Chapter 4
Passing by the many windows of the large office building, he noted the night moon and sky. The air outside of the underground prison was refreshing, even with the rough hands guiding him out. Waiting countless hours for this moment, he wasn't sure of the date or time, felt weak from lack of feeding and couldn't remember the last time he had a beard down his neck. His hands were settled behind him in heavy cuffs, another set wrapped around his ankles. The building he walked through was large and sleek, nothing like the underground prison. He couldn't believe it was the same place. Every picture, window, plant screamed wealth, he caught his reflection in the mirror and resembled someone living under a bridge.
At least he wouldn't have to worry about pleasuring the Dark Fae leader.
Surely here standards were above homeless.
The door was opened by one of the two guards, he could have laughed. They both resembled young American Eagle models who wouldn't stand a chance against his wolf, the moment he had the chance, freed from restraints, he'd rip them to shreds.
Especially her.
Sitting in the middle of the room at the large white desk matching everything else in the room, her flawless brown waves beautifully framed her face as she frantically typed on a white Apple computer. He stood with the guards before her waiting impatiently, completely ignored by the Morrigan. Speaking first would come with a painful consequence, he bit his tongue keeping the displeasure locked inside his mouth.
Finally after watching her laugh and giggle for what seemed like an hour, it was obvious she was chatting online with someone, her eyes met his. "The great wolf of the Light Fae," she acknowledge sitting back in her black leather chair with a playful glimmer in her eyes. "You've been a bad bad boy."
"What are my crimes?" By the length of his beard, he guessed a few weeks had passed since his imprisonment.
"Trespassing." He had a feeling it would be something along those lines. The irritation he felt was plain as day on his face. Weeks spent in prison for doing his job as an investigator, the city's police force would be looking for him along with Trick and Hale, they were all probably worried sick and the reason for his disappearance was trespassing. Not being disrespectful was becoming painfully difficult. He wanted to scream 'give me a fucking break.'
"I was doing my job as a homicide detective. There have been a lot of murders at the bed and breakfast lately, it seemed Fae."
"I understand that, but we have rules. You may investigate Dark Fae territory with permission, which you never requested and I find you guilty of that crime." She spoke with her hands raising sheepishly as if there was nothing she could do to help him. "You do the crime, you pay the time. Those humans aren't yours to feed on-"
"I don't feed on humans." He corrected raising his voice. "I am a wolf, raw meat is all I need, any raw meat." She chuckled at his elevated anger, and he could feel the wolf inside clawing to be released. He didn't feed on Fae, ever, but this one was looking pretty damn appetizing all of a sudden. "My crime is petty, please dismiss it. I work on the police force, my disappearance is a big deal not only in the Fae world but with humans too."
Her big lips pursed in thought as her eyes found the ceiling in a patronizing manner. "I have a better idea." She met his eyes once again and he felt uncomfortable under her wicked stare. "How about my guards take you to the back and administer 200 hundred lashings, throw you back in your cage like a good little doggy, and lose the key? How does that sound Mr. Important?" Her laughter was full blown loud and obnoxious, he looked away unable to stand her face any longer. "I don't care if the whole world is looking for you, you are my prisoner and I will have my fun with you. Guards, take him away! I want to hear his screams rattle every window on this floor."
Chuckling, they followed orders like the good little boy models they were, he wasn't afraid of their lashings. It would tickle more than sting, the meeting with the Morrigan was more annoying than anything. The Dark Fae leader was unreasonable and unprofessional, she was in deep trouble the moment Hale or Trick learned of his imprisonment. War wasn't a welcomed idea to either side, but the Morrigan was setting good grounds for conflict.
"I will now examine peripheral blood smear sample," speaking out loud, clammy fingers placed the glass slide under the microscope. "Sample..." Shaking her head slowly from side to side, eyes closed, she gripped the edge of the desk riding a new wave of dizziness. Accomplishing little in the last five days was frustrating, an unexpected illness kept her near a toilet the first two days, nothing would stay down, she dry heaved until her body was too tired to do anything more than lay limp against the porcelain bowl. Day three and four were spent shaking like a withdrawing heroin addict, the cramps keeping her paralyzed in bed, the pain making her a sobbing mess, forcing her to heavily self medicate with strong pain medication and then deeply sleep for what seemed like days.
