Bo's heart is racing a mile a minute. She inhales deeply. "I agree," she says, looking up at Tamsin. "But can I catch my heart first?"
Soon to be dead guy's mouth is wide opened, his hands gripping Kenzi's shoulders. He lets go.
Dyson, who had his gun pointed at the Goblin, puts it away.
"That was…the scariest shit…I've ever seen…in my life," says Kenzi, wheezing like she needs an inhaler. "Never…do that shit again…"
"I want to say thank you, but I also want to run away in terror," says soon to be dead guy, still petrified.
"Dude…I think I'm having a…an asthma attack," Kenzi says, hardly able to breathe. "Seriously," she says, panting and wheezing.
Dyson frowns, standing to his feet. "Kenzi are you alright?" he asks, going over to her.
Kenzi is holding her chest. "Does it look like I'm alright? Didn't you see that shit? Fucking hands came out of," she stops herself, the attack getting worse.
Dyson holds Kenzi. Kenzi holds her finger in the air as if to give her a moment. "Paper bag. Left side, in the drawer, by the sink," she says.
Soon to be dead guy complies, returning with a paper bag, hands trembling all the while.
Kenzi begins inhaling and exhaling into the bag. "You know that shit…I was saying earlier…about personally thanking people," says Kenzi. "…I take all that shit back."
Meanwhile Tamsin is looking at Bo, and Bo is looking at Tamsin as if there is no one else in the room. Bo's body has calmed down from the incident, but her mind is still a bit disturbed by it. She stands to her feet.
Dyson notices Bo's and Tamsin's interchanging of stares. Not knowing what to think of them, he wears a peculiar expression. "Bo, you alright?" he asks.
"Fine," answers Bo, nodding her head, still looking at Tamsin. "I um, we have something to," Bo shakes her head, "Guys you think you can leave us alone for a minute? Tamsin and I have something to discuss, in private."
First an awkward silence ensues. Then. "Are you crazy?!" says Kenzi. Tamsin's and Bo's concentration is broken and now both are staring at Kenzi. Kenzi gulps. "No offense, but I know I'm not the only one with eyes here," she says, to Bo. "You saw that shit that happened to whatever the hell that was?"
"A Goblin," whispers soon to be dead guy, to Kenzi.
"To Goblin guy," says Kenzi. "And you want to be left alone with Hellraiser? Hell no. And might I add please don't kill me."
Tamsin gives her the usual smirk, her leg leaning against the back of the sofa.
"Kenzi," says Bo, with a frown.
"No Bo. This, this is crazy. Have you forgotten what happened last time?" says Kenzi, shaking her head. "Did you forget about Dyson's insanity and you unconscious? Not to mention me being put to sleep?"
Tamsin appears thoroughly annoyed now.
Soon to be dead guy looks so confused. "What are we talking about again?" he says.
"Kenzi's right Bo," says Dyson.
"Look you guys, I didn't forget about anything okay. But we do have to talk to each other," says Bo.
"Yeah we do, all of us," says Kenzi, pressing her lips together with attitude.
Dyson folds his arms.
Soon to be dead guy clears his throat. "Well since I don't have anything to do with anything, I'd rather take my chances with the powers that be outside of here. Thanks for saving my life by the way," he says, to Tamsin.
"Kenzi, you don't understand," says Bo. Soon to be dead guy shrugs his shoulders, acknowledging that he is being ignored.
"No you don't Bo, because if you did then you would see what I'm saying is right," says Kenzi.
"You're right Kenzi, I don't understand, any of it. But I want to have the opportunity to," says Bo.
"Listen to Kenzi Bo," says Dyson.
"I don't have time for this!" says Tamsin, clearly frustrated.
"Who you telling," says soon to be dead guy, under his breath.
