The air was thick with the pungent scent of decay coupled with an earthy aroma. The only thing to break the eerie silence was the sound of the small ripples gliding amongst the surface of water, and every so often the sound of water droplets. Then out of nowhere a voice, strained and distant cried out for her.

Tamsin! You gotta get up!

It took a couple of moments for the blonde laying on the ground to open her eyes and although it was quite dark, even the brightness of the natural light caused her to squint before she could focus completely. Startled by her clear change of environment, Tamsin gasped and jolted up so she was now sat upright. Her chest heaved up and down – the smell of rotten bodies was a smell that she was accustomed to maybe a thousand years or so ago, but now the smell made her nose crinkle and her stomach churn. Her eyes strained to adjust to the light as she inspected her surroundings further.

It was difficult – a thick mist blotted out most of the features, and obscured her vision. Looking down, she realized she had been lay on soil that shifted with her every movement. She was filthy, her hair matted with clumps of the earth, and soil spotting all over her clothes. Looking forward, between the mist and the darkness she could see that she was at the edge of some sort of lake. The water was black, and gave nothing away as to how deep it was or even what was beneath it. She listened for the voice again that called out for her, but heard nothing but the stillness of the water.

Groaning, she flicked the filth away from her hands and shifted her weight forward, standing up. Immense pain caused her to scream and double over. Clutching at her stomach, her hands were now dripping with her own blood, lifting her shirt up to assess the damage – she found a gash that started just to the right of her belly button and ended at the edge of her hip. Blood oozed out and showed no sign of stopping.

"Well, shit." She grunted, concealing the wound again with her shirt. She knew that this would probably seal the end of this life cycle for her.

Tamsin staggered towards the water, not caring what it contained. The mist swept around her, following her movements but forever clouding the vision in front of her. She strode through the water and chose to ignore its freezing temperature. However, her body gave her convictions away and started to shiver. Fighting against the resistance of the thick black liquid, she made her way forward until most of her torso was submerged under the water. Her feet were still on the ground beneath the water, but what she was standing on she didn't know. She could slowly feel the coldness infect her wound, spreading throughout her body and making her breaths short. It was the end for her, and she knew it.

"Tamsin! Stay with me. Please!"

Looking up at the black sky, a smirk crept on her lips. She could hear the echoes of the panicked voice, but laughed at the owner's fruitless attempts.

"Not this time, dog. I'm sorry." She sighed and closed her eyes. She should have known that she couldn't run over the wanderer. She should have known that he was tricking her into crashing the car and ultimately would lead to her going through a rebirth.

Allowing herself to fall back into the water, she let go, not fighting against the darkness engulfing her. She knew this wouldn't last, she just had to let herself relax and soon she would begin her life anew. She kept telling herself in her mind that she would never remember any of this, and hopefully the majority of the last few months. In her last moments her thoughts turned to Bo. Tamsin had never intended to grow so fond of the unaligned Succubus. Another thing she should have seen coming. Anyone Bo came into contact with ended up loving her, and those who didn't were either her enemy or a relative.

She prayed to whatever higher power still existed that after all this, in her next life she would forget all about Bo. As painful as it made the whole process, she decided silently to herself that she would not allow herself to live another life caring for the succubus or her friends. Bo was the single best thing that had happened to her, but thanks to The Wanderer she knew that their friendship wouldn't last and any chance of anything more was seriously out of the question. No, it would be better for Bo to simply be out of her life completely than to continue like she had been the past few months.

She had to forget, to protect Bo from herself. Their fight at the compound had been cut short by Tamsin giving in, but she knew that wasn't the end of it. The Wanderer would most likely find her and force her to bring Bo in, and that was something she just wouldn't be able to carry over to another life.

After what seemed like an age, her thoughts became silent. The darkness dragged her to the lake's floor, where she lay amongst other fallen warriors that had come here to give in.

After being engulfed in a black smog at the Dal, Bo found herself stood in a warm room. She held her hands out to steady herself, the trip sending her mind reeling. It felt as if she had just been spinning around continuously for at least ten minutes. After gaining her composure she realized the room she was standing in belonged to some kind of cabin or lodge. The walls were made out of wood, the furniture hand carved and a fire was crackling in the corner in an old fashioned heater. The place was cosy, like a small getaway that someone had built for themselves.

"I'm so glad you could make it."

Bo's attention turned to a man sitting at a table behind her. He leant back in a wooden chair, one leg over the other. He had a glass of whiskey in one hand and twirled the liquid around, causing the ice cubes to rattle against the glass.

Bo was immediately cautious, she looked him up and down before saying a word.

"A 'hello' or 'hey' would suffice." The man prompted her.

"Hello?" Bo scoffed and took a step back "Are you kidding me?" She shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Listen buddy – today I have been locked up, attacked by a Valkyrie and have almost lost my friends. So you better stop with the pleasantries and explain to me who you are and what the hell you're doing bringing me here!" Bo thrust her finger at him, accusingly.

