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One
year later�

�� Hellboy
rounded the hall and entered the sterile lit boardroom, pushing back the
brushed silver door with a meaty red hand. For once, he was early to one of
these things. There was no one but he and two other members of his team, so he
got his pick of seats.
�� He
grabbed a comfy stuffed black leather chair and rolled it to the edge of the
onyx coloured table, across from Dr. Knight and Abe who, as usual, huddled
together over some ancient text, reading and re-reading pages with excitement.
�� Nerds,�
he muttered as he sat, whipping his huge leather duster. �What�s got you two so
happy this time?�
�� Tamara
didn�t dare look up from the six hundred year old text. Its painstakingly
detailed calligraphy had already gone unappreciated for at least one hundred
fifty of those years. �Ancient Slavic incantations. We
have this book on loan from Smithsonian.�
�� Really?� Hellboy said with fake interest, rolling his eyes.
�� Tamara
was oblivious to his sarcastic dig and beamed still as she scanned the pages.
�I know, isn�t it exciting? They rarely let you take anything from the vault,
let alone touch it with your bare hands.�
�� Yeeeeeah, awesome.�
�� You
must forgive Hellboy, Dr. Knight,� Abe said, fluttering his long fingers
dismissively at the male. �He does not understand what a remarkable privilege
this really is.�
�� Oh
I understand,� he said, reclining proudly. �I just don�t care.�
�� Your
loss,� Tamara shrugged, turning another stiff yellow page of the oversized
journal.
�� Hellboy
watched them nose through the newly revealed passage, Tamara�s marked hand
furiously scribbling on a yellow legal pad as Abe transcribed. He felt a bit of
childish jealousy that they could ignore him so easily. He rocked in his chair
and cleared his throat, but their eyes never left the book, even when they
talked their �nerd speak,� as he dubbed it.
�� At
first Hellboy was happy that Abe stopped trying to explain the theoretical and
philosophical aspects of the cases. He was really only interested in what
needed killing and how to go about it, but Abe would insist on giving him a
history lesson first. Nowadays his learned friend did not even bother, telling
the good doctor instead, who was just as interested to hear it as he was to
tell it.
�� It
only made Hellboy a little jealous he ignored him now, but it was enough to
make him interrupt the conversation, clearing his throat exceptionally loud. �What
are you writing? Anything useful?� he asked Tamara, lifting his head to look at
her shorthand pages.
�� All
of it.� Abe nodded. �It�s really rather incredible. It seems that before Madame
Larrioux was given her powers by Hespbarth,
the writer of this journal was the previous agent of the demon. He was her
voice in this realm, her eyes and hands.�
�� Apparently
he did not take kindly to being put out of the job by Larrioux,�
Tamara added.
�� Abe
turned to face her, working through a sudden moment of clarity. �Which may explain why Larrioux was always
the centre of some chaos. The ton-ton
killings, the spike in spectral energy around her Louisiana Bayou Parrish,
abnormal beast behaviour...�
�� Yes!�
Tamara exclaimed, understanding Abe�s meaning perfectly. �Summoning the
Ton-ton, calling the spirits of the dead, all of it is explained here.�
�� But
without the powers provided by Hespbarth, none of it
would be entirely effective against the witch, she
could crush anything he sent her way.� Abe reasoned, �He had to know that would
not harm her in the slightest."
�� Ah,�
Tamara smiled, waving a forbidding finger. �But destroying her directly wasn�t
the Writer�s intent. He set a trap. The things he did were unique to Hespbarth and such a glaring violation to their laws would
make both the demon and her agent a target for elimination.�
�� Hellboy
blinked. �Say what?�
�� Abe
nodded and began to flip through the book again. �All of it was an act of
revenge.�
�� Tamara
nodded. �Against both the demon who abandoned him and the one she chose as his
successor! Makes perfect sense.�
�� Ah,�
Hellboy said loudly, interrupting what had become a conversation between the two
again. �So this anonymous Writer fellow was going demonically postal on Larrioux, which opened
up the portal and let out all those undead things I
had to kill?�
�� No,
King Edward I of England
went �postal� on William Wallace. This is special.�
�� Abe
laughed, sending the gills on his neck fluttering but Hellboy�s
face was a stone, not understanding the historical reference. �William
Wallace?� Abe tried, �Of the �Bravehart� movie fame? Stripped naked, dragged through the
city at the heels of a horse, emasculated, eviscerated, bowels burnt before
him, beheaded and then cut into four parts...�
�� Ok,
I get it,� Hellboy said, furiously fishing in his front pocket, suddenly in
need of a calming smoke. �The Writer tried to destroy Larrioux
in this world and the next, all
because he was fired.�
�� It
does seem a little extreme doesn�t it?� Tamara pondered, �If anything he could
consider himself lucky. When Hespbarth chose him, she
made him immortal and because she peaceably let him go, he was still immortal
and had his free will again. Why would he jeopardize that by making himself an
enemy?�
�� Perhaps
he did not want to be let go.� Abe pushed the pages back to an inscription in
the front of the book and read aloud. �To
my master, the star that guides me, the knowledge that enlightens me, I bow
before thee. Your bidding is mine, your wishes, my privilege to fulfil; I will
follow your voice so long as I draw breath.�
�� Hellboy
puffed on his newly lit cigar, �Real fancy,� he grit.
