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�� The bars of florescent
lights came on in a burst of white, flickering and buzzing. The room became
clear and to Tamara, it was just as dark as it was with the lights off.
�� The walls were ashen
grey, the floors as well. The door, which seemed almost continuous with the
steel and stone walls, was the same dull grey colour. The only coloured feature
in the room was the white table where she lay chained, prone on her back,
staring at the flickering lights.
�� She had been awake for
a while but didn�t speak. Shame compelled her to keep quiet. If they knew she
was awake, they would undoubtedly ask her to explain herself and she couldn�t.
�� There was no reason why
she would throw herself at that man-thing�except for that voice. That echoing
resound that whispered to her, compelled her to follow its direction. Her hands
moved of their own will. She tried to stop them, but they moved nonetheless.
Lifting to grasp his hips, to slide down between his thighs and stroke the
thick erection there. They continued to work over his hardening tip, massaging
a tiny bead of liquid to spurt into her palm.
�� Tamara twisted in her
restraints with a whimper,
the mark on her hand began to ache again. She could feel that same wanting
desire thudding between her legs, wetting the table underneath her. She caught
herself pulling at the gown she wore and forced her hands still, swallowing
thickly as she crumpled them into fists. This sensation was too overpowering;
she couldn�t let it rule her, but it also hurt her not to.
�� When she refused it,
her body shook, head splitting with pain. Suddenly the light became too bright
and she turned as far as she could to shield her face.
�� Turned on her side, she
watched a fair skinned woman open the door. She entered the room, walking on
chunky white clogs to the bed. She leaned over and Tamara let out a thankful
sigh; her body shielded the light. The cuffs around her wrists fell away and
the woman, who smelled softly of roses, pulled her against her. Tamara recoiled
when she caught her face nuzzling against the woman�s heavy chest. She nearly
fell off the table but the big hulking bodies at her back steadied her. She had
not even heard or saw them come in she was so preoccupied with the woman with
slender hips but turning on her side, she could not help but stare now. The
orderlies were big broad-chested
men in crisp linens that squeezed around their chorded
arms.
�� Tamara slowly backed
away from them too, sitting at the head of the metal table. She pulled her legs
against her chest and hugged them close, willing the sensation between her legs
to go away.
�� Hun, are you feeling
ok?� the woman asked. She reached for the cowering woman but her quick protest
halted her.
�� Don�t!� Tamara
shouted, coiling tighter. If the woman even so much as laid a finger on her,
she knew she�d be all over her like she was with that blue guy. Tamara swayed
with the memory. It looked as if she would fall over the edge of the bed, but
the medical staff did not move to catch her.
�� A voice told them to
leave, immediately. �I think the doctor is fine. Could you and your staff
please excuse us, Nurse Lennick?�
�� Lennick nodded her head and motioned to the
orderlies to follow.
�� When it was just the
older man and Tamara in the room, he pulled a chair near her. He hung his cane
on the edge before easing into the thing, resting his withered arms on the
rests. His sad blue eyes canvassed the woman, noticing her timid and submissive
position, the genuine mortified embarrassment on her soft features.
�� Doctor Tamara
Knight�,� he announced with a rasp, the age
evident in his voice. �I am Professor Trevor Bruttenholm. How much do you know about where and
why you are here?�
�� He waited patiently for
her to respond. As if she was waiting for something that never came. She lifted
her head enough to look at him and finally spoke. �I�m not sure,� she sniffed,
wiping her eyes with her arm.
�� Hearing her voice
nearly break mid-sentence, the Professor eased some, feeling pity for the
woman. He believed Abraham when he said she was under some otherworldly
compulsion, but he erred on caution as a habit.
�� Would you like to tell
me what you are sure of?� he asked. Tamara shook her head and lay it over her knees. �Why
not?� he pressed.
�� She shut her eyes
tightly, shaking her head more. It was hard for Tamara to admit to herself, let
alone a complete stranger, what she was feeling.
�� I would like to go
home now.� she replied, earning a deep sigh from the man.
�� I�m afraid that is an impossibility, Dr. Knight.
