Lauren

"So here we are," Bo said, "Home, sweet home."

"Also known as The Crack Shack," Kenzi added.

I looked around the dilapidated building. "It's... nice."

Bo smiled, "I know it's not very pretty, but it grows on you."

I nodded as she walked to the couch and sat down, patting the spot beside her. I sat next to her and Kenzi sat on the arm rest.

"Thank you, again," I said, "for letting me stay here."

"You don't have to thank me. Even though you don't remember, we are friends," she spoke with sadness in her voice.

"Amnesia... it can be selective, rarely. What I mean is, I could remember tomorrow or maybe next week," I tried to assure her.

Bo gave me a weak smile. At least it was something.

"I realize it's considered bad manners to ask but, what kind of Fae are you two?" I looked between Kenzi and Bo.

"Well, I'm the human kind," Kenzi answered, "and Bo-Bo here is a Succubus."

"A Succubus? Really?"

Bo nodded, "Yes. You were the one who... diagnosed me, I guess."

"You mean you didn't know before? I've only been working for the Ash for about five years. Didn't your parents tell you?"

"Ah, well, I was adopted and raised by humans. The first time I met you was the day I found out about the Fae."

Kenzi stood up, "I'm hungry. Are you guys hungry? I'll go order a pizza," she said as she walked away.

"How long ago was that?" I didn't understand how Bo could've gone so long without knowing. Succubi have to feed regularly and their hunger and abilities develop during puberty.

"A few months ago," she said. "Before that, well, I had a bunch of... mishaps..." She looked away from me and down at her hands. "I didn't know how to control my hunger, but then... you helped me. You gave me some shots that prevented me from killing humans when I fed."

I raised my eyebrows, "The Ash let me help you? But you aren't Light Fae."

She looked up at me and smiled. "It was a secret."

That's when I realized that this woman in front of me had to have been special to me. It was frustrating that I still couldn't remember her.

Bo reached out and lifted the necklace around my neck, looking at the pendant that marked me as a servant to the Ash. She yanked it off swiftly, then looked me in the eyes. "Whatever you choose, nobody owns you, anymore."

The words echoed in my head, 'Nobody owns you...' Why did they resound through my whole body like that? It was as if I'd heard her say them before; the words made my heart pound as I stared back at her.

"Are you okay," Bo asked, and I snapped out of it.

"Yea... yea, I'm fine." I shook my head and smiled, "There's just been a lot of changes today. I still can't believe all this is happening."

She nodded, "I get it. There's been a lot of change for me, too." There was a far off look in her eyes. "How about we just hang out and watch TV while we wait for the pizza? Sound good?"

"Yea, sounds good."

Bo

Dyson arrived ten minutes after the pizza did.

"Any news?" I asked as he leaned in to greet me with a kiss.

"Not yet. Hale and I have been in the archives most of the day, but there's still a ton of ground to cover. The books and journals go back centuries and most are in dead languages," he explained.

Lauren walked up behind me, "Is there anything I can help with?"

Dyson shrugged, "Until you commit to a side, you can't gain access to the archives. The only other thing we can do is go through Trick's books, but we've gotten through almost all of them and haven't found anything that even remotely relates to what happened."

"I can head over to the Dal now," she said.

I turned to her and put a hand on her upper arm, "You can come with me and Kenzi tomorrow. Tonight, we're staying here."

"She's right," Dyson agreed, "You've been through a lot this past week, you should rest."

Lauren nodded and walked back to the couch where Kenzi was already almost done with her third slice of pizza.

"Bo, I know you have to be starving. You haven't fed in two weeks. We should do something about that," he said softly, putting his hands on my hips. I started to feel sick with guilt again. With everything that had happened the past few days, I'd put off breaking up with him. Dyson believed he was the only one I had been feeding from and the last time we'd had sex had been a little over a week before he'd gone into Limbo.

I forced a smile and tried to think of another excuse. I'd already had to come up with so many. "I would, but I should stay with Lauren. She's overwhelmed and going through a rough time right now. When I found out I was Fae I probably would've skipped town if I hadn't had Kenzi to lean on."

"Come on, we can be quick. And we can try to be quiet. I can't make any promises on the latter, though," he pulled me closer.

I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed back slightly, "Tempting... maybe we can do that tomorrow," I whispered seductively.

Dyson laughed, "Alright, but I'm holding you to that," he backed up towards the door. "I'll see you tomorrow," he said before he opened the door and left.

Later that night...

I quietly slipped down the stairs. Kenzi was already sound asleep, but I knew Lauren was on the couch. I tiptoed over and looked down at her. She was also fast asleep.

I had made her and Kenzi both drink the tea with me, so didn't have to worry about losing either of them tonight at least.

As I watched the doctor sleep, my heart ached. I thought back to that night, before she'd been taken to Limbo. I should have told her. I should have told her she was the only one I wanted, and I should've made her drink the tea. There were so many things I should have done.

I knelt by her head and softly kissed her cheek. "You were right," I whispered. "Bad timing really is our thing."

I got up and wiped away the stray tear that had fallen from my eye, careful not to smudge my make up. Silently, I left the house.

When I got to the club, it was packed. Crowded and loud. Just what I needed.

I had been coming here for over two weeks now. The place was called Wired. It was a mostly Fae club that sat on Dark territory, but those rules didn't apply to me.

I walked up to the bar and saw her. Her name was Sam. I don't know what kind of Fae she was. I didn't really know anything about her, just that if I drank enough, she started to look like Lauren.

When she saw me, she smiled and walked over, instantly grabbing a bottle of tequila from the shelf and handing it to me. She knew why I was here.

"Drink up," she said, leaning across the bar. "I'll meet you in thirty."