Wakey wakey, eggs and...huh? (Evan)
The night had been rough. The dreams were horrible. Someone or something had come for her, taken her from her bed, and held her. They'd fed her, but the energy didn't feel right. Then they deposited her a new place that was not at all her home.
As Bo stretched awake, she realized that the dreams were true. Or partially. She sat up and looked around at the normal everyday hotel room. It wasn't her place with Kenzi, and it wasn't any other bedroom she'd been in recently. It didn't feel like any place she'd been before, which meant she had the urge to stab. Or cut, definitely beat.
She slipped from the bed, wondering why someone took the time to tuck her in but not to dress her. Not one to be bothered by her body and lack of clothing, she moved through out the room, relaxing only a fraction when she found the usual black of her daywear, including the boots with heels that made her definitely taller. She didn't worry about the height, so much as she did like the way the heels made her legs look.
She worked quickly to get dressed, not caring that these may not be her clothes. She doubted they were as they felt much too new. She also didn't care that the small cache of knives looked nothing like her own. She was taking them.
Bo the Succubus who chose the humans and recently killed the Norn headed out of a hotel bedroom she knew wasn't her own. Or that was what she thought before she found a couple dead looking damn close the throes of passion; they were tangled up with each other on the couch. She couldn't remember feeding off them, and when she leaned over to hopefully save them, nothing happened. They had been dead too long, or she didn't kill them. She didn't know, but she wasn't staying any longer than she had to, which meant leaving what turned out to be a freaking suite.
"Why can't I end up in places like this on a good day?" She mumbled. She'd have to find a phone can call Kenzi. She couldn't bring herself to call Dyson; what if what she'd done had been for nothing? Though, she was tempted to hook up with Ryan - she felt a little shaky, and a quick fix from a fellow Fae might be what she needed.
She got a block away and came to a stop in front of a rather normal looking building. Something here called to her, whispered to the hunger she was worried would be too big after what she'd done. But, she couldn't for the life of her and her bloodline figure out what it was. So, she ended up standing in front of a window, staring at her reflection, wondering what the hell, what the very depths of Hell was she doing.