Something was transferred to you during your encounter with the creature from
the museum. We would be putting the public in danger if we released you without
knowing exactly what that �something� is.�
�� Tamara made a pained
sound and pressed the heels of her hands to her eyes. �How is it that I can
hear you say I�m trapped here�possibly forever�and all I can think about is how
stately your voice sounds?�
�� Broom paused, blinking.
�I�m sorry, Dr. Knight, I don�t think I follow.�
�� You asked me what I
was sure of,� she began, massaging the mark on her delicate hand. She hoped
telling him more about her affliction would somehow translate to going home, so
she talked. She explained the first instant when she heard another distinct
voice whisper to her, the pain that was only eased with compliance. �But it�s not
restricted to men�.or whatever the Blue Guy is. When the Nurse came in, I
couldn�t help but stare at her chest and scent her. I�m getting excited just
talking about it now��
�� Broom watched her fight
with herself not to touch her breasts or between her legs. She finally settled
on clasping her hands on her knees when he spoke.
�� What can you tell me
about the voice?�
�� It�s male, I think. I
can�t tell the age. There�s no accent�.and it tells me to touch everyone.�
�� The old man�s head
tilted, �Even me?� he asked with suspended belief.
�� Tamara winced. �I�m
sorry.�
�� Don�t be,� he
chuckled. �I�m flattered. No one has looked at me like that for nearly forty
years.�
�� Tamara raised an
eyebrow. �Your wife doesn�t say it anymore?�
�� Broom looked to where
she motioned, the ring on his finger. He covered the hand with the other and
shook his head. �Dr. Knight, I�d like to take the opportunity to tell you that
you are not a prisoner here. Although the evidence seems to the contrary,� he
smiled, noticing her eyes went to the leather and metal restraints that dangled
off the bed�s edge. �You are a guest of the B.P.R.D. until we find a cure to
what ails you. I will see about getting you some more welcoming quarters.�
�� Broom stood on his
rickety knees and Tamara hopped anxiously to her feet, crossing the space
between them with speed. �I can�t stay here. I know I can�t go home, but I
can�t stay here either. Or around people in
general.� Broom looked at her with confusion and she struggled to
explain. �I don�t want to lose control again.�
�� Then don�t.�
�� But this thing�� she
whimpered.
�� Only has as much
control as you lend it,� he said, turning to face her. He staked his cane in
front of him, laying his hands atop its shiny top, looking as sage as his
words. �You always have a choice, Dr. Knight. And it is our choices that can
make us powerful beyond any imagination.�
�� Tamara held her sides
and watched the old man amble to the door. She pinched her hip to keep her
elicit thoughts at bay, trying to remember his words and not his voice as he
said them.
�� �It won�t help�.� the
voice chuckled, stirring her body once again.

�� The guards stationed
outside the observation room parted, causing a stir. Director Tom Manning
stopped his pacing as the Professor emerged from inside, his hands on his hips.
�So?� he anxiously prodded. �What�s the verdict?�
�� She�s not a violent
threat, Tom.� The Director sagged with a heavy exhale and Broom continued past,
saving the worst of his news for when he reached the lift doors. He stood in
the centre of the nicely polished car and looked at the tall man. �But she will
be staying with us.�
�� Manning broke stride
and walked toward him with finger raised, �Wait a minute, I thought you just
said she wasn�t a threat!�
�� She is not,� he
nodded. �Even in her agitated and altered state, I did not see the inclination
for violence. Nor did Abe, but we cannot in good conscious release her without
knowing exactly what is afflicting her.�
�� Manning resumed pacing,
his hands waving about. �How am I going to explain this to the Board? The added cost? I take it we�ll
have to give her own room, ship her personal items, all for someone who is not
even going to be an agent.�
�� I know you�ll make it
work, Tom.� The Professor said, letting the doors close between them.
�� He could hear the
Director continue to gripe as he travelled to the 51^st level. It
wasn�t unlike Manning to consider cost over life, but he generally made the
correct decision after he calmed. Hopefully he would do the same now, the old
man would hate to go over his head but he would in this instance.