�� We
thought this passage was a testament of loyalty, but in reality this was a
professing of his love,� Abe said, showing them the book.
�� Hellboy
looked at it from his place across the table but Tamara took the journal in her
hands, scooting closer, pressing her shoulder right against Abe�s as she lay it
down between them. The merman seized almost immediately, staring forward a
quiet moment gulping air. Her nearness made him somewhat uncomfortable and not
because of the incidents that happened at the start of her stay. She had done
the Professor quite proud in controlling her impulses the months since her last
relapse. It unsettled Abe that she sat so close because all of his life, the
part he could remember, people usually made it a point to keep their distance.
Even his closest friend, Hellboy, would keep him at arms length because he
believed it made it more difficult for him to read his thoughts.
�� It
didn�t in the slightest, but Abe would let him discover the truth for himself
one day. He didn�t have to be close to someone to read their thoughts; it could
be done from great distances, through slab after slab of concrete and metal. If
he simply focused on them he could pick up a person�s innermost thoughts. With few exceptions he thought looking
down at Tamara, squeezing the pen in his hand. It irritated him that her mind
was closed to his, although he imagined he would not find anything there that
she had not already told him.
�� Tamara,
like he, suffered bouts of sleeplessness and together they talked the early
morning hours away in the Professor�s office; sharing stories, laughing over
memories, as she turned the pages of his books. They talked about everything
and anything, all manner of subject imaginable except one. And it was better
forgotten as whatever was calling her body home seemed to thrive on the idea of
it. It intensified that little impulse everyone had at seeing some young fit
body bend over, strengthening that urge to pinch those pert cheeks or slide a
palm over the succulent curve.
�� Be
it man or woman, Tamara found it almost impossible to resist the urge to fondle
the body nearest to her when the urge struck but Abe seemed to be her
favourite. Or so Hellboy often teased the man. Abe reasoned it was just because
he was the one who spent the most time with the doctor but in secret, a truth
he would never admit aloud, the idea of being anyone�s favourite sat well with
him. Especially the idea of being her favourite. In another time and place, under different
circumstances of course, he liked to think he and the doctor would have been
more than friends, that her feelings for him would be genuine. Abe didn�t
realise how much he wanted the connection she promised him, that others seemed
to dance around and take for granted�like Hellboy and Liz, but he swallowed his
bitterness and jealousy about that.
�� Abe
watched Tamara push a curl of hair behind her ear, her hand brushing the
slender column of her neck, and he swallowed thickly, curling his hands into
fists. While Tamara was learning to control and stifle her impulses, he was
developing the inclination to do just the opposite. After all this time, even
the memory of their first encounter was fresh in his thoughts. Sometimes he�d
catch himself staring, wondering what it would be like to touch her lips again,
open her mouth with his tongue as he cupped her breasts, squeezing
her soft skin tightly...
�� Abe
coughed, jarring his thoughts and breaking his gaze on Tamara. His sudden heavy
breathing hurried Hellboy�s cigar smoke into his
sensitive lungs. He took a heavy sip of water before daring to speak again,
�The professor is on his way here, Red.� Abe hacked.
�� Hellboy
watched his friend gag with a grin. He took the cigar from his lips, letting a
white cloud pass through his teeth before casually shrugging to the question,
�And? I don�t care what father thinks.�
�� Yes you do.� Tamara carefully closed the book
and set it back in its special case. �You may not care what the rest of us
think of you, but you care what he does.�
�� Hellboy
raised a thick eyebrow. �Are you psychic now too, Tammy?�
�� She
shook her head, chuckling, �Don�t really need to be, HB. When it comes to the
Professor, you are so transparent we all can see right though you.�
�� Tamara
smirked seeing Hellboy grudgingly take up the ashtray at that. He took another,
final, heavy puff, sucking the smoke through his teeth with a hiss, savouring
that last silky drag, before crushing the glowing red tip out in the dish.
�� Hellboy
glared at her as he twisted the thing in the marble dish, �Are you happy now?�
he griped.
�� Just
hurry up and put the rest in your pocket,� she replied, pushing away from the
table.
�� Hellboy
looked where Tamara stared over his shoulder and was surprised to see the
Professor stride into the room. Quickly he shoved the cigar into his pocket,
waiving the sweet stinking air with his tail as he turned to face the man.
�Hey, Pop.�
Hellboy held his breath as his father�s appreciative smile suddenly crumbled,
pinching his wrinkly old features as he sniffed the air.
�� I
smell smoke,� he grumbled.