"I didn't come here for all of this. I came to talk to Bo. And you can stop all of your worrying, I'm not going to do anything to her," says Tamsin. She sighs. "Look, I know that you all are still feeling some way about me because of what happened. I," she says, frowning. "It wasn't intentionally. I lost control…And if I harmed you well," she stops, clearing her throat. "I am, I feel um, well what I'm trying to say is." She shakes her head. "Fuck it. If you can't accept that I made a mistake then okay. But regardless of how any of you might feel right now, I came to talk to Bo, and that's what I intend to do." She returns her gaze back to Bo, whose eyes are glowing blue, apparently turned on by Tamsin's vulgarity.
"Was that an apology because I'm confused," says Kenzi, to Dyson and soon to be dead guy, who shrugs his shoulders. Kenzi looks at the Goblin. "Well I guess I can look over it this time. You did just save us and all." Kenzi shudders. "I feel like I need to take a bath in holy water. Anyway, you did only put me to sleep, which is more than I can say for the fugly Goblin," she says, shrugging and nodding. Tamsin frowns at Kenzi and shakes her head, then returns her attention to Bo.
Dyson sees the way Bo is looking at Tamsin. "Bo everything okay over there?" he asks.
Bo slowly nods her head.
Kenzi looks over. "Shit Bo, you hungry or something? I mean there's plenty of chicken left that hasn't fallen on the floor."
"Not that kind of hungry," says Bo, allowing her thoughts to stream out. Tamsin raises her eyebrow.
Dyson is now frowning. "Bo, what's going on?"
"Bo, sweetie, this chicken ain't gonna eat itself," says Kenzi, trying to assist, placing some chicken on a napkin.
Soon to be dead guy raises his hand in the air as if he were in a classroom. "I hate to interrupt this and what is probably going to be a very important conversation, but I just wanted to remind everyone that there's still that little problem of me dying in a few hours. I'm not trying to be a dick about it or anything. Just putting it out there," he explains. Then Bo, Kenzi, and Dyson seem to have snapped back into reality, attention to soon to be dead guy.
"Oh that is right," says Bo, her eyes returning brown. She looks at Tamsin. "Sorry, Shawn is a new client. I promised to help him reconcile things with his brother. But we can have our discussion after."
Tamsin sighs. "Fine." She looks at the Goblin. "So why was a Goblin trying to kill you all or should I even ask?"
"It's because of me," says Shawn. "A Banshee wailed for my death."
"Not that I care, but this has nothing to do with a Banshee," says Tamsin, now inspecting the Goblin. "If a Goblin's involved then someone most likely put a hit out on you."
Bo looks at Tamsin with surprise. Dyson does the same, but in a discreet manner.
"What?!" exclaims Shawn.
"And I thought that you were just having another episode of Final Destination," says Kenzi.
Suddenly Tamsin's eyes turn a milky black.
"Here we go again, brace yourselves," says Kenzi, picking up the broom that Shawn had dropped earlier.
Tamsin looks at the Goblin's corpse with her head slanted. "Who sent you?" she asks.
Everyone is now looking at Tamsin like she's off her rocker.
Kenzi laughs a little. "Um Tamsin, usually if you want to get information out of someone, you do it before killing them," she says.
The Goblin's corpse eyes open, a pale white.
"Oh shit," says Kenzi, jumping back, holding on to Shawn.
"What is she?" whispers Shawn, to Kenzi.
"A Valkyrie," whispers Kenzi, back to him.
"A Valkyrie? These powers aren't like any Valkyrie I ever heard of. Wait, it can't be," says Shawn, loudly, fear in his eyes. "You're not supposed to be real," he says, shaking his head.
Tamsin gives him a warning look. And Shawn puts both of his hands up in a surrendering manner.
"Dude what are you talking about?" asks Kenzi, with a frown.
"N-nothing. I don't know what I'm talking about. Just ignore me," says Shawn.
The dead Goblin speaks in its natural language the name of the person that hired it before it closes its eyes. Tamsin's eyes return.