�� Dr. Tamara Knight was
not unlike a few charges the B.P.R.D. had taken in over the course of its
history. An unsuspecting soul saddled with a sudden and otherworldly burden,
struggling to learn how to cope. She was, however, original in the fact there
was no diagnosis they could readily find for her condition.
�� The medical review of
the creature that attacked her hadn�t yielded any clues yet. It seemingly came
from nowhere, loping through the eastern seaboard until it trotted inland to
the small town. This lead the investigating team to conclude it was looking for
something in Parrish and its museum, but they had no ideas as to what yet. So
the area was thoroughly canvassed and all the museum�s artefacts confiscated.
�� At the moment, Abe sat
in the Professor�s office going over a few of the items. Hellboy
and Liz, seemed to be
helping, sitting across from the merman, making notes on yellow legal ledger.
They greeted the Professor as he entered but Broom noticed that Abe did not. He
mistakenly thought it was because he was so engrossed in lifting the hundreds
of year�s memories from the items. He was only half right.
�� In actuality Abe was
warring with his thoughts, wondering if it would be in poor taste if he asked
if Dr. Knight tried to jump him too. He read the old man�s thoughts as he
entered the room, not intentionally but because they were so forefront and
disrupted the normal frequency of the room. He knew that Dr. Knight had said
done or said something mostly amusing but slightly provocative, to the
Professor. Respect for his privacy prevented Abe from going any deeper, but the
temptation was there.
�� After he restrained the
woman and waited for help, there was a sobering moment of silence. Abe,
pressing all his weight against her to keep her pinned, met eyes with his
captive. He looked to his left and in the mirrored door of one of the clinic
refrigerators, her eyes stared back at his. The feeling that zinged through his
body defied explanation and welled what he would called jealousy at the thought
of the professor experiencing the sensation as well. But had he?
�� It wasn�t a
question with any investigative merit, but it was the one first and foremost on
his mind. So for that reason�the temptation to pose that specific and
unprofessional query�Abe was not going to ask any at all�but his mind continued
to churn. After a hard moment of staring at the 14^th century pendant
in his hands he finally reasoned that the Professor would later question him
about his lack of interest if he did not say something.
�� The�uh-woman�� Abe
said slowly, immediately regretting his word choice. �The doctor. Is she still...agitated?�
�� No. She was well
behaved during our meeting.� He chuckled, making Abe slightly curious what they
spoke about. �She�s in complete control�for now. Hopefully we�ll be able to
keep it that way.�
�� Do we know what is
inside her?�
�� What�s inside her?�
The Professor paused, looking up from the papers on his desk. �You mean what is inhabiting her?�
�� Yes,� Abe sighed,
shaking his head woefully, inwardly kicking himself again.
�� No. It could be a
demon, but a special kind,� he said pulling out a book to research the thought.
He laid the heavy volume on the desk and read a few lines before looking up at
Abe.
�� Did you feel anything,
Abraham? During your last encounter?�
�� Besides her hand in his crotch?� Hellboy
snorted. He winced when Liz slapped his arm. He threw up his hands, �What did I
say?�
�� This is serious,� she
snapped. �Abe needs to think.�
�� Liz was right, he did
need to think, but unfortunately Abe couldn�t remember much besides that, her
touch. The way her legs closed around his body, hugging him close. The
intensity in her eyes before she took his face in her soft hands and pressed
her even softer lips against his. The sounds she made when he seized her in
return�albeit it to lift her off him and draw some space between them�made him
feel wanted. As if she still relished the idea of his webbed hands taking fists
full of her hips and sides. And somewhere deep, so did Abe.
�� The incident tapped
some long standing memories from a forgotten time in his previous life, a time
when he knew a woman�s touch and hungered for it. But hungry wouldn�t be the
word he�d use to describe this current want. Ravenous. Voracious.
It was if the intensity with which she attacked him with transferred into his
bewildered flesh, and now sat bottled, with nowhere to go.
�� Carefully Abe set down
the silver pendant, realising he was near crushing it. The Celtic pattern of
the thing was already imprinted onto his skin. He massaged his hand
absentmindedly and lifted his head, surprised and nervous to find all eyes had
settled on him.
