Chapter Eight – The Emptiness
Bo devoured the blonde's mouth, her hands groping, teasing. She was so hungry, her body trembled with desire.
"Mmm," Bo moaned into the blondes lips. The blonde's fingers touched her sex and ground herself into her hand. "Fuck, Lauren."
Then everything stopped. "Who?"
Bo pulled back, taking her face in, her senses returned to her. The passion quelled.
"Uh, sorry my head was somewhere else."
"Should I be worried?"
"No, there's nothing to worry about Piper, sorry."
She felt an ache, deep in the pit of her stomach and one in the center of her chest. It burned like there was a fire inside her bones. She blinked, shut her eyes for a moment and tried to feel the buzz of the alcohol in her veins again.
"What's wrong Bo?" The blonde asked.
Bo shook her head and reached for the bottle of tequila that was beside the bed. She dismissed the shot glass altogether and pulled straight from the bottle. The liquor swam in her brain, making it easier for her to detach from herself, for her to see what she wanted to see, or who she wanted to see rather.
"Bo?" Piper asked again as Bo put the bottle back. The liquor was doing the trick and she put her finger over Piper's lips to silence her.
She needed to feed. She let her mind go blank. She thought of her perfume, the feel of her skin and the hunger drove her. She kissed Piper with that burning fire that had taken up residence in her belly. Her fingers explored the blonde's taut body, her eyes flashed blue and she opened her mouth and greedily fed from the blonde Fae as Piper moaned in ecstasy.
She fed heavily, more than she should have, she left Piper with only a few small tendrils of chi left, the girl collapsed from exhaustion almost immediately.
Bo rolled over, staring at the ceiling. Would this ever get any easier? Would the pain in her heart ever stop burning so intensely? She had fed but she didn't feel satiated, if anything she felt hungrier. She looked over at the blonde beside her and only felt pain. She shook her head, feeling antsy and hungry she slipped out of bed, dressed quickly and tried to leave undetected.
"Where are you off to?" Kenzi asked, sitting on the couch with a bowl of cereal, she never took her eyes off the TV.
Bo had tried to tip toe out behind her but it was like the girl had eyes in the back of her head sometimes.
"Uh, to get a snack."
"The food kind of snack or the human kind of snack?"
"Uh..."
"That's what I thought. So you're just going to leave your date here for me to awkwardly babysit in case she wakes up? I might be your best friend but I didn't sign up for any babysitting duties."
"Trust me, she won't wake up."
"Well I'm glad you have such confidence in your work."
Bo couldn't help but smirk, even as terrible as she was feeling. Kenzi finally turned around to look at her. "Should I be worried?"
Bo gave her a half shrug. "Probably. But don't worry I won't kill anyone. I just don't feel like sleeping and I don't feel like staying in tonight. I'll probably go more buggy if I'm trapped indoors. I just need to walk."
"Ok chica. Call me if you need anything. And be good."
"I will, love you Kenz."
After three days of binge feeding, the hunger inside her had still not diminished, she returned to the Clubhouse finally. She returned to the emptiness of her bed and the undeniable emptiness inside herself.
"Kenzi! We need to get to work!" Bo shouted, dropping her leather jacket on one of the kitchen chairs.
"Ungh, no yelling! Some of us are still sleep," Kenzi groaned, sitting up on the couch.
"Sorry, I didn't see you there. Kenz it's noon, how are you not up yet?"
"Think of the words you just said and then ask me again."
"Okay you're right. Kenzi it's only noon, I'm so sorry I woke you."
"Yeah missy, you better be. Don't you come barging into the house after no contact for three days and start telling me what to do."
"Well, I'm sorry about that. I thought some space would make me feel better but it didn't. Now I know what will make me feel better, getting to work. I found a job."
"Ugh, well clearly I'm not getting any more beauty rest-"
"Like you need it."
"Kiss ass. What's the job?"
"Well it doesn't involve murder or anything so I know what you're thinking 'not our speed' right? But there's this unconfirmed Fae, a mystic of some sort, who has apparently been spot on with her psychic predictions, more than your average human charlatan. I think we should go check her out. It would be pretty cool to be able to find our very first unconfirmed Fae."
"Okay you have my attention. Let me get ready."
The mystic was working, where else? In a side show. Bo entered her tent while Kenzi explored around outside looking for gimmicks and getting intel from the rest of the sideshow workers about their opinion on the mystic.
"Hello, welcome. I am Madame Hella."
"God my friend would have a fit if she heard your name." Bo chuckled to herself thinking of the jokes Kenzi would make.
The room was filled with all the classic clichés, crystal balls, tarot cards, too much incense and different colored rocks covering most of the tables. None of that filled Bo with confidence that this was worth her time.
The mystic bristled and seemed offended. "It means divine woman in Old Norse."
Bo quirked an eyebrow, "Old Norse huh?"
"Yes."
Bo smirked. How coincidental that this 'human' mystic had a name with its origins in one of the native languages of the Fae.
"I'm Bo."
"I know who you are, take a seat."
Bo couldn't deny that she was intrigued.
"Oh yeah? Who am I?"
"The one with eyes both brown and blue, a healer always by her side."
Bo faltered for a second, "Well you might want to consult your crystal ball again because there's no longer a healer by my side."
"My power doesn't come from a crystal my dear and I'm never wrong."
"Never wrong huh? You must be a big hit with your lovers."
The mystic cracked a small smile and Bo smirked. "Well, I'm never wrong about readings."
Bo smiled again and shook her head, trying to focus. "Well if you're so certain your power doesn't come from the crystal then where does it come from?"
"You know where, Bo."
"Why would I know?"
"Because you're a Succubus of course."
Bo couldn't help it when her eyes widened in shock, she scrunched her brow. "So you know what you are?"
"Of course. I'm a psychic after all."
"Well why haven't you sought any other Fae out? Why are you hiding?"
The mystic took Bo in for a second, sitting back in her chair, opening herself up, dropping her guard. "It is amusing to me that you would ask such questions, the unaligned Succubus wants to know why I want no part of that world? Because it is corrupt, because though one side claims to be light and one side claims the dark, I see no distinction between them. From where I sit, all is dark."
Bo let her eyes do the thinking for a moment, taking in this 'Mystic Hella'. She already knew what she would do, she nodded, feeling as if she'd just made a true friend at arms.
"So, Ysabeau. Will you turn me over to the council?"
"You already know that I won't, I will keep your existence a secret Hella. I'm sure that you wouldn't have shared your knowledge of the Fae with me if you didn't already know that I could be trusted."
The mystic smiled warmly and Bo returned it, getting up out of her seat to shake her hand. "Well it was truly nice meeting you and if you ever need anything, don't hesitate to call me, here is one of our flyers, my number is on it. Us unaligned Fae have to stick together after all."
Bo winked and Hella smiled. Bo turned to walk out when the mystic caught her attention again. "Bo, before you leave. I just want to warn you that… things are not always as they seem, especially in the Fae world. There are dark forces at work, even with those you know and trust. Stay safe and stay cautious, I'm afraid your life is going to change drastically in the near future, be prepared and you will pass through the oncoming storm with more ease."
Sometimes Bo really hated how psychics spoke in riddles, even if this one was the real deal. She nodded and smiled again. "Thank you Hella. I'll keep that in mind."
"Be safe my friend."
"And you."