"Okay. That wasn't as bad. Majorly creepy, but not as bad. Wait, how you gonna kill him and then make him talk to you? Now that's just coldblooded," says Kenzi. "And dude if I'm not mistaken that guy's name sounds a hell of a lot like your brother's, just saying."
Shawn is looking in disbelief, not from the corpse and Tamsin, well he is, but also from what the Goblin corpse said. "Liam. That can't be true. He's my brother, why would he want me dead?" he says, shaking his head.
"Shawn it's true. He blames you for him joining the Dark," says Bo.
"But that was eighty years ago," says Shawn.
"Dude can sure hold a grudge," says Kenzi.
"Is he still in his office?" asks Shawn.
"Last I checked," answers Bo. She looks at the Goblin. "I don't know about you guys, but I can't wait to get this Goblin out of here."
"I second that. Poor guy has had enough," says Kenzi, with emphasis on enough.
"Yeah whoever said that there was peace in death was clearly mistaken," says Bo, looking at Tamsin with a smile. Tamsin looks back with a soft expression.
"I'll report it to The Ash," says Dyson, breaking their moment. "And call The Cleaners to clear out the body. You can inform The Morrigan about Liam," he says, to Tamsin. Tamsin gives him a yeah-right look. He looks back at Bo. "You know, once Goblins accept a hit they won't stop until it's done," he explains.
"You mean to tell me it's going to be more of those? Oh hell no, ain't nobody got time for that," says Kenzi.
"All the more reason to get them to come together," says Bo. She looks around. "Wait where's Shawn?"
"Well wherever he is, he took your crossbow with him," says Kenzi.
"My bet he's on his way to exact some good old fashion brotherly love," says Tamsin. She heads for the door.
"Where are you going?" asks Bo. "I thought you wanted to talk."
"You know this talk is sounding more and more like a euphemism," says Kenzi, to herself.
"You have my number. Use it when you're done," says Tamsin. She exits.
"And wow," says Kenzi. "This has been a day that's for sure. And Tamsin," she says, shaking her head, chewing on a piece of chicken.
Dyson is looking at Bo as if she has some explaining to do to him.
"Did you see how she killed that thing? Talk about nightmares forever. And making the dead talk. That is one scary bitch dude. Her boots were hellified though. Gotta ask her where she got them. Think they were Jimmy Choo's," says Kenzi, now having a conversation by herself.
"Bo what's going on?" asks Dyson.
"What do you mean?" asks Bo, with a shrug.
"I mean what's going on between you and Tamsin, I saw the way you were looking at her," says Dyson.
"Yum. This is some good chicken, yall should try some," says Kenzi.
Bo frowns defensively. "And what way was that Dyson?"
"I think you know very well the look I'm referring to," says Dyson.
"I'm telling you, don't even need to put hot sauce on it," says Kenzi.
"No I don't Dyson. And I don't appreciate you talking to me like this," says Bo.
"Like what? Like I care about you? Like I don't want you to make any mistakes that you won't be able to take back," says Dyson.
"Seriously you guys, best fried chicken ever," says Kenzi.
"That's a tad bit presumptuous. And no, you're acting like I'm your girlfriend or something. Which isn't part of the rules remember?" says Bo, smartly. Dyson doesn't say anything.
"Shit Bo," says Kenzi, looking at them now like she was watching a soap opera. She takes another bite of chicken.
"And for the record, it's my life to make whatever mistakes I choose to make," says Bo.
"You're right you can. You can call her too when it's time to heal," says Dyson.
"Man you have no idea," says Kenzi, under her breath.
"Whatever Dyson," says Bo, with an attitude. "And I don't know why you act like this every time someone comes into the picture. You act like you're jealous or something. Which would be stupid seeing as you made it very clear that you wanted us to be strictly platonic."
Kenzi is excitedly looking on for his response.
"Think what you want Bo. But I know what I see," says Dyson.
Kenzi looks disappointed at his response.