�� The
Professor let his nose lead him, inching closer and closer toward Hellboy,
following the barely-there tendril of scent. His head dipped to the demon�s
pocket and Tamara stepped forward, the ashtray in her hand. She put it up to
the Professor�s face, overwhelming his sensitive nose, making him lurch
backward.
�� I
think you smell this;� she said innocently. �Someone put out a cigar or
something.�
�� Is
that what it is?� The Professor grimaced, glancing at his son, �I thought
someone was smoking in here.�
�� So
did I,� Abe coughed lightly into his fist and Hellboy
narrowed his eyes at his friend, willing him to shut up. Fortunately for the
demon, the Professor moved away, ambling to the podium.
�� Hellboy
snuck a glance at the woman at his side, a grin twisting his mouth. �Good
looking out, Tammy.�
�� Tamara
kept her smile fixed, nodding a greeting as the other agents filed in. �Don�t
get comfortable, Red. I�m going to leave you out to dry next time.�
�� Let
us hope there will not be a next time,� Abe said, taking his seat.
�� Tell
me about it,� Hellboy griped. �You ruin the flavour when you have to relight
them and these are Cohiba. They cost too much to not
enjoy the taste.�
�� Tamara
shook her head. �I think he meant for you to stop smoking.�
�� Yeaaaah� not going to happen,� Hellboy sighed, flaring his
duster to sit down. �I thought you were a psychic there, Brother Blue.�
�� Excuse
me for thinking you would do something in the interest of your wellbeing as
well as my own,� Abe said, quietly, mindful that the Professor now addressed
the assembled group.
�� You�re
excused.� Hellboy nodded quietly.
�� Tamara
hid her smile behind her hand as Abe gave an exasperated sigh, his shoulders
slumping. �Again you have missed the point, Red.�
�� Hellboy
waved his hand dismissively. �Yeah, yeah. I know, smoking is bad. Second hand something or other...�

�� The
other agents and experts filtered into the room and then Liz, who took the most
distant seat from Hellboy, across the table and the room. He kept his face
front, pretending he hadn�t noticed her come in, or stride past the open seat
next to him for the one hidden in the back. He could hear the other agents
grunt and shift as she shimmied through the narrow rows, climbing over their
knees and accidentally stepping on feet to sit.
�� Silently
he chided himself, wondering what he had truly expected. Since that night, Liz
had systematically avoided him. She opted for missions with the other agents,
ones that she knew would take her far away from him, avoided their old haunts
and if she did return to her room, she never answered her door. She wanted
nothing to do with him, or what he offered her, so Hellboy tried to convince
himself he didn�t need her.
�� I don�t, he grit, sulking in his chair.
With a fist tucked under his heavy jaw, Hellboy finally returned his attention
to the front and the projection screen. He hadn�t realised how long he had not
been paying attention until he saw Abe and Tamara replaced Father at the
podium, talking about the witch Fabianne Larrioux again.
�� Disposing
of the witch�s powerful grimoire posed a bit of a
conundrum. It was too precious to destroy but too dangerous to house like any
other piece of evidence in the BPRD lock up. The book was one of a few truly
magic books. If it fell into anyone�s hands, it could spell disaster, especially
if they were intent on destruction. Not to mention there was the worry that Fabianne herself would come to reclaim her property as this
wouldn�t be the first time she had been killed by the agency or Hellboy
himself.
�� The
security that is already in place, the locks and armed man power, would keep
out a familiar or agent of the witch, but not the witch herself,� Abe said.
Tamara changed the slide, showing the white and black schematics and blueprints
of a device. �So the solution seems to be, the book, encased in a box of oak
constructed according to the specifications of the aforementioned text, encased
in another chamber filled with pressurised salt.�
�� And
on the outside of the case itself, a series of protective spells,� Tamara
added.
�� Manning
raised his hand, impolitely interrupting their presentation. �Excuse me. This
may be a stupid question but where was pressurised salt mentioned in any of
these pages?� he said, waving the report in his hand. Manning was more
perturbed by the price than the actual idea; his penny pinching skills made him
one of the agency�s highest paid personnel and he aimed to keep it that way. �I
mean, these texts are dated from 1522, those people did not even bathe
regularly, how they could have even conceived of this device?�
�� They
didn�t,� Tamara said, softly.
�� Then
why is it here?� Manning replied.
�� Because
I thought it would be a good idea.�
�� Manning
swivelled his seat to face her and Tamara felt her hands chill. His eyes, large
and black, were often so bitter and judging. It always shook her confidence,
which was precisely why he did it.
�� Manning
could see she felt like hiding behind the man behind her, but Abe pushed her
forward, nodding encouragingly. He suspected they discussed the reasons for
this at length, she more adamant about it than he
about the pricey inclusion, but now, under his stern gaze, she could not recall
a single one.
�� Manning
shot the report on the table dismissively. �Then it isn�t absolutely necessary.