Today, the medicine killed the pain, but her head felt heavy with dizziness. She moved away from the microscope, heading into the kitchen by holding onto the wall. Eating made the dizziness subside. Blaming it on low blood sugar, she threw a cup of noodles into the microwave uncharacteristically looking forward to the meal. A yearn to consume more and more food made the strange flu even more puzzling. One day she couldn't stomach a single thing, the next was spent binging on anything she could get her hands on. "What did you do to me?"
The warmth she received from the succubus filled her entirely, a strange power flowing through her veins, it boiled in the pit of her stomach until Bo weakly collapsed on top of her. For long minutes, she lied heaving deeply in and out, her lungs straining to get oxygen back into her body possessed by the succubus' power. Every organ, vein, and cell felt reborn. A new life flourished inside, replacing the old one. Everything felt wonderful, perfect, she drifted to sleep holding onto the one responsible for such heavenly sensations.
Waking up wasn't as pleasant, it was hell. Alone and disoriented, Bo was nowhere to be found as her mind became a muddle of thoughts and pain. Little knives were felt carving into her skull, a screaming woman penetrated the agony long enough to wonder if it was her own voice echoing throughout the bedroom. 'Bo,' the room felt like a torture chamber, it felt as if someone was purposely inflicting pain onto her body, as a result, she cried for a savior. The heaving of her sobbing frame caused the nausea, she ran collapsing onto the bathroom floor in a mess of shaking limbs and tears. A strange essence crept beneath her skin, she shivered feeling its invasion waiting for an alien to pop out of her chest. The thought felt more literal, her heart had been ripped out of her chest on her wedding day, there would be little lost in the alien's departure.
The sensation disappeared, leaving in its wake her thoughts of Bo. Something was wrong with her, stepping into the hall, seeing her enveloped in her own darkness, the banging on the wall should have signaled an alarm. Dyson was missing, if she could kill the wolf she once loved, anything was possible. The voice inside screaming run was drowned out by the fast beating of her heart ringing in her ears. Trick and Hale stressed the danger associated with her, standing near her, running away was the last thing her legs wanted to do. They slowly approached her with conflicted arms. What did they want more? To push her away or never let go? The succubus was infected, something was controlling her, the thought kept her from falling completely apart.
Bo was still in there, she just needed help.
Reaching out, her hand trembled immediately upon contact with the succubus' shoulder. Tired eyes watched her body stiffen immediately, turn away, and head for the exit. She was reminded of a wild animal seeing a human for the first time, scared for its life and running instinctively into the wild. It was like watching her heart head for the door, leaving her empty and dead inside. Without realizing it, she called out to her begging she stay.
The microwave beeped, she continued to stare at the noodles inside lost in a sea of emotion. The blue in her eyes, they brought sudden panic, dropping the bottle of Vodka, she couldn't breathe. That same evil glare was there on their wedding day, desiring death. There was nothing human in the empty stare, Bo was nowhere inside, she was at the mercy of a ruthless succubus who would have killed and left her sprawled out on the bathroom floor. She gazed terrified into those same eyes hearing Hale and Trick inside of her head. 'If you come across her, please remember she's not herself right now. Run and let us know immediately where to find her. She needs to be detained as soon as possible.'
'I'm hungry.' Internally, she braced herself for death, and then Bo did something completely unexpected. She took a step back, apologized, Lauren missed her hands on her body, missed their closeness, she missed the succubus so much that the thought of death couldn't keep her hands restrained, they reached out to her again with a kiss this time. She lost herself to the strenuous emotion accompanying loving a woman who attempted to kill her. The succubus wasn't there to love her, she was hungry, only there to feed. Her body no longer felt conflicted, she was angry and hurt, unable to look at the woman she once loved, she gave her sex to heal despite the pain that would accompany watching her leave, done healing for the night.