�� Liz was the first to
speak, �The Professor�s been calling you for a while. Found something on that
charm?�
�� Abe side stepped the
question and turned to face the Professor instead, �I�m sorry, what was your
question?�
�� I asked if you felt
something when Dr. Knight touched you?�
�� Nothing,�
�� Hellboy
stacked the papers in front of him with a chuckle, �Good ol� straight laced, Abe.�
�� Liz eyed the demon
critically. �What are you saying, Red? You would have let her jump you?�
�� Maybe,� he shrugged,
standing. �She�s definitely hot enough and no one else has tried.�
�� Liz tossed a stack of
papers in his lap and stood. �You�re a real pig, you
know that?�
�� She moved for the door
and Hellboy tried to stop her. He only meant it as a
joke, a subtle way of telling her someone else, like her, should try but it
backfired horribly. They argued heatedly as they strode toward the exit, almost
drowning out the Professor who chided his son�s ill timed wit. The noise grew
and grew as the argument lagged on but Abe was deaf to it all. He stood from
his place at the table and returned to his tank, hoping a swim would help re-centre
his jarred and lustful thoughts.

Three months later...
�� Tamara watched the door
open with fear. She knew it was him by sound. She could hear the tell tale
click and clack of the cane and shuffling feet before she even saw him.
�� So she left her desk,
abandoning the book on demonic possession and ancient spectres to hide like a
child on her bed. She lay down, ripping the covers over her head pretending to
be asleep, but he knew better.
�� He opened the door and
took a sigh so heavy, his shoulders slumped. Slowly he ambled closer. �Dr.
Knight, it is two in the afternoon. Even people with drug habits do not sleep
for so long.�
�� He nudged at the bed,
ordering her to get up and she flopped with the covers, turning on her side. �I
don�t want to do this.�
�� This is what we have
been working toward, Tamara.� he said almost plaintively.
�� For months Tamara had
been seen by behaviour and psychological doctors and professionals, even a few
animal trainers, who tried to help her smother her impulsive reactions. She
always failed the touch test, although even she could admit she was getting
better. A brush on the arm didn�t send her into a lustful fit anymore but
anything closer to her corporal body, her breasts, hips and thighs
specifically, were still �reactive zones.� Very,
reactive.
�� Broom held out his hand
to her as she moved and it brushed her neck. Tamara fisted the sheets with a
growl to keep from lunging at him.
�� I�m sorry, that wasn�t
intentional,� he said.
�� I know, neither was my
reaction, which is all the more reason to stay where I am.�
�� This is the way it
starts, Dr. Knight. You let it change one little facet of your behaviour and it
stars gaining control over you.�
�� Tamara narrowed her
eyes at the man. He knew the creature changing her in any amount was her
greatest fear. �You have been hanging around Director Manning entirely too
much.�
�� He has his uses,� he
said merrily. He handed her the gloves from her nightstand and draped them over
his arm, presenting them for her to take. �Shall we?�
�� His moustache curled
with his smile as she begrudgingly took them and slipped them on, covering the
mark on her hand.
�� Tamara walked a few
paces behind him as they strode the halls, pushing up the black dinner gloves
up her arm. They did not talk much as they moved as the Professor did most of
the speaking. The B.P.R.D. was truly a remarkable place; full of oddities she
had not even seen pictures of in her years as a scientist and it was the
Professor who gave her an informal a tour.
�� Walking past the more prominent
items on display in the cases that lined the hall to his office, he explained
the significance of each one and how they came to the government agency. It was
refreshing to him that the woman seemed knowledgeable enough to carry on a
discussion about each one but able to accept the unpublished truth behind their
origins.
�� There was usually an
unwillingness to believe Hitler died in 1958 but Tamara took it in stride, only
pausing to admire more closely the spear of Longius, the source of the dictator�s sudden and
dark power and the legendary spear that pierced Jesus� side.
�� Well, with all that
has happened, I think it would stupid of me to declare anything I have not seen
with my own two eyes as impossible.� She shrugged.