Take it out and I�ll sign this thing today.�
�� Tamara
cleared her throat and gripped the podium�s edge, summoning courage. �The
actual text called for immersing the book in sea water, but since you want us
to preserve it, this would be just effective an alternative. This is a very
powerful book, sir. It needs this extra measure of protect��
�� At two hundred thousand dollars? I am not so sure we
shouldn�t drown the thing,� Manning grumbled, standing.
�� Cost
really shouldn�t even enter this argument, we are talki��
�� Don�t
worry your pretty little head, Miss. Knight. We�ll just have to be extra
careful not to let anyone get next to it, ok?�
�� Tamara
held her belly. Nek�kem writhed in her sudden anger
like a serpent and the woman struggled to keep her composure, but the entity
did not make it easy. �Pretty little
head?� he goaded. �Are you going to
take that?�
�� Tamara
gripped the podium harder and growled, her top lip trembling as she spoke, �It�s
Doctor Knight and �Extra careful�
won�t cut it, sir,� she managed to say evenly. �This thing carries the secrets
of evils older than any of us and more deadly than we could ever imagine. We
need to take all the precautions we can so more people don�t die the next time
someone learns of its existence.�
�� Manning
looked to the podium. Tamara was breathing heavily, her nostrils flaring. She
lowered her head to glare at him like a predator does with its prey and the man
cocked his head to the side, laughing at the cuteness
of it all. �May I remind you, Dr.
Knight,� he edged, �I am the Director here and you, you are still here on a
probationary basis��
�� No
you may not,� she shouted. �Because
that doesn�t change the fact you are making the wrong decision for the wrong
reason!�
�� As
Tamara bit her lip to rein her anger in, Manning looked around the room of
expectant eyes. They waited for his comeback, the reasoning behind his refusal
to pay a pittance when compared to the cost of life. With the air of
irritation, he stood, and in true bureaucratic fashion, decided he was beyond
questioning.
�� I
don�t have time for this, Dr. Bruttenholm. Explain
the cost of running this place to her, because I can�t be bothered.�
�� Manning
moved for the door and Tamara�s hands clamped down on the raised edges of the
podium, cinching them between her fists. The mark on her hand rippled and her
biceps tensed with a burst of sudden and unnatural strength. It surprised Abe
and the Professor, who stood behind her, to see the wood quietly breaking away
in her hands, splinters spurting onto the floor. When she started to heft the
sticks in her hand like a weight, or something else meant to be thrown,
Professor Broom moved quickly, intentionally blocking her shot, saving the
unwitting Director.
�� We
will find the money to make Dr. Knight�s suggestion a reality,� he said to the
assembled crowd, glancing at the raggedly breathing woman with arms at her side.
�Especially since we may find ourselves in need of the grimoire some day. Now that you all have your
assignments, you are dismissed.�
�� The
room emptied slowly and the Professor turned his attention to Tamara. He stared
at her face, looking at her otherwise focused eyes as he slowly reached for her
hands. It startled the old man the way she snapped her head to face him as his
hand touched hers, eyes black a coal, shining with murderous intent, but he
stood his ground. Broom pulled the sticks toward him, gently easing them from
Tamara�s reluctant hands until she finally opened her fists. Her hands twitched
for a moment, threatening to rip the bars of wood away, but eventually she let
them slide through her fingers. The Professor took the makeshift weapons with a
long breath and turned away, pocketing them under his coat. He watched Manning
strut without care into the hall as he did; totally oblivious to how close he
had come to having his skull bashed in.
�� Manning,
like most, knew about Tamara�s lustful impulses but only a select few knew
about her capacity for violence. Since they were few and far between, and never
without warrant, Broom decided to keep them a secret from the Director for as
long as it was safe. Manning probably wouldn�t have been as rude to her had he
known, but he also wouldn�t allow her the privileges she currently enjoyed like
walking around without restraints. Even so, she was treading dangerously close
to forcing the Professor to confess the truth.
�� You
cannot strike our Program Director, Dr. Knight,� he hushed like a disapproving
parent. She lowered her head in shame and Broom leaned closer, his voice a
careful whisper, �Even if it was wholly warranted and deserved.�
�� Tamara
flashed a nervous smile, �I am sorry�� she said, wringing her trembling hands.
Her thumb massaged the mark on her hand. �I can�t even tell you what I was
thinking.�
�� I
can,� Hellboy laughed. He strode toward the group with a big smile. �You were
thinking about taking those sticks there and caving his head in. Y�know, I often have that thought when I hear Manning
speak.�
�� The
demon chuckled at his own joke but he was the only one
that found amusement. Tamara tried to hide her face behind her hands while the
Abe and the Professor exchanged worried glances. It was clear from her
behaviour�whatever was inside her� could be getting progressively worse.