But she didn't heal, she did something else, something unexplainable. Lauren wasn't the same after Bo breathed an unexplainable energy into her, wrecking havoc on her human body, she didn't feel entirely like herself anymore. Underneath the brutal pain and illness, there was something wrong remaining inside, burrowed deeply within her blood. Bo's intentions were unclear, she was dealing with a murderer, Dyson was likely killed by her hands, and she felt violated by something dark. Her eyes strayed to the shattered glass remaining on the floor, the drink meant for the succubus' lips, a mixture of Vodka and a powerful Fae tranquilizer given to her by Trick. The night should have ended in the succubus' capture, a special cell and restraints made from an ancient Fae stone prepared for her arrival at The Dal, she rubbed her hooded eyes feeling a sharp pain run through her abdomen. What's wrong with me? She needed more pain medication, but a shoulder to lean on more. You hurt me and flee, what else is new?
The microwave beeped again, she reacted this time ignoring her troubling thoughts to devour high sodium noodles.
Who will it be tonight? Male, Female, who will have the honor of their thoughts invaded? The sound of a tree branch cracking underneath a black boot, a small rodent fleeing nearby, the moon lit the brush beautifully, highlighting the abandoned home. Their life taken away, I want to feel their body grow cold in my arms, their lips blue as mine shine a shade brighter with new life. I want to consume ten or twenty tonight, I want to feel them all die today. A blank expression accompanied the hungry thoughts, she yearned to kill, ever since her night with Lauren the desire was amplified. An unaligned succubus was dangerous, her boot collided with the door breaking the rotting wood off the hinges, watching it fly across the room.
The more blood on her hands the better, if only they were Fae, killing humans was beginning to lose its fun. The Nain Rouge's vision came to mind for the millionth time, the thought of warfare didn't seem so bad. It was very possible, she then thought of Trick, and that was possible too. Would she be able to kill her own grandfather? A body lied in the corner of the room, there was no time for foreplay tonight, the man would die in a nightmare instead of a hot sexy dream.
Abandoned as a baby with humans, she was beginning to feel bitter, unwanted. They were terrified of her, they wanted her dead from birth, they lost their chance. Kneeling down, her fingers found a head of curly hair and wrapped around a handful of crazy strands forcing the man's face up to hers. "Oh baby I like it rough." In the darkness, she made out his handsome features as he grinned wildly into her eyes. Reaching into the holster of her belt, he reacted before she could free the dagger. Twisting his body with all of his strength, his elbow collided with the side of her throat, knocking her onto her back. "So you must be the one invading my territory, killing my beloved patrons." He stood over her in a cocky manner, his heavy shoe landing onto her neck. "You've messed with the wrong Fae, my Darling. Do you know who I am?!" He was yelling now emphasizing his anger by pressing harder into her windpipe.
"I don't care." The dagger was freed painting the silver blade red with blood as it entered a fleshy calf. With her own cocky grin, she sliced through the muscle feeling the warmth gush out of the Fae, followed by his sudden screams. Pushing his tall frame hard, he stumbled backwards kneeling down to twist the dagger out of his leg. She was there before he could stand back up, sword in hand, the sharp blade came down to the back of his neck.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, the Morrígan would spend an eternity torturing you for killing her little brother." The Morrígan, the blade pressed harder into his skin at the sound of her name, the barest hint of blood staining the blade. "I mean it! My name is Mason and I am the younger brother of the Morrígan, she feeds on the success of humans, I feed on despair, hopelessness, and depression. Let me go and I'll talk her into a lighter sentence. You don't want to kill me."
"Don't tell me what I want." Sparing the Dark Fae his life was last on her list, his Fae blood leaving his dead beheaded body would bring excitement and joy, especially being the Morrigan's brother. "I've met the Morrígan, I can't stand her. I wish I had her head, but yours will be fun too. I'm not worried about a sentence from the Dark Fae, the only person here who should be worried about a sentence is you. Right now, I'm the judge and I'm not a very just succubus. You take after your sister, you're gorgeous but I would never feed from anything related to that ugly, disgusting species of Fae."
