A/N~ So how is everyone enjoying this I haven't really heard a lot of reviews. Let me hear from you. Warning there be violence and Vex ahead. Yay! ~A

Chapter 3

The werewolf huffed in frustration as he came across another symbol in Trick's journal that he couldn't interpret. It wasn't the dialect or the fae's handwriting that were the problem. It was that in order to protect certain prophecies, the Blood King had incorporated certain symbols and so forth into his own personal little lexicon to challenge even the most gifted interpreter.

The redheaded detective was beginning to recognize some of the symbols but every time he went to the Blood King to get an explanation the bar keep would get an increasingly suspicious look on his face. On op f that the werewolf was beginning to believe this whole thing was just a wild goose chase. For a split second he even wondered if his friend had given up the book because he knew what Dyson had been up to and wanted to send him in the wrong direction.

Nearly two weeks later; Dyson left the Dahl, tired, frustrated and cranky. Bo had once again accosted the werewolf as he was just coming into the pub. She made the mistake of after he had just finished visiting a thoroughly miserable and exhausted Lauren. Apparently the succubus had informed the human that she was going out trawling for fresh meat and not to wait up. This after have five sessions of sex with the blond doctor and at least three chi feedings.

The detective had taken the doctor home and had the manager of her building change the locks. He had given the doctor a dose of sleeping draught that would heal the other woman and give her pleasant undisturbed dreams. Undisturbed as in even Bo pounding on the door wouldn't wake the lady doctor.

He had looked at the succubus with disgust, as he said, "Why would I sleep with someone so unfeeling as you?"

"For the release of course," Bo replied with a cheeky grin.

He snorted and his dead eyes had the succubus stepping back warily. "Release?" he asked sarcastically, "I'd rather turn a valve thanks."

He walked past her and gave the Blood King his journal back before saying softly, "Didn't find anything useful but thank you for letting me borrow it. Don't worry it's been secure and not out of my hands this whole time."

As soon as the words had left his mouth, he knew instinctively what would happen and his hand reached up to grab Bo's wrist before it could snatch the book out of Trick's hand. The bar keep held the book closer to his chest with a slightly haunted expression on his face. Without a word he disappeared down the stairs.

Dyson turned to look into the succubus' eyes when he said, "Not yours and not your business."

Struggling futilely to get out of his grip Bo said with a contrived pout, "I was just curious." When her continued struggling didn't have her being released she began to use more of her fae strength on the werewolves grip. Again nothing happened and she was beginning to get annoyed, "What's the big deal, it's just an old book."

"It's Tricks old book," said Dyson yanking her forward by her now slightly bruised wrist as he continued, "Not yours and not your business. One would think that after this long you would have figured out that some things are best left undisturbed by nosey little baby fae. Who apparently foolishly still believe that they know better than a race who've lived thousands of years without their input."

Bo's expression was pained and a little panicked as she continued to struggle to free herself from his grip. "Dyson," came Trick's soothing voice, "I'm sure Bo didn't mean…"

"I'm sure she did," Dyson said sharply, "You spoil her and let her get away with too much, we all have. Run interference for her, helped her when she gets herself into trouble and sacrificed for her ungrateful hide." When the words lisped through his fangs even Dyson recognized it.

"Tell me old friend do you know a way to resurrect someone from the dead," the werewolf asked. Dyson pretended not to notice how everyone in the pub had gone deathly quiet. He was also quite sure they, this little trio of which he was a part, were the absolute center of attention in the bar.

He didn't pretend he didn't notice the abject fear in the succubus eyes as he continued to hold her in place. The truth was, a very visceral part of him was enjoying the fear and thought for letting Kenzi sacrifice herself she deserved every bit of that fear and more.

He even thought Trick deserved the fear for his granddaughter that he obviously was feeling as he stuttered slightly. "Light fae have never…we don't know how. "If there is a way, I don't think any light fae know it. Dyson…?"

"Hmm," he rumbled, as he scented the fae before him, and then he said, "Too bad." He dropped her wrist and walked out of the Dahl.

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Dyson went to the library at the light fae compound as one of the Knights of the Light Fae he had permission to do research in this area. Anytime he was off he had been in here looking up information on resurrection rituals or resurrection spells. According to the library staff and curator and everything he had read so far it was as Trick had said.

