. She felt her nerves go haywire inside, it only got worst watching Jennifer cup Kaitlyn's face with a giddy smile that disappeared into a sloppy french kiss. The two girls broke away giggling before setting their sights on her. "Well, get up." Jennifer directed moving from Kaitlyn to her pale form.

Standing on shaky legs, her stomach began to knot, a wave of nausea following as she met her friend by the bed. "This is stupid." She voiced her annoyance watching the two girls giggle at her discomfort. "It looks gross and not fun." There was little color left in her skin, she internally began freaking out feeling her friend touch her face grinning wickedly as she caressed her cheek- Her lips suddenly brushed the corner of her friend's lips, dizziness struck from standing so close, Beth pulled away immediately needing distance. "There, tha- that's all I wanted to tr- try."

Jennifer rolled her eyes. "That's a kiss for Mommy." She mocked dipping her head to properly kiss Beth. The young teenager shut her eyes in prayer waiting for it to end. A hand lingered on her cheek, the warmth intensifying the dizziness, she was beginning to feel sick again. "N0-" Before she could stop her friend's lips from touching hers, they silenced her protests. The need to reach out and posses the girl was overwhelming. She returned the kiss vehemently, her hands grasping handfuls of clothing desperately needing to be closer. She needed to feel her flesh enveloped by another and consume the pleasure it'd bring- The thought forced her friend against the bed, she followed suit running a hand underneath her shirt-

"What the hell are you doing?!" Shoved to the ground, her body shook in horror watching the blood fall from Jennifer's bottom lip. Kaitlyn immediately pressed a T-shirt against her bleeding mouth before staring down at her. "She was trying to push you off her, are you insane?!" Kaitlyn was furious, she fumbled backwards as the blonde stepped forward. "What are you some kind of lesbo freak?!"

"Yeah, why were you trying to get under my bra, weirdo?! Look at my face," Jennifer's shock quickly turned into anger. "What the fuck, Beth? Say something!"

The words forming in her head couldn't be heard over the loud beating of her heart. The organ raced frantically, she felt its powerful pulsation throughout her body, especially between her legs. Lesbo freak wasn't harsh enough, the tears began to fall as she stared helplessly up at her friends. She was something worst, a sick perverted girl with no self control. God betrayed her, she called out to him and he was nowhere to be found.

Ignoring the questions, her lips were sealed unable to answer her own questions. Desire made her limbs feel weak, she fought through it standing up. The girls gawked at her retreating form, she didn't care. Running past Jennifer's parents in the living room, she ignored their cries for her and pushed harder, running faster. There was no destination in mind and hot tears blurred her vision, she ran until her lungs felt starved for oxygen collapsing on a random yard.

The night sky was beautiful, she cried under the blanket of dark magnificence and wonder. She felt different and alone, but a million stars watched over her vowing to always be there, every night to see her. Having no friends or God, the night sky came faithfully.

She didn't need anyone else.

The look on her childhood friend's faces closely resembled Lauren and Kenzi's, fearful and horrified.

Tonight's stay would be at a cheap motel, she didn't feel like walking anymore. The man at the counter was Indian, flipping through the newspaper. He heard the bells of the door chime and immediately acknowledged her. "How may I help you?" His hands sat on top of the counter, one holding a blue pen, the other free. She took the free hand and with blue eyes answered the polite question.

"I need a room. Free of charge." The brown in his eyes became hazy, dreamlike. He smiled at the request unable to deny her a thing.

"Right away, my you're so beautiful." The seductress released his hand and accepted the key to her room.

"Thank you."

There was nothing special about the room, but it seemed clean enough to sleep in. Removing the several black articles of clothing, she stripped down to her bra and underwear before collapsing onto the plain bed. She wasn't tired but would force herself to sleep throughout the day. Roaming around the busy streets wasn't a good idea, she didn't have the self control to not kill impulsively. Those days were long gone replaced with a need to constantly feed at all costs. It was beginning to feel like a curse again, familiar childhood feelings would arise, and then die, slaughtered by a new voice, one she was still getting used to. Granddaughter of the great Blood king choosing to sleep with cockroaches? You are royalty, unstoppable, reclaim your power, enslave all and conquer the Fae.

With white knuckles, she clasped onto the sheets waiting for sleep to quiet the voices in her head. Aife often came to mind, she was beginning to feel more and more like her mother everyday. The idea of seeing her grandfather for help would enter, only to be dismissed. There was nothing wrong to fix, she was prefect, invincible, what did she need him for? What did she need anyone for? They already had their chance to tame her and failed miserably nearly costing Kenzi and Lauren their lives.

Her wedding day seemed like a distant memory, thousands of years old. What was she thinking? Marrying a human would never work, their strong emotional bonds made them weak, they were so vulnerable, the perfect meal for a succubus. Biting back a moan, her body came alive fantasying about taking Lauren savagely, kissing, sucking, biting, bruising, she wanted to feel her body quiver and scream until collapsing lifelessly against her naked flesh.

A bead of sweat trailed down the side of her face, keeping still was exhausting, she wanted to feed outside the dream realm. Real bodies were more satisfying, brought her more power than dream ones. Dream feeding was just a snack, she craved a full course meal.

Now.