"You are an idiot!" He was beginning to sound desperate now. "Do you realize how much power my sister has? She will know it was you and slaughter your family before she kills you. You will suffer before being captured and then tortured, you're not the first Fae to mess with me, " he began chuckling as if he had the upper hand. "You don't want to hear the details of the hell she put them through before their slaughter. Kill me and your fate is set."
"I don't believe in fate." A sudden change in her eyes lit the dark room. They began to glow vibrantly feeling death in the air. His demise was close, intensifying her hunger. "I control my future, no one else." The Morrígan's little brother. The corner of her lips tilted sinisterly examining his broad muscular body. "Your sister can't save you now. In fact, she's the reason I'm killing you." His head fell to the ground in a subtle thump against the rotting floorboards, a large puddle of blood quickly forming around the headless body staining her boots in its stickiness. "I can't wait to run into her too." She spoke to the dead face, kicking it aside before retrieving her dagger and leaving the abandoned building.
Death was extremely liberating, she roamed the forest feeling higher than the tree line with blood splattered all over her dark clothing, skin and hair. The Morrígan's little brother's blood! His name wasn't important, she couldn't even remember it. Laughing, a hard burst of laughter escaped as she began running farther away from the city and deeper into the wilderness. She felt wild, the color in her eyes remaining blue as she continued to soar from the Fae kill. The reward of being drenched in Fae blood surpassed any human kill, she was hooked.
"This is why I was abandoned," she spoke breathlessly while running through the brutal brush, tearing thick vines laced with thorns with her bare hands, the pain as they dug into her flesh ecstasy. "I don't give a fuck, I'm not human." She thought of Trick. "He was a moron to think I would grow up like them," laughing bitterly, she could taste the barest hint of blood seep into her mouth, a large gash in her cheek responsible. "They were terrified of what I would become." Coming across a small clearing filled generously with moonlight, she fell breathlessly onto the grass and leaves facing the sky. "I was never human, I killed them when I was younger. I felt lost and alone, and then I found Kenzi and the Fae, Lauren and everything came together beautifully." The high was beginning to fade, a need to feed replacing the euphoria of murder. "I fell in love..." She was beginning to feel weak from not feeding. "But I'm a Succubus, and I will never stop killing."
"You look really sad today." Looking up from the small printed words, she met the wizard's eyes from across the coffee table. Really sad was putting it lightly, Bo's disappearance was becoming clinically depressing. Drinking every day wasn't helping anymore, she was beginning to feel little hope in ever seeing her best friend again.
"I'm fine." She lied unable to even smile falsely. "Lets just keep looking." Her eyes went back to the book full of words she couldn't understand, not that it mattered. Focusing was impossible with a hurricane of sadness roaring through her head, she spent the hours awake fighting back tears. Not only for Bo, but also Dyson.
"It must be hard being human."
"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" Her eyes remained blank staring at the ancient language.
"No, but I do have something that will make you feel better." His offer piqued her interest, she would take anything to kill the dark cloud over her head, even crack. "Fae aren't as in tuned with their emotions as humans are. We feel them, but we have more control over their affect on us. Losing your best friend must be heartbreaking, listening to everyone whisper about her crimes even more devastating. The way Sire Trick speaks about her, it's like he's plotting against a monster and not his grand daughter. You're the only one who still believes in her innocence, that must be difficult. I want to give you something to help you relax, you're a free spirit, wonderful, beautiful, and I hate watching you suffer like this."
A tear escaped running down her cheek, falling onto the yellowing paper. His words were spot on truthful, she felt like the only person on the planet who didn't see Bo as a killer beast devil. She was still her best friend and she had her back, even if the patrons at The Dal argued with her up and down about the succubus' intentions, she always had her back. "Yeah lets do it." She met his purple gaze. "Do you have Scooby snacks?"