Although there were some light fae had done research into the possibility no one had really discovered anything. In some cases it looked as if the researcher may have been making progress only to suddenly abandon the research, with reports of lack of success.

Then he finds it, a letter tucked into the file of a researcher who had died before he could actually complete his research. An unheard of event usually, but until he had found the letter the detective hadn't made that connection. Too focused to see the trees for the forest or whatever the saying was, he thought absently.

The letter was from the Ashe of the time and stated that he was not to complete his research into resurrection. The doctor one of the Stilskins had been informed all too politely that light fae weren't allowed to delve into the matter. The doctors response hadn't been included in the notes and indeed Dyson had a feeling the note had accidentally been shoved into the file when they were collected and added to the library collection.

The donation card said that the collection had been donated a week later, by the researchers family. After the doctors untimely demise, involving a hit and run accident, such a tragic accident. Stillskins were famous though for their toughness, agility and uncanny ability to teleport out of harms way.

He almost snorted at the absurdity of one of them being involved as the victim of a hit and run but erred on the side of caution rather than draw attention to himself. A little late for that a little voice inside his head said and he swore it sounded like Kenzi's voice. The same voice that was now urging him to get out of the library right now. He listened to the voice.

So if the light weren't even willing to let researchers investigate the issue of resurrection, he had only one possible recourse.. Go to the dark side, he thought as the exited the light fae compound.

He is walking toward the dark fae club known as the Carpe Noctum. He and Vex, the owner weren't exactly friends, but thanks to the human they shared, they weren't exactly enemies either. The club owning Mesmer might be willing to do him a favor. Especially if it involved getting Kenzi back from the other side. The werewolf was so involved in his thought process he made the near fatally stupid error of not paying attention to his surroundings.

Before he knows what is actually going on he's being pummeled by an entire gang of bikers who apparently know him. They keep calling him Thornwood, and there is something about him putting one or two of them in jail and after that his head was so muddled he just stopped listening, so he completely missed it. Pity.

"Oi, mind telling me why you're beating the werewolf up for?" said a familiar voice from the shadows.

"Move along little man this is no concern of yours," one of the bikers said not even bothering to look up from where he was kicking the detective in the ribs as some of his fellows were continuing to pummel the downed fae.

"Actually tis, you see I interrupted a perfectly lovely evening at the ballet for this," The bikers ignore him until he steps out of the shadows and says "Wait a mo, that gives me an idea!" he says with a cheeky grin.

To a man the dark fae biker gang drops Dyson on the ground rather painfully for the poor werewolf and begin to pirouette around the alley doing a surprisingly good rendition of Swan Lake considering their lack of appropriate foot attire. Dyson is able to see a slightly smaller biker jump into the arms of a large bruiser who lifts him above his head with surprising power and grace.

Before his hazy vision is filled with the image of a blue haired Vex staring at him as he gave the cheery greeting, "Lo Dyson, fancy meeting you here," just before the werewolf loses consciousness.

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A cool cloth on his face is the first thing the werewolf is aware of as he comes back around. The next is that he is being carried with surprising gentleness by the biker gang who had just tried to pound him into paste. Once again a blue haired Vex is hovering over him, the four men who are holding the four corners of what Dyson assumes is a blanket are looking straight ahead and only stop walking when Vex says sharply, "Oi, he's awake again."

Dyson didn't remember being awake before except of course just before he lost consciousness, but he was still a bit muddle headed and assumed that may be why he didn't remember. He was even more surprised when the Mesmer wiped his face with a damp cloth, a rather large white handkerchief from the looks of it and the fabric came away smeared with his blood. Technically, the blood wasn't a surprise considering the beating he had received from the gang members.

The fact the Mesmer would bother that was the surprise. "Lead on MacDuff," Vex said with a flourish of his hand in the general direction of the lead biker. The four stepped off as one showing a surprising coordination, until Dyson remembered the Swan Lake. The detective barely stopped himself from laughing knowing it would hurt like the devil if he gave into the desire.