�� Then perhaps we should
give you a badge,� The Professor snickered. He had agents on his team, fifteen
years deep in service to the B.P.R.D. who amazingly still managed to be
sceptics. Then there were those who accepted it, but reluctantly so, like Agent
Clay who marched toward them.
�� He stood with legs
apart, his heavy arms propped up on his narrow hips. �We got a problem,� he
said flatly.
�� Of course,� the
Professor sighed. He looked over his shoulder to Tamara who intensely inspected
the golden reliquary in the case and asked her to follow him.
�� In his office where the
B.P.R.D.�s special team was already assembled,
Manning and his personal workers thumbed through papers on the Professor�s
desk. The Director took a double take when he saw Tamara follow in behind the
old man and the stocky agent. He pointed a damming finger at her and stepped
down the elevation, �What is she doing out of her room?�
�� Taking a tour,� the
Professor answered nonchalantly. �What seems to be the problem, Tom?�
�� The Director glared at
Tamara a second longer before breaking to conference with the older gentleman.
At the moment there were truly more pressing matters at hand.
�� Hespbarth is seeking to return, the place I am sure
you can guess,� Manning turned on a flat LCD monitor and the twenty-four hour
news channel was splashed with images of moving body bags around a peculiar
crime scene bogged down with marsh and swamp trees.
�� Ibira Parrish, Lousiana,� the Professor said grimly. �Who is the
demon�s contact?�
�� A Voodoo Queen named
Madam Larrioux,�
�� Vodun Priestess,�
�� Manning turned quickly
and eyed Tamara critically. �You know her?�
�� No, but the term
�Voodoo Queen� is a Hollywood notion. The
religion is Vodun, where
the root of the word comes from, and chieftains in it are priests are
priestesses. �
�� Manning looked back at
Broom with his eyes wide. All the old man could do was shrug. �She is not
wrong.�
�� Then maybe she can
tell me how to stop all the reanimated bodies that seem to be leaving
neighbouring graveyards in droves.� When Tamara gulped, Manning gave a
satisfied grunt. �So why don�t you have a seat over there and be quiet while
the real agents do the tough work.�
�� Tamara moved where he
pointed and plopped down in an empty seat across from Liz and Hellboy. Liz was the first to offer a comforting word to
the woman. �Don�t pay too much attention to Manning. He just hates it when this
kind of stuff makes mainstream news.� Liz moved to lay a consoling hand on the
woman�s leg and Tamara jumped, hurrying her feet into the seat, resting her head
on her knees. As her gloved arms wrapped around her calves, Liz understood the
action was nothing personal.
�� I forgot,� she said,
chuckling slightly. Tamara nodded once and Liz tried desperately to clear the
sudden and uncomfortable air. �My name is Elizabeth Sherman, I don�t know if
you remember me from the museum. It�s been so long and you weren�t exactly
conscious for all of it��
�� The woman�s sudden
nervousness made Tamara chuckle �I remember. Tamara Marie Knight. And you are
Hell-man, right?� she said glancing to the red agent at her side.
�� He snorted, �Hellboy,� he corrected bitterly.
�� But everyone calls him
Red.� Liz smiled, �Feel free to ignore him as well.�
�� I think that would be
rather difficult.�
�� Tamara�s eyes canvassed
over the hulking creature. To say he was large was an understatement. Most
likely to tend to the bandaged wound on his arm, he was topless, wearing
nothing but fitting black leather pants. Muscles rippled down from his thick
neck to his broad shoulders, coiling around his thick arms, bulging the taught and uniquely carved red skin
around them. She swallowed thickly as he turned, moving in his seat to face
her.
�� Hellboy
sensed the sudden change in the woman and flashed a white smile when he caught
her openly admiring his body. He purposely flexed just to make his pectorals
jump and Tamara gripped the edges of her seat, licking her lips.
�� Red, walk me to my
room?� Liz posed the question expecting an immediate and resounding yes from
the male, but he continued to stare at the Doctor. When he winked, Liz stood
and outright tugged at his arm. �Get up and walk me to my room!� she ordered.
�� And leave our guest?�
he said with mock surprise. Liz narrowed her eyes again and Hellboy
let out an exasperated sigh, slapping his hands on his knees and then rocking
in his seat to stand. �You really need to make up your mind, Lizzy.�
�� Just walk,� she
mumbled.