The first joke of the day put a huge smile on his clean shaven face. "No, I have something better." Uncrossing his legs, he stood up from the chair and approached her, offering his hand. He helped her up and they put all the books away before leaving the library. The Light Fae National Guard kept The Dal cluttered, she didn't know there was such a thing until one day she woke up to several crowded hallways, occupied bathrooms and a shocking assortment of different arms. Trick and Hale gave long speeches, mapped out plans A to Z, spoke about rewards for finding Bo while her breakfasts, lunches, and dinners remained several shots of whatever looked strong.
Taliesin did a good job of keeping her alive. In her drunken state, she would become profanely vocal, cursing out anyone who accused her friend of being evil. Even the Blood King heard an earful one night, scolding her the next day, she was no longer allowed to bartend but stole several bottles of alcohol anyway for her and Taliesin. He didn't get drunk, ever, but was still fun to hang out with in the library or her room.
She was grateful for him.
The days were becoming more stressful as they passed, Hale and Trick stayed busy with their men, following leads that came from all over, most of them dead ends. The Blood King even mentioned using the great blood book to bring his granddaughter to them, terrified she was on a Fae killing rampage that would trigger major warfare. Even being unaligned, she was still the Blood King's responsibility. She heard several Aife stories, all of them horrendous and gory. They were going to kill Bo as an infant as a result of her crime, but Trick pleaded and convinced the Fae to give her a chance, sacrificing her to humans in hopes that she would grow up pure with a conscious and heart.
Kenzi believed it worked seeing only the good in her best friend, and knew whatever was wrong with her was out of her control. She lived with the succubus for over three years without incident, this wasn't Bo.
There was something else involved.
Reaching Taliesin's bedroom, she couldn't wait for a vacation from her worries. The room closely resembled her bedroom, simple with a bed, dresser and small closet. "Take a seat," she obeyed sitting at the edge of the bed with her knees drawn to her chest, watching him dig through one of the four suitcases lining the wall. A heavy looking box with a dark dragon painted on top emerged. "What I have for you is very special." He sat down placing the box between them. "It's just what you need."
A mason jar filled with a dark thick liquid was revealed, taken and handed to her. She stared at the contents of the jar losing all excitement. "It's called Ayahuasca tea, my own recipe." The texture of the fluid resembled a sludgy mud. "It will take you out of this world." She turned her head unsure. "Trust me, Kenzi. You won't be disappointed." With hesitant fingers wrapping around the copper lid, she opened the jar examining the vile drink up close. "Just drink a little bit, you've never done this before so it won't take much."
The taste was bitter and it was a battle to convince herself to swallow. After three decent swallows, she closed the jar and handed it to Taliesin. "That tastes like shit." She shook her head wincing terribly at the after taste. "I've never had shit before, but I just know that's exactly what it would taste like." He chuckled sipping it like a soft drink. "Where did you get that stuff," loosening up, she laid back on the bed staring into the only purple eyes she'd ever seen. They were majestic, "Were you ever a dragon?" She wondered out loud imagining a dragon would have those same eyes. "Can you breathe fire?" Her question wasn't playful, it was quite serious. "I don't like fire, I've played with fire, it's hot, it burns, it hurts."
"Don't worry, my dear. I'm not a dragon and I can't breathe fire." Her face remained on his face counting the thousands of neon colored scales, blue, green, orange, red and some she's never before, custom colors, Fae colors? She wanted to smile and laugh at the thought but it was real, her thoughts were real, like the dragon on the bed, sizing her up with purple eyes, were her eyes purple as well? Did he want to eat her face?... No this was a nice dragon, this dragon was her friend, he even smelled nice like a sophisticated man.
'I want to take you somewhere' the talking dragon spoke above a hundred other voices in her head. "Would you like to see the country?" He asked gently and the room faded into the sky, the dark orange and black sky with cyan blue clouds all around, she drifted through the strange sky watching the people below dance and talk, their words muffled and quiet. Turbulence under the dragon's wings rattled the setting, they lost control spiraling downward onto the soft ground. There wasn't an explosion but her friend the dragon disappeared into several shapes floating around the pink field. There wasn't any flowers on this ground, just strange pink strands of grass with eyes, angry eyes. She imagined them wondering who she was so she spoke to them. 'I'm Kenzi, I'm human.' Their eyes closed disappearing into their pink stringy bodies burrowing deep into the purple ground. 'Kenzi!' She heard her name spoken in the distance and waved enthusiastically at her best friend standing near a yellow tree trunk.