They came to a gated wall and the Mesmer seemed to dance/skip forward to punch in a code on a keypad next to the wrought iron gate. A clicking noise was heard and two men with automatic weapons came out of the shrubbery and pulled the unlocked gates open. Dyson was impressed, even though he was wounded he should have been able to sense the two men being there.

They undoubtedly odd looking procession walked up the long winding drive, as the two guards closed the gate behind them. Dyson either fell asleep or passed out again.

When he came back around he was laying on a leather couch. Vex was sitting on a coffee table beside him holding a glass of whiskey that smelled of smoke and peat moss and home.

"Drink this, it will take the edge off that headache you have booming in your noggin," the Mesmer said as he handed the werewolf the tumbler of whiskey.

Vex stood up from the coffee table and began pacing back and forth as Dyson sipped at the whiskey gingerly. He touched his lip and realized that apparently at some point during his beating someone had split his lip, thus the tenderness there.

He decided to test his own memory, and surprisingly it was because of the head injuries rather than the presence of the Mesmer. He remembered his name, the date, he wasn't sure where he was but he remembered the stone and glass façade of the modern looking home. It was rather large from what he remembered of the little from what he had seen from the outside. "What is this place?" he asked.

Apparently surprised by the out of the blue question, Vex answered honestly. "It's the new dark fae headquarters."

"No modeling agency?" asked Dyson his eyebrows raised.

"Oh we still have that, it was a very lucrative business, the dark council does like their money. This is just a good deal more secure," he explained, "You're distracting me Wolf, stop it."

Vex came to stand in front of the other fae and said, "You're trying to figure out a way to get our little human back and you don't think to come and ask me for help, I'm crushed." Dyson is feeling a little insecure sitting in front of a clearly pissed off Vex.

He stood and wobbled slightly, before Vex looked askance at him and said with some irritation, "Sit back down before you fall down Thornwood." He then walked into the kitchen and rinsed the tumbler out in the sink and then began collecting ingredients and begin mixing an odd looking drink in a tall, slender glass.

He seemed to like to chatter while he worked, which is probably part of the reason that the Carpe Noct was so popular among both sects of the fae and humans as well. "So the reason that the light fae don't know or don't want to know abut the way to get the Kenziness back is because the spell, ritual or whatever it is that will bring her back requires sex, blood or death, or some combination thereof. Let's face it the light fae using any of that in their magic, yeah not going to happen."

While he was explaining all of this, Dyson decided to risk the Mesmer's wrath by moving over to the dining bar that wrapped around one side of the kitchen. Vex scowled at him but continued his explanation. Which absolutely made sense and went along with what the cop had found out earlier in the light fae compound.

The drink he served the werewolf was clear but violently red and sparkling slightly. As though someone had thrown a handful of glitter into the glass into a glass of nearly clear blood. Vex merely raised his eyebrow at the other fae as Dyson drew the glass closer to him and sniffed at it. Oddly enough his stomach growled at the appetizing aroma of the drink, without thinking cautiously about it, he tipped the glass and drained the contents. When he put the glass back down on the counter, it was to the Mesmer smiling at him before scooping up the glass and once again rinsing it thoroughly.

Confidently he took Dyson's arm and guided him back out of the apartment, he explained, "You know the reason the little human sacrificing herself worked is because she was so pure of heart. It's why most fae found her so…interesting."

"If you or the succubus had tried to do the same thing it never would have worked, actually it would have failed miserably."

Dyson looked up just as they passed through a set of double doors that led into a huge library, or perhaps archive would have been a better word. There was actually a wall with actual scrolls in it. Another held a rack of maps and there were glass cases spread throughout and several cabinets that held vials, bottles and jars with handwritten labels on them.

When they actually pass through the double doors into the main are of the library, Dyson's werewolf senses go a little haywire. Shows surprising strength as he supports the werewolf while he regains his equilibrium. "The Archive itself is magicked so that every bit of light, dark and human knowledge is archived here almost as soon as it's thought of and the archive itself is actually constantly growing, literally."

When Dyson shakes his head and tries to pull away from Vex the Mesmer releases him easily enough and looks around proudly as he continues, "Whatever you need, it's here. You just have to know where to find what you're looking for."

"And you know where it is?" Dyson asked sarcastically, as he gazed at the Mesmer doubtfully.