The Wizard Of The Fae War (Lost Girl Fanfic)

Chapter 8

Lauren sat on a grimy box of who knew what and tried not to cry again. The tears only rolled into the cuts on her face, and that stung. It wasn't the worst pain that she'd ever experienced, and likely the very least pain she'd feel in the immediate future, but it wasn't exactly fun either.

Dyson had smacked her around some more before he'd thrown her into a van, and threatened her with torture and punishment the likes of which she hadn't heard used since the Dark Ages. He'd brought her to a closed and empty Dal Riata, and locked her in a disgusting cell tucked in an old storeroom Trick and his lieutenants sometimes used for prisoners they didn't want anywhere near the Light Fae compound. Lauren had thought that the torture would begin immediately, but Dyson had said that he didn't want her so damaged from his own punishment that she couldn't fully experience whatever nightmares Trick had planned.

Lauren knew that she was about to die a long, slow, excruciatingly painful death and her only hope was to go mad long before its end, but she wasn't crying from fear or anger or physical pain or desolation. She'd accepted her fate a long, long time ago.

She was crying because she'd never see Bo again.

Lauren blinked the tears away again, trying to keep the sobs at bay – if she gave in, she might never stop.

Lauren had known the Dark Queen less than a week, and so much had changed. In only a handful of days, Bo had reminded Lauren of what it felt to be truly alive - wanted, even - and she hadn't felt that in forever.

She closed her eyes and called the memories to her one at a time, hoping the repetition would build a neural pathway to images that she could easily recall when the pain was too much. She thought of the way Bo had looked at her, just that morning, with the sunlight on her long, dark hair and sparkling in her eyes. She thought of the way Bo kissed her, long and slow and deep as if they had all the time in the world. She thought of the way Bo's skin smelled – vanilla kissed with a hint of dark spice that made Lauren's heart race. She thought of the sound of Bo sighing as the last twitch of orgasm faded and her body was still.

And lastly, she thought of the feel of Bo's arms around her, holding her safely as if she were something precious.

The tears came again, and made the cuts in her cheek sting. She must have opened one of the cuts again, and raised a sleeve to press against her face. It wasn't exactly sterile, but she didn't have a lot to work with at the moment.

She had gone to the Dark Queen because, in the heat of the moment, in the wild of Lauren's escape, the rumors of the queen's iron will and drive to defeat the Blood King were exactly what Lauren needed to stop him. How could she have known that she'd fall in love? In a matter of days?

Who does that?

And while she hoped that Bo returned at least some of those feelings – which, remembering now the way Bo had looked at her this morning, was probably true – what did it matter now?

She closed her eyes and ran through the list again. Bo's eyes when she looked at Lauren. The taste of her lips. The scent of her skin. The sound of her sighs. The feel of her hands. Five senses, five fingers on each hand, five toes on each foot. She could burn that into her mind over and over until she couldn't anymore, and then replay the images until she herself was dead and gone.

She took a deep cleansing breath, and then coughed at the dust she'd inhaled.

Lauren hoped Kenzi was safe. When Lauren had managed to drop Kenzi's name and saw Hale's eyes widen, she did some quick math. Hale had always been more reserved and kind than the others in Trick's employ – he must have been feeding information to Bo. Hopefully, he'd told Bo about Kenzi. With any luck, Bo was saving Kenzi right now.