�� Liz, knowing the woman
could not help herself, was still angry that she thought to look at Hellboy like she did. Even so, she managed to give Tamara a
polite smile and nod as they moved for the door, not really thinking of the
reasons why she was so currently jealous.
�� Tamara struggled to
keep her face forward as they passed, but the temptation to see the demon�s
backside flex as he walked away was damn near crippling. Broom walked up behind
her just as she started her heavy breathing. Seeing her hands rhythmically ball
into fists and open again made him proud, at least she was trying to combat
whatever was working inside her, using the techniques the professionals taught
her.
�� He stood across from
her and Tamara opened her eyes, smiling nervously. �I think I might have upset
Liz. I didn�t know she and Hellboy were together.�
�� I do not think they
know either.� He chuckled, �But I�m sure she understands your condition.
Besides, I brought you here to meet Abraham.�
��
�� Broom moved to the
glass tank at her side that she somehow seemed to not see. It surprised her
that the Blue Guy came right up to the pane, as if called, but the Professor had
not said one word. He nodded once, almost giving a reverent bow to the old man,
and then shot up to the top like a dart. The next time Tamara saw him he stood
in front of her. She hid her face with her hand, partly from shame and partly
from fear, but not of him. Abe looked away as well, but from shame alone. He
was mortified of the thoughts he once entertained of the shying woman.
�� Broom, standing almost
two feet under male, craned his neck to look up. �Can you read her, Abraham?�
�� It did not work before,
but I suppose I can try again.�
�� Without touching,�
Tamara said quickly. Abe turned his head, staring into her eyes.
�� If he ever had the idea
she acted out of attraction to him in the clinic, it was stamped out then. She
looked mortified at the thought of him laying his pebbly palmed hands on her.
Abe folded his arms behind his back and nodded.
�� Without touching,� he
assured. Tamara nodded, looking away again and he moved closer, opening every
channel he psychically could before shaking his head woefully. �Her head
is completely empty.� Tamara looked up at him and Abe stammered,
�Of thoughts!� he exclaimed. Her expression did not change to one of
understanding and Abe realised he had not done much better in explaining his
meaning. ��Not that you do not think, or that you are not smart, of course you
know you are, you have a Ph.D., like myself, not that you need one to be smart,
I just�.excuse me, won�t you?�
�� Abe moved to the table
of work he left near the shelves and Tamara watched him go. Wearily he put his
hands on the table and let his head sink, rising the finned shoulder blades
sharply from his back.
�� Broom lamely tried to
smooth things over. �You will have to excuse Abraham. He, as do most of our
Agents, have difficulty socialising in a normal capacity although he is usually
more eloquent.�
�� It is true,� Abe
sighed exhaustedly.
�� Clay, hunched over
Professor�s desk with Manning�s men, snapped his fingers in the air. They found
something of interest and hailed the old man over. Broom excused himself and
Tamara rocked in place, trying not to look over where Abe was. He sat in a
chair now, his head buried in his hands, muttering nonsense. He was beating
himself up entirely too much over something that could not be helped. She
wanted to tell him as much, but she didn�t want to risk making the situation
worse�but her mind would not let her be.
�� Tamara pushed up her
gloves as she neared the man again, standing directly at his side before softly
clearing her throat. Abe sat bolt upright immediately, not used to being
surprised and at the same time, surprised to see her so close.
�� It�s alright,� she
said, taking a seat one chair away from him. �I think I know why you�re so
skittish. I am too,� she smiled nervously. �Our first two encounters were memorable.
The first time I fainted, the second time I�.�
�� Tamara�s voice faded
and Abe tried pitifully to engage her in a more comfortable topic. �Believe it
or not, that kind of thing happens all the time�the fainting,� he added
quickly, �not the other part.�
�� The �other part� is
what I am really sorry for,� she sighed.
�� Abe tried not to look
so disappointed by her words, squaring his slender shoulders. �I understand it
was not your doing, Dr. Knight� he said stiffly.
