The Mysterious Girl (Lost Girl Fan Fiction)

Chapter Three

"It says here that a 'Bwyta' or a 'Bwyta Emosiwn', which translates basically as an 'Emotion Eater' has the ability to literally feed off your emotions and get rid of them. They can even make you feel thing, both negative and positive that they want you to feel." Trick skimmed over the inner contents of a very dust and very old book, looking to help them all find out more about Eira. He took a brief pause, looking over some more words before continuing to speak.

"They're a rare type of Fae, not very well documented but as far as documents go, they've been around since the early Middle Ages. Origins in Britain." Trick suddenly slammed the book shut, which seemed a lot louder than it would normally in the empty Dal, before looking up at the whole group.

"Eira's a Celtic Fae." There was something in his tone that hinted a fact he seemed to be concealing but maybe it was more because he hadn't met a Bwyta in a very long time, a fact he wasn't going to mention. Not yet anyway.

The group all nodded apart from Eira, listening to what Trick had to say. None of what he was saying helped Eira one little bit, she knew all this already but if it was all information the group had to hear from Trick, then very well, so be it, she just crossed her arms and waited for his lecture of sorts to be over. Trick mentioned the history of Bwyta's and how Eira must have a Bwyta mother as the old rules state that would be the case.

"If the mother is a Bwyta and the child is female, that child will be considered a Bwyta, the same will be said if the father is a Bwyta and he has a son. That child will be considered a Bwyta." Trick didn't ease off giving information to the group from what he had just read, now leading onto further history which must be simply rattling around in his head, ready to come out. He let out a silent sigh, his expression drawing darker.

"However, to give an example, if you're mother's Bwyta and you are male, then back in the olden days, you were considered 'impure' and would be killed, though only after your abilities mature which wouldn't be until you reached puberty."

"So what...Eira's been running because she's, in the book's words 'impure'?" Bo asked Trick, her brows pulled down into a frown, her assumption to what Trick was telling them and what Eira had said the night before to Bo ...looking for you. Bo's attention shifts to Eira before anyone else can say a word. "Was that why you came looking for me, so I could help you to run?" Her expression changed ever so slightly to something showing sympathy, her gaze fixed to Eira.

Eira simply shook her head as she sat herself up and muttered a soft 'No.', her own gaze now never shifting from Trick. She was going to say more but she could tell that Trick had more to say and she knew he didn't want to be interrupted. Again.

"They can only mate..." Kenzi omitted a louder than she planned shudder at the word 'mate' but Trick just carried on. "...with humans or other Fae but they can't have children with fellow Bwyta's though no one really knows why."

Dyson's phone suddenly breaks the somber atmosphere of the room as he had to quickly walk out into the corridor to take it. Bo, once more quickly jumps in.

"So if you're not running away, then why were you looking for me?" Bo asked in a tone Eira was sure she wasn't wanting to use. It seemed a shade too abrupt for what Bo was trying to use which Eira simply shrugged off and turned to look at Bo, her big brown eyes pinned to Bo's.

"I don't remember what I said to you last night. Well not fully anyway, my memory hasn't been the best for a very long time." Eira admitted, honestly as she turned away to look at the tacky bar, tapping her long, slightly tanned fingers along the wood. "What did I say?"

"That you had been looking for me." Bo answered as she pulled a seat up by Eira, leaning her body to look at her face. "You really don't remember."

"No, I really don't. I remember, vaguely running and looking for a place to stop and then knocking on your door, but then the next thing I remember is waking up this morning and none of you were there." Eira's tone was down and sounded almost exhausted but something in her, a small bit of spark burned within her as she turned her body to look at both Bo and Kenzi who had moved herself sometime between Bo's question and now to a table nearby but everything she said right now was mostly to Bo.

"Hang on. Where were you when I woke up? You left me on my own, I could have been a serial...kleptomaniac!" Her voice increased in volume as her gaze once again fixed on Bo as she waited for an answer. Instead Kenzi spoke, though only to say a funny remark.

"You're not are you? I don't want any competition when it comes to things like that." An amused chuckle escaped her lips as she played with a straggly bit of fingernail on her pinkie.

Eira shook her head, her gaze only breaking to Kenzi for a brief moment before turning back to Bo. "No, I'm not. Where were you two anyway?"

"We went to find Dyson if you really want to know and of course to talk with Trick. We went to try and help you as you seemed to want it." Bo snarkily answered but tapered off a little towards the end.

"Right okay, but you still haven't helped me. I already know everything that has been said and for anyone wondering, my mother IS a Bwyta so I'm not actually running away, I've just been searching... for something." Someone. Eira wouldn't admit that she was looking for someone. Who, she did not know. All these answers still left, well unanswered in her head.

Bo and Eira had both briefly forgotten that Trick was listening to them both, not until he started to talk, though this time he was cleaning beer glasses and also, he too had at least one question to ask.

"Tell me Eira, have you been feeling like you've forgotten something? Or maybe even someone? I know you've told us that you're memory hasn't been great but I'm just interested to know what you think you're looking for."

Eira's heart began to race as she thinks, digging into every crevice of her mind looking for answers. She wondered what he was getting at but finally she nodded when she caught the words she wanted to tell Trick, her lips ready to form those first words.

"I'm looking for someone." Eira admitted, pausing for a moment, her gaze firm on Trick. "I just don't know who."

A broad smile suddenly appeared on Trick's face like some long lost piece of a jigsaw suddenly slotted into place.

"I know what's causing your memory problems."

"You do?" Eira instantly spoke, unsure of whether he really did but he just sounded so adamant that he knew and the others did say they would help her. "Seriously?"

"Seriously." Trick chuckled as he spoke, his eyes bright with his burgeoning news.

"Spit it out." Bo and Kenzi exclaimed at the same time, eager to know too.

Trick to a deep breath, surely just for a dramatic edge to the situation before finally speaking.