Bo rolls her eyes. "I can take care of myself Dyson. Been doing it long before you came around thank you. And whatever happened to I'm here for you Bo, and I only want what's in your best interest Bo?"
"That still stands Bo," says Dyson, earnestly.
"Well okay, now that that's over. We have a brother to save and a death to prevent, so come on chop chop," says Kenzi, waving a piece of chicken in her hand.
Later. Bo was able to stop the two feuding brothers by invoking Agallamh. A ritual seldom used by the Fae due to it being pretty much suicidal. The parties involved must lay all their cards on the table by way of discussion in an effort to gain peace amongst each other. And if a peace is not met with said parties then the individual that called the Agallamh must surrender their life. In this case Bo, who employed the sacred ritual without full knowledge of it or the consequences. She succeeds however, with the help of Kenzi, and the two brothers are able to make amends with each other, and the hit is called off. The gang and the two brothers along with their father are enjoying drinks at The Dal in celebration, drinking to the level of smashed, laughing at each other's stories. Bo excuses herself, walking off to the side, making a phone call.
Bo comes back over and hands Kenzi a set of keys. "What's these for?" asks Kenzi.
"For you. I'm gonna meet you at home," says Bo.
Kenzi gets out of her seat and escorts Bo to the side. "You're gonna meet me at home? And how will you be getting there miss missy?" asks Kenzi.
"Well, Tamsin is going to meet me here. So that we can talk," says Bo.
"O-kay, talking, yeah sure."
"Seriously Kenzi, don't be like that, there's nothing like that between us."
"Bo, your eyes were blue earlier. And you weren't feeding, crazy, or homicidal."
"I was, I was hungry Kenzi."
"Yeah for her Bo. And don't give me that look. Regardless if you want to admit to it or not, you like her," says Kenzi. She frowns and smiles at the same time. "Boy what's in these drinks?"
"From the sound of things a little too much alcohol," says Bo.
"Good one. And okay Bo, be like that. But I tell you one thing, my name isn't Boo Boo the fool."
"I know, it's Kenzi," says Bo, with a smile. Bo gets a message on her phone. "Hey, I gotta run," says Bo, giving Kenzi a kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you later."
"Yeah, don't hurt nobody," says Kenzi, waving at her.
Outside of The Dal. Tamsin is waiting, standing next to her Ducati. Bo walks over to her.
"So where do you want to talk, back at my place?" asks Bo.
"We can go wherever you want to go," says Tamsin.
"Well then, I'm feeling a bit adventurous today, how about you take me somewhere Tamsin. I don't want to go home just yet."
"Hop on."
They both get on the bike and Tamsin rides off. The journey is a ways away. Bo is looking at the changing surroundings, going from houses to businesses to houses, to busy interstates to farms, and then green pastures. Her arms hugging tightly around Tamsin.
Tamsin slows a little, taking an off road route. The scenery drastically changes. The trees are leafless and decayed, moss hanging from their limbs. The grass once green is now brown and brittle. They drive on a dirt paved path that leads to an aged manor house that has been long taken over by vines. Vultures are hovering in the sky. Some are on the ground warring over a kill. A pack of wolves are playing viciously with each other. Tamsin parks the motorcycle. Bo steps off the bike.
"Remind me never to ask you to pick a place again," says Bo. "Had I known that we were going to Haunted Mansion I would've definitely postponed. And what's with you, I mean what's up with the dark and creepy?"
Tamsin pushes open a squeaky dilapidated gate. A water fountain that rests in the front has been replaced with rain residue, dirt and algae.
"By the look of things I'd say that your plan is to kill me and hide the evidence," says Bo.
"Come on," says Tamsin, she grabs Bo by the hand, leading her through.
They go inside of the place, an old and stuffy attic smell surfaces. Old pictures and paintings hang about, along with burned out candles. Sheets cover furniture pieces, and for those that they do not, dust covers them. What appears to be a library has several books missing from the shelves, a good portion of them on the floor. Some of the floorboards have come up, Tamsin and Bo walking across strategically. The wallpaper, stained and peeling. Cobwebs decorate the place. They reach the end of the residence, leading to the backyard.