'Bo!' She couldn't move but sat watching her beautiful friend roam the empty garden, only the tree remained on this strange world. It was tall enough to reach the sky, she wanted to climb up its strong body but couldn't move from her spot on the ground. Watching Bo dance to the strange tune in the air, she wondered if there was a festival. Bobbing her head to the sound, it came off her neck at some point and drifted with the different shapes.
'What are you wearing?' The succubus was in a plain shirt and overalls, there was mud on the blue denim. 'Why are you so dirty?' Her friend laughed dancing perfectly in sync with the music, her body languid and natural.
'I live on a farm, this is who I am.'
'That makes sense, you belong on a farm!' Looking all around, she noticed the animals for the first time, unable to put a name to the strange creatures. They didn't look ordinary, they seemed more scary than safe, like monsters grazing the land. Bo's land, she was at her house, her farm. The home wasn't your typical farm house, it was colored black with no windows or doors, it seemed like a very dark and scary place. 'This isn't your house.'
'Yes it is, this is where I live.' The only tree on the land began to die, withering away before her very eyes. There was nothing nice about this place, the vibe in the air was almost demonic and evil. Everything around them was dead, even the shapes crumbled to the ground bleeding all around them. There was so much blood under her body, she watched the red fluid rise up to her chest, thankful her head remained floating in the air.
'We have to get out of here!' She yelled over to the succubus dancing in the blood as if it were a rain puddle and she was two years old. 'Bo!' Her friend wouldn't listen, she seemed lost in ecstasy, a euphoric fog nothing could penetrate. Drifting close enough, she was also caught up in the fog. A strange whirlwind of colors, it was like watching the big bang live in action, swirling and creating. What new life will pop out this time? The colors were amazing, they began changing faster than an on and off switch, she couldn't keep up with it all. The new world was calm and caring, she felt loved and understood for the first time ever. There was no badness, her past life was full of bad people who hurt her as a child, who abandoned and abused her. This new world was none of those things.
This new world was perfect.
The sun felt like a thick protective blanket, eyes closed, she basked in the warmth ignoring the smell of blood radiating from her clothes. A large hot bath would be perfect, she wanted to soak in a spring connected to the ocean and spend forever drifting away. Pirate Bo sounded fun, anywhere far from the place she once called home would work. Goodbyes to Trick and the Fae were unnecessary, they didn't trust her from birth, she was some sick experiment gone wrong. A tear would never be shed if she never saw the Fae species again.
No wonder Aife wanted to rid the world of them.
And then there was her human friend, Kenzi.
The young woman had spirit and more guts than most Fae she had ever met. A deep respect was felt for her, she would be deeply missed. The urge to seek and invite her to travel the world was strong, she trusted the girl with her life, but knew she would be safer at home with the Light Fae's protection. Dyson, Hale, and Trick genuinely loved her and wouldn't allow a hair on her unpredictable head to be touched.
Bo wasn't stupid. After beheading the Morrigan's little brother, she imagined hell itself would open beneath her feet and swallow her whole. She welcomed the idea, becoming hungry at the thought of encountering the Dark Fae leader and killing her too. It'd be the most insane game of hide and go seek ever played, she hoped the pompous woman loved to travel because finding her wouldn't be easy. No one would be able to find her, she would make sure of it by living on a boat and never seeing land again.