"Darling, I believe you know exactly who I am." He sighed and shifted in his seat, making himself more comfortable. He chuckled slightly "Oh I know all about your escapades. Apologies for the Valkyrie's actions though." He tilted his head, "I hope she didn't harm you too much. After all, she was only meant to deliver you to me." He took a sip of his drink. "As for me bringing you here, well…" He lifted himself up, and reached behind his chair. He claimed a cane, and allowed it to support his weight on his right side. Walking to the fire, his cane made a tapping sound on the wooden floor. "I just thought we should be acquainted. I'm hurt you don't feel the same."

Bo leaned back, and furrowed her eyebrows. "You're The Wanderer, aren't you?" She stepped forward. "What do you want from me?"

The Wanderer sighed "All in due course my dear. For now return to your friends, back to your home. We will meet again in the near future."

Bo laughed, "What so you bring me here" she lifted her arms up in disbelief, "So you can send me back?" She gave a huff. "Your logic is seriously flawed."

The Wanderer scoffed, "Unfortunately my time with you has been cut short. But I will find you again, and when I do. We will break the Fae together." There was something about the look in his eyes that frightened her, when he mentioned the Fae his eyes seemed to glow with malice. Before Bo could retort her vision became hazy, her head felt heavy. A dark cloud engulfed her once more and she lost consciousness.

Dyson had managed to escape the crash by fighting his way through the crumpled mess that was Tamsin's truck. Shards of broken glass littered the grassy knoll, along with debris from the collision. Smoke clouded his view, but he continued to search for his partner amongst the mess. He panicked when he couldn't see her in the overturned vehicle, she must have been flung out when the car ran off the road. Growling in anger he tilted his head up and breathed heavily through his nose, ignoring the smell of his own blood in an effort to detect Tamsin's scent.

"There!" He growled, turning his head to the right he saw her lay amongst metal and glass. The grass that surrounded her was wet with her blood and immediately Dyson's heart sank. He held no love for the Valkyrie. She had tricked him a couple of times in the past, and had bested him on a number of occasions in the boxing ring. But she was his partner for solving Fae crimes and had grown accustomed to her company.

He bounded towards her and collapsed to his knees when he met her side. "Tamsin! You gotta get up!"

He turned her towards him and as her body rolled over it was apparent her injuries were fatal. Blood drenched her clothes, cuts and grazes covered her face and her shirt had been torn on her stomach, revealing the largest wound that even now streamed with blood.

"Shit!" He let out a deep growl. Tamsin needed help, and from the looks of her there was no way he could move her. He placed one of his hands on her stomach wound and applied pressure – hoping to keep her with him until he could get in contact with someone who could help. His free hand fumbled around Tamsin's jacket, praying that her phone hadn't disappeared in the collision.

"Fuck!" He could feel his temper rising, Tamsin's phone wasn't on her. "Tamsin! Stay with me! Please!" He stared at her, begging her to stay with him. The Valkyrie had been on bad terms with him, Bo, Lauren, everyone over the past few months. But he could see that Bo had grown fond of her. If Tamsin died, Bo probably wouldn't forgive him for it. His eyes grew wide when she stopped breathing. In an attempt to revive her, he balled his hands up on her chest and pressed down various times in a rhythm, but got no reaction from the blonde.

"Shit! No!" his eyes changed to a deep orange, and his whites of his eyes transitioned to black. Dyson's rage had gotten the better of him. He gave a loud snarl, and lifted himself up to his feet. There was nothing he could do for the Valkyrie now. She was gone and unlike some Fae, he didn't have any ability to bring her back. He turned his back on her, willing this not to be true. He took a few steps forward, to increase the distance between him and her dead body. He growled again, pacing back and forth. He needed to let his rage out, but after his time at the compound and the car crash, he was too exhausted to do anything. He slowed down, and his eyes reverted back to normal.

After a few moments he turned around to face her again, he would have to return her body back to the dark to let them know of their loss. He blinked a few times, and shook his head in confusion. Tamsin's body was nowhere to be seen. The grass that she had been lay on in her last moments was still covered in her blood but she was gone. Dyson ran up to the patch and inhaled deeply, there was no way she could've just gotten up and walked away from a wound like that. He growled in frustration, the only scent he could pick up from here was the blood beneath him. He knew that he wasn't dreaming, or delirious, he knew that this was real. Tamsin's body had disappeared. She was gone from this world.

A/N: Thank you for reading! This chapter took me a while to write, since I haven't written in ages! I'm sorry if it's a little too long and meaty for a first chapter, but I wanted to tie up the end to Season 03 in my own way So I'm planning for this story to continue on how I hoped Season 04 would carry out, and will lead to plenty of Valkubus I hope you guys enjoy!