�� The conversation came
to an uncomfortable stop after that. Abe looked at his twittering fingers while
Tamara searched endlessly around the room for something else to talk about. She
didn�t have to look too much further than papers and items spread out in front
of her. She lifted an 8x10 glossy photo from the table and posed the question,
�Is this where the Vodun
Priestess lives?�
�� Abe seemingly snapped
to life, lifting his head and peering over her arms to look at the picture,
careful not to touch her. �Yes. How did you know?�
�� The swirling halo of
black clouds was a clue.� She pointed above the white pillared southern mansion
in the photo. �I am no expert but that screams bad news.�
�� Too bad the townsfolk
did not share your common sensibilities,� Abe griped, laying out a few photos
in front of her. They were pictures of bodies, found in various states of
mutilation. Tamara gasped and Abe realised she probably wasn�t accustomed to
seeing such acts of violence and scooped them up. A gloved hand on his wrist
stopped him cold.
�� It�s ok,� she said
taking them back. �I just wasn�t prepared to see them.� She flipped through the
few pages, laying them back out onto the table. �What happened to them?�
�� Abe explained they went
as a group to confront the Priestess. �They showed up in classic small town
fashion, armed with double barrel shot guns and pitchforks, demanding she
leave. Larrioux scattered
them with a lightening bolt she called from the sky and while they ran for
escape into the woods, she struck them down one by one, claiming their souls.�
�� If they were all
killed, how do you know what happened?�
�� Abe pointed to a photo
of a dark haired man, his face caved in, black singeing outline his open mouth.
�This watch belonged to Monsignor Earlwile,
the man in this photo.� Abe handed her the silver pocket timepiece. �When I
touch it, I can see what happened.�
�� Tamara smiled at the
bit of silver, �Nifty gift you got there, Blue Guy.�
�� When it works,� he
nodded.
�� It disappointed him
greatly that he could not glean her thoughts at the moment. She seemed content
enough, smiling as she went through more paperwork, asking him pointed
questions as she did but she never looked at him. Not even when she spoke or
when he came to sit next to her but even so they managed to carry on a lively
conversation.
�� What is Larrioux going to do with the
souls?�
�� Difficult to say at
this point,� Abe replied. �She could be using them to strengthen herself for an
event�which is what we are fearful of�or she could be using them for
protection, also in preparation of an event.�
�� Protection against what? It says she�s a conduit for
a very powerful demon. Who does she have to be afraid of?�
�� Us,� Abe realised
Tamara was drawing the similarities of the case with her own situation as her
expression paled. She had no reason to fear the B.P.R.D. or him. �There is a
difference between you and this woman, Dr. Knight. She made the choice to
welcome this creature.�
�� But if I start
swirling clouds over this building you would put me down too?� Abe didn�t
respond his mind furiously thinking of innocuous way to say yes, but there was
no need. Tamara already gleaned the answer from his silence. �Good,� she said
pulling more papers in front of her. �I�d rather be taken out before I became
some kind of monster.�
�� But you won�t.�
�� How can you so sure?�
Abe paused. Raising his head, he found that she looked at him now, expecting
him to tell her he had seen the future and she was whole again. But he couldn�t
lie, not even if he wanted it to be the truth. When he resumed twitting his
fingers again Tamara changed the subject. �So the Zombie, the un-dead that are
leaving the graveyard in �droves� like Manning said, where they are in relation
to the house?�
�� Not terribly far. Why
do you ask?�
�� The Ancient Egyptians
believed spirits could travel over the face of waters and I cannot help but
notice there is a lot of it around her house, the crime scene, in literally
every photo I have seen. I wonder if her reach terminates with the waterways
because if it does, you can sandbag the other graveyards and make a perimeter.�
�� Interesting idea,� he
replied with genuine surprise.� �There is
a map, wait a moment.� Abe stood and walked over to a shelf, pulling out an
oversized scroll of paper. He laid the thing at her side, but realised it would
be easier for him to point out things if he stood behind her. Leaning over her
sitting body with his arms rooted on the table, Abe tapped his finger on one
graveyard and followed the state route to Larrioux�s house, brushing Tamara�s neck as he moved
his arm. Doing the same for the other burial sites he found, like the doctor
theorised, there were many waterways that connected each.