�� Hellboy
tried to brush away his faux pas with a peace offering of sorts. He cleared his
throat and gave a quick smile, fishing in his oversized coat pocket. �That, uh,
reminds me, this might help you with your uh�well, y�know�.�
�� Hellboy
pulled a long silver chain from his pocket and on its end, a glass vial the
size of a pen top, swung and twisted in the light. Tamara immediately
recognised it as relic wear, a new and painstakingly made piece to add to her
growing collection of useless trinkets.
�� Between
Hellboy and Abe, they had tried all manner of amulet, charms and adornments to
help her but none worked and as Tamara grasped the chain, she knew this one
would be no different, but she still took it with an appreciative smile. �Thank
you, HB.�
�� Consider
it your �owe,�� he winked, before turning.
�� Hellboy
left, trying to quickly but casually follow behind Liz toward the hall. Broom
smiled at her before exiting as well, lifting the white curls of his moustache.
It added youth to his sagging features but she could read the worry in his blue
eyes. Not that she blamed him in the slightest. For a moment, her anger towards
Manning became almost overwhelmingly intense, removing her from her corporeal
self. It was like she was watching from the outside, standing amongst the other
agents in the room, as her body stalked around the table after the man.
�� Abe
studied her far away gaze with concern, �Is It talking
to you again?� she shook her head no and he moved closer, standing next to her.
�What are you thinking?�
�� Tamara
turned, her eyes blinkingly focusing on him. �That I won�t be able to control
myself next time,� she said, returning her head forward.
�� Then
perhaps that is all the more reason to put on what Red gave you,� he said motioning
to her balled fist. Tamara opened her hand and shook her head at the pretty
silver charm. Hellboy spent additional time twisting fanciful curves around the
vial with the precious metal, covering it like ivy, for nothing.
�� It
doesn�t work,� she sighed. �There�s no point.�
�� That
remains to be seen as you have not given it a proper chance.� Abe lifted her
hand, slowly unfurling her fingers to take the chain, sliding his warm and
unusually textured palm against hers. �There are things you must give time, Dr.
Knight.�
�� Tamara
looked away a second time as Abe pinched the ends carefully between his fingers.
She could feel this was a mistake, letting him put this chain on her. The
in-between of her thighs tightened hotly as his fingertips brushed at her neck,
gathering her hair and laying it on her shoulder. Abe moved behind her and his
beautifully striped arms came slowly into view, brushing against her narrow
shoulders as he draped the chain across her throat. She should have told him
the chain was useless, what he was doing was useless but she enjoyed the soft
contact, the smell of him all around her, the way his arms circled her.
�� Catching
their reflection in the glass of the meeting room doors made Tamara oddly
nostalgic. The action, a man draping a chain over a woman�s neck, reminded her
of a time before her Grandmother passed away. Her Grandfather would do the same
for his wife with her jewellery, especially the big gaudy costume pieces with
the complicated closures she adored so much. It was rather sweet the way he
caringly did the task even after thirty-six years and it always put a smile on
Tamara�s face to watch them. Even as a little girl, she hoped one day she would
be as lucky to have someone to do such a menial task and now that she did, she
couldn�t even touch him like a wife would. Like she wanted
to.
�� Tamara
held her hand tightly; her breaths left her body in a shudder. �Thank you, but
I think I got it from here, Abe� she said, stepping away.
�� Abe
followed where she moved, seriously focused on the task, �In a moment. I�ve
almost got it�I think.�
�� He
fiddled with the pronged clasp, baffled as to why he�an educated man by all
accounts�could not figure how it worked. With only two components, it should
have quite literally been a snap, and yet he struggled. However, to his credit
if Tamara kept from shifting things may have gone quicker. He thought she was simply
being impatient, inching away from him to the things spread on the table in
front of them until she took a step back, quite
suddenly crowding him. Her hand, grasping at his hip, held him still as she
pressed her bottom against his lap, not to subtly letting
him know what she did was no mistake.
�� Abe
stilled immediately. Every muscle in his long and slender body contracted and
his hands rose up as if he were being arrested. Tamara lay against him, the
back of her head, resting against his neck. Her hand slid against his cheek,
stroking his jaw as she ground her ass against his lap. Abe let a hand fall on
her shoulder and was surprised to have her head turn and take his thumb into
her mouth. Her lips closed around his finger and the man gasped. She sucked on
him with a soft moan, her fingers danced up the back of his neck as she pulled
his head down and closer.
�� Tamara
let his thumb go and with her back still pressed against his chest, turned her
face to his. She pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth and Abe seized
again, trying, but failing miserably to keep from kissing her back. Her mouth,
incredibly sweet tasting, pressed hotly against his and Abe leaned into her,
closing his eyes. Suddenly he was more present than he had ever been in his
life. Never had his mind been in such intensive concert with his body, drinking
in and retaining every sensation. From the softness of her skin, to the slick
of her lips and the underwhelming but intoxicating fragrance that wafted from
her skin, it felt like he was doing more than simply kissing her and what�s
more, he could feel her every reaction to him. Her steep intake of breath as
his hands fell on her waist, her breathy moan as his erection pressed between
her cheeks. The way she unconsciously and with hunger and desire, reacted to his
touch�something he loved more than feel of her lips on his.
