Fae-tal Affections

Tyring to let go of the person you gave everything to hurts so much. What hurts more is knowing that all you want is that one person who's in the arms of another. What more is there to do than get drunk and hook up? But never forget, one night stands have a habit of complicating things further, especially when feelings might be hiding just beneath the surface. (Rated M for reasons)

Chapter One: Fae-de to Nothing

"You can't help me!" Bo shrieked. I stared at her, willing my face to remain smooth, showing none of the hurt she caused.

"Bo, please, if you just let me-" She lifted her hand, showing me her palm, silencing me. I watched as she drew in a breath, slowly exhaling, calming herself.

"You don't understand, and that's okay, I don't blame you." Her words were condescending but I supposed her gentler tone was meant to ease the blow of her underlying meaning. I was just a human, unable to understand her situation in a way that he could.

"I'll try to understand, you know I'm good with Fae business. I can help you," I all but pleaded. She looked at me with a sad smile, cupping my cheeks in her soft hands. I finally saw the decision there, slowly rising from the depths of her brown eyes. How long had she been planning this?

"Lauren," she exhaled, her warm breath brushing my lips. I clenched me jaw, steeling myself against the onslaught of emotions that threatened to break free in the form of useless tears.

"Can you hear that?" I asked. Confusion filtered its way into her gaze as she slowly shook her head. "It's my heart breaking."

She gaped at me, her mouth opening and closing rapidly as I watched her flail for a decent reply, something she was sure would lessen the pain. She continued to flounder, pulling back from me and releasing my face. She was surprised, too accustomed to my lack of such blatant remarks regarding my feelings; Kenzi didn't nickname me the Ice Queen just for giggles.

"It's okay though, I can't really blame you." She winced, recognizing the words that were so similar to those she told me merely moments ago. "You're a succubus. You deserve… more. You needmore. I… I can't do that." I closed my eyes, refusing to look at her any longer. I needed to be strong, for both our sakes.

"Lauren, don't please just-"

I forcefully pressed my lips to hers, effectively cutting off whatever she was about to say. She didn't resist me like I wanted; instead, she tangled her fingers in my hair, parting my lips with her tongue, returning my passion with her desperation. I dug my nails into her hips, pulling her flush against me as we fought for dominance. She bit down hard on my bottom lip, filling my mouth with a coppery tang. With the sharp sting of her bite, my senses returned to me.

I felt my breath leave me and my energy drain as she continued to devour my mouth, her strength blinding her from my feeble attempts to pull away. I was a second away from truly losing myself until a certain someone interrupted.

"Bo?" a deep voice called. She jumped away from me, looking in horror at Dyson who stood in her doorway. How fitting that he would be the one to stop her from going too far and sucking me dry.

"Dyson I…" Her gaze flitted from him to me, worry and sadness clear in her eyes.

"She was just saying goodbye," I interjected breathlessly. The wolf man's blue eyed gaze never left me as I brushed passed him and out the door with my head held as high as I could in my state. I didn't spare her a glance, I was too afraid of what would happen if I did. I wasn't strong enough and I refused to cry, especially not with him there.

Sulfur, it's symbol is S, atomic number is16.

I drove straight home, ignoring the pounding in my head and not a single tear spilled from my eyes the entire way. Walking into my apartment, I remained quiet, no sobs escaping my lips. I turned to lock the door behind me, taking a deep breath before glancing around my cold, empty home. Could a place so dreary and lonely be called a home?

I stared at my couch, finally feeling my emotions build up again and suffocate me. That was where we first spoke about exchanging keys. That was where we would lay together, wrapped in each other, listening to music and losing ourselves in our lo- No.

She didn't love me.

She loved him.

I wasn't enough. Those nights… those nights that I held so closely to my heart and treasured were forever tainted with his presence surrounding her. It was all tainted.

Sulfur, it's symbol is S, atomic number is16, atomic mass is 32.066… it wasn't working.

I balled up my fists, grinding me teeth before letting out a shrill scream. How could she do this? How could I let her do this? I lunged at my couch, gripping one of the throw pillows in my hands and tearing it apart. The sound of the cloth ripping caused a sadistic smile to curl my lips. I grabbed the other pillow, hurling it at my lamp across the room. The loud crash of ceramic and glass shattering as it hit the floor made my heart beat wildly in my chest. It was exhilarating.

I went on a rampage, destroying everything I could get my hands on, raiding my fridge and bingeing. I flung the left over spaghetti from the last stay-in dinner date we shared across the threshold so that it splattered all over my front door. I grabbed my sharpest knife, the one meant for special nights of lamb and prime rib couple dinners. Gripping the handle firmly in my hand, I impaled the knife into the painting she bought for me, stabbing the very center before shredding it to pieces.

During my cathartic whirlwind of insanity, not once did I shed a tear or sniffle. I was hurt, but in that moment, my overwhelming anger was all I felt. I was lost in a haze of drunken rage, lashing out at everything that reminded me of her; which in my place was nearly everything.

Once I saw the mess I created with a slightly calmer mindset, I buried my face in my hands, dropping to the floor and sobbing.

I loved Bo with all of my heart, with every single ounce of everything I could give. I did everything I could, every single thing that was in my power to be enough for her, but I still fell short. Science didn't do a thing that was permanent enough to appease her hunger and I wasn't physically able to heal her wounds without dying. Instead, she had to run into the waiting embrace of that… that mutt.

I couldn't even hate the wolf! He loved her, he truly loved her. While he was standoffish and short with nearly everyone, when he was with Bo, and sometimes even Kenzi, he was visibly tender. His eyes softened and position relaxed, and he would just smile. The worst part was knowing, without a doubt, that Dyson would never do anything to purposely hurt Bo because he loved her, almost as much as me.

The burning rage returned, wrapping around me, clouding my thoughts, and forcing my body to stand. I squeezed my eyes shut, letting out a strangled cry before pulling back my clenched fist and letting it plunge forward. A sharp, shooting pain erupted from my knuckles, running up my arm and spreading throughout my body.

I yelped and clutched my hand to my chest, feeling more tears fall from my eyes. The pain was excruciating, all-encompassing. I felt my hand out, cringing and biting my cheek to keep from spewing out the profane words on the tip of my tongue.

Bo always loved when you swore, a small voice whispered in my mind.

"She's not here anymore!" With the last ounce if strength left in my body I punched the wall again with the hand that was already broken. The pain was too much. My body couldn't handle it; the physical and emotional toll of the night robbed me of my consciousness, so I fell into oblivion as my world spun on its axis and faded away.

A/N: So, Lost Girl's Doccubus is a new obsession of mine. I have nearly no idea what's gonna happen in this fic except for a few things as well as the end product. Anyway, tell me what you think, yeah? I'd really love feedback, it helps the writing process. Thanks for reading! I appreciate the time ya took and hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!