"Let me guess," says Bo. "A burial ground awaits."
Tamsin smirks at her. They walk through the door, outside to the dark and gloomy presence of the estate. More wolves are running around. Others are watching their every move.
"Something tells me that these aren't the Dyson kind of wolves," says Bo, looking at them. "I swear if I get bit," she says, shaking her head.
There is a line of decomposing trees that spread across ahead of them. They walk through. As they pass the trees Bo's expression changes. She stands still like she needs a moment to take everything in. The grass is green along with the other trees and bushes. Flowers of different types are in full bloom, and plants of all ages spread far and wide. Colorful birds are soaring in the air.
Tamsin walks over to an apple tree and picks one, tossing it to Bo. "Shall we continue," she says.
Bo nods her head slowly. They walk together silently.
"You're quiet," says Tamsin.
"I know, sorry about that. I just didn't expect, well this. I mean with your powers and everything, it all just seem so dark, and seeing this, I mean, I don't know what to say," says Bo.
"With death comes life Bo."
They sit down on a bench enveloped by a garden of roses. Bo closes her eyes and smells the fresh scent of all that surrounds them. She opens her eyes and sees that Tamsin is staring into them.
"Um, so you wanted to talk," says Bo.
"Yes." Tamsin pauses, and then she frowns. "I'm not sure where to start."
"Well, how honest are we going to be today?"
"That depends. Some things I can't reveal Bo."
"Okay. Well what about us? Can you reveal what's going on between us? And was that real, with the woman and the guy, and us at the end?"
"That's a very loaded question." Tamsin's frown is stronger as she thinks on how to answer. She shakes her head. "I can't."
"You can't what Tamsin?"
"I just can't. I thought I could, but I think that was the alcohol talking. Anyway, you don't need to get involved in my shit."
"I'm not understanding you. Earlier it seemed dire to talk to me. And what kind of shit are we talking about? With the way things are looking I'm already involved," says Bo. Tamsin is quiet. "Just be straight with me Tamsin. Was that real? You, and me, and them?"
"I don't know what to tell you Bo. That day, I was, I had put myself in a coma, unintentionally. My mind had gone off to another place, another lifetime. And somehow, you came into it. I don't really know how it happened."
"Okay, well who was that guy? And that woman looked a lot like you, except there was something different about her. I remember her spirit, it was kind and gentle, and she was happy. There was a constant glow to her."
Tamsin is staring out into the garden, thinking. "Have you ever heard of the fairytale called The Dark Swan, about the warrior and the maiden?" she asks, still looking out.
Bo shakes her head. "Well I've heard of Swan Lake if that's what you mean."
"That's just a popular variation of it," says Tamsin. She stands up. "Well the story goes…"she says, telling the story to Bo. Tamsin begins tending to the garden as she continues with the tale, Bo following, listening intently.
Tamsin finishes, both with the tending of the garden and the story. Bo is standing there, speechless, wearing a bothered expression on her face.
"That was a beautiful, yet very disturbing story. But now that you told me this story, it does remind me of that scary one that adults would tell all the kids to get them to behave. It's the one that goes, beware of the swan maiden for if she is ever seen. Nothing but sorrow you will feel. Death will surely follow. Beware of the swan maiden those that love. For in your dream you will die. Never to reach the sky above. Beware of the swan maiden for if she is ever seen. Nothing will save you, not even a scream. I know it's not what you're talking about, but it used to scare the hell out of me when I was kid," says Bo, with a laugh.
Tamsin is quiet with a frown on her face.
"Soo," says Bo. "What ever happened to the maiden anyway? Did she ever get revenge? I know I would've if it were me."
"That was the ending. Far as I know it's not mentioned what happened to the maiden after everything, except that she was to roam the earth as a mortal to serve out her punishment. I guess when I find out more, I'll let you know. And revenge, well my bet is that if she hasn't gotten it yet, she will," says Tamsin, with a smirk.