�� Tamara
hands slid down his neck and the ruffle of delicate gills to his arms. She took
him by the wrist and dragged his hands down her hips, �Touch me,� she whispered.
She parted her legs and ground her cheeks between his legs. �Please��
�� Abe
took a ragged breath, his teeth clenched. The temptation to let his hands slide
down her hips and cup her aching sex was near overwhelming. She was begging for
it. Whining, even. She mewed softly against his neck
as she rolled her hips against him. A woman, a smart and beautiful one at that,
was asking him to fuck her. To satiate every dirty want he had with her willing
and soft body. And the moment would have been all he hoped for if it wasn�t for
this niggling sensation in his mind. It was like a hole, poked in the material
of his psyche. It grew wider and larger as time progressed letting his mind
flood with indescribable dread. An ominous sensation that he felt before Hellboy
ventured cavalry into danger, or when Manning approached him with �news�, but
never with Tamara. And for a reason,
he realised, feeling her grind against him. The other times, the instances when
Tamara came on to him, didn�t go on long enough for Abe to sense a change over
a time. He never encouraged it�like he did now.
�� Abe
lifted his hands from her and backed away, �Dr. Knight, let me apologise for�ah!�
�� The
man shouted; his stomach caving with trembling as his breath escaped. Tamara
grabbed his cock through his pants and Abe blindly grabbed at the woman to halt
her. He took up a fist full of hair, pulling her head back against his chest,
but Tamara didn�t stop. She smiled, enjoying the pain Abe unintentionally gave
her, all the while continuing to give him near unbearable pleasure. The man�s
hips vibrated as they thrust against her. Tamara fisted him, pumping up and
down his hardening shaft, squeezing his flesh just enough to make him moan out
loud.�
�� Abe�s
head fell to rest against hers, his ragged breaths warming her neck, colours
blooming behind his tightly shut lids. Her hand cupped him, her thumb pressing
intently against his thickening head, massaging in teasing circles around the
opening there. Pre-cum oozed from the tip and Tamara used the hot dollop of
liquid as lube, spreading it all over his veined flesh. The wet kissing sounds
it made nearly drove the man clear over the edge.
�� Abe
fell forward, crushing her against the table as she pumped him faster. His free
hand gripped her slender shoulder as he struggled to hold himself up. Staring
at her winding back, he wondered aloud if he was possessed as well. Abe found
himself helplessly corrupted. The only thought filling his usually occupied
mind, was to be inside her�deep inside
her�stretching her tight flesh around his eager cock. He wanted to fuck her
until the muscles of his legs ached and burned�and he would if she didn�t stop
this, the growing sense of foreboding withstanding. Give me strength�
�� Abe
tightened up on her hair, winding it in his fist, reining her back like an
animal. �Control it, Tamara� he hissed. �For goodness sake, please.�
�� He
took a sharp breath feeling her hand release him, ripping out of his shorts to
lay flat against the meeting room table as if she were being arrested. Slowly
Abe unwound his hand from her hair and backed away, facing the wall as Tamara
lifted herself up.
�� She
stared at her hand fearfully. The mark began to seethe and wriggle again. Nek�kem knew what she had begun and when he understood she
wasn�t going to finish it willingly, he�d try to make her submit. She had to be
far away from anyone before then, especially Abe.
�� Quickly
she pushed away from the table, �I think I need to take a shower.� Abe hugged
his body with his arms and nodded quietly to her plan. The sight of him huddled
like a victim on the corner of the table, made Tamara�s heart twist. She wanted
to apologise�but there were no words. What victim wants to hear blubbered sorry�s from their attacker?
�� Sorrys you don�t mean,� an echo in her mind
purred. Tamara let out a sobbing cry when her body trembled with a sudden bolt
of pleasure. She willed it away, her hands trembling as they reached for the
papers in front of her.

�� Abe
nearly turned hearing her cry but he refrained himself. He listened to her
hastily pile her papers and then run for the door. When it closed, he turned,
having no one to hide his erection from. It both amazed and embarrassed him
that it only took him to ask once for her to stop. It amazed him because it
showed she was gaining control and embarrassed him because if she hadn�t
stopped it, he most certainly would not have. Abe would have liked to chalk it
up to some by-proxy or empathic reaction to her own condition but alone, in the
oversized and empty room, listening to the silent hum of the idle projector,
the male realised his reaction was entirely and wholly his.
�� No wonder Red is always so tightly wound all
the time, he thought, his analytical senses trying to make sense of it all.
�� Abe
fell against the table with a defeated sigh, crossing his legs with a slight
wince. It hurt a little, but the pain distracted him from other thoughts. It
seemed like nothing else was doing the trick as of late.
�� Abraham?�
�� Slowly
he turned, looking at the only person who called him by his full name. �Yes, Professor?�
�� I
need the specifications for the grimoire containers.
