Chapter 3: Bo the Succubus

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The air turned white as it met her hot breath. It was quite colder here, Anastasia concluded. Much, much colder than the last place she had been in. Her hair, abnormal with its white color, draped over her, providing a sort of cover for her thin frame. It was quite clear that the thin leather jacket she wore would not suffice for this town. At least the people are decent, she thought as she recalled the wolf shifter. He was definitely not unpleasant. Anastasia glanced down at her right hand. It was still excited from the momentary burst of power. She sighed. Man, I'm really out of shape, she thought. Despite years of sleeping, her powers still knew how to act and find its target. Her chest tingled.

"I know, Eleanor, it's him." She whispered to no one. "I can feel it, he is the one who is going to be a part of it."

Something had drawn her here. Something spoke to her, and as always, Anastasia followed her instincts. Before she knew it, she had landed here. She didn't know why she was here; she just knew that she had to. As a guardian, she though bitterly, it is my duty. Pushing the dust off of her dress, she concentrated once more.

"Hmm," she said concentrating, "Now to find the other caller."

The people below didn't know what to expect. It was certainly not what they received. Her eyes had turned an eerie gold, and silver, translucent wings appeared behind. Taking one last second to secure the location, she took a breath and pushed off the ledge.

LSLSLSLSLS

Dyson was getting worried. It had been two days since he last saw Anastasia. Granted that it had certainly been an interesting two days, it still didn't account to why the woman was missing. As far as he knew, Bo was not acquainted with her in any way. Thinking of Bo, he groaned and slammed his head onto the bar counter top. Why did he sleep with her? He was still trying to find a reasonable explanation yet he all he got was that she intrigued him. She reminded him of Anastasia, but not exactly. They were both mysterious and independent, sure, but while Bo was a vixen, Anastasia was like an angel. Pure and strong, she seemed more for the light than the dark. Certainly not for me, Dyson thought, I've killed too much for her to be tainted. Commotion rose in the bar, and Dyson turned his head to greet the beautiful white hair of Anastasia Thornwood. She had changed clothes, he thought, but where was she staying? Abandoning his drink, he approached her.

"And where have you been," he questioned, making it so that his powerful body loomed over her smaller, more fragile one. "You know what the Ash said. You were not supposed to leave my side."

"And what makes you think that I care about what he said," her head bent upward to meet his eyes, blue on blue. "He knows me and who I am. Surely he won't punish you for my faults."

"What if he does," Dyson smirked as he leaned closer to her ear. "How would you repay me?"

He felt her smirk, her scent changing a little. This could mean something.

"I don't know," she whispered, soft and huskily. "Maybe the little succubus over there could help you."

"What?" Dyson's head snapped up to meet the raging, oncoming succubus.

LSLSLSLSLS

Bo had been excited to meet with Dyson again, possibly repeat last night's actions. What she did receive was the man leaning over another woman. Quite beautiful in fact, she thought, but still with my man. Her eyes, cautious and angry, glanced past Dyson onto the woman in question. She was pretty, but not Bo's type. She was a little too innocent.

"Well," Bo tapped her foot, "Is there anything I should know about."

"Nope," Anastasia replied calmly. "Dyson here was just questioning me on my whereabouts the last two days."

"And why should he?"

"Well," Anastasia glanced to Dyson with a smile. "You could say that he is my… warden of some sorts."

"Warden?" Bo was confused, partially because the image of Dyson as a baby sitter just didn't sit right with her. Maybe if he babysat me sure, Bo pondered.

"How many times do I have to tell you Anastasia," Dyson sighed. "I'm not a babysitter. The Ash just wanted me to follow you because of some favor."

"Did he tell you what that favor was?"

"No," Dyson shook his head. "Care to share what it is?"

She grinned for the first time, teeth pearly white. Giggling to herself, she skipped towards Trick and spun around.

"Nope!"

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"Kenzi! I'm back!"

Bo was deadbeat. After dealing with all of the commotion, and Anastasia didn't help, Bo was in dire need of a check up from her favorite "doctor". Too bad he was too busy dealing with the little miss, Bo thought bitterly. No, she reprimanded herself; don't be like the others who judged you. Anastasia could be nice, sweet, and caring for all she knew. Plus, it didn't look like she was moving in on Dyson in the bar. Bo sighed, rubbing her forehead. This major headache was really killing her!

"That's it!" She exclaimed. A nice evening with Kenzi was what she really needed. Not some sexy, sexy wolf man action. "Kenzi, get your butt down here or I'm starting the movie without you!"

Feet thundered and a head popped out.

"Movie?" Kenzi yelled. "Move over then!"

Kenzi leapt from wherever she was and landed squarely on Bo's stomach, knocking the breath out of her. Yup, Bo thought, soooooo much better than sexy wolf man time.

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"Is it her?"

"Yes mistress."

The figure peered through the open windows at the two females sprawled across the couch. One was obviously human and the other a deadly succubus. So ignorant, the figure thought, and so innocent to the world that they lived in.

"Mistress," a canine peered up at its master. "Do they know about their involvement in this? Should we warn them?"

"No," she replied. "Some things are better kept in the dark until the time is right."

Pushing a midnight lock of hair back, the figure leapt off of the building, only leaving behind a trail of scarlet feathers. Her summoning quickly followed through the dead of night. Some things were truly better as secrets.

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