"Pirate Bo indeed." Brown eyes awakened, she sat up on her elbows meeting the familiar dead eyes of the Nain Rouge. "You look great." The appearing child smirked examining her bloodied clothes and body, "Perfect mermaid material actually, I would love to see your life devoted to the dark sea. You could become a mythical creature seen by humans, a television show to follow, create a home at the bottom of the ocean so our kind never sees the likes of you again. That would be lovely," the tilt in her lips disappeared and she became all serious again. "Luck would have to strike like a lightening bolt to make it out of this clearing, but as I mentioned before Ysabeau, tragedy follows closer than your shadow. There's no escaping the inevitable, you won't see much of the world behind the bars of your new cage."
The ghostly figure disappeared and in her absence, she heard the wilderness come alive with voices and snapping branches from all around. No direction was safe, the woods came alive in pure chaos, she stood up suddenly with the sun beating on her back drawing her sword. Listening to several people, some of them screaming various directions, their voices became louder nearing closer to their prey.
"Drop the sword, sweetheart." The first to step into the clearing held a bow, drawing back an arrow laced with poison crafted by a Dark Elf alchemist in Trick's teenage years, she knew everything in her grandfather's vault, but never imagined she'd ever come face to face with the mythical arms. Nothing surprised her anymore, she stared deeply into Tamsin's eyes fighting the urge to remove the bow and arrow with her bare hands, shoving the poisoned tip into her neck. "We are bringing you in for interrogation, you have a lot of explaining to do."
"Okay Ricky," she mocked lacking a silly 'I love Lucy' voice, there was nothing silly in the way her eyes changed wanting to devour the gorgeous blonde, both with her hands and mouth. The rest of her team was felt entering the clearing creating a wall around her aiming an assortment of weapons, she was limited in what she saw out of the corner of her eye. "If you want the sword so bad come over here and take it." She spoke seductively, sex oozing from each syllable. "I'm clearly out numbered, how can I hurt you?"
The blonde couldn't resist the chance to disarm her in front of a large group of soldiers. Everyone seemed to hold their breath as she confidently approached, bow and arrow held casually in one hand as if she were no longer a threat. Not even the darkness in her electric stare impacted her unfaltering bravado, her intentions were clear. The succubus watched her free arm rise to the hilt of the sword in her hand, feeling her fingertips graze her skin, the color changed instantly as she began glowing. Their eyes stayed connected, the Valkyrie's face changing suddenly to admiration and love. The succubus couldn't help herself, starving and cornered; she struck the blonde's lips like a snake bite tasting the barest hint of life in her mouth.
A high pitched whistle sounded through the air, the dart penetrating her neck.
Immediately losing balance, she fought to remain standing before darkness claimed all.
Driving to the Dal speeding while dizzy and heavily medicated was terrifying, she nearly hit several cars from feeling high and slightly disoriented. Parking in the well kept gravel, she opened and closed the door in a frenzy dressed in a white lab coat, shirt and black pants. Throughout her illness, she avoided the Fae establishment avoiding unwanted attention to her sickness. The dark circles under her eyes and the tint of gray in her skin was a dead giveaway that something was wrong. She put all worries aside having received a message from Hale regarding Bo's capture, she immediately jumped out of bed, popped a handful of pills, and grabbed her car keys.
The Dal was as crazy as ever with several Light Fae guards preparing for the succubus' arrival. The doctor fought through her dizziness and was able to navigate through the halls without swaying too noticeably. There was a lot of apprehension in the air as everyone braced for the worst. Bo was able to break free from chains once before, Trick made sure her cell and restraints were succubus proof. Lauren also felt uncertain. Bo most likely killed Dyson and she felt poisoned after their night together. In a past meeting with Hale and Trick, they discussed the outcome of failing to heal the Succubus of the darkness consuming her.
She agreed to do whatever necessary for the greater good of both humans and Fae.
Even if it meant taking Bo's life.
With a light rap to the door, she was beckoned inside by Hale. Trick sat at the large ancient desk speaking to one of three guards in the room. Hale leaned casually against the desk giving her his full attention. A smile shaped his lips, disappearing immediately. His eyes became strange, he seemed puzzled. "Tamsin and our men have done well, I'm proud. You guys are dismissed, we need to speak to the doctor privately now." Trick also paid her special attention waiting until they were alone to continue speaking. "Dr. Lewis, now isn't the time for secrets." She stood feeling attacked by his strange but serious words. "Is there anything you want to tell us?"