I want to start the project as soon as possible.�
�� Abe
turned with another wince and shifted through the papers. He let out a weary
sigh, realising the specs were written on Tamara�s
ledger. �Dr. Knight has those.�
�� Broom
looked around the room. �Well, where is she?�
�� Abe
cleared his throat. �She wasn�t feeling well, so she went to rest.�
�� The entity again?� The male nodded and Broom sighed
audibly, �That poor woman. Is it getting worse?�
�� Abe
shook his head. �No. If anything, she�s getting better. Dr. Knight is learning
how to resist the impulses. This afternoon, withstanding��
�� I
was tempted to do the same myself,� Broom confessed with a snicker, thinking
Abe talked exclusively about the incident with Manning. �I know it is the
Director�s job to think of numbers, but life is always far more important.�
�� I
completely agree.� Abe finished packing and turned to the man, his posture
elegantly perfect. �I will most assuredly have those specifications for you in
the morning.�
�� Broom
stepped closer, resting both hands on his cane. �Abraham, I need them
immediately,� he said, looking at him over his glasses. He planned on giving
the order to construct the container before Manning had a chance to stop him so
time was of the essence. �I would go myself,� the Professor continued. �But you
seem to have a rapport with her.�
�� But Professor, you and I both know when Dr.
Knight is ill like this, she shuts herself away in her
room and does not let anyone come near.�
�� I know, but I think she will make exception
for you.�
�� Abe
swallowed thickly, That is precisely what I am afraid of. He
stammered to refuse again but the Professor lay a silencing but kindly hand on
his shoulder. �Please Abraham, be bold. Too many lives are in the balance for
you to be timid.�
�� Abe
hung his head. His gift of second sight told him he would not be able to shirk
this responsibility without telling the Professor implicitly what happened. Dr.
Knight�s behaviour would not need explaining, but his own would and the old man
would be disappointed. In truth, Abe was disappointed in himself, almost taking
advantage of Tamara in that state, but he could not help how he felt. Nor could
he suffer the embarrassment of having others find it out either.
�� Tell me I can expect them soon,� Broom said
encouragingly. When Abe nodded, he smiled wide. �Excellent. Then go to her now,
see if you can convince her to be receptive to a visitor.�

�� After
knocking several times, Abe pushed the door to Tamara�s room open. A little at
first, just enough to peek his head in and look around, then fully when he saw
she was not there. He took a bold step inside and stood there for a long
moment, letting his feet sink into the lush oriental runner under him as he
scanned the space.
�� Her
room was no bigger than Hellboy�s but it seemed
infinitesimally larger without the trash, oversized bowls of food and never
ending sea of cats. It was decisively neat and ordered like the woman herself.
Every book neatly and alphabetically housed in the shelves that lined the room.
Her work desk was not clean but organised, in use books and papers sat in neat
stacks according to size, pens in a cup. In this room, there was a place for
everything and for everything a place. But one thing�person rather�was missing.
�� Dr.
Knight?� Abe waited a moment, expecting to hear her voice from a deeper part of
the room, the part hidden behind the massive case of ancient Greek, Egyptian
and Macedonian pieces. But when there was silence he took another step forward.
�� He
moved behind the case of artefacts that served as a divide for the room,
halving it from the common area with couches and seats for guests to the more
personal space with her bed and bathroom. As his feet touched a second red
Oriental runner, he paused.
�� He
was about to tread into new territory and the realisation of that fact filled
him with a sudden sense of foreboding. Abe had never dared to go this far and
with reason. This was where she bathed, dressed and slept. The only reason he
would have had to go this far before today would be to do what they almost had
on the meeting room table.
�� With
that thought, Abe immediately thought to turn around, to sort through the
things on her desk to find the pages and leave, but it would be rude, not to
mention, her refusal to answer him made him slightly worried. Something might
have happened to her. Or
not�
�� On
her bed, the neatly made bed of ivory and white liens, he saw her lacy black
bottoms and bra tossed. The navy pencil skirt and white blouse she wore just
moments ago lay next to them and on the floor, her black heels.
�� Abe
took a long breath, nerves shivering his long body. Then
another and another. There was water in the air and every breath hurried
the relieving vapour into his lungs, calming his frayed nerves. His head turned
to the bathroom. The light was on, the door slightly ajar. There was no water
running but there had been, and the smell of it drew him closer but he stopped
himself short. That was until he heard Dr. Knight scream and crash into
something heavy. He rushed to the door and paused, a bar of light falling over
one large unblinking eye.
�� Tamara
was naked, bent over, one hand gripping the sink for dear life, the other
sandwiched her spread thighs. Between the round swells of her ass, he could see
her fingers part her lips, sliding furiously over her swollen clit. Each motion
sent her that much closer to pleasure�s edge, her back tensing and flexing with
spasms as she stroked faster and faster. Abe looked away as the image registered
but he turned back at her moan, long and throaty.
