Fan Fiction
This story has been set to a rating of R. Age verification is required to proceed.
Run – Chapter 3
Login to add story to favorites
(0 votes, average: 0.00 out of 5)You need to be a registered member to rate this post.
Loading ...
Bo looked to Tamsin. Tamsin wanted her to drop Evony on her head. Bo looked down on the Morrigan. ”If you weren’t dying, I’d tell you to go fuck yourself. ”
Tamsin touched Bo on the shoulder. ”She’s not making sense. Let her go, Bo. She’s clearly lost her mind, just look at her.” Tamsin tried to pull Bo away, her Valkyrie sense on alert, fearing where Evony was going with this.
”Your precious Dr. Lewis got what she deserved,” Droplets of blood stained her pale lips as she spoke. Clumps of grey hair floated to the stone floor and she appeared to slowly be falling asleep.
”Evony! Evony!” Bo shook her.
Evony inhaled deeply and with difficulty, even then, a satisfied smile crossed her lips. She raised her head and continued. ”My Massimo. I tried to stop him—wait, no. I didn’t. ”
Bo feared what she would hear next.
”He wanted to please me even after he discovered she turned me into a human,” she pushed against Bo’s arms with her last bit of life, wheezing and laughing. ”Before he ate the Origins seed, Massimo killed her. She’s dead, Bo. Your Lauren is dead and you are free from your human lover. Forever!”
Bo’s hands tightened around Evony’s throat, crushing her windpipe in a blind rage. Tamsin dropped to her knees behind Bo, held onto her upper arms, and rested her forehead on Bo’s back. She felt Bo’s muscles tense as she gripped Evony’s neck.
Her hatred for Bo flickered in Evony’s eyes. ”I win, Succubus,” she gasped, ”game over.”
Evony’s legs stopped kicking and her head dropped to its side. Her gaze froze and her tongue flopped inelegantly from cracked lips. Bo continued to grip at her flesh long after the gurgling from Evony’s throat had ceased. Then the sobbing began. Wave after wave of grief crashed into her as violent as any real storm, vicious in its strength and battering everything in its wake, thrashing at Bo’s sanity which Tamsin feared might certainly be lost and sinking to the bottom of a bottomless sea.
Tamsin pried Bo’s fingers from the dead Fae. Evony’s head fell back and hit the floor with a loud crack.
”I killed her,” Bo sobbed, ”I kill everything.”
”No, you saved us Bo. You saved us all.” Tamsin rocked Bo in her arms as she shook and cried, split open and raw with grief. Bo realized how much Lauren had conceded the day she had walked out of the clubhouse. More than just the argument, she had surrendered her love, her life–and for what? To be stepped over so easily as if she were a dirty penny on the street not worth a second or even a first glance. How had Bo allowed herself to be so careless with the gift of true love? She remembered how Lauren had left, wordlessly and without recrimination. This was all for you, Lauren had said, Everything I do is for you. In this moment and like many before it in the grand scheme of personal revelations in either Fae or human history, Bo understood at last the full meaning behind Lauren’s words, the suffering her callousness had caused, and the high price exacted for her arrogance; but like good advice or the best intentions, Bo’s realization came too late for it to do her any good.
The very night that Bo had slaughtered the Pyrippus and choked the light from Evony’s eyes, Lauren and Kenzi shared a bed in a luxury hotel in London. Without warning and in the thick of night, Lauren began to thrash and shriek, frightening Kenzi out of a deep sleep. Lauren swore her flesh was on fire and that her neck burned with the heat of a dragon’s breath. This would be the first of Lauren’s unexplained night terrors. The mattress felt like stone. Her ears were infected with screams of the damned. Lauren could not be consoled no matter how long or how tightly Kenzi clung to her. She sobbed until her chest heaved hollow and dry.
”We have to go back,” Lauren wept.
Kenzi held her close and felt Lauren’s tears soak through her nightshirt. ”Shush, honey, it was just a bad dream.”
”No, it’s not. Please, Kenzi, we made a mistake. Let’s go back,” she repeated, shivering.
”Why?”
”I don’t know—it’s, it’s a feeling.”
”Lauren,” Kenzi whispered and rocked her back and forth repeating these words over and over until they became their own private lullaby, ”We can’t go back. You know we can never go back.”
Comments
Leave a Reply
You must be logged in to post a comment.
omg yes you can kenzi go home now before its to late this was great I love how evony was dark right to the end.