�� Abe followed yet
another pathway with his finger when he felt something caress his neck. Tamara
eased in her seat, reclining to press her back against him. Her head was turned
to the right. He could feel the cool tip of her nose brush against his neck to
his jaw and the cool rush of air as she deeply inhaled against him. Abe tilted
his head and felt the gills on his neck stand out rigid. The seductive glare
she gave propelled him back to the illicit moment they shared in the clinic and
just like before, Abe had trouble stopping her.
�� Her gloved hands slid
down his arms, fingers lacing with his. Even if he thought of moving away, he
couldn�t as tightly as she held him. Her lips travelled the length of his neck
now, smoothing his skin and pressing the softest kisses along his throat. She
neared his mouth and Abe turned more, opening his mouth to take hers when
something flashed in his mind. Distress. Wonder. Anger�
�� The Professor had
turned around and now wondered what the pair was doing so closely huddled
together. He had not left the conversation with Clay and the other agents but
he would in a moment.
�� Dr. Knight, turn my
hands loose.� Abe swallowed thickly, straining to turn his head away. Her
tongue laved at his neck, her teeth nipped at his Adam�s apple. �Dr. Knight!�
he exclaimed, jarring her.
�� Tamara looked at their
laced fingers and quickly unwound herself, pushing her chair away. Abe moved
lamely to the side and hid his face and his burgeoning erection, not that she
noticed. Tamara was too mortified to realise what she had been doing to the
man. She brought her hands to her body and winced. Her arms brushed against the
tips of her breasts which were so sensitive it physically hurt to touch them.
Other parts of her ached painfully as well.
�� Tamara covered her lap
with her hands and took off toward the door like a shot. Clay, under Manning�s
direction, tried to stop her, blocking the exit with his body.
�� What happened?� he
demanded. He looked to the table near the bookcases and frowned, seeing Abe
pitifully hunched over against it. �What did you do to him?!�
�� Nothing!� she shouted,
not so sure. They were still wearing their clothes, she her white top and jeans
and he his black form fitting rubber shorts�shit! Tamara caught herself
gawking at the bent over man and turned back to the door with a snarl.
�� Clay was so stunned to
have the physically move raise him off the ground and set him aside that all he
could do was watch as she sprinted past him and down the hall. When she skipped
out of sight, he remembered to pursue. His hand on his holster, Clay moved to
follow when the Professor halted him, laying a withered hand across the man�s
chest. He had an idea of what happened and she was more than entitled to cry
about it in the privacy of her room.
�� I don�t remember
�abnormal strength� being a descriptor in any of her assessments,� Manning
said, coming to stand beside the pair of men. He stared angrily at Broom. It
was the old man�s job to fully disclose all her freakish ticks so they could
safely house her.
�� That is the first time
I have seen it manifest itself.�
�� Well it only takes a
first time.� Manning snapped at one of his men and pointed to Clay. �Get a
statement from him and the Fish. I want to know what happened and why. I might
need to review her permission to be here.�
��

A/N: Ok, I know this
has taken forever but I had to get another Beta (The Amazing Tambourines) since
1) I suck at English grammar and 2) my previous Beta is super busy with RL.
Thank you to pinkhare,
Aleta Rois, Keshley, and LadyScale. Thank
you, thank you, thank you. Thank you four for
remembering the story and getting a fire under me to post this chapter, by the
way, good timing LadyScale,
I just got the Beta�ed chapter this morning, lol.
About the story, yes definitely, I will re-add the older chapters after
I crank out two or three new ones and then the story will continue as usual,
similarities to the movie be damned!
It took me leaving it and coming back to the chapters to see what Lum pointed out about the story hurting
because of lack of Abe and Tamara interaction, so here it is! I was worried it
would get repetitive but we�ll see won�t we?
Ideally I�d like to have something new up every two weeks, previously
posted chapters even quicker, so bear with me if you care to.
As always leave a comment let me know what you liked or didn�t. I�d
really appreciate it and I can take it.
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