�� He
lifted his eyes reflexively, the gills of his neck standing on edge as he
waited to hear it again. The noise sent his blood coursing through his veins.
It was unmistakable. Soft, breathy, the sound of absolute
pleasure and want. Not unlike what he was feeling at the moment. His
hands gripped the door jamb, the temptation to have them near his hardening
flesh too strong. He could easily find himself stroking to this. Watching hungrily from the shadows as she thrust her hips against
her fingers, grinding against the sink. Listening to her moans steadily
climb as she began to reach her peak.
�� Tamara
thrust her hair back, standing erect, both hands
sliding between her legs. She was about to come and Abe could not tear himself
away. He pressed himself right against the crack, staring with intensity as
Tamara stood on her toes, flexing her shapely calves. Abe felt like he would
burst himself. The sounds of her long and sweet moans tightened him like a bow.
Slowly his eyes travelled up the length of her legs, to her round hips and the
cutely dimpled centre of the small of her back. He could see the swell of her
breast from the side, the dark pert nipple in its centre almost hidden by her
slender arms, the gentle curve of her neck and her slightly grinning mouth.
�� Abe
straightened his stance. From the mirror over the sink, he saw Tamara and she
saw him. With a smile on her red lips, she slid over the curves of her breasts,
stroking the hard tips as she watched him hungrily. She knew he had been there
the entire time, perhaps even preformed that much harder for his sake. Both
their eyes dipped to his crotch, the bulge in his suit bottoms glaringly
obvious. She didn�t move her black gaze from his cock as her hand slid between
her legs again, parting her swollen and wet lips.
�� Abe,
have you come to help me?� she asked through a moan.
�� You
know I cannot, Dr. Knight.�
�� But
you want to,� she smiled, bending again, teasingly shaking her ass. �Why else
would you be here still?�
�� Abe�s
mouth wagged, trying to form an apology for intrusion, explanation for it,
assurance that he would speak of this to no one, and something to address the
raging erection he had but the best he could manage was a strangled grunt. He
did want to �help� her and for a moment, he thought what it would be like, if
he did.
�� Tamara�s
smile widened, she turned, strutting toward him with casual ease. Seeing her
black eyes come closer Abe stumbled backward, tripping over his suddenly heavy
legs onto his bottom. He was up in a flash, running through the room to the
table where he furiously searched for the papers. He would explain himself
later because the most pressing thing at the moment was leaving before she
touched him again. Before he let her
touch him.

�� Tamara
stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. A trail of destruction told of
Abe�s frantic escape. The nightstand overturned, books and papers scattered in
a path to the door which sat wide open to the hallway. She focused on the nightstand
to centre herself and blinked furiously, her eyes
slowly bleeding back into their normal brown hue as she combated her wanton
desires. But Nek�kem would not be ignored. Tamara
held onto the piece of overturned furniture as another burst of pleasure sent
her lurching forward.
�� Go after him,� he demanded. �He waits for you.�
�� Tamara
looked at her hand and shook her head. The mark was seething with life again,
twisting and flicking with anticipation. �No,� she wailed, �I can�t do that.�
�� But you want to.� Another burst and
Tamara was on her knees, trembling. �And
he wants you to.�
�� Why?�
she screamed. �Why!?�
�� Because I demand it,� Nek�kem growled, slowly withdrawing from her.
�� The
pleasurable sensation ebbed and faded sweetly, leaving her in a heated flush.
Tamara sighed feeing warm flesh slide under her arms,
hoisting her to her feet with their strength. It was completely the spectre�s
doing, but she was too beaten to combat his trickery this time. Too tired of
fighting to do it anymore, so she let herself be held and pushed to stand. She
had tried everything else, now it was time to see what, if anything, submission
would afford her.
�� Like
a babe learning to walk, her trembling legs took one unsure step and then
another and another, following Nek�kem�s urging
without protest until on her own steam she strode through the door and down the
hall. Hopefully the first person she met, man or woman, would be as willing as
they would be discrete.

A/N:
Pardon any errors in this one, I didn�t get this chapter
Betaed so don�t nit pick, I know my English grammar
sucks! Check back within the week of the 22nd for another chapter. pinkhare: I�ll
keep the swimming scene since you like it, it�s coming up later hopefully
sooner rather than later! kayla: I am so happy you�re loving it and don�t worry, I�ll be putting
up all the chapters from before, while not exactly the same, with most of the
original content! Aleta Rois: Good
eye. I didn�t think the story line through too well before,
I might have seen what Lum was talking about a little bit quicker about how
the jumps in years hurt the story. The fact that she jumps on everybody was in
there in the first version (in this chapter actually�which used to be the
second chapter) but it was mentioned so briefly it didn�t really matter. I
think that got the point across now, eh? miyung: Thanks for taking the time to
comment! I really appreciate it.�

A/N II: Does anyone know what happened to a story called "One Night" by HooDoo? That was fabulous Abe smut! HooDoo if you're reading this, please repost that!
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