"I apologize, Trick but I don't know what you are talking about." Her brow furrowed in confusion, eyes going back from Ash to Blood King. The Ash examined her almost harshly, "What is going on?" She questioned uneasily too sick to play games.
"You don't smell human today." The Ash finally came forward causing her lips to slightly part in shock. "Your scent greatly resembles Bo, and I don't mean like her perfume. It's more of a biological matter, do you know what might have caused this, Doc?"
"Um.. I.. um," speaking coherently wasn't possible with the onslaught of thoughts filling her head. Whatever Bo did to her that night still lingered inside, wrecking havoc on her biological make up. The Fae around her, Trick and Hale, probably anyone else Fae sensed her as Fae now, not human. "Bo.. Bo.. I saw her," she spoke staring blankly at the corner of the desk. She had kept their encounter a secret knowing Trick and Hale would be upset. "I'm sorry I never mentioned it before, but she did come to me. My plans were to detain her, but I dropped the glass and she... Her eyes turned and she became hungry, I gave myself to her out of weakness for her and she did... She did something to me I can't explain... She didn't feed... She breathed a sort of energy into me, I felt it immediately and I've been deathly ill since."
There was complete silence in the office. Her eyes remained focused on the lines in the wood of the desk as she drowned uncomfortably in the tension. "How can we trust you after this?" Trick was first to speak voicing his anger. "When did she come to you?" He demanded raising his voice.
The doctor sympathized with him. The Blood King was under a world of stress feeling solely responsible for Bo and the amount of blood staining her hands. "Six days ago." The answer made his head shake in disgust. He opened and closed his mouth twice before anything came out. When it did, it wasn't quiet, soft or calm.
He was fuming.
"Do you realize what your secret has caused?! Last night she beheaded Mason of the Dark Fae. Do you realize how many people are going to want HER head for this crime?! He was a beloved political figure in the eyes of nearly every Dark Fae citizen. You should have informed us of her whereabouts immediately, we could have found her in time to save Mason. These are grounds for the death penalty, if she's lucky! Do you realize the amount of torture she will endure under the Morrigan's hands? She's dug herself into a deep deep hole, I don't even know how to go about saving her!"
"A member of the Dark Fae could still be responsible for her volatile behavior. A parasite or the Morrigan herself could be to blamed, we simply do not know. She's on her way, we will keep her safely detained and I will work around the clock to find and diagnose whatever is responsible for the erratic change in her behavior." They didn't relax much, but her proposition was the only solution to keeping Bo alive. "Hale, I suggest arranging a meeting with the Morrigan and Dark Fae elders to buy us more time."
"We'll have to make those arrangements as soon as possible." Trick chimed in deeply sighing. "When news of Mason's death gets out, we're going to have a lynch mob beating down our door to get Bo. She's not even safe around Light Fae, everyone thinks she killed Dyson also. She might have killed Dyson." Resting his forehead on his hand, he stared down at the desk. "What am I going to do? I'm dealing with Aife all over again."
"I apologize for keeping my encounter with Bo a secret, I now realize the dire consequences caused by my irresponsible actions. You have my word it will never happen again. My dedication to the Light Fae means the world to me."
"You are forgiven, Doc. Thank you." Hale walked away from the desk and began walking towards her. His large hand came up to her chin, tilting it upwards. "You don't look good at all. You can use one of the bedrooms here to get some rest. I'm going to call for a specialist to check you out. I'm not sure what Bo did to you, but you look really out of it."
"I'm heavily medicated, Hale. I'm sure it will pass in time, but I will take your offer with a specialist. If I smell Fae than something is seriously not right." The Ash nodded his head in agreement dropping his hand.
"I'll show you to your room so you can get some rest." His hand moved to the small of her back, casually walking her to the door.
"Hale, I need to see you when you are done." Trick called out behind them. "Bo will be here shortly."