"So, what's with the fairytale Tamsin? I didn't peg you to be a storyteller of sorts. Is it true or something? I can never tell with the Fae."
"Bo, with all stories there is a hidden meaning," says Tamsin, walking away.
Night is creeping up on them, the sun falling back for the moon.
Bo catches up. "So what's the moral of the story then?"
Tamsin stops walking and faces Bo. "That love will get you killed," she says, with a strong look in her eyes.
"Well okay then. Remind me never to have story-time with you again. You'll have all the kids running." Bo looks around. "It sure did get dark quick." Bo sees something sparkling up ahead. "Whoa what's that?"
Tamsin looks in her direction. "Oh, that's just the glass house. It is getting dark out here. We could go inside if you want. Unless you're ready to go."
"Inside is good. Besides, I'd rather explore some more," says Bo.
They walk to the glass house. And it was just as Tamsin referred to it, made out of glass. From the outside it looked like a small room, but upon entering was a different story. It changed entirely in form and size, appearing as a living area with a fireplace burning.
Bo looks in shock and confusion. "Um, what just happened?" She looks at the wall and can't see the outside like she could see the inside before.
"This place is enchanted Bo."
"Enchanted as in magic."
"You can say that. It helps me to sleep. Can I get you anything?" asks Tamsin.
Bo is touching on a sofa to see if it's real. "I'm good," she says. "Well I could take something to drink." Suddenly a drink materializes in her hand. "Shit," she says, almost dropping it. "That scared me half to death. How did this happen anyway, and is this real, or safe?"
"The glass house feeds off thoughts. And it's as real as me standing here talking to you."
Bo sips the drink. "Wine," she says, smiling. "I was thinking about how great a glass of wine would be." She sips it again. "Best wine I've ever tasted. I see the enchantment doesn't indulge in the cheap. Hmm, what if I said I wanted a million dollars? Kidding, well I think."
Tamsin smiles. "It doesn't work that way anyway. That's not what's in your heart."
Bo laughs. "So what you're saying is that the glass house is trying to tell me that I'm a drunk at heart? That's awesome." Bo takes another sip, looking as if she is thinking about something. She places her drink on a table. "So, what's your story Tamsin?" she says, walking over to her. "You must have one, or why bring me all the way out here? I know it wasn't to talk about fairytales."
"Maybe I wanted you to see another part of me."
The fireplace burns harder, sparks flaring up.
"Why would you want to do that?"
"I don't know Bo."
"I think you do Tamsin."
Tamsin turns around, her back facing Bo. "All I know is that the last person I um, didn't want to die, they didn't end up too good so."
"Wait, are you saying that you care about me?"
The flames in the fireplace are blazing in altitude. Tamsin doesn't respond.
"Well since we're being honest, I should probably tell you that…"
Tamsin interrupts. She faces Bo. "Don't Bo. Keep your words to yourself." Tamsin pauses. "I already know how you feel. I can hear your thoughts…when you think of me."
Bo smiles. Though she thinks Tamsin's words to be romantic, she doesn't believe that she can read her thoughts. "Oh yeah, so tell me, what am I thinking now?"
Suddenly the room changes, save for the fireplace still burning in the background, becoming entirely made into mirrors. A vast floor bed with white satin sheets appears, surrounded by roses, red. A strong yet gentle gust sweeps across them, their hair blowing in the wind. Bo looks at Tamsin and sees that her hair is draped in loose curls, and a wreath made out of white roses crown her head. Tamsin has on a white silk gown that frames her silhouette, the upper half, made completely out of white roses. Tamsin looks at Bo and sees that her hair is draped over her shoulder, smooth and lustrous, a single rose pinned into it. A long red garment hugs Bo's body that trails to the red roses that surround the bed, her lips and nails becoming the shade of them. Bo's eyes turn blue.