Doccubus-Change my needs

chapter 2

Bo's POV:

Her hair is matted with sweat to her forehead and her hands are caked in dry blood but my god I have never been happier to see my beautiful Lauren.
"Oh my god Lauren!" I shout running towards her.
"Bo!" she yells opening her arms for me to fall into.
My arms encircle her and its like finally being home. I try my hardest not to cry but when I hear her sniffling I let out a few tears.
"Oh god my Bo" she sobs squeezing me tighter.
My Bo. Im her Bo.
"oh my god Doc, where have you been?" Kenzi questions.
By the look of absolute terror on Lauren's face I can tell she is not ready to talk about it.
"Ah Kenz, Im going to take Lauren home, let her rest and we will all talk tomorrow" I say gently steering Lauren out of the Dal.
I cast one look back at Dyson and cannot tell what emotion graces his expression.
Is it jealousy, or worry? Maybe anger. I just can never tell with him.
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After getting Lauren back home she is sat on the couch while I am running her a bath. Im really going to the extra mile, scented candles, bubbles, soft music. Anything for my girl.
My Lauren.
Right as I am about to turn off the water Lauren walks in looking completely blank faced.
"Bo..." she whispers forlornly.
"Hey Baby, whats up" I gently say reaching out to touch her arm.
She jerks away violently before collapsing in tears.
"Im sorry Bo!" she cries shaking her head from side to side.
I crouch down next to her pulling her into me and gently rocking side to side.
"Shh shh its okay Lauren, I have you now" I soothe smoothing her hair out of her face. She gently scoots away,
"But do I have you?" she asks casting a glance over to the corner were a mens robe is hung.
Dyson.
"Lauren... you were gone for over a year.. we had a memorial for you and everything" I say reaching out to grasp ahold if her hand. She lets me.
"I know Bo, its just..." she pauses distressed "anyone but him Bo".
"Lauren, I need to feed, its how I survive, and I trust Dyson" I say runing my palm along her hand.
"I know, I know" she whispers shaking her head.
"But if only you knew where I have been " she squeaks fresh tears forming in her eyes.
"Shh its okay baby, we dont have to talk about it now" I say caressing her cheek.
"Bo.." she says solemnly "you will think less if me when you find out what ive done"
"Lauren" I say tilting her head up so I can look into her eyes, "Nothing will ever make me think different of you, now lets get you cleaned up"
I help her to her feet and begin helping her undress, but she seems to have gone all shy.
"Lauren, whats wrong?" I ask.
"I dont want you to see, im hideous"
"Lauren please" I say gently stroking her arm.
She just simply nods her head. I slowly take off all her clothes. and I am utterly appalled.
"Lauren...." I stutter tears springing to me eyes.
There are bruises circling her wrists, ankles and even her neck. Her back is covered in long thick scars.
She burrys her face in her hands and crys "see i knew you would think I was ugly".
I pull her hands away away from her face and pull her trembling frame into mine.
"No Lauren. I dont think you are hideous. You are still as beautiful as the day I fell in love with you" I sniffle.
To see my lover in pain is almost torturous.
"Bo I love you" she says pulling away to look into my eyes.
"I love you too Lauren" I say placing a soft gentle kiss on her lips.
After her bath Lauren and I crawl into my bed together her curled up against my side where she belongs. As she falls into a deep resltess sleep I watch over her.
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We are all gathered in the Dal. The whole family. Kenz, Hale, Dyson, Tamsin, Trick, and I all ready to hear Lauren's story.
"I'm not sure where to begin" she says softly.
"just start where you are most comfortable" Trick says patting her knee.
"Well its kind of a long story, I had just gotten home and was about ready to get in the shower when I was knocked over the head, When I woke up I was in a dungeon chained by my wrists ankles and neck. My chains where long enough that I could move around. In my cell there was a bed, a restroom and a desk. And everyday I would wake up and there would be another case on my desk for me to review. The papers said I had a day. One day to diagnose the patient. and if I was wrong, or didn't meet the deadline a person clothed in all black with their face covered would come in. And they would whip me"
Those were the scars on her back.
I pull her close into me protectively.
"But thats not even the worst part" she says hunching over with her elbows on her knees and her head in her hands.
"Guys, the blood in my hands yesterday was not my own." she pauses looking around at all out faces.
"